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All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Here we go… the super angsty finale of this alpha!Dean mini-series! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite, or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

��I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 4) - Postcards From Dean

Summary: Postcards from Dean to Y/N; sent over the years they were apart. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Postcards @j3bingo

Word Count: 743 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16-22, Dean is 20-26), language, slow burn, long distance relationship of sorts, pining, maybe a little angst, time jumps, fluff 

A/N: This part was written for @j3bingo go as a collection of AU postcards from Dean to Y/N.

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A few of your favourite postcards from Dean - from the six years you were apart. 

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Hey Y/N, 

What do you write on a postcard? 

Dean

P.S. I picked up a stack of these at a rest stop on the way to Sioux Falls and I thought you'd like some old school snail-mail. I'm aware that your parents and the mailman will probably read this too, so... I'm sorry I got your daughter into trouble and now she has- what, ten hours of community service left? But, she's kind of a badass and saved my life so don't go too hard on her. 

P.P.S. And to the mailman: Not cool, dude. 

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Dear Y/N, 

Sam told me to start these with 'Dear' instead of 'Hey', I kind of like the way it sounds so I let him be right for once. Bobby and Jody are pretty cool, they won't even let me pay rent so we can save more money. We'll have a place of our own in no time now. 

xo Dean 

P.S. I hope the 'x' is okay, if not I blame Sam. If so, it was all my idea. You can't tell but I just winked at you. 

P.P.S. It's my birthday and Jody made me a cherry pie! It was so good, I had every intention of saving you a piece but now I'll just have to learn how to make one for you instead. Can't wait for your phone call tonight so I can tell you all about it. 

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Dear Y/N, 

It took a little longer than I thought but we just moved into our own apartment! It's closer to Sam's college but we can still visit Bobby and Jody with a short car ride. 

xo Dean 

P.S. Think you'll come visit me on your gap year? 

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Dear Y/N, 

It snowed today! And I'm making pasta tonight. You can drool over it via video chat later. I wish we were in the same time zone so you could ring in the new year with me too. 

I’m missing you a lot lately,  xo Dean 

P.S. I'm sending you a big fat kiss. You can put it where you want it. X 

P.P.S. To the mailman: Get your mind out of the gutter. She's a lady! 

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Dear Y/N, 

I'm seriously craving Donna's mocha ice cream right now. I think it would go great with Jody’s cherry pie recipe. Don't knock it till you try it! 

xo Dean

P.S. Sam hasn't stopped playing that playlist you made him for studying. I swear you have the worst taste in music. I'm going to make you a playlist tonight. 

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Dear Y/N, 

I think I like the mountains on this postcard best, we should take a roadtrip there together, maybe next Valentine’s day? 

x Dean 

P.S. I don't like airplanes. 

P.P.S. But I'm going to take you to all the places on these postcards some day. 

P.P.P.S. I hope you're still pinning these postcards to your wall so you can hold them over my head some day. 

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Dear Y/N, 

I'm sorry. 

xx Dean 

P.S. If I could have one superpower it would be the ability to control the weather. 

P.P.S. Getting snowed in would be a lot more fun WITH you. 

P.P.P.S. Maybe my superpower should’ve been teleportation! Damn it, is it too late to change my answer? 

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Dear Y/N, 

I just dropped Sam off for his first year of law school. I feel old. Luckily, he got another scholarship though, so I don't have to worry about paying his tuition. Kid's a major nerd. 

x Dean 

P.S. I'm actually in California! The salt air here makes me think of home, of you. You feel so far away right now. I'm not even looking at the same ocean. That sucks. 

P.P.S. We haven't talked in a while and I know that's mostly my fault, but I wanted to give you a heads up. I'm coming home... Soon. 

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Dear Y/N, 

Did you notice there's no stamp? 

Always yours, 

xoxo Dean 

P.S. I was going to tell you to meet me where I first kissed you but that's a hell of a walk. So meet me under our streetlamp. The one where you put ice cream on my nose the first night we met. 

P.P.S. I hope you come, I can't wait to see you. But I understand and no hard feelings if you don't. 

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Part 5

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[holylulusworld]

After the rain

Summary: You run into an alpha.

Pairing: Alpha! (AU) John Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, meet cute, May–December romance, flirting, a/b/o

Written for: Winter Break Advent: Day 5 - Meet Cute (couple)

Written for: @j3bingo (former JDM omega verse bingo): Square 6: Free Space – Meet Cute

Written for: @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 8: The Olive Theory

Words: 1130+  

It wasn’t in your plans to lose your composure in public and cry. Especially not at a wedding that isn’t yours.

Maybe it’s because you watched your ex gets all cozy with your best friend, or the fact that now that your cousin is married you are the last unmated omega in your family.

You never gave much about tradition and getting married or mated before turning thirty. Some omegas even freak out if they don’t find a mate before they turn twenty. You never were this kind of omega.

But now that you sit at the table, cheering for a cousin you haven’t seen in years, tears roll down your cheeks.

“Aw, you are moved to tears from the speech,” your aunt coos. She smiles and pats your hands. Your aunt is proud of her daughter, and you don’t have the heart to tell her that your tears have nothing to do with your cousin’s wedding.

“It’s a,” you choke on your tears, “very moving speech. I’m sorry.” You lie and give her a cracked smile. “She must be very happy.”

“My dear, I’m sure you’ll find your mate,” she says. You know that your aunt means well, but she just added another stab to your vulnerable heart. “The right young man is waiting just around the corner.”

You’d like to roll your eyes at her words. Your mate doesn’t wait around the corner. And you won’t meet him at any moment. “Sure,” you say, and force a smile on your face.

“Where are you going?” She asks when you get up from your chair. The speeches are over, and people are busy stuffing food into their mouths.

“I need to use the toilet,” you whisper. “I’ll be right back.” Another lie easily rolls off your tongue.

The truth is that your stomach churns, and you’d like to throw up watching your ex-boyfriend nip at your friend’s neck. If you don’t leave the room now, you’ll do something you regret.

It’s worse enough that you cried. You won’t give them the satisfaction and watch you lose control. Even though you’d like to scratch her eyes out.

You try not to run out of the room but walk fast enough to struggle not to slip on the floor. Goddamn high heels. Why did you have to choose the most uncomfortable shoes you own to wear today out of all days?

“Fuck,” you almost made it out of the room when you slip and end up face first in someone’s chest. “Great. My fucking luck!”

“Watch out, doll,” he easily helps you steady your wobbling legs. He gives you a warm smile and chuckles as you stare at him with wide eyes. “You good? Did you hurt your ankle?” His eyes drop to your feet, and he shakes his head at your choice of shoes. “These shoes are no good. You could easily break your neck.”

“You are telling me,” you huff. “I had to wear them because of the wedding but-“ you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m hiding a pair of sneakers in my bag.”

He smirks at your admission. “So, do you often run away from weddings to crash into people?”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you splutter as you take your time to drink his appearance in.

The man catching your fall is very handsome. Sadly, he’s older than you, at least twenty years. His salt’n’pepper beard, the grey in his hair, and the lines around his eyes tell you so. Which means that he’s likely married or at least mated.

You sigh. This is not the right place nor the time to mourn the loss of a man you didn’t have in the first place. “It’s fine. I love getting run over by a pretty dame. How about I help you get a drink? You look thirsty. I guess I’m too hot to handle and you need water.”

Giggling at his corny pick-up line you consider him. “If you invite a lady for a drink, it should be at least a Martini.”

“Dry or extra dry?” He cocks a brow.

“I guess in your presence no woman stays dry,” you bluntly reply, making him chuckle. His cheeks turn pink, but he plays it cool. Damn him. He makes you drop your gaze to look at his hands to search for a ring.

“Cute,” he remarks. “I bet you taste even sweeter.” Oh, he’s a player. “Name’s John, doll. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,” you hold out your hand and give him your sweetest smile. If he wants to play, who are you to tell him to stop? “Nice to meet you, John.”

“Dito, sweetness,” he shakes your hand and holds it a little longer than needed. His thumb brushes over your skin, making you shudder. “Now, let’s get you a drink. We want you to stay hydrated.”

“What are you doing?” He watches you take the olive picks out of your drink to place them on a napkin. “Don’t waste them.”

Your eyes widen when he takes the olive pick to drop the olives in his mouth. “You like olives?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and flashes you an irresistible smile. “You hate them, I assume.”

“Yes and…I mean…” You lick your lips as John takes a sip of his drink. “Did you ever hear of the olive theory John?”

“No.” He cocks a brow at your question. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“It’s…forget it.” You shake your head. “It’s nonsense.”

“It was important enough for you to mention it, Y/N. Come on, tell me about it. I don’t want to get my glasses out to search for it on my phone.”

“Okay,” you lick your lips. “If you laugh about me, I’ll go.”

“I promise not to laugh, doll.”

“There was this show. It’s called…” You clear your throat. “That doesn’t matter. There was this cute couple. One of them hated olives, but the other one loved them. One of their friends developed the theory that this fact makes them a great couple. A perfect balance, you know.”

John nods thoughtfully. He looks at the abandoned olive pick, considering your words. “I’m much older than you, doll. Do you know what you get yourself into when you tell me things like that?”

“No, but enlighten me,” you take the glass out of his hand to take a sip. “It’s only a theory from a TV show.”

“Hmmm…maybe we should test the theory,” he takes the drink out of your hand to down it. “How about we get out of here? We could go for a walk.”

“Maybe after you got me another drink,” you lean closer to run your hand over his hand. “I’m not a girl for one night.”

“Of fucking course not,” he grins. “You’re a keeper…”

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This Is Me Trying

Summary: Sam reluctantly attends a charity gala hosted by the law firm he works for where he encounters Y/N Pendleton, the rebellious mafia heiress, using the gala as a hunting ground for her latest conquest. As Sam grapples with his disdain for the Pendleton family and his automatic attraction to Y/N, his older brother, Dean, proposes a plan to exact a subtle revenge on the family Sam so despises.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rating: 18+

Tags: Lawyer AU, Black Market AU, Bodyguard AU, Lawyer!Sam, Bodyguard!Dean, Dealer!Reader, Unlikely Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Brotherly Teasing, Sam is kinky, Dean is aware of this, Reader is a brat, Age Gap, Teasing, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Dom!Sam

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Rescue Me [Part 01]

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Summary: It's time to move on, to start again, to become someone again. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (Eventually) Prompt: Free Space for @fictional-affairs′ Make A Story Challenge Squares filled: Lifeguard for @j3bingo // Free Space for @samwinchesterbingo / Sam Winchester for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Love after heartbreak for @spnfluffbingo // Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Alternative universe, mention of abusive relationship, minor accident (not related to the abuse in the relationship), violent reaction from the partner, 

| Supernatural Masterlist | Series Masterpost | Chapter 02 |

A/N: I want to give a big shoutout to @moosekateer13​ Thank you for helping me figure this out. 

You always believed that once you finished college, your dream life would come true, but then, life decided that it was going to get even better. You met Ashton, the man of your dreams, your prince charming. Everything was perfect, everything you had ever dreamt of since you were a little girl.

Unfortunately, for you, this dream, this fairytale vanished quite rapidly, and your prince charming became the villain of your love story.

At first, it all started with complaints about your outfits, then it was about not being the devoted girlfriend and fiancée he was expecting you to be. Then it escalated to silly fights until one day, he changed the locks in your shared house, he changed the phone line number, and he started keeping you away from the outside world. A small accident made you realize how controlled and disconnected you were.

After being released from the hospital, you called Dean, he was one of the few friends you had left from high school. You had distanced from each other but we were there whenever the other was needed.

He agreed to pick you up from the hospital without question. He was worried, and he wanted to know what happened, but he was working, so he was just able to pick you up and drop you off at home, but before leaving he left the number of the firefighter station in case you needed help.

When Ashton arrived and saw you, his smile faded and turned into anger, his eyes were boiling with rage. He started yelling and throwing things claiming that for any reason you shouldn’t have left the house. With tears flowing down your face, you tried to explain to him what had happened and for the first time, you got really scared by his reaction.

You’ve never seen him react the way he did. He screamed at you, got very violent, he broke whatever was in hand, he grabbed your injured limb and smashed it to the wall causing you more pain than when you had the accident earlier, you broke down, your body shaking in pain and fear, he punched the wall a few times missing a mere inch or two away from your face. For the first time, you were scared for your life. 

He smashed a few more things on the way to the door and he left. Your legs gave out and you fell on the floor. 

A few minutes later, you heard some sirens, probably your neighbor called an ambulance, it wasn’t the first time that Ashton behaved like this. Then, Dean appeared, shocked at the mess in your house, he approached you slowly and calmly, he could see the terror on your face and your body language, he didn't want to cause you any more pain or fear than you were already experiencing.

You saw Dean coming closer to you and kneeling next to you, "hey sweetheart," he whispered, "it's okay, you're safe now" he assured. He helped you get up protecting your now severely injured limb. 

Dean took you to your bathroom and helped you to clean the small cuts and scrapes you had before checking your arm. "I think you need to see a doctor. Your arm seems to be worse now," you just nodded, you were so lost in your mind that you weren't processing what was going on around you. 

"I'm sorry," you apologized, "hey, no, this isn't your fault" you could feel the anger Dean was holding up, he didn't want to outburst because it could do a lot worse to you. 

"Let's take you to the hospital," he said, helping you out of your apartment. 

While you were in the hospital, a police officer showed up and took your statement about what had happened. They promised you they were going to work on getting Ashton paid for what he did to you. They recommend you look for a safe place to move while they work on finding him. Dean agreed and thanked the officer.

"We are leaving this place and it's not open for discussion," Dean said sternly once you were back at your apartment to gather some of your belongings. "He will know I'm with you," you admitted.

"Do you trust me? He asked and you nodded, "then you're safe, you have nothing to worry about." He promised and then left your engagement ring on your kitchen table.

With everything ready, Dean and you hit the road, he never mentioned where exactly was taking you, but he was certain that Ashton was never going to find you and you were going to be safe. 

You knew that Dean had a younger brother, but hadn't seen him in years, you guessed he was taking you there.

"De," you called softly and he grabbed your hand, letting you know he was listening to you, "where are we going?"

“I’m taking you to a place where you will fall in love again, and be the cool person I grew up with,” Dean replied. 

“I’m not ready to fall in love again, De,” you explained and he looked at you with a knowing look. "I promised you I was going to keep you safe; I'm taking you somewhere safe," he answered, knowing he was still blaming himself for taking you back to your place. 

"Are you going to stay with me?" You squeezed his hand, worried he was going to leave you there on your own. "I'm going to stay with you for some time, at least until you get better from that injury," you nodded and stopped talking, Dean kept his hand with yours, just to keep you grounded.

After driving a few more hours, you saw the welcome sign of where Dean was taking you, confirming your suspicions.

“Why Massachusetts?” you asked, “I want you to be in a place where I know you’ll be safe and in a place where Ashton can’t find you” Dean explained, “So? That doesn’t answer my question”

Dean didn’t answer you right away and decided to pull over and face you, “we… I want to put you in a place where he can’t find you. I need to know you are safe at all times” he sighed, “my brother Sammy lives there. He is a lifeguard and I can get a position as a firefighter in the meantime, we will keep you safe, I will keep you safe”

At the mention of Sam’s profession, your eyes lit up, and it piqued your interest. You graduated as a lifeguard too but you’ve never had the chance to work as one. You met Ashton before you could start working.

“That’s why I chose Cape Cod. You will have the chance to work as a lifeguard” he explained, “I appreciate the support De, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finally become one” you admitted sadly looking at your injured limb. “We will see when the time comes,” he said hopefully

A few hours later, Dean and you finally arrived at Cape Cod. The place was beyond stunning, it had a view that you wouldn’t mind waking up to every single day

Dean saw the little smile on your face when you saw the beach, but he knew you weren’t sure about all of this. “What is it? You don’t like it?” he teased and you chuckled

“Nah, I love it. It just….” you sighed, “I don’t have a job, I’m injured and…”

He stopped and faced you, “sweetheart, don’t worry about anything. We will figure this out. I’m here for you” you took a deep breath and nodded

The next time Dean made a full stop, was in front of a house, where a very tall, broad man with perfect long hair was outside, waiting for the two of you.

“Do you trust me?” Dean asked one more time and you nodded. He got out of the car and you started to take deep breaths just to keep yourself relaxed. He appeared on your side and opened the door, helping you out of it.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Sam,” he said introducing us. Just seeing him made you feel safe in a way, and knowing that Dean trusted him was enough for you to believe it too.

Dean grabbed your hands, gave them a little squeeze, and looked into your eyes, “sweetheart, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you stay with Sammy for a little? I need to check out our place.” You gave it a thought, you were going to deny it and ask Dean to go with him, but there was something about Sam that attracted you in a way, you didn’t know if it was the trust Dean has in his profession, or just his demeanor that made you feel safe.

You looked at Dean and nodded. “It’s going to be two hours max, I promise,” he said and then kissed your forehead. 

Sam approached the car and took the few belongings you were able to grab before fleeting your house. Dean looked at you and slightly nodded, he climbed into his car and left.

“Shall we?” Sam said in a comforting tone, when you looked at him, you were expecting to see pity, but no, you saw love. 

He helped you to get inside, he seemed to be such a cool guy, when he placed his hand on your back to guide you, you thought you were going to flinch, but no, the warmth feeling was very welcomed, it made you relax, it made you think that not all men were like Ashton.

You weren’t expecting to start a relationship or even think about it, but Sam was definitely different, in a very good way. You knew right now and then, after just meeting him, that you could trust him and he was not going to hurt you.

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rose

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title: rose rating: explicit pairing(s): Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki tags/warnings/advertising: D/s undertones, polyamory, mentions of nipple play, intercrural sex, morning sex word count: 1,422

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Naive

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Summary: It’s your first acting role. So, of course you make mistakes. Of course, you’re stressed and freeze when it’s time to do the sexy scene. It’s not your fault if biting your fingers and playing with your hair are your methods of stress relief. No matter what you do, the director always seem upset with you. You have no idea why until he asks you to meet on set way after shooting for a… private lesson.

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7131

Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, sexual tension, unprofessional relationship, naive!reader, dom!Jensen, director!Jensen, semi public sex

Squares: Jensen Ackles for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Shyness/innocence for @j3bingo / New Job for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Grinding for @spnkinkevents

A/n: Hello hello! So this fic is born from the pic below (the one on the left) and a conversation I had with @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior! Thank you for sharing ideas with me and for being the beta to this fic!! Header made by me with pics from instagram and from the EW!

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“Cut!”

In the room, a common sigh of frustration echoed. The little red light disappeared on the cameras as the people behind them stopped recording. Everyone on set, including the actors and the staff, stopped working and stared at the reason why they were interrupted again.

Not totally understanding what was happening and why everyone was looking at you, with rather annoyed expressions, you turned your attention to the director that just called for the cut. 

“Why are we stopping?” Playing nervously with a lock of hair, you left your mark and walked towards the blinding lights of the spots that were pointed at you. Most of the crew, including him, were sitting behind them. You just wanted to see his expression, just wanted to make sure the cut wasn’t because of you, just wanted to be sure-

“Don’t move from your mark. How many times do I have to say this?” The director hissed between his teeth. 

Freezing completely, you finally understood why the scene had been cut and that it had indeed been your fault. You walked back to your spot, quiet apologies falling from your lips and your head bent, feeling tears burn your eyes. It was your fault, again. 

“Alright. Y/n. We talked about this. We even changed the dialogue so it’s easier for you. So why are you still messing it up?” Your director asked, frustration evident.

“I-” You started, but luckily, you didn’t have to defend your case. Your co-star, Jacob, stepped forward, abandoning his mark as well. The director didn’t scold him for that though. 

“I don’t understand why we stopped again, the scene was going nicely,” he said, and you looked at him with teary eyes.

“First of all, I didn’t ask for your opinion.” The director responded.

You could just make out some movement in front of you, but you couldn’t really see anything because of the blinding spotlights. But in the end, you didn’t have to strain to see him, because your director walked up to where you were standing. The lights were now behind him, throwing him into silhouette. You blinked a couple of times, and squinted slightly to try and see him clearly. It wasn’t easy, but you finally managed…and immediately regretted it.

Not only was he scary, but he…somehow that scariness was also remarkably hot. You didn’t want to make him angry, but when he was…wow! Which made things so much more complicated and messed up.

“It’s her first role,” your co-star continued in your defense. But one glance from the director and his mouth was shut. “Sorry mister Ackles.” He demurred, and then, your would-be savior was back on his mark, leaving you alone in front of the director, Jensen Ackles.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, now biting your finger. It was all you could do - apologize for messing up all the time.

“Being sorry is not enough,” he walked even closer to where you were, and since you didn’t want to move from your mark, and make him angrier, he was quickly crowded into your personal space. His scent filled your senses and you felt yourself go weak, especially in the knees. You chewed on your finger harder. 

“You have talent, Y/n, but you are not focused,” he tapped your forehead which made you wince and blink. When you opened your eyes again, it was to plunge them into his gaze, and you regretted looking him in the eyes. In the darkness, his eyes looked almost black, even though you knew they were really the most gorgeous shade of green. 

“Don’t make me regret hiring you.”

It wasn’t really a threat, it was more of an effort to push you in the right direction. After all the scenes you’d already filmed, Jensen couldn’t fire you. It would cost too much to replace you at this point. You knew that, but still, hearing the words from him, the man you looked up to, the man you thought was so talented, so beautiful and so intimidating…well, it hurt. 

Feeling your eyes fill with tears again, you bent your head and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Now, we’ll do it once more. I want to feel desire between you and Jacob. You are his mistress, you missed him and you don’t have a lot of time with him before his wife gets back. It has to be passionate, rushed, you don’t have time to waste talking about the situation. I want to feel how much you need him.” 

You nodded again, trying hard to focus back to the scene, but then your gaze caught something. Still looking down, you had a good view on Jensen’s lower body. And next to his clenched fists, you were sure there was a bump forming in his jeans, a rather noticeable bulge stretching out the denim in his crotch.

You immediately looked away, afraid he would realize that you saw it, but then you were left staring at his hands again. You could see the veins that were protruding up his arms to his elbows where he had rolled up his sleeves, and they were hypnotizing. 

“Let’s roll.”

There was a very good reason why you were having so much trouble with the scene. And a big part of that reason was the director was making you incredibly horny, so that all you kept thinking about was him watching you make out with your co-star. 

You fumbled the scene again.

“Cut!”

Long sighs and even grunts echoed this time.

“That’s it. We’re taking a break.” Jensen’s voice was so rough, it sent shivers down your spine. This time, you knew it was your fault. You’d managed to kiss Jacob like you were meant to, with a burning passion. But then, when it was time to undress yourself…you froze.

You knew it was ridiculous, you weren’t really going to be naked. There were special items you were wearing for the sex scene. Nothing would be on display, your breasts were covered and you were keeping your underwear on. But the simple act of removing your shirt while he was watching was just too much; you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed to say, but Jensen was already gone.

You sighed deeply, wishing you could explain to him. There was also a very good reason why you were so shy and uncomfortable with intimate scenes. 

You’d dated someone before. Once. One boyfriend in your whole life. You weren’t a virgin, but your only experience of sex had been disastrous and awful. Your boyfriend had managed to make you feel so bad during your time together, so ugly and repulsive that you’d never again shown desire or interest for another man out of fear of feeling that pain again. 

And, it seemed, even if it was all fake for a movie, it was still very hard to get past. But you couldn’t tell your director all of that; it was too hard to say it out loud. 

When he chose to direct the movie, Jensen wanted to make sure he had the perfect lead actress for it. The auditions took way more time than they’d planned; he had looked and looked, calling back the women he thought weren’t too bad and might work, but none of them were right, and soon there was no one left to audition. 

That was when he saw you.

You weren’t even auditioning for the role; you weren’t even an actress! You were working behind the cameras, in the sound department, to be precise. Your job was to make sure the mics and mic packs were working. You had to get to the studio ahead of the others and set up the rooms before the auditions. You tested the speakers and the mics, to be sure everything was working properly, before connecting everything into your console so you could properly record the screen tests. 

One day Jensen was early and he got a glimpse of you working, and out of nowhere, walked over to you and gave you a script. 

“Try it.” He said simply, with a soft smile.

You thought it was a joke, so you played along and read the script. You knew who Jensen Ackles was, of course, you were quite the fan. So part of you also wanted to impress him, and well…the motivation to impress must have worked, because the next thing you knew, you were cast in the leading role.

Your first role. You were completely new to the acting industry. And your new job was way more stressful than you could have imagined when you accepted it excitedly.

When you met him, Jensen was a nice guy. Patient. Encouraging. But as the spicier scenes arrived, something changed. They stressed you out, you felt like he was watching your every move, and you didn’t know if you wanted to cry, hide, run away from him or literally just grab hold of him and start making out with him. 

Of course he was disappointed. He spent so much time, money and energy on you, and now you were messing everything up.

And you couldn’t even look him in the eye to say sorry.

After the break, Jensen came back and sat back in his director’s chair. He was wearing a baseball hat now, and it shaded his eyes, making his features look even more dominant. Another shiver ran over your whole body as you pictured him in the love scene instead of Jacob. There was nothing wrong with Jacob, he was cute. But you wondered…if you pictured Jensen with you in the scene when the cameras were rolling, would that make things easier, smoother? 

It was worth a try. 

You were back on your mark before he even had the time to call the scene. You were more than ready to show him it had been a good idea to hire you. You glanced in his direction, waiting for him to say action.

“We’re skipping this scene, it doesn’t work at all.” Jensen said brusquely.

You felt a sharp pain in your gut and immediately started chewing on your bottom lip. Of course. Because of you, he now had to change the whole scene. 

“Let’s go to act 2, scene 4.”

Filming went okay for the rest of the day. You messed up a couple of other takes and had to redo it, but luckily, your fellow cast members were kind and patient. Still, you couldn’t get Jensen’s sharp voice, telling you to stop messing up the scenes, out of your head. Even now that you were in your trailer, long after shooting was over, you could still hear it echo. 

Filming had lasted until the sun was down, and then you did a few night shoot scenes, and work was over.

Laying down on the bed in your trailer, you chewed absently on your lollipop as you read the script over and over again. By now, you knew it all by heart. All you had to do was to feel it, show it, like it was real. Closing your eyes, you imagined your co-star in front of you. You reached out a hand, like he was really with you, and slowly stroked his cheek. 

“She can’t know you’re here.”

Your thumb caresses lower on his face until it reaches his lips. There, you look, stare, want more, so you slip your thumb through his parted lips.

“She won’t if we’re quick,” you whisper, your face getting closer. It’s warm, his breath on your face, and a small smile stretches your lips. 

You can see Jacob’s brown eyes and curly hair in front of you. You blink, your thumb leaves his mouth to be replaced by your lips. There, the kiss starts slowly, like you want to explore his mouth, get familiar with its shape, tastes and feel.

But quickly, his hands get lost on your body, he grabs your waist, pulls you closer to him. Your lips part, you breathe in the same air as him, and your tongue pokes in. You know you’re not supposed to kiss with tongue, it’s an unspoken rule in the movie industry. But the kiss needs to be passionate, and Jacob doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses back the same. Then, everything speeds up. You get pinned to the wall forcefully, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth as he steps back. You blink.

Jacob’s brown eyes are now a dark green, almost black. His curly hair is no more, it’s now straight, short, but long enough to be tossed to the side and pulled if necessary. And instead of a hairless chin, there’s a delicious copper color scruff on the lower part of his face.

“Jensen…” You can’t help but moan, all air exiting your lungs.

That was when your phone decided to ring, bringing you back to reality. Startled, you sat up quickly and looked around. Another ding reminded you where you were and what was happening, so you rushed to the table to grab your phone. 

The screen lit up with unread texts and your heart sank with anxiety. They were all from Jensen.

We need to talk

Meet me on set now

Stress and fear were beating strong in your head when you arrived on the dark, empty set. Out of breath from having run there, you bent down, trying to get oxygen into your lungs. You’d been so worried about what your director wanted, you’d left without thinking about the kind of things most humans would have. Like taking your phone with you, instead of setting it back down on the table and bolting.

“Took you some time,” a rough, angry voice said in the distance. Since the set was closed for the night, there weren't many lights on. It took you some time to figure out where he was, and when you finally reached him, you froze in front of him, your mind going blank.

Jensen was sitting on the metallic stairs that were part of the structure to adjust the spotlights on the ceiling. His right arm was leaning on the railing, his fist tensed and resting near his chin. His other arm was draped over his knee. He was still wearing the same clothes, the baseball hat slightly askew on his head, but this time it wasn't hiding his eyes.

There was a dark fire burning in them.

“I’m so sorry,” you hastened to say, still out of breath. You hadn't noticed you still had the lollipop in your mouth until you spoke. When you realized, you hurried to take it out and hide it behind your back.

“Sorry. You’re sorry a lot,” Jensen said, still not moving from his position. A painful lump formed in your throat at how intimidating he was and how hard it was to look him in the eyes. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he was faster. Now on his feet, Jensen sprang quickly towards you.

By reflex, you lowered your head immediately. But that seemed to annoy him, as you could hear him clicking his tongue disapprovingly above you. It made you want to be even smaller.

“You have no idea,” he scoffed, and you fought the need to lift your head and look at him to get answers. “No idea what you’re doing.” Like a predator, he started circling your frame. Whenever he looked, it burned and left goosebumps on your skin.

“I…don’t understand.” You swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously.

“This.” His voice stopped in front of you. The tone he used for that single word managed to make you stop breathing and the lollipop fell from your hand. “How you bite your lips when you’re shy or anxious. How you play with your hair, your eyes wide and clueless. How you always have a finger in your mouth.” 

As he was speaking, you felt something on your chin that forced you to lift your head. You followed the movement without any resistance and ended up meeting his eyes. God, your legs got so wobbly, you nearly collapsed at his feet. 

“How you never look me in the eyes and always keep your head bent submissively." 

Jensen let go of your chin, but you didn’t move. As though in a trance, you kept staring, your lips parted and your eyes teary. But it was not because you were sad or afraid. You were simply, and completely, lost in him. 

“You’re so innocent, it’s insane. You ran here immediately, when I asked you to, didn't even bother putting on pants.” Each of his words were slow, like he wanted you to understand them perfectly.

His last sentence brought you back to earth and you broke eye contact to look down and see what you were wearing. Shame burned like a slap in your face when you realized he was right.

You were still dressed for sleep. You were still wearing your version of pajamas - just an oversized shirt and panties.

Crap. Fuck.

You were about to apologize, your head still bowed, when you realized you were looking at something you'd seen before.

It was dark in the studio. But there was no mistaking it. The bump you'd seen earlier, pushing out the front of his jeans, was back. 

It took some time for his words to make their way into your brain. After all, like he said, you were acting innocent, naive, a bit slow, even.

But not stupid. 

You'd finally done the math in your mind, and figured things out. When you lifted your head again, it was to meet his eyes. 

And this time, you didn’t look away.

“I’m turning you on,” you said on an exhale, the truth of the situation sending waves of heat down your body. No words left his mouth, but you didn’t need to hear his answer. The way his face darkened, his eyes roaming your body, was his way of telling you that you were right, and that he felt no shame because of it. 

“I didn’t think you had the guts to say it out loud.” Jensen said as he took a step closer to you. By reflex, you stepped back, your eyes still not leaving his.

“I don’t…do it on purpose, I’m sorry,” you offered, stepping back again as he moved closer to you. 

All you wanted in that moment was to let him do whatever he wanted to you. You wanted to live out everything you'd imagined all those nights when you couldn’t sleep because you were thinking too much about him. But still, something inside you was holding back.

“Exactly,” he answered, lowering his head. You could barely see his eyes under the hat. He kept walking towards you and you kept walking backwards until you ended up moving beyond the lights to a spot that was so dark by contrast, that all you could see was an abstract, scary shade advancing towards you. 

“You don’t even do it on purpose.” He continued. His voice sounded closer than he looked, so you stepped back quicker.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, and finally, you were in another pool of light. 

But he wasn’t.

Glancing all around you, you strained your eyes, trying to see through the dark areas of the stage, but it was impossible with the strong light shining down on you. All you could see was your feet, and the area just to your left, where the set was still decorated for the bedroom scene you hadn't been able to get through.

Having been too focused on figuring out where Jensen was coming from in the darkness around you, you hadn’t immediately noticed where he was leading you.

“You need to pay more attention, Y/n. And realise how much of a fucking tease you are.”

His voice echoed all around you, so of course, you stepped back towards the light, the whole situation making you feel equally scared and incredibly horny. 

“I’m sorry!” You repeated, biting your lips, your hand near your mouth like somehow, biting every part of your body could help you. 

That was when your back hit a wall. Or, at least, you thought it was a wall at first. Had to be. But then, you could feel it move behind you, rising and falling. The warmth of it hit next, and finally, the soft breath lifting your hair with each exhale. 

“Stop. Being. Sorry.”

Your whole body froze as you felt how tense his body was behind you. The tension was so strong, it was overpowering the room, and it was controlling you. Without thinking, you melted into his body, and your whole demeanor changed. “Why don’t you make me, Mister Ackles?”

A growl answered your challenge. “I knew it.”

And just like that, you were done resisting.

Hands landed on your hips, fingers digging into the skin barely covered by your shirt. He spun you around in his arms so you were facing him. You placed both hands on his chest, and barely lifting your head, you looked up teasingly through your lashes. “Are you done talking now?”

“I knew you were a fucking tease.” 

And with that, a smile stretched across Jensen's lips. But you couldn’t admire it for very long, because within a second of that smile, his mouth was on yours for a breathtaking kiss. You felt the air leave your lungs as you kissed him back immediately. 

His hands gripped your hips impossibly tight, before he let go to slip them under your shirt, his fingers immediately caressing your skin, discovering the new territory. He touched you everywhere, exploring your body as though he couldn't get enough. 

After a few moments of admiring you with his touch, his hands dropped back to your ass, and he squeezed it. Still kissing you, Jensen couldn’t use words, but you felt how he exhaled against your mouth, the way his chest rose and fell heavily, his hands almost shaking on your body. 

He was holding back.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen placed his forehead on yours and let a sigh escape his lips.

“We… We shouldn’t do that…”

“Do what,” you panted. You couldn't decide if you wanted to stare at his mouth or stay caught in his gaze, “we’re already doing it.”

“We can’t…fuck, we can't be caught,” he insisted. His mouth was saying one thing, but his body was saying the complete opposite as he pressed himself even closer to you, his hands tightening their grip on your ass cheeks.

“We won’t get caught if we stay quiet.” Brushing your teeth against his lower lip, you stepped forward forcing him to step back until his legs met the bed. The same bed you had to do your sex scene on. What an irony. 

“So, if you could stop talking and fuck me already, it would be done faster.”

Hearing those words from your lips seemed to turn a switch in Jensen. If he hadn't been completely sure at first about what you were doing, now all hesitations and worries were gone. You didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes grew darker, you could see pure hunger lurking in his pupils as he looked you up and down. And without delay, Jensen let his hands slip under your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you standing in front of him in only your panties.

No words left his mouth as he continued to admire you, and you felt a boost of confidence rising in you. It had been so long since someone looked at you that way, with so much need and desire. Indeed, you weren't sure if anyone ever truly had. 

It felt good, freeing, to feel sexy and desired by a man such as him. You felt like you had all the power in the world. If you wanted, you were sure you could make him kneel in front of you, and that was an exciting thought.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jensen growled, his eyes not getting enough of you. His hands were already in your underwear, trying to get rid of that last piece of clothing separating him from the full view of you.

“I know.” You said in response to his compliment.

It was out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. Never before had you felt so confident in yourself. It felt so good. 

You nodded towards him. “Now. I believe I’m the only one naked.”

“Honey, you’re not naked yet,” He said with a smirk before his hands tore apart your underwear. You gasped, surprised at his strength, and your shyness returned for only a brief moment. 

“God. If only you knew how bad I’ve been wanting this." he groaned.

One blink. Two blinks. You were back, focused, confident. You were hot, he desired you, just like you desired him. “Then, show me.” One finger pointed towards him, you pressed on his chest to push him softly. Jensen let himself fall back on the bed and looked up at you.

“Undress,” you commanded.

With eagerness, Jensen removed the baseball hat, throwing it somewhere into the dark surrounding you. Your eyes didn’t leave him once as he pulled his clothes off piece by piece tossing them to pile up on the floor around you, until there were none left. And just as he'd admired you earlier, you stared at him, slowly absorbing all of him.

To say he was beautiful was a weak description. Sexy wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how he looked. He was all muscles, especially his upper torso; his shoulders and arms were thick and round with muscle. A bit lower, his stomach was soft, but you could see the shades of a six pack moving beneath. And below that, resting up between thick thighs, his cock was begging for attention.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but stare a little too long. He was big, and just imagining him inside of you had you closing your thighs together and clenching around nothing.

“Come here.” He said, his voice soft, but deep.

Jensen clearly couldn’t wait for you to do as he asked, because he grabbed your wrist to make you move forward. You placed a knee on either side of his hips and sat down on his thighs, soaking them in the process. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet. All for me?” His face was hidden against your throat and you shivered, goosebumps spreading on your body as his beard created a delicious burn on your skin. He nibbled your flesh, kissed it and marked it with his teeth. 

All you could do as he touched you everywhere with his mouth and hands was to whimper. It was so hot, your head was spinning, you felt him everywhere, like you were slowly becoming one with him. “Fuck, please,” you quickly begged. 

“Please what?” His lips curled up against your skin, his hands on your ass cheeks inviting you to grind against his thighs. You moaned again, your head thrown back to give him more access to your throat. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Fuck,” you croaked out, your hips moving on your own now. Grinding felt good, but it wasn’t enough. It could barely scratch that itch, all you were doing was wetting his thighs more and more, and that was very humiliating. You were soaked. It didn’t help that you were straddling both his thighs, so nothing was pressed hard enough against your core. As you expressed your frustration with a whine, your body showed the same frustration by slowing down.

“What’s up baby,” Jensen whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending more shivers down your neck. “Can’t get off?” 

You answered him by stopping completely, your breathing fast and irregular. “You have to tell me. Tell me what you want?” He chuckled and suddenly, you were a few centimeters higher, something strong pressing against your core. 

A whimper of surprise left your lips as you understood; Jensen had lifted one of his legs, his foot resting on the bed frame. It allowed you to feel it now, feel the pressure, feel him between your legs. To thank him, you kissed his neck and immediately resumed your movements.

Your teeth sank into his flesh just in time to silence your voice. In this position, grinding his leg felt divine. It pressed at just the right spot, and since you'd already soaked his thigh, you could move easily. Your hips rolled without you even thinking about it, you chased it, the high, the peak, the pleasure, but it could only build up more and more and more… without getting that little explosion you were looking for.

And quickly, you were whining again.

“Don’t forget what I said,” Jensen’s voice sounded against your ear again, so rough you nearly froze. 

In your current state of your mind, with a climax that didn’t wanna come no matter how much you chased it, it was hard for you to pay attention and listen to what he was saying. It was hard to even think. But finally, you remembered that Jensen had ordered you to tell him what you wanted.

“Wanna feel you inside me, please Jensen, please, fuck me,” you begged, your voice almost pathetic, you needed it so badly. You kept begging, kissing his neck, trying everything to get what you wanted.

“I love it when you beg me.”

You couldn’t stop moving now, your hips went back and forth on his thigh relentlessly. You lost track of time. It felt like you were on his thighs, begging to be fucked, for hours now. So close but yet, so far from your release.

As you were focused on moving your hips and chasing your climax, everything moved at the same time. You were back on both his thighs, and as you ground forward again, you moved further up on his body, which had you…grinding against his cock.

The sensation was completely different. It was smaller, but his cock slid perfectly between the lips of your pussy and pressed on your clit just the right way. Jensen was half laying down to allow you this position, he was resting on his elbows, his dark eyes admiring the view and your pathetic attempts to cum. Now that you were on his cock, you felt a surge of heat pool between your legs. With this new sensation, you became even more desperate to get him inside you. He was so close.

As though reading your thoughts, Jensen only allowed you to rub against his cock a couple of times before his fingers tightened into the flesh of your hips, manipulating your body like you were just a doll, so he could place you where you wanted to be the most. 

One of his hands then left your hips, but you barely noticed it as you continued grinding down against his cock. Suddenly you felt something big pressed at your entrance. But you were so wet, it slipped inside you with almost no resistance. A loud moan left your mouth, surprise and pleasure mingling as you were impaled on his cock, letting gravity bury him to the hilt inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You bit your lips, feeling so full it almost hurt. “You’re so big!” Pressing a hand to your lower stomach, you felt the shape of his cock under your fingers.

“I’m not all the way in yet.” Jensen said, his voice tight.

Your eyes widened, you had no time to prepare yourself before Jensen shifted slightly and pressed down on your hips, forcing his cock even deeper inside you. He pressed until you were flesh to flesh with him, until he was completely sheathed inside of you. Your vision got blurry immediately; it was too much and not enough at the same time. Your breathing cut off at the same time a long moan was about to leave your mouth.

When you got back your sight, you looked down at the man under you and finally noticed why you couldn’t breathe. A big, warm hand was placed on your mouth, skillfully muffling the sound of your moans.

“As much as I would love to hear you scream," a smirk stretched his lips and Jensen narrowed his eyes. “I can’t let anyone catch us. And you’re awfully loud for a shy, innocent lil girl, huh?”

You wanted to talk back so bad, but even if you didn’t have the hand on your mouth, you wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent sentence. Because the moment he said that, Jensen moved his hips up and your eyes rolled back in your head. God, it felt so good, even your thoughts were being fucked stupid. 

“Hmmm…” You moaned under his hand.

“Hmmm…” Jensen repeated. “You can bite me if you need. But do not make a sound. Understood?”

Removing his hand, Jensen waited for your answer. Your head was still floating on a cloud, so it took some time for you to understand his order. Mouth half open, you nodded, agreeing to whatever he wanted. As long as he fucked you. That was all you wanted, all you needed.

“Good girl.”

And that was exactly what you did. When Jensen lifted your hips to allow him some room to fuck up into you, you immediately hid your face against his neck and bit down on the soft spot between his shoulder and his throat. At first, his thrusts were slow as though he was testing you. You suspected it was either to make sure you would stay silent, or because he wanted to be sure you were not in pain. After all, he was so thick and big, he stretched you so much that you did feel like you might rip in two.

But when Jensen understood there was no need to worry, that you could stay quiet and that you could take all of him, he let go.

Picking up his speed to a devastating pace he fucked up into you, his hands still on your hips inviting you to slam down each time he was deep inside of you. And each time that happened, he hit your cervix with a beautiful pain that made you bite him harder, your nails digging into his back, anything to hold back your voice.

But you were losing the battle.

After a few minutes in that position, Jensen quickly pulled you off his cock. A pathetic whimper echoed in the room and you never understood it was you, making all those little noises.

“Hold on," Jensen said soothingly, "you’ll be more comfortable like this."

It was hard to fully understand what was happening, your mind was so fogged up with pleasure and all the sensations happening at the same time. But one moment, you were sitting on top of him, and the next you were laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your cheek and your hips slightly raised.

You didn’t know what the purpose of the pillow was until he thrusted back inside of you, bottoming out immediately. In the new position, he had no trouble moving, and didn’t wait for you to bite into the pillow, grabbing on to it with all your might, before he began moving. 

Already, his cock was going in and out of your channel, so hard, so fast, your whole body was shifting and trembling with pleasure. And without realizing it, you were slamming back against him to feel him hit as deep as possible, just to feel that sharp, pleasure-filled pain you enjoyed so much before. 

You didn’t think it could be any better, but then…

Jensen’s voice was deep, rough. He wasn’t talking. He was breathing fast and didn’t hold back his pleasure, you could hear it. Groaning, moaning, swearing.

But for him, your pleasure was more important. He wanted to hear you, even if it was muffled against the pillow. One of his hands slid under your body and between your thighs until he found what he was looking for. And the moment he pressed on it, the moment he started rubbing your clit, the pleasure exploded. 

It was too much.

With his arm wrapped around your thigh, and his fingers pressing against your clit, Jensen couldn’t go as fast as he had been, but he kept thrusting slow and deep. His fingers played with your clit, brushed it and made quick circles around it until he found the right movement and rhythm that would make you come apart. When he found it, you could hear him chuckle. Even over your own moans and with a shrill sound pounding in your ears, you could still hear him. And what you heard was Jensen, in his deep, rough voice, ordering you to cum.

It was way too much for you.

Your orgasm had been building since you started, so when it finally popped, it was without warning. Your mind went blank, your eyes rolled back, and your body shook under him. It was so intense, you were sure there were a few seconds where you simply ceased to exist.

Nothing existed.

You finally came back to yourself just in time to feel Jensen pull out of you quickly, and then hot drops of something ran down your ass. Your hearing took some time to come back fully, and there was still the echo of something shrill when you turned your head back to look over your shoulder.

Jensen was on his knees between your legs, his hand on his half hard cock. There was cum dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes were closed and his head bent back a little. His climax was probably as strong as yours.

It took some time to catch your breath. And then, the realization of what happened hit you like a ton of bricks. Panic seized you, you tried to get on your feet quickly but tripped and fell back on the bed.

“Hey, hey,” Jensen was immediately beside you, helping you lay back down on the bed. “Don’t get up too fast. That was fucking intense, you might still be light headed.” 

You shook your head. “I… I have to leave…” You tried to get up again, but Jensen stopped you. Not able to meet his eyes, you looked to the right, staring at nothing but the endless darkness of the set.

Jensen sighed and rubbed your arm softly. His hand was warm and it felt good against your skin. You didn’t feel it right now, but you knew you would be sore tomorrow. 

“Please, don’t leave.” 

Surprised to hear that, especially after what you just did, you turned your head and looked at him with big teary eyes. 

“I know what we did was not professional.” He said softly.

You nodded and sniffed, feeling yourself get all flustered the more you looked at him. But not because he was intimidating, his voice was gentle.

It was the softest he'd been since you'd started working with him.

You shook your head. “You’re my boss…we can’t…” 

“I know.” He agreed simply.

Feeling slightly better, you sat down but stayed on the bed. Since it was still hard to look at him, you stared at your hands and played with your fingers. 

“But Y/n…” 

You looked up at him again, feeling so many things at the same time. You were scared of what would happen now. Scared because all you wanted was to do it again. Scared, but also hopeful and good. You felt so good. The afterglow of the amazing sex was still there and very hard to ignore. 

“I meant it when I hired you. You are beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile.

A shy, answering smile appeared on your face at the compliment, but your eyes stayed sad. 

“That’s why, when I saw you," he continued, "I…I knew I'd finally found the lead for the movie. You were exactly how I pictured her. And when I made you audition, the joy I felt seeing that you could act? Well, was perfect."

"But…” Pausing, Jensen sighed again. He seemed at war with himself as he tried to explain. You took his hand in yours to encourage him to continue. 

“I started falling for you in a way I knew I shouldn’t.” He shrugged and looked away, his fingers playing with yours now. “And then came the sex scene and I was just. You were doing amazing, but I was so jealous. And pissed. Because I couldn’t help but feel aroused watching you make out. So out of both of us, it's really me that's not being professional. Your scenes were fine, I just…wanted to see you do them again and again. And I kept picturing me-”

“Jensen." You interrupted.

Your head was spinning with everything that was happening. What he just said - it was a confession. You had no idea how a man like him could fall for you, but you knew one thing. 

You were falling for him too.

“I don’t know what to do,” his hand left yours to be placed against his face in defeat. “I want you. But also, the movie…we can’t do that.”

“I…” You started, your heart beating nervously with what you were about to say. It could be a very bad idea, but for now, it seemed like the best. 

" We're almost done filming, and after the movie is complete, you won’t be my boss anymore, so…”

Jensen looked at you with interest in his eyes. “So…it wouldn't be…”

"...wrong." You finished for him. “And in the meantime, we could just call this…” You pointed to yourself and then to him, “...personal training?” 

You grinned playfully. “After all, you just helped me find my inner mistress. I think next time we shoot the scene will be a good one.”

Relief seemed to wash over Jensen’s face at your proposition. “You don’t need me to practice, you have lots of talent, Y/n. A lot.”

Heat invaded your face again at his wonderful compliments. You were not used to that “Not that good. So yeah, I’m gonna need that training. Unless you don’t want to?”

The moment you said that, his eyes grew two shades darker. “Oh, I do want to. Come on, let’s go to my trailer, we’ll be more comfortable…ah…rehearsing more of your scenes.”

“Alright. Let me just find my shirt, since you destroyed my panties.” Thinking about how he ripped the fabric apart made you clench your thighs, your face getting warmer.

“I don’t think you can wait that long,” Jensen said as he helped you get up on your feet. He grabbed the bed sheet to wrap it around you. “And neither can I.”

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All She Wants, Part One

Summary: As an Omega, Y/N’s biology dictates that she needs to be claimed and have pups. Despite seeing her through her heats for years, Dean – the Alpha Y/N wants to settle down with – refuses to give her what she needs.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: The quote: “Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work.” for @j3bingo which is highlighted in bold.

Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, heats, smut (well… technically, it’s smangst and could be perceived as tw: dub-con), p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, claiming kink, knotting, angst, Dean is a bit of an asshole, fighting, canon level violence, arguments.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Well, we get straight into the filth under the cut with this one! I hope you’re ready for some angst alpha Dean! Buckle up, buttercups, and enjoy the ride! Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite, or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy, or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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“Fuck, Omega, you’re dripping all over my cock,” Dean growls as he slams into you again. This is the eighth fucking he’s given you in the past three days, and it’s sure to be over a dozen by the time his rut is over.

You and Dean have been doing this for years. Whenever he’s in a rut, you get him through it, and whenever you’re in heat, he’s repaid the favour. At first, it was easy; a means to an end. You knew each other, you trusted each other, there was an attraction between you, and it was less risky than disappearing off the face of the earth for five days with a stranger, especially when any alpha could claim you with or without your consent.

As time passed, you’d done what you promised never to do; you caught feelings. Once that happened, becoming emotionally bonded to Dean was no longer a choice, and in all ways but wearing his mark, you and the green-eyed hunter had mated.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy, baby girl. Can’t get enough of it,” Dean’s voice had deepened with his arousal, and you knew the alpha in him was slowly taking over.

You groan at his words. He’s always good with dirty talk and can turn you into a weak, whimpering mess with a single word.

“Mine.”

But it’s all talk. Dean has told you plenty of times that you could never be anything more. And the more years that passed, the harder that’s been to accept. Every month when your heat ended, you swore it was the last time. Your biology dictated your life, and if an alpha didn’t claim you and give you pups, you’d go feral and die.

Dean’s knot is beginning to swell; you can’t feel him as deep as he had been. He drapes himself over your sweat-slicked back to give himself better purchase to push and shove into you, desperate to get as deep as he’d been a few minutes ago. It’s a futile effort as he won’t get what he wants until his knot has slipped inside you, but being surrounded by him – his weight on top of you, breathing in his scent – is a euphoria you could never get enough of. It’s the reason you’ve always ended up under him.

“Alpha, please,” you beg pathetically. “Need your knot.”

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and take my knot, ‘mega?” Dean grunts in your ear, his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.

“Yes, Alpha!” You gasp as Dean’s hand wraps around your throat, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck.

“Of course, you are, ‘mega. Always such a good girl for your Alpha,” Dean grunts, thrusting harder and harder, trying to force his knot inside your walls, but he can’t quite slip it into your tight, slightly tense channel. 

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby girl. Knot you and fill you. You want that, huh? Want my come? My pups? Want me to ruin this pretty little neck with my mark?” he grunts, teasing your delicate skin with his teeth.

You moan, feeling another bout of slick leaking from you at his words. It’s all you want, and you choke back the tears at the regret you feel about ever starting this vicious cycle; at the cruelness of him using what you so desperately want to loosen you up enough to take what he wants.

And you hate yourself because it works.

“Yeah, I know you do, Omega. You just gotta let me in. Let me in, and I’ll fill you so good, baby. There’s no way you won’t come out of this pregnant.” You try to remind yourself that it’s only words, and you’re on birth control anyway, so it’ll never happen, but you can’t help but wish there was truth in them. 

Dean lowers his head, and you shiver when his tongue licks over your mating gland and his teeth nip at your skin.

“Alpha!” You scream, finally reaching orgasm as his knot breeches you and locks your bodies together for the foreseeable future.

“That’s m’girl,” Dean growls as he grinds into you, the tip of his member kissing your cervix. He jerks his hips, shoving impossibly further inside you, and you whine at the pleasurable pain.

“No fucking pussy better than yours, ‘mega, and it’s all fucking mine,” Dean roars and you feel the heat of the first ropes of come hitting your quivering walls, sending you into a second orgasm.

Your elbows can no longer hold your weight, and you collapse onto the bed. You hate how Dean knows what buttons to push to get you to give him what he needs. You hate your body for falling for his words. And right now, as you experience a third orgasm that has you fighting between euphoria and disgust, you’re glad Dean hasn’t claimed you, and a chemical bond is non-existent, so he can’t feel the torment you’re currently going through.

You sigh as the waves of your climax roll away, and your body melts into the mattress. Behind you, Dean moans low and long as your relaxed body allows his knot to slip in deeper, and he empties everything he has into your womb.

Dean has never come so hard with you before, and you wonder if the claiming and breeding talk did it, or if it was because he’s never been so deep inside you before. Or if he, like you, is finding it harder to fight his instincts.

He carefully rolls you both onto your sides and wraps himself around you protectively, placing soft kisses across your back and shoulder. It’s the first sign that his rut is ending, and it doesn’t surprise you that it’s a day early, given how much of his come you can feel swirling in your belly.

The afterglow you’d been basking in is quickly overshadowed with dread because you know this is the last time this would happen. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Dean will never want more with you than what you have right now. He’ll never reciprocate your feelings for him, and you refuse to put yourself through it any longer.

“You okay, Y/N? Was I too rough?” Dean asks, pressing his lips to your spine, and you know for sure he’s out of his rut because he called you by name and not “Omega” or “Baby Girl”. And if using your name hadn’t given it away, then his concern for you would have.

“No,” you say quietly. You try to shift away from him, yelping from still being locked together tightly and stretched to almost unbearable pain. You want to cry, knowing you’ll likely remain that way for over an hour. At one time, that would’ve made you the happiest little omega on the planet, being tucked safely in your alpha’s arms, him locked in you so tightly, but right now, you just want to get away from him.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Dean soothes, running his hand up and down your side. “We’re gonna be here a while. It hasn’t been like that since my first rut, and I’m jammed in there pretty tight,” Dean chuckles. “Fuck, that felt good!”

You remain still and silent, not wanting to cause yourself any further pain, and grateful that if the tears you’re holding fall, you can blame it on the discomfort you feel.

“Uh, you know all that talk about claiming and pups was just that, right? Dirty talk?” Dean speaks, breaking the silence that had formed between you. “Because this life ain’t the place for weaknesses like mating bonds and pups.”

“I know.” It comes out in a whisper, but at least you didn’t burst into tears at the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dean.

“Good,” he states, pulling you further into his body and settling down to sleep.

Now all you need to do is wait until Dean’s knot deflates and he’s sleeping deeply. Then you can shower the stench of the alpha from your body and return to your room. Your space. Your haven. Your nest.

ONE MONTH LATER

The trouble with witches is that they’re more intelligent than most people give them credit for. And vindictive. They’re also the most vile monsters on the planet. Still, you can’t help but admire them. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud, but you can’t deny the genius of the one you’re hunting right now that’s had the three of you running around in five different states trying to catch her.

When your luck finally turns, and you find her hideout undetected—a hundred miles from the bunker, no less—the three of you get takeout and beer in the motel room, and form a plan to take the bitch down.

As the sun comes through the threadbare drapes, rousing you from the first restful night’s sleep you’ve had in weeks, you still feel tired and too hot. Trying to kick the duvet off your overheated body, you feel a solid block behind you and sigh. Sam and Dean had insisted you all share a room, knowing you’re all on the witch’s hit list and are safer in numbers until she’s dead, so you know it can only be Dean behind you.

Becoming more awake, you notice Dean nuzzling into your neck, his lips resting on your mating gland, and his calming, intoxicating scent surrounding you. This is the closest you’ve been to him since his rut a few weeks ago, making your stomach lurch.

Quietly slipping from the bed, you smile wistfully as the green-eyed alpha whines at your sudden absence. Dean has been looking at you strangely these past two weeks. You know that he knows you’re pulling away from him, but as always with the two of you, it’s gone unspoken. Dean never talks about his feelings, and the last time you did, well, let’s just say that’s when you knew you and Dean were a sinking ship.

Grabbing underwear, jeans, a vest top, and flannel from your duffel bag, you make your way into the bathroom, wanting for once to have a long, hot shower without it turning cold when soap suds are still in your hair because the boys have used it all up.

Fully dressed and towelling your hair, the first signs of this month’s heat make themselves known as your skin prickles and the twinges start in your lower belly. This will be the first heat you’ve endured without Dean in a long time, and you pray to Chuck or whoever the fuck is running things upstairs now, that you’re strong enough to handle it.

Taking two Tylenol for the impending cramps, and a suppressant to try to ease the other symptoms of heat, you brush the tangles from your wet hair and head over to the diner to get breakfast for yourself and the two alphas, the younger whose bed is now empty having gone out for his morning run, and the older who is still snoring, his nose buried into the pillow you’d slept on.

DEAN’S POV

Dean is pacing the motel room. Y/N’s scent is still strong in the air and tinged with the beginnings of her heat, a scent that always drives him fucking wild. Her damp towel hangs on the heated rail in the bathroom, so he knows she hasn’t been gone long, but he’s worried about her. Especially lately. And especially with a conniving witch bitch hellbent on vaporising them.

Y/N has been pulling away from him lately, and her sharp tongue has left him licking his wounds more than once. He’d been wracking his brain, going over their every interaction, trying to figure out what he’d done to piss her off. What hurt him the most was her obvious despair at having to share a bed with him last night.

He and Sam agreed the three of them would stay in one room until they’d killed the bitch. They were all on the witch’s radar, but if they stayed together, at least they had safety in numbers. When he gave the news to Y/N, she looked at him as if he’d kicked a puppy right in front of her, and that felt like a knife to his gut.

He’d even thought about saying she could sleep with Sam, but the very thought of that made him want to tear his younger brother’s throat out, so he had no choice but to grin and bear her cold shoulder and the cold bed.

Not able to make and take comfort in a nest for herself, Y/N had situated herself on the bed as far away from him as possible and contorted into the tiniest little ball she physically could, making it abundantly clear to him and Sam that she felt extremely vulnerable. Dean knew that hurt not only him but Sam too.

The sound of footsteps outside the room makes Dean grab the gun filled with witch-killing bullets from the dresser and point it at the door. He relaxes his stance and lowers the weapon when he recognises Sam’s shadow through the grimy motel room window.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Dean barks at his younger brother the second he walks through the door.

“Yeah, she’s sitting in the diner eating breakfast. I ran past her a couple of minutes ago,” Sam replied, stretching his calves and putting his earphones away.

“You talk to her?”

“No. I thought it best to give her some space. With the way things have been, and, you know, she’s on the verge of a heat and, uh, she hasn’t really been herself lately, and last night with the…” Sam sighed. “What happened between you two, Dean? Because that is not the happy Omega we know.”

“I wish I knew, Sammy. I really do, but I’m at a loss here.” Dean starts to pace again, in obvious distress and breathing deeply through flared nostrils.

“When was the last time things were okay between you?” Sam asked.

“My rut last month. But even then, the last time we, uh… you know… she was off.”

“Dean,” Sam’s jaw clenched, hoping he didn’t have to kick his brother’s ass for forcing himself on her.

“I knew she was distracted. Her head wasn’t in it, and I needed her so bad—” The dawning of realisation washed over the green-eyed alpha’s features, and he felt sick.

“What did you do, Dean?”

“I, uh, I fucked up. I had to get creative with some dirty talk to slick her up enough to get my knot in, and I… fuck!” Dean sits on the bed, places his head in his hands and pulls at his hair.

“Dean,” the younger alpha’s nostrils were also flaring now, but it was from anger as opposed to his brother’s distress.

“I played on what she wants. What she really wants, Sam. I’ve always been clear with her about what we have and never used any of what she… but that night, I told her I’d claim her and give her pups.” And just like that, everything makes perfect sense to Dean. Y/N is pushing him away because she desperately wants what he teased her with. “And then, as we lay there locked together, I told her it was just talk, and I could never give it to her.”

“Jesus, Dean! You’re telling me you used her by telling her you’d give her what she wanted, then you broke her heart by taking it all back, saying she could never have it so that you could knot her? That’s low, even for you!” Sam scoffs.

“I never said she couldn’t have it. I said I couldn’t give it to her. She’s leaving me, Sammy. It’s why she’s been pushing me away. Why she feels vulnerable around me now and wants her own space all the time.”

“Yeah, and you fucking deserve it!” Sam growls as he swings for Dean, clocking him in the jaw with an almighty crack. “She loves you, Dean! And you treat her like an omega whore you’ve paid to see you through a rut?” As the younger Winchester pulls his fist back and lands another punch, the door slams, making both men jump at the sudden movement.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice verberates through the room. “What has gotten into you two?” The pack dynamic they’d forged for themselves had Y/N as the matriarch, and so her maternal tone had them shuffle their feet and look to the floor. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now, and you two fighting like a couple of juveniles will only give the witch the ammunition she needs to take us all down!”

“Sorry, Y/N,” both alphas mumble like a couple of scolded pups.

“I brought breakfast. Eat.” It’s an order that neither alpha dared disobey. They shuffle their way over to the small table, sitting down and eating silently while Y/N checks and rechecks their duffles for the witch hunt.

Y/N’S POV

Edging silently along the wall, gun in your hand, locked and loaded, you can hear a woman’s voice and Sam grunting, and realise you only have seconds to get this right. Taking a deep breath, you step into the room, and your eyes scan the surroundings.

Sam is against the wall, struggling against invisible restraints, and the witch speaks in Latin. Knowing that can only mean trouble, you raise the gun and take a second to get your aim right between the bitch’s eyes.

It’s a second too long, and she whips her hand to the right, your gun flying from your grip and landing across the room, as she continues her Latin chant as if you weren’t just trying to kill her.

You run at the first purple spark emitted from the witch’s palms, putting yourself between Sam and the witch without hesitation. You’d missed the first part of her curse, but you’d heard enough to know that the youngest Winchester could absolutely not be hit with it. You needed to get in front of it. You couldn’t let her ruin all three of your lives.

Closing your eyes, you wait for the curse to hit, but instead, a gunshot rings through the room, and everything goes silent. You don’t get hit by a gust of wind or an electric shock… just nothing.

Peeking an eye open, you see the witch lying on the ground, blood pouring beneath her and Dean glaring at you expectantly, his nostrils flared in anger. Not wanting to deal with him right now, you rush over to Sam, scanning over him and checking he’s okay.

“Sam! Are you hurt?” you ask as you crouch beside him and scan his body for visible injuries.

“No, just winded. I’ll be fine. Are you alright?” Sam touches your forearm to stop you from fussing about him.

“She’s a hell of a lot better than she coulda been!” Dean yells across the room. “What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N, huh? Throwing yourself in front of a witch like that, you coulda been killed!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. I’m—” Dean cuts off your response, marching towards you with his index finger pointing at you.

“I swear, if you say ‘I’m fine,’ so help me!” Dean only stops when he’s toe-to-toe with you, and he puffs his chest and rears his shoulders back, trying to intimidate you. Trying to make you submit to him.

“I am fine, Dean. The curse mentioned a brother, so it wouldn’t have affected me anyway,” you argue back.

“It could’ve killed you for all we know!”

“Dean, you need to calm down,” you implore.

“And you, Omega,” Dean says, his voice low and full of alpha authority and his finger dangerously close to your face, “need to start following my orders and stop purposely disobeying me because of some stupid tantrum you’re throwing! Go wait in the car.”

You do the worst possible thing you could do right now and laugh, before turning and walking away from him. You won’t let anyone speak to you like that, and you definitely won’t let Dean, either.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?… Don’t you dare walk away from me, Omega!” You can smell his pheromones from where you are and know that not only is it in pure anger, but because he’s extra on edge having being able to smell your heat and is starting to get antsy.

“Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work. You haven’t claimed me, Dean. I am not your omega. You made it very clear that I’m only good enough to be your rut bunny, and you know what? I’m done with that, so stay the hell away from me!”

“Y/N!”

Once again, you completely ignore him and keep walking. It’s hard because your body screams for him, but you won’t let him use you. Not anymore. Never again.

“Omega!” he roars again, and you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.

Screw waiting in the Impala. You’ll make your own way back, grab your bag, and go to another motel for the night. It was going to be a long enough car ride back to the bunker tomorrow, you needed some space—for everyone’s sake.

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1417

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IV

John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar. 

Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Winchester,” the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, “I need the O cleaned up and dressed.” One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. “Sorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.” 

They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.

 “Dean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.”

“There’s a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,” Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the O’s swollen eye. John's thankful it’s a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga he’d hunted. 

Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O. 

The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.

Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, “Dude, she’s flashing everyone!” Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the O’s breasts. He can’t help himself. “Look at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Boys,” John interrupted, “Let's go.” Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. “Wait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.”  A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, “We don’t bite..usually.”

Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. “Not funny, man,” Sam chastised but couldn’t help grinning.

John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies. 

“I don’t see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.”

“DNA? What are you talking about?”

“There have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,” the doctor said as he did the exam. “For new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?” John affirmed he was. “Good, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?” John frowned. “My mate was an Alpha.” 

“It’s almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.” The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. “As a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.”

The doctor and John, who’d guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most O’s rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. “I see you purchased the O for your elder son, who’s not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?” 

“I want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.” 

Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, “You with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. “You got a bunch of other O’s that just arrived?"  Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "It’s alright. Things like this can be stressful, so I’ll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. It’s hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"

"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?” The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people don’t like the name of the O they’ve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.” It took him a second to catch up. “Oh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I don’t know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. “Hmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."

"Uhh, okay, let’s do that." 

"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!” Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.

 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so it’s quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.”  More tacketa-tack-tacketa. ‘We do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the O’s nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?” Dean shakes his head negatively. “For low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.”

“Now, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since you’re not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.”

“What kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!” The courteous attitude disappears. "I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he hit something.

Part V

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[holylulusworld]

His favorite - Kinktober 11

Summary: He shows everyone you are his favorite...

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Public sex

Square 25 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​: Alpha!Negan

Square 15 filled for @j3bingo former jdmorganomegaverse: True Mates

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

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, blood, gore, characters death, murder, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, possessive Negan, fat shaming, protective Negan, public sex, smut, unprotected sex

Words: 1,8 k

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A pack protecting you. A pack having your back. That’s what you thought the people you trusted with your life and resources are to you. 

Now you know better. While you kneel on the cold ground you realize, this is a dog-eating-dog world now.

“Would you just look at this,” you flinch as the leader of a pack calling themselves the saviors swings his bat in front of your face. “Your fine friends just sold you to me, sweet little omega. I like me a chubby little thing like you.”

“Boss, do you want to give them a good show?” 

“Wait for it, Simon,” he looks down at you, grinning like the devil. You can’t see it, but his eyes darkened as a tiny sob leaves your lips. “I want to have a closer look at the owner of this fine house and the resources they offered to me.”

“They want to join us,” Simon says. “Do you think they are worthy of joining us?”

You don’t lift your gaze from the ground as the men talk about your house, and the few resources you gathered during your endless trips to the smaller towns close to your home. 

“What do you think, Simon?”

The men chuckle, and joke as you await death. You hold your breath and close your eyes.

This is the end, and you don’t want to see it coming. Tears stream down your face he swings his bat again, and you wait for the pain to come.

“I said, would you just look at this,” oddly the bat doesn’t hit you. “Such a pretty little thing, but she doesn’t listen. Look at me, omega.”

Your head immediately snaps upward, and you look up at the alpha with wide, and fearful eyes.

He looks down at you, brows furrowing as he enjoys the fear in your eyes.

“Negan, we should get going. It’s getting dark, boss.”

“Simon, fuck’s sake. I’m enjoying myself here,” Negan grumbles as he steps closer to you to grab your chin with his gloved fingers. “Omega, mine…do you want to die?”

“No?” you choke out.

“You’re not sure?” he laughs with his full body. “A cute and sweet one, I see. Not like the angry and bitchy omegas I met during my travels through this rotten world.”

You don’t know how to respond to him. He holds your life in his hands, and they are bloody.

“Simon!”

“Boss?”

“Kill them. But leave the boss, the one coming to you, for me and Lucille,” you swallow thickly as the alpha walks past you and toward the people you considered your pack.

“We want to be Negan,” one of them whimpers as the bat cuts through the air. You scream in terror when Negan hits the man’s skull. Blood splatters all over Negan’s clothes but he doesn’t seem to care. You assume he’s used to it.

“WE WANT TO BE NEGAN!” the rest of your pack screams as Simon and the other men aim their guns toward their heads. “PLEASE!”

“You see,” Negan hits the next man. The man screams in pain and agony as Negan preferred to hit his shoulder, “I don’t like traitors or people ratting the one saving their asses out. You messed with the wrong man.”

“What now boss?”

“Take care of the rest of them, Simon. Make it painful.”

Negan turns his back on your former pack. He carries his baseball bat toward his car, ignoring you on his way. “What about the girl?”

The alpha doesn’t answer. He puts his baseball bat in the back of his truck, taking his time.

“Leave her to me,” you whimper as leaving you to him means getting your skull split by his baseball bat. 

The screams and the scent of the blood of your former pack fill your senses as Negan steps back toward you. He looks down at you on your knees, studying your trembling body.

“Get up,” he takes off his bloody gloves to offer his hand to you. “Don’t let me wait, little chubby kitten.”

Your hand trembles when you place it into his warm palm. “What will you do to me?” you look up at Negan with teary eyes. “Please do it fast. Not with the bat.”

“Oh,” he chuckles as you slowly get up from the ground to stand on unsteady legs. “I got an idea or two, sweetness. Let’s start with bringing you away from here…”

You end up in his room, wearing his clothes that night. Negan looks you up from head to toe, making sure you didn’t get bitten. At least he tells you so.

The hungry look in his eyes tells a different story. 

“Today, I killed for you omega,” he begins. “I will do it again if I must.” Negan steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “You’re going to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” 

“Why didn’t you kill me too?”

“I killed them because they betrayed you,” he dips his head to press a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple. “I scented you the moment I got out of my car.”

“I don’t understand,” you watch him look you up and down. Negan licks his lips, ready to pounce on you.

“You’re my true mate,” Negan explains. “Don’t you feel it too? The pull. The need.”

“I should be afraid of you, but I’m not,” you whisper as he takes another step toward you. “You killed people, but you make me feel safe.”

“I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

That night you will end up tangled in each other. Negan won’t let you out of his bed for hours. When you wake in the morning, you’ll be wearing his mark…

A few months later, … 

You sniffle as the women at the sanctuary make fun of you once again. 

“Just look at that fat cow. I bet Negan only keeps her around to make sure any walker will kill her first and feast on her fat ass.”

“Right. How could he ever get hard for that chubby bitch?” the other woman snickers. “No way he likes to fuck that thing. Negan tries to mess with her. I bet; in a few days, he’ll use Lucille to get rid of her.

You run inside the building and dash toward the room you share with your alpha.

Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you make it inside.

You slam the door shut and press your back to the door, crying bitterly.

“Omega?” Negan is by your side in three long steps. “Y/N, what’s wrong with you? What happened?”

“They…and then…I’m fat…” you choke on your tears as your alpha wraps his arms around your trembling body.

“I need to know what happened, kitten. Tell your alpha who made you cry,” he whispers as you slowly lift your head to meet his worried gaze. “Y/N, tell me what happened.”

“I,” you nod. There is no way you can hide anything from your alpha. You take a deep breath and tell him what the women said about you and your alpha…

“Negan where are we going?” you whimper as he holds your hand in a tight grip. He mutters under his breath as he watches his men carry a mattress out of the building. 

Simon and the others place the mattress in the middle of the courtyard.

“All done boss.”

“Good.”

Negan guides you toward the mattress. “I want you on hands and knees, kitten. Don’t be shy. Show them all your dripping cunt.”

Your mouth falls open as Negan rips the flimsy negligee he found on one of his trips off of your body. “Would you all just look at those tits and her fucking perfect ass? I love every curve and every stretch mark on my woman.”

“Negan,” whining you kneel on the mattress and do as he says. You lift your ass and spread your legs for everyone to see your cunt. “Please.”

Negan stands in front of you to run his hand over your hair.

“You dared to say my omega doesn’t get me hard?” you gasp as Negan unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and shoves them down his legs to reveal his throbbing length.

“See this?” 

Negan points at his erection.

“This is all for my pretty little kitten. My chubby angel,” he growls as one of the women harassing you want to look away. “You won’t look away.”

He snaps his fingers. “Simon, make sure they watch me.”

“Uh-I’m on it boss,” Simon points his gun at the woman. “What do you want to do with them?” He nervously laughs as Negan moves behind you.

Your alpha kneels on the mattress to give your cunt a few kitten licks. He purrs against your heated flesh, making you moan in return. “Alpha.”

“I’m going to show them how much my omega turns me on,” Negan fists his cock as he looks at the women harassing you. “Do you know how good my omega makes me feel? She’s so much more woman than any of you!”

“Negan,” you press your face into the mattress. He growls at your submissive behavior. You know how much Negan loves to go full alpha and control your body.

Negan roughly grips your hips with one hand. “Perfect little omega cunt,” he presses into you, groaning as your body opens only for him like a flower ready to bloom. “She takes me so well.”

Your alpha slowly starts rocking his hips. He easily slides in and out of you, using your slick to fuck into you with long and powerful thrusts.

“Boss…uh,” Simon swallows thickly. He doesn’t want to be a creep, but at the same time, he can’t look away. “Fuck…”

“She’s mine,” Negan holds your hips in a tight grip. His large hands drag you onto his length with every snap of his hips. 

You moan, whine, and curse his name while your alpha has his way with your cunt. 

“Negan…alpha…baby.” 

“That’s right, kitten. It’s your alpha making you feel so good,” he growls as his eyes drop to your pussy stuffed with his cock. “Later I’ll eat that pussy.”

“Alpha, gonna cum.”

The coil in your lower abdomen tightens. Heat spreads through your body and you make the sweetest noises for your alpha as your cunt starts to clench tightly around his thick length.

“Kitten, Y/N,” his hold on your hips becomes bruising when he empties himself inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so good. Every. Fucking. Time.”

“No one will dare to harass you ever again. If they don’t learn their lesson, I will ban them,” he whispers. You snuggle in his chest and sigh. “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Sore. Satisfied,” he laughs as you mumble against him. “We won’t do this every week now, right?”

“Do what?”

“Have sex in front of everyone.”

“Only for fun, Y/N. Only for fun…”

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Vices | Part 1

Summary: Beau, an alpha, has always planned to keep his omega daughter with him at home. As her parent, he legally holds her contract until he decides to trade or sell her, but since her mom is gone now, Beau’s happy to keep his little omega all to himself. The alpha has his vices though, like any other man, and when a pretty woman crosses his path with tequila and a pack of cards, Beau gets himself and his omega into a whole lotta trouble.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Daughter!Reader / Anael x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: incest (father/daughter), slave society, references to past underage Tags: Crossover, Supernatural / Big Sky Crossover, Omegaverse, Alpha!Beau, Omega!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Heat, Scenting, Marking (Hickies), Nipple Play, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Small bit of Ass Play, Doggy-Style, Kitchen Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Light Food Play Word Count: 4.2k Bingo Squares: @anyfandomkinkbingo - Food Play | @j3bingo - Heat Suppressants | 2023 Bingo - Beau Arlen

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“Hey, sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” Beau pokes his head into his daughter’s room to find the girl has tossed all the blankets off of her body and is squirming uncomfortably on top of the fitted sheet. She looks up at him with an expression he can only describe as pathetic; her lips pouted and her eyes misty, the skin of her face flushed with her heat. 

“It hurts, Daddy,” the omega whines pitifully, and Beau feels a pang of sympathy for her pain all while his heart begins to hammer against his ribcage with excitement at the prospect that it’s up to him to stave off her heat now. He doesn’t know why they still go through this charade every time her heat comes around–she’s been getting them for two years now, since her sixteenth birthday, and every time the flush starts to creep over her skin and the pain begins to cramp her muscles he insists on trying the medication the doctor gave them first to see if it will suppress the symptoms enough that she won’t need to be fucked. Of course, he could have found her another alpha at that point, her contract became eligible to be traded as soon as she reached her first heat cycle, but Beau had been selfish. His daughter is the only family he has left, and he didn’t want to lose her so soon. So when the suppressants inevitably don’t do enough to ease her heat symptoms, Beau does what any responsible alpha should do, and he lends her a hand. 

Well, he starts with his hand. He finishes with his cock. 

The only way to truly satisfy an omega’s heat is to knot them good and hard, and he and Y/N both know that. But he still makes her try the pills first, out of some latent guilt that maybe a father shouldn’t want his daughter the way that he wants Y/N, even though Beau knows it’s fairly common for alpha parents to help their omega children through their heats. Still, something has always felt taboo about the whole interaction, which has always made it even more appealing to the alpha, to his own chagrin. He’s a kinky bastard, though, Beau can accept that about himself. And truth be told, his little omega is pretty kinky herself. 

“Okay, baby girl,” Beau sighs in feigned defeat, walking into her room and shutting the door behind him with his foot. He takes off his shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N up to a sitting position as well. “Here you go, Daddy’s got ya,” he whispers into her hair as she throws her arms around him and buries her face against his neck, scenting him. She’s done this ever since she was little, just as a comfort thing, and it never used to affect Beau the way it does now but as soon as she’d presented, any time Y/N scents him his dick immediately gets interested. 

Her own scent is intoxicating to him, sweet like flower nectar and a bit woody like the fresh air of the mountain forests that surround their isolated Montana home. Beau would cuddle her into his chest, skin to skin, and scent her all day if he could. Y/N is already completely undressed, her clothes too hot and uncomfortable for her to stay in as soon as her flush really sets in, and Beau can feel her little tits pressing against his bare chest. He shifts himself more firmly onto the bed, lays her body down beneath his and covers her with his weight, helping her settle down and letting some of her warmth bleed into him. He can remember how burning hot she’ll be when he gets himself inside her and feels his dick twitch in his sweatpants. 

“Need you, Daddy,” Y/N moans into his neck, her mouth open and panting as she begins to catch her breath now that the pain is easing. 

“Fuck, need you too, baby girl,” Beau groans, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips down between her legs despite knowing he’s getting the cotton soaked in her slick. With any luck that means her scent will stay on the clothes even after he washes them later. “Daddy’s gonna make it feel all better, yeah?” He takes one last inhale of her scent from the little spot behind her ear before dragging his tongue down her neck so he can play with her nipples, which are always incredibly sensitive when she’s got her heat. 

Beau kisses the right, then the left, then switches back to the right and licks her into his mouth, sucking her skin until it’s tight and pink and delicious looking. He’s always thought that he needs to take some pictures of her when she’s like this, to keep for himself, to remember. But then he thinks about why he would even need pictures if he has no intention of selling her contract off

–and he doesn’t. A father keeping his daughter’s contract isn’t unheard of these days, but it is still taboo enough to send a thrill of possessiveness through his veins that his alpha instincts revel in. 

“This feel good?” Beau lets her tit slip from his mouth and licks his lips, looking up at his omega from beneath his lashes. Her whole body is still visibly flushed, and small beads of sweat have pooled in the hollow of her throat. With a deep growl breaking from his chest, he surges forward to lick up the moisture, sucking her skin up between his teeth and worrying a mark into her neck that she won’t be able to hide beneath a shirt. Everyone will see it and know her alpha fucks her goo; takes good care of her. 

“Feels good,” Y/N nods, breathing even more heavily and gasping as Beau places another hickey on her neck in plain view. She’s always loved him marking her up just as much as he loves doing it, and the satisfaction from the knowledge that she wants to belong to her Daddy is getting him really fucking hot right now. “Lower, Alpha, please,” she whimpers, pressing against his shoulders in an effort to shift him further down the bed. 

Beau groans, his stomach clenching in arousal as she identifies him as her alpha, something that will never fail to get her fucked exactly the way she wants–with a bit of teasing first, of course. Beau likes to hear her beg, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. He sits up quickly and shoves his sweats and underwear down his thighs, his cock springing eagerly into the free air and smacking into his stomach. Y/N’s eyes are immediately drawn to it, and Beau smirks to himself as he fumbles his clothes over his knees and manages to kick them off and out of the way. 

“Present for Daddy, sweetheart,” he instructs her, and Y/N scrambles onto all fours, dropping to her forearms and arching her back, sending her ass higher into the air. She tucks her knees together beneath her, letting her ankles splay wide, and Beau’s heart skips a beat or two at the sight of her glistening holes being opened and on display for him. He’s been remiss in teaching the girl the proper commands and positions that most alphas would expect an omega to know when they acquire a new contract, but he’d taught her how to present to him from almost the second she’d gotten her first heat. He loves the look of his little girl spreading herself open for him, her hole dripping eagerly, unable to help herself. 

“Good girl,” Beau hums, one hand on his dick and the other reaching out to tease at the small pucker of her asshole, knowing that having his touch so close to where she wants it is infuriating for her. 

“Alpha,” she mewls desperately, shaking her ass against him and inadvertently forcing the tip of his thumb inside of her, dry. The omega clenches around him involuntarily and Beau chuckles under his breath, considering… but no, he wants to be inside a different hole right now. He can already feel his knot beginning to build at the base of his dick, his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs and ready to mark his little girl where she’s wet and wanting. 

“Tell me where it hurts, ‘mega,” the alpha taunts lightly, trailing his fingers gently down between her thighs, already knowing exactly where she’s burning for him most hotly. “Tell me where you want me and Daddy will make it feel all better, I promise.” His voice catches roughly in his throat, his offer coming out as more of a threatening growl than he intended. From the feel of Y/N’s lips quivering over his knuckles as they brush by her hole, she doesn’t mind his darker tone one bit, and that surprises Beau a little. He’s always known her to respond well to him when he’s sweet and doting more than anything else.

“You know where, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, her head hanging limply between her shoulders as her hips continue to rock back toward him of their own accord. She presses her knees a little wider and arches her back, pushing her cunt more firmly into his field of vision in illustration of her point, but Beau still wants to hear her say it. He knows that if her heat hadn’t already flushed her skin as dark and hot as it could go, she’d be flushed from humiliation by now, the poor, desperate little creature. 

With monumental effort, Beau snatches his hand out from between her legs, depriving her of all skin to skin contact. He touches himself instead, spreading the slick that had leaked out of her and dripped down over his fingers onto the head of his cock, massaging the tip languidly and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, groaning in seductive satisfaction. 

“I need you inside of me, alpha!” Y/N protests, her body shivering with need. “Now, now, now,” she chants, and Beau can see her cunt clenching in rhythm with her begging and he grins. 

“Close,” the alpha sighs, needing to take his hand off himself to catch his breath. “But you still need to be more specific, baby girl.” He leans forward onto his hands and knees, hovering over the girl but keeping the smallest breadth of space between them. “Do you want Daddy here?” he asks inquisitively, bringing up one hand and tracing his fingers over her mouth, which is hanging open like an excited puppy as she tries to take in enough air to keep from going light-headed. Immediately, she sucks his fingers in between her lips, craving whatever contact she can get from him, but she still whines that no, that’s not what she’d meant. 

“Oh, sorry,” Beau laughs under his breath and stands back up on his knees again, bringing his now spit-sodden fingers with him. “You meant here, didn’t you?” He teases one finger around the pucker of her ass again, slicking her up but not pushing in any further, and reveling in the sound of anguished desire that seems to seep out of her every pore. 

“I hate you,” Y/N complains, caught somewhere between laughter and actual tears. 

“I know,” Beau grins ruefully, but, finally taking pity on the girl–and not at all because his cock was desperate for him to stop teasing and move on with the proceedings of the day–he slides his hand down and presses two fingers gently into the wet-hot vice of her body. “There we go,” he coaxes her orgasm out of her quickly, stroking the tips of his fingers against her clit from the inside, making her even more wet, if that was even possible. He felt her slick dripping down his palm and curling around his wrist like tendrils of desire. He wanted her soaking before he fucked her, so he could slide his knot in without hurting her too much, though he didn’t want her too stretched out, he craved the feeling of forcing her open on his cock too deeply. 

While Y/N is still cumming against his hand, grinding her hips down against him in an effort to prolong the press of his thumb against her taint, Beau takes himself by the root and nudges forward on his knees into a better position, then deftly swaps his cock for his fingers, sliding into the omega while she’s still convulsing with her climax, and nearly sending Beau straight over the edge himself. He pulls out almost immediately, torturing the pair of them in equal measure and taking a steadying breath to reign in his alpha’s instincts to knot the girl and be done with it. He wants to make it good for her still, wants it to last. And he most definitely wants her to cum one more time before he sticks them together for the foreseeable, because otherwise she’ll continue to burn too hot for comfort. Beau’s helped Y/N through enough heats by now to know how many times he needs to force her to cum before her body is truly satisfied. 

“Fuck Alpha, put it back in,” Y/N groans, her head dropping onto her forearms, braced in front of her like a little pillow, and sending her ass waving in the air invitingly. Beau is done teasing now, he’s had a taste of her cunt, and there’s no use in denying that he’s just as desperate as she is. He steadies himself with one of his large, long-fingered hands wrapped possessively around the swell of her hip and feeds his cock back inside of her, plunging in straight to the root. Fixing his other hand on her hip, the alpha begins to rut against her eagerly. The clap of their skin echoes dully beneath the higher pitch of Y/N’s whimpers, climbing closer and closer towards breathless screams as Beau’s knot grows and pushes against the supple rim of her entrance with more force on each thrust. 

Once he gets going, Beau is never usually much of a talker. His mind always blanks out with the devastating pleasure that surges through him any time he’s buried in his baby girl’s cunt. The alpha urges that are so intrinsically part of him are only ever allowed to overtake him when he’s like this–any other time he keeps them carefully under wraps. As a law enforcement agent, he’s always been sensitive to the impression that the entire system is overrun by alpha-hole douchebags, and he strives to swim against that particular current wherever possible. But with a mewling omega in heat on her hands and knees for him and hanging off his cock like it’s a lifeline, there's nothing he can do to stop himself from succumbing to the biological need to possess her body and mark his territory. 

A high-pitched squeal brings Beau out of his self-centered, rapturous fog, and he looks down to see Y/N squirming against him, her skin deeply flushed and slick as an eel beneath the pads of his fingertips. Her body clutching onto his cock so tenderly, her insides just as slippery as her outsides now, sends a surge of satisfaction to the alpha’s chest, and he can feel his resolve to continue fucking her into next week beginning to falter. 

“You want my knot, baby girl?” he chokes out, short of breath. 

“Need it,” Y/N answers weakly, her words muffled because she’s buried her face in one of her pillows in an attempt to stifle the volume of her screams somewhat. 

“That’s what’s gonna make you feel all better, isn’t it?” Beau coos, his hips snapping against hers more urgently, forcing his knot to breach her hole and rutting inside her, pressing the swollen flesh as intentionally as he can against her g-spot before he feels the cum begin to shoot out of him, surrounding the tip of his cock in that strangely cool sensation that sets his nerves tingling. Y/N’s heat makes her cunt run so hot that his cum is actually cooler than her body temperature, and Beau has always reveled in the incongruence of it. He’s always wondered if the omega can feel it when he cums inside of her, or if she’s too overheated to notice. 

“Thank you,” Y/N utters softly, and Beau can hear the tears in her voice, crying in relief as her heat begins to break, a feverish sweat pooling in the dips of her spine.

“Anytime, baby girl,” Beau whispers, kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, brushing damp hair aside to do so. He stays on his knees, rubbing the girl’s back soothingly as the tension and cramps bleed out of her muscles and she melts into an unresisting puddle of skin and bones beneath him on the bed.

Y/N wakes from her heat-haze sometime after dinner, the soft golden light of sunset hot on her cheek where it’s been magnified by the glass panes of the window. The fact that she can distinguish the heat of the sun from the heat of her body is a positive sign that most of her biological urges have been assuaged, but she can feel the cramps beginning to tighten again in the pit of her stomach and knows that her cycle hasn’t quite passed yet. Scenting the air, Y/N searches for the lingering tendrils of her father in the atmosphere of her bedroom but finds them too faint to be helpful to her condition. Begrudgingly, she swings herself sideways out of bed and shifts her weight heavily onto her feet, fighting off the wave of dizziness that threatens her when she gets upright. 

Her father is in the kitchen–Y/N can smell the gas from the old flame-burning stove that came with the house when they moved here–and she makes her way to him, idly remembering to pull on the small silk robe he’d gotten her when she turned sixteen. Most of the time, Beau keeps it in his dresser so that it smells of him when she needs to wear it, and she gratefully inhales the familiar scents that simultaneously settle the aching in her muscles and make her stomach clench in arousal. The sensory experience of being an omega is overwhelming at the best of times, even more pronounced when she’s got her heat, and Y/N often wonders if alphas experience their rutting cycle just as acutely or if it’s easier on them–the way everything else in the world seems to be. 

Beau hadn’t made a single mention of selling her contract to another alpha after Y/N’s sixteen birthday had passed and she’d become viable as the government likes to put it. For the moment, she doesn’t mind the state of their situation. Beau takes good care of her, Y/N knows that, and she can’t deny that he more than satisfies her heats when they come around on their regular rotation–though less frequently then they might if she wasn’t taking the suppressants her father had had the pediatrician prescribe for her. She often feels a niggling wonder about whether her father would ever trade her contract if she asked him to. Love matches were nearly as common as arranged partnerships these days, but Y/N has never met anybody that tempted her to ask Beau to release her. Sometimes, she has the feeling, deep down, that her father might be keeping it that way. 

Still, if her options were to be traded to a complete stranger, or simply stay home as her father’s omega, Y/N knows which one she would choose. So for the time being, she tried not to worry about just how possessive her alpha father sometimes is over her. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Beau greets her when she enters the kitchen, sinking languidly into a chair at the table. She notices he’s only laid one place, he was probably expecting her to sleep for longer. She hums noncommittal in response and hears her father chuckle under his breath from his position in front of the stove. There’s a small thwick as the gas is turned off and the resultant flames flicker out beneath the pan, the smell of gas and smoke still pungent in the air and masking her father’s scent too much for Y/N’s liking. 

As if he’s read her thoughts, Beau quickly deposits the pasta from the saucepan he’s carrying onto his plate–a much bigger helping than one person should need–then returns the pan to the stove, shrugs the dish towel off his shoulder onto the counter, and hurriedly grabs a tray of ice cubes from the freezer before sliding himself into his chair and shoving back a little farther from the table, patting his knee in invitation. Y/N can’t help a curious glance towards his lap before she takes her new seat, and is inwardly pleased to see the early stirrings of arousal there. 

She settles herself on his knees as if she was sitting side-saddle on a horse, draping one arm around his shoulders while his arms come up to circle around his waist, reaching towards the tray of ice he’d brought to the table with him. Playfully, Y/N parts her lips, her tongue peeking forward expectantly, and Beau smirks as he plops a small ice cube into her mouth, then laughs as she sucks on his fingers while she lets the ice melt against her tongue, sending a rush of blessedly cool water down her throat. He feeds her more ice chips while she squirms in his lap, once again feeling the slick begin to bloom, hot and wet, between her thighs, even as her chest revels in the chill of the ice that she’s been consuming. 

“Need you, alpha,” Y/N whispers shyly. Despite how much she enjoys being knotted, she still feels some kind of innate shame in the pit of her stomach about how badly she wants–needs– it that she doesn’t think will ever go away. 

“You should eat something first, sweetheart,” Beau suggests, but Y/N can hear the desire beneath his tone telling him to forget dinner for the moment. 

“Don’t want to wait, Daddy,” she shakes her head obstinately, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. 

Beau rolls his eyes at her but gently pushes her up from his lap. His hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants and push the elastic down, extracting his cock and balls carefully so as not to snap himself inadvertently. He then spins a finger in the air, indicating to the omega that he wants her to turn around, and Y/N feels his hands at her waist, pulling her back towards him and settling her onto his lap once more, her legs straddled over his, her back pillowed against his chest, and his erection slipping neatly between her legs and up inside her. They both sigh happily as he presses her down to sit more firmly on his legs, resting all of her weight against him, which grinds his cock more deeply inside her, to the point where Y/N would swear she can feel the tip of him in her stomach. 

“There you go, ‘mega, just relax,” Beau reassures her gently, circling his arms around her waist and reaching for the table once again, this time picking up his fork and twirling several noodles swiftly around its tines. He raises the food to her lips and bids her eat, all while rocking her in his lap like he used to when she was a little girl who was very picky about what she liked to eat–except now as he rocked her, his cock dragged slowly and teasingly inside her cunt with every back and forth motion. 

Y/N let herself be fed, Beau alternating forkfuls of pasta between each of them until the plate was empty. Bringing his now-free hand down between her legs, he toys with her clit softly, rolling the pads of his fingers in provocative circles over the folds of skin and bringing her to a gentle climax, the kind that tingles through every hair on her body and fills her with a warmth that’s much more pleasant than the kind her heat brings on. 

There’s still a few ice cubes left in the tray on the table, now partially melted and floating in individual pools of cold water. Y/N reaches out for one and slips it into her mouth, sucking down to the cool relief happily before reaching for another and holding it over her shoulder for her father’s lips to snatch from her fingertips. That’s all the respite he gives her in coming down from her orgasm before he suddenly stands, his cock still lodged firmly inside her, and shove the omega face down onto the table, pushing the leftover dinner items and tray of melted ice cubes carelessly to the floor in the process as the alpha takes over from the father, no longer caring for her comfort or wellbeing and simply using her body as what it was meant to be.

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Fic Title: [and] turn this up on the radio

Fic Summary: A somewhat non-linear telling of Sam’s journey back to Dean in Heaven, and the buoys along the way; inspired by my ficlet “Tennessee Whiskey.”

Chapter 3: Dean

@j3bingo Square: Love Language

Warning: Chose Not To Warn

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Wincest (SamDean)

Chapter Length: 3.7k

Chapter Warnings: incest, referenced past underage, de-aged sex between consenting adults, established relationship, canon-typical crime and violence, grieving, fluff and angst, mpreg, explicit sexual content [see ao3 post for full fic warnings]

Summary: As soon as Sam shows up on the bridge to meet him, Dean thinks he’s got this new Heaven figured out. (Spoilers: not quite)

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[winchester-girl67]

Meet The Parents

Summary: The reader takes Dean home for a traditional Irish dinner on St. Paddy's day, but the food doesn't sit well with him.

Requested by Anonymous: "could you do a dean winchester x reader? they celebrate st patricks day together. like the readers parents invite dean to an irish dinner or something."

Pairing: Dean x reader (established relationship)

Square: Free space @j3bingo​

Word Count: 2,891

Rating: Teen

Warnings: language, drinking, sick!Dean, mentions of vomiting, overbearing parents, arguing, pinching, a little angst, kissing, fluff

A/N: My first request, I hope you like it Anon 🍀

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"What are you wearing?"

"Uh.. no good?" Dean questioned, smoothing out his red shirt. The one you'd always told him you loved him in.

"Um, I mean you look great but, are you sure you don't wanna wear green? It is St. Paddy's day and my mom can be a little aggressive about some traditions." You warned, gesturing towards the forest green top you'd finally decided on wearing after hemming-and-hawing for a half hour while Dean was in the shower.

"I was going to, but I got toothpaste on it so it's in the wash. This was all I had left." He shrugged.

"It's fine," you said after a moment of thought, "-it'll be fine. You're a guest, I'm sure she'll be on her best behaviour."

You were more trying to convince yourself than your boyfriend. Somehow, you seemed to be more anxious than he was.

"Y/N." Dean tried to draw your attention away from your worrying mind. It was the first time he was meeting your parents and you were a little nervous. "Sweetheart, they're gonna love me, okay? Don't worry, I'm gonna be my usual adorable, charming self and I won't mention that you're still hunting."

"Oh my gosh, why did you have to bring that up?! You know they would lose their shit if they knew I was still a hunter, not to mention dating one." You sucked in a deep breath, fanning yourself with your shirt to stave off the stress sweat; you didn't want to take another shower.

"Baby, calm down. I talk to your mom on the phone all the time, I'm telling you we have a good rapport and the hunting thing won't even come up." Dean promised, kissing your temple and rubbing your back.

"I'm not worried about you, De." You assured him, calming a bit when he tugged you into a hug and squeezed you in his arms. You loved the grounding feeling he gave you when he did that. "...My parents can be a little overbearing."

"Sweetheart, do you know who you're talking to? I'm the king of overbearing parents, I'm sure they're not as bad as you think." He insisted, kissing your cheek.

You turned your face into his and caught his lips with yours. Sighing when you pulled away and glanced up at his loving green eyes. He had no idea... but he was going to find out.

You stopped at the small grocery store near your parents' house to pick up an apple pie and a bottle of whiskey. Usually you would've gotten a bottle of wine for a dinner party, but it was St. Paddy's day after all.

"You must be Dean," your mother cheered, pulling him in for an awkward hug on the front porch. He jumped when she reached around and pinched his bum, nearly dropping the bottle of whiskey he held.

"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise and she released him with a laugh.

"Mom, seriously? I thought I asked you not to do that." You whined, glaring hard at her.

"Oh relax, Y/N, I was only teasing him. You should've told him to wear green, especially today." She said as if it was a right of passage to pinch someone not wearing green on St. Paddy's day.

"You could've warned me," Dean hissed at you when your mother walked ahead of you into the house and towards the kitchen where your father was preparing the meal.

"I told you to wear green and I texted her from the car, but she never listens." You explained, following after your mother, Dean tagging behind.

You placed the apple pie on the empty spot on the counter, making room for Dean to set the whiskey down as well. Your father setting the food to simmer before embracing you in a warm hug.

"I hope you two are hungry, we've got all the basics for a traditional Irish dinner." Your father said, greeting Dean with a hardy handshake.

"Tr-traditional- You didn't?" You gulped, taking a peek into the large pot on the stove. "Can't we order a pizza instead?"

"Y/N, your father has been cooking all day preparing this dinner. Besides, you used to love this meal as a kid." Your mother scolded.

"Yeah... back when I didn't know what it was..." you muttered quietly to yourself so Dean couldn't hear.

"Smells delicious," Dean complimented, flashing a lopsided grin at you.

Poor guy didn't know any better.

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"This is great, what did you call it again?" Dean asked your father with a mouthful.

"Beef tripe stew." Your father answered proudly as Dean sucked down another spoonful.

"S'really good," he hummed, looking at you and smiling. "What is tripe?"

"Don't ask," you warned, shaking your head and picking at your food.

"So, Dean. What is it you're doing now?" Your father questioned out of nowhere. You coughed on a bite of potato and quickly took a sip of water to wash it down.

"I fix up old cars," Dean said, catching a worried glance from you, "you'd be surprised what people would pay for a mint condition vintage vehicle. I just finished fixing up a sixty-nine Camaro and you wouldn’t believe what this guy paid for it."

"Neat," was all your father said. "And what are your intentions? -with my daughter."

"Dad," you warned, but he just glanced at you for a moment before returning his questioning gaze back to Dean.

"Well, you've been dating for over a year now and I want to know if I should be expecting good news in the near future." Your father insisted.

"Dean and I are happy, isn't that enough?"

"I'm just curious, I am your father and I'm allowed to ask." He stated, sharing a look with you that made you feel like a teenager again. It's no wonder you rebelled and got into hunting just out of high school; following in your grandparents' footsteps.

"Not the first time you meet him in person you're not." You shook your head angrily.

"Y/N," your father tsked as if he was telling you to stop arguing.

"Just stop giving my boyfriend the third degree, okay?" You glared up from your food.

"Sweetheart, it's alright. I understand, they just care about you. We're on the same side." Dean said, patting your leg and giving your knee a squeeze. "To answer your question, sir, I intend on sharing my life with your daughter and to be perfectly honest, other than that, I don't really care if we ever get married. I'll do whatever she wants as long as she wants me. I love her and I believe she loves me back. At least, this morning she did but the look she's giving me right now says I'm in for it when we get home." He laughed.

"You know I love you too, dork." You admitted, softening your gaze and lacing your fingers with his hand still on your knee.

You just found it a little awkward in front of your parents, though Dean didn't seem to mind. He was more of a fan of public displays of affection than you. And though it made you uncomfortable sometimes, you would never discourage that affection; you still craved it even if it made you blush.

"Sounds like you got yourself a keeper," your mother beamed, but your father seemed a little put off.

"Why not get married if you love each other?" He questioned, dropping his spoon into his bowl and giving you his full attention. "Neither of you are getting any younger. What if you want a family-"

"It's just not the right time, Dad. Dean's asked me many times but I'm just not ready." You said, cutting him off and pushing around your food with your spoon.

Your relationship had a rocky start to it, but you and Dean had finally settled into something that worked for the both of you and just like you told him, it was too soon. With hunting and his tendency to pull away when times got rough, you didn’t want to stir things up when you were, at last, in a good place. That didn’t mean you were opposed to getting married in the future, but you knew you'd be rushing it if you agreed to one of his whims. The last time he asked you being during your vacation with Sam and Eileen in Vegas. But you rather not get hitched by an Elvis impersonator.

"Back in my day, you were supposed to ask for the father's blessing before proposing." Said your father who was obviously in a mood.

"Yeah well, that was a long time ago and as much as we'd like your blessing, we don't need it to get married. All that matters is that I love him and want to spend my life with him-"

"It's a matter of respect, Y/N."

"Alright you two, enough! We’re supposed to be having a nice meal." Your mother demanded, slamming her open palm on the table, making you jump and a couple of dishes rattle. "...Dean, can I get you some more?"

"Yes, please." Dean beamed, holding out his bowl as your mother scooped out another serving for him. "We gotta get this recipe from you guys. Right, sweetheart?" He said, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood.

"Mm," you hummed, poking at your food again. You were starving but not enough to eat tripe.

The heavy air around the dinner table cleared as Dean told the story of how you first met. You always loved the way he told it, but interrupted a couple of times when he purposefully exaggerated; nudging your arm and smiling at you to get you out of your funk. It always worked, he knew that you had a soft spot for that damn smile of his. The one that showed off his pearly teeth.

After dinner, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom where you splashed some cold water on your face while Dean helped your parents with the dishes.

"Hey, where's Dean?" You asked, emerging from the bathroom and drying your damp hands on your jeans.

"Outside, getting some air." Your mother said, starting the dishwasher.

"Why? What did you say to him?" You narrowed your eyes and turned your attention to your father.

"Nothing, I gave him the recipe for the stew, is all." He shrugged, going back to stowing away leftovers in glass containers.

"He looked kind of pale, maybe you should check on him." Your mother worried and you nodded turning for the door.

He knew.

You found Dean on the front porch hanging his head over the railing. He barely acknowledged that it was you until you placed a palm on his back and rubbed up between his shoulder blades.

"How you holding up?" You asked the only man you'd ever known to have an iron stomach, up until now. He just glanced back at you, emotionless and very pale. "What?"

"Tripe... It's stomach lining, Y/N, and you let me eat it. I thought you loved me." He grunted, a thin layer of sweat clinging to his forehead.

"Don't be so dramatic. You liked it up until you knew what it was." You said, scratching the short hairs on the back of his neck, trying to relax him.

"So?"

"So, I've seen you eat worse." You chuckled. "Like that time you ate that brownish paste from the-"

"Y/N, please." Dean groaned, holding his stomach.

You could see the nausea in his expression as he swallowed the lump in his throat and you rushed to comfort him. Giving him a side hug and kissing his hair as he continued to brace himself on the railing. You rubbed your hand up and down his back until a bit of colour started to return to his cheeks and he straightened up, turning to face you.

"Did you throw up?"

"Mhm, yeah, over the railing. I think I got your mother's Daffodils." He pointed and you shushed him.

"That's okay, I'll hose them down before we leave." You said, gently pulling him into a hug that he quickly melted into, draping his arms around you.

"Did you really grow up eating that stuff?" He asked into your hair, his sour breath on your neck, though you didn't mind.

There were plenty of times he cared for you when you weren't at your best or most attractive and he never made you feel less than beautiful. You could do the same for him.

"Uh-huh, figured out what it was around high school and refused to eat it ever since. The trick is to eat around the tripe; potatoes, carrots, peas, and then dump the rest in the trash when they're not looking." You explained with a shrug, it was something you'd been doing for years.

"Your father hates me," he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"No, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does. I can't blame him though, I took you away from them." He muttered, tugging you back into himself and holding you close when you tried to pull away to look at him.

"Dean, I was on the road hunting when I met you. You didn't take me away from anyone." You insisted, hearing him sigh. "Still think your parents are worse than mine?"

"We'll call it a tie, for now." He laughed softly.

"Come on, let's go back inside. I'll get you a stiff drink." You said, patting his back but he wouldn't let you go.

"Do we have to?" He whined, nuzzling more into your neck, just breathing in your scent. You'd come to realize that calmed him, especially in more mundane settings where he didn't need to uphold that tough guy facade.

"Yeah," you sighed, "you left the car keys inside on the counter."

"Damn, too bad." Dean joked, still holding you tight.

"Hey, you're the one that made these plans with my mom." You reminded him, having been opposed to the whole idea simply because you knew things would work out this way.

"I know," he nodded, "you don't have to say it."

"Say what?"

"...-'I told you so'."

"Well... I did." You grinned, clearly teasing him.

"I'm aware, sweetheart." He said and you turned in his arms so your back was against his chest.

He continued to cling to you, embracing you with his hands resting on your stomach and his chin on your shoulder. You laughed and he chuckled as he awkwardly waddled behind you as you walked towards the front door. He gave you another squeeze and planted a wet kiss to your cheek before you opened the door to join your parents back inside.

"Here," you said, filling a tumbler with an obtuse amount of strong smelling amber liquid. "It’s whiskey. Trust me, you'll feel better in no time. Or you'll be so buzzed that you won't care."

"Getting me wasted isn't gonna work, sweetheart. You owe me. Big time." He whispered against the shell of your ear so only you could hear.

"I'm sure we can work some sort of arrangement out." You kissed his cheek and handed him the glass. "You feeling up to a slice of pie?" Dean's face lighting up. You chuckled, he always did bounce back fast. "Ice cream?" He nodded, licking his lips.

Dean helped you dish out a piece of pie for each of you, adding a couple scoops of ice cream to each plate before you handed them off to your parents who settled in the living room.

"Hey, Y/N/N. That other thing we ate, dris-heen, do I wanna Google that?" Dean questioned while it was just you and him in the kitchen.

"No, honey." You shook your head.

"It's something just as gross, isn't it?" He asked, poking his fork into his slice of pie.

"Uh-huh," you nodded, you weren't about to tell him that drisheen was a type of blood sausage. Him and his stomach had been through enough for one night.

"I think I'm gonna need another drink, you okay to drive us home later?" He said, polishing off the large glass of whiskey you'd given him.

"Yeah, I'll be designated driver, you've earned it. Thank you for being so great." You stood up on your tiptoes to peck a kiss to his lips just as he took a bite of pie, Dean smiling into it as he tried to swallow.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhm," you hummed, licking the sweet stickiness that lingered on your lips from his.

"If you ever doubt how much I love you, do me a favour and remember tonight." He said, staring deep into your Y/E/C eyes as he surprisingly ignored the combination of pie and ice cream he'd set down on the counter next to himself.

"I can do that," you promised, pressing your lips to his again a little firmer, distracting him as you slid your hands down to his ass, pinching him hard enough to bruise. He grunted into your mouth, "I'm sorry, I had to. You didn't wear green." You giggled into another kiss. Dean chasing your lips when you pulled away.

"Just wait 'til we get home, sweetheart." He warned, gazing down at you with those long lashes that brushed against your cheek and tickled your skin.

"Uh-oh, am I in trouble?" You bit your lip playfully.

"Big time."

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 Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278​ @laycblack​

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Good Girl

Credit picture: Pinterest | Dividers from @firefly-graphics

Summary: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the raising rockstar, intervenes when your best friend is about to get physical with you. He stays with you to make sure you are safe. Pairing: JDM x Reader Squares: Birthday for TMAS of @supernatural-jackles // Teasing for @j3bingo // Warnings: Alternative Universe, Rockstar Jeffrey Dean Morgan, SMUT +18, daddy kink, praise kink, slight violence, Word Count: 1.6k A/N: This was also written for the Birthday Bash of @negans-lucille-tblr with the prompts Praise kink, "She might be your girl but she's calling me daddy", and a gif that is below in the story (you might have to read to find it ;D) PS: Happy Birthday Bee! I hope you had an amazing day!! Lots of love

Along with your best friend Paul, you were invited to Ava’s birthday party that her boyfriend was hosting. She mentioned that his friend, the new rockstar Jeffrey, was coming too and was excited to meet you.

Why was that? Because Ava wanted you to cut your toxic relationship with your best friend Paul. He was extremely jealous, very possessive, and degrading towards you. He actually wasn't nice to anyone, he always showed like he was more important than the rest. She hated Paul, well everyone hated Paul except for you.

The night of the party, Paul complained about your outfit, “it was too revealing for you” he said but you didn’t care, you liked how good you looked in it, “even if you showed up naked, no one would want a whore like you” he added and left you in your apartment thinking that he was man enough to make you feel bad about yourself. You knew better than that, two could play this game.

You decided to change your outfit a little. Paul said it was too revealing, well, you changed into something even more revealing. You put on a two-piece black dress. He was an ass and he was not going to ruin your night.

When you arrived at the party, your friend Ava was waiting for you. “Where were you? Paul arrived alone and you weren’t answering my calls.” you sighed. Of course, Paul was not going to tell her what happened, he probably blamed you for it. It was always your fault.

“I’m sorry” you apologized, “but I had to make a quick wardrobe change” you explained removing your coat. Ava was speechless, “girl, I don’t know what you were wearing earlier, but this…” she did a dramatic pause, “this is hot” you smiled and blushed. You knew that Paul was looking at you, you could feel his eyes following every movement.

Ava walked you through the middle of people just to make Paul jealous, she knew he was going to act like a possessive boyfriend towards you. You didn’t care what he might say or do, you just wanted to have a nice evening and not have to leave the party earlier because he made you feel uncomfortable.

You were enjoying a drink with one of Ava’s friends when Paul approached you, grabbed your hand, and took you somewhere else. “What the hell?” you stopped him mid-step removing your arm from his grasp. “Don’t you think is enough attention for someone like you?“ Paul was drunk, obviously, and because he wasn’t having enough attention from the guests, he decided to make fun of you.

“Oh please. Go fuck yourself Paul” you said annoyed. When you tried to leave, he stopped you grabbing you by your arm. “I’m not done with you”

“I think you do pal,” someone said and you recognized his voice, it was Jeffrey. He puffed his chest making him even bigger than he already is. “Are you okay, Babygirl?” you nodded. “I think you’ve had enough to drink and is time to go home,” Jeffrey instructed putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Leave my girl alone,” Paul slurred, “Yeah, whatever. You’re not having her now” Jeffrey said leaving with you under his arm.

What had happened was a weird situation. Paul has never gotten that possessive before, he never treated you like this before, but what was even weirder was that you were still under Jeffrey’s arm and you felt safe with him.

“I’m sorry” you murmured, “It’s okay doll, don’t worry,” Jeffrey said caressing your cheek. Ava was a few feet away from you and she had a knowing smile, you saw her taking out her phone and a minute later your phone buzzed. “Maybe now you will notice what I’ve been telling you about Paul. Enjoy Jeffrey, he’s been looking at you ALL NIGHT LONG” she texted, you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Drink this Babygirl, is water” Jeffrey handed you a cup, you drank it in one gulp, “you want more?” he asked you putting a strand of hair behind your ear, you shook your head. “I just want to go home,” you said and he nodded. He intertwined his fingers with yours and took you towards Ava, she nodded and wished both of you a good night. Both of you left in his car. The way Jeffrey praised you, talked to you and, treated you made you feel shy.

Jeffrey decided to take you to his apartment because he thought that Paul was going to go to yours looking out for you and he didn’t want to risk it.

Jeffrey brought you another glass of water and laid it on the table, he sat next to you on the couch with a beer in hand. You sighed and Jeffrey pulled you to his chest so you could lay your head on top of him.

“I’m sorry” you apologized again, “It was the first time that Paul acted like that towards me” you explained, “he was jealous,” you admitted

“Babygirl, I heard enough before I decided to intervene, he was wrong in every fucking word he said. You are worthy of every pair of eyes that look at you because that outfit makes wonders to your body. You look gorgeous Babygirl” you blushed at his words. No one ever has said such things to you, you were used to being degraded and humiliated by who you thought was your best friend.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Babygirl. You need someone who cares about you” you looked at him and nodded.

Jeffrey was giving you some back rubs to keep you relaxed, he knew you were feeling bad for what had happened at Ava’s party. You stayed like that for a while, soon you were dozing off.

You felt your body being moved from the original position you were and some minutes later, you were laid down in a more comfortable place. You opened your eyes and saw Jeffrey removing your shoes, “I’m sorry, Baby girl, I didn’t mean to wake you” Jeffrey apologized and then remove some hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

You put one of your hands in his face and leaned to kiss him, he sat next to you and pulled you to his lap. Instead, you straddled him and your skirt got up in the process.

Jeffrey started to caress you from your back to your ass, giving it a squeeze every time he touched it. You started to grin your hips, heating the make-out session.

The only things that could be heard were the grunts and moans erupting from you and Jeffrey. You tugged his t-shirt for him to remove it, he did as you requested and took your top along with his, throwing them together somewhere in his room.

He started to massage your tits and pinch your nipples to harden them even more. “Oh, daddy” you moaned when he started to suck one of them. You froze as soon as the words left your mouth and Jeffrey could feel it.

“Say it again, Babygirl,” Jeffrey commanded looking at your eyes. He started to suck one of your nipples again and you moaned “Daddy, please…”

It was like you had lighted a match because he engulfed you in his arms and threw you in bed. He peppered your body with kisses, removing your skirt in the process. There were a lot of sensations going through your body that you were ecstatic, your orgasm building up slowly at the pit of your stomach, you needed the release.

You slightly pushed Jeffrey to the bed, he getting the message, complied. You straddled him once again and started to grind again. You suddenly stopped and Jeffrey was about to apologize when he noticed you struggling to remove his pants, he smiled and helped you.

Once the pants were out from the middle, you started again to grind yourself again against his hardening cock. It felt amazing. You put one of his hands over his throat and fastened your movements.

Your release was there about to explode, you could feel the precum leaking and wetting his boxers and mixing with your wet underwear. Jeffrey could see you were about to cum, he slower your movements and started to thrust you. The new sensation felt incredible. With the change of movement, he made your orgasm explode, moaning his name out loud. You fell against his chest, tiredly.

“Already exhausted baby girl? But we are just starting” he joked and kissed your forehead once again

The night you spent with Jeffrey was beyond amazing, not only because of the sex but also because of the way he treated you and made you feel. No one has made you feel as safe as Jeffrey did, not even Paul.

Jeffrey didn't want you to stay at your old apartment because of what had happened at Ava's party, so he offered to stay with him until you could find a new place. You loved your apartment, but living with Paul was something you didn't want to keep experiencing.

When you were at your apartment grabbing some basic stuff you needed asap, when Paul appeared, "the whore is back, he got tired of you?" Jeffrey showed up from behind making Paul jump, "you know, she might be your girl, but she's calling me daddy" Jeffrey whispered to Paul's ear making him shiver from anger. Paul turned around and stormed out of the place. He finally got what he deserved.

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