#when she married sam it was like filling in a gap she’d had

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

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“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

-

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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[castiel-kline]

Filling in the gaps of 15x20, featuring Castiel and Jack.

Castiel woke with a gasp, the Empty pressing in around him as usual. He sat up, quickly, trying to get his bearings. He was met with a watery smile on a face he thought he’d never be lucky enough to see again. 

“Hello,” Jack said, fingers half curled into a wave. 

“Jack,” Cas breathed, pulling his son in for a fierce hug. Jack clung to him just as hard, the two of them huddled on what passed for solid ground in the Empty. 

They pulled back, just looking at each other. Castiel kept his hand on Jack’s shoulder, not wanting to let him go just yet. He looked at Jack’s face, at the tiniest hints of tears in his eyes, and felt his heart sink. 

“Jack, what happened?” Jack didn’t reply immediately, and Cas felt even more dread building, dripping down his spine like a melting icicle. “No. You’re not- you can’t be-”

“I’m not dead,” Jack assured him. Cas could feel his whole body slumping in relief. “I’m… I really missed you, Cas.” 

“Well, I missed you too.” Cas squeezed Jack’s shoulder, rejoicing when a smile flitted across Jack’s face. Dying without saying goodbye… it was one of the most difficult things Cas had ever done. 

“Wait, I don’t- I don’t understand. How are you here?” 

Jack shrugged, and in the shift Cas could see something different. If he really looked, there was something more, something bright and powerful and ageless burning under Jack’s skin. More powerful than his soul and his grace combined.

“We defeated Chuck,” Jack said. “We didn’t kill him, but I- I took his powers, and I sort of took over from him.” 

Castiel remembered sitting with Kelly before Jack was born. And he remembered that one little word that had kept them going. 

Paradise.

And Castiel smiled, wider than he’d ever smiled before. “You did it,” he whispered. Jack returned his grin, and the two of them laughed, the sound echoing off of the Empty around them, beating the sorrow back. “You did it. Oh, Jack, I’m so proud of you. I always- Kelly and I always knew you could do this. We always believed.” 

“I know.” Jack nodded. He stood, reaching down a hand to pull Castiel up with him. “Come with me.” 

Jack tugged him along by the sleeve of his coat and started to run, the gesture so young and childlike in contrast to his new position as the universe’s caretaker. 

“Jack, where are we-”

There was a sudden flash of light, and Castiel gasped, back straightening as if he’d been struck by an electrical current. When the roar of his grace subsided, he realized it was- it was there. It was all there, his wings, his grace- and the Hellfire scars and charring on his feathers were gone. Jack beamed at him, hands tucked behind his back. 

“Jack, I…” Cas didn’t have the words. He spread his wings, flared them out and reveled in how free it felt. There wasn’t pain anymore. He looked around, suddenly taking in where they were.

“We’re in Heaven,” he said, looking back to Jack.

“Yes.” Jack lifted his chin. “I know Heaven isn’t what a lot of people expect, or want. I know it’s not what my mother, or Sam and Dean, believed that it should be. So- I’m going to fix it.”

Jack snapped his fingers, and all the doors and walls came crashing down, the compartments folding away. And the people, all the souls in Heaven, they rejoiced. 

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Cas half expected chaos, but he should have known better. Somehow, Jack made it all make sense. The people were milling about, all those souls trying to find their loved ones and choose a place to settle. Or keep on going, always traveling. It didn’t really matter. 

He and Jack were walking through the crowds, guiding them on their way and explaining the situation as gently as they could. 

“Hey, you. Shoulda known you’d have somethin’ to do with all this.” 

Cas whirled around, coming face to face with an old comrade-in-arms. “Bobby,” he said. “It’s- it’s good to see you again. Are you alright?” 

Bobby shrugged. “Seems like. Are my idjits with you?”

“No. They’re, uh. They’re not here yet.”

“Guess I should be grateful for that,” Bobby grumbled. “I do have to ask, though, what’s with the sudden change? There a management shift I should be aware of or somethin’?”

Jack came bounding over, grabbing on to Castiel’s arm. “Cas, I found her! We- oh.” Jack looked at Bobby, recognition and realization igniting in his eyes. He straightened, putting on a front of godly power. Cas would have to tell him later that he didn’t need to do that. 

“Hello,” Jack said, unnecessarily nervous. 

Bobby looked at Cas from under a furrowed brow, then to Jack, and back to Cas. “Well, feathers, didn’t know you had it in ya.” 

Cas shook his head. “Oh, no, it’s not what you-”

“I’m Jack,” Jack cut in. “I took the power of God, and now I’m fixing Heaven! It’s nice to meet you. Sam and Dean have told me a lot about you.”

Bobby’s confusion only deepened. Castiel sighed, and started explaining. 

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“So, you got a kid.”

“Yes.” 

“And Sam and Dean helped raise him.” 

“Yes.” 

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Cas huffed a laugh, eyes trailing after Jack where he stood a little ways away, helping a man who’d died in 1432 reunite with his mother. 

“No. We’ve all been saved.”

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Never let it be said that Kelly Kline was not a patient woman. By the time Cas caught up with her, millions of souls having been helped, it might well have been weeks. She was standing hand in hand with Jack, the two of them in animated conversation. 

“Kelly,” he said, and she smiled at him as she brought her arms around him. 

It felt like home. 

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Jack kept busy. He and Cas swept through all of Heaven, the remaining angels having been assigned sections to comb through as well. They needed to make sure no souls were still lost without their families or their chosen place having been found. 

The two of them spent plenty of time with Kelly, who had designed a little cottage like the one Jack was born in. 

Jack worried about her getting lonely, and every time she had the same reply. 

“I’m waiting for my parents to come. And I’ve got you two- my angels.”

One day Castiel and Kelly sat on the porch of that cottage, staring out across the lake at dawn. Jack had gone down to Earth to collect the wandering souls, those stuck in between. Like Kevin Tran. And he would bring them home.

“You were right, Kelly. You were always right. Jack changed the world.”

“He did.” Kelly smiled. “But we were right, Castiel. Both of us.” 

They held hands and watched the sun rise. 

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Jack was still Jack, despite the changes. He’d gone off in search of Mary Winchester, to make things right, as he said, and promptly threw himself into Castiel’s arms upon his return. They flew around for a while to calm him down, and eventually Jack smiled again. 

Castiel was more than willing to be whatever Jack needed. That was his purpose- to aid in maintaining paradise, and to aid in maintaining Jack. 

He’d never been happier. 

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“I’m leaving,” Jack said. They’d always known it was coming.

Kelly hugged him goodbye, assuring Jack that she’d be waiting for him, and Cas walked him to the part of Heaven that remained free of human souls- the Lobby, as it had been dubbed. The throne had been removed, and in its place was a list. A list that always grew, of every soul admitted to Heaven. He let an anxious eye linger on the W column each time he passed by. 

“Where will you go?” Castiel asked. 

“I don’t know yet,” Jack answered. “But Amara says she’ll take me to see space. Like Star Wars, Cas!” 

“Well, I bet you’ll enjoy that.”

Jack nodded, his eyes earnest. “I will.” 

Castiel nodded back, feeling as if there were a knot inside him. Everything about this was bittersweet, pride dancing with sorrow in his heart. It was, he supposed, how every parent felt watching their child start a new chapter. 

“Cas.” Jack settled a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be back. You don’t have to worry.”

“I know. I just- I’ll miss you, Jack.” 

“I know. Me too.” Jack tucked himself into Castiel’s arms, burying his face in his shoulder. Cas just held him for a while, feeling the thrum of Jack’s grace and the effervescence of his soul. 

They pulled apart. 

“Bye, Cas,” Jack said, hand raised in a wave. 

“Goodbye, Jack.” 

And he was off. Absent from here, yes, but he was around, and he would be back. And really, what was a few decades when you had eternity?

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Castiel had tried to lead Heaven before, and he’d failed each time he tried. Now, though- now, the people were happy. Cas still visited Kelly, and he visited Mary and Bobby and the Harvelles and even found that the remaining angels were starting to open up to him again. When Jack got back, Cas would have to ask him about bringing more angels back from the Empty. Balthazar, Hannah, Samandriel, Gabriel… what he wouldn’t give to see them again. 

He took a page out of Jack’s book, and hoping to have an inkling of Jack’s courage, found the Novaks. He’d known forgiveness was impossible, but at least he’d said his piece. 

Then, one fateful day, a new name appeared on the list:

Dean Winchester.

And Castiel watched, waiting for Sam’s name to join it, but it didn’t. It wouldn’t for years. 

And somehow, he knew that was alright. 

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The decades passed, and Castiel waited. He waited for Sam’s name, and he waited for Jack’s return. 

Sometimes he could hear Sam praying. It varied, the things he’d say. Sometimes he just prayed to Jack, and the only reason Cas heard was because he happened to be standing in the Lobby. He was glad to know Sam was happy, and living a good, quiet life. Like he deserved.

Hey, Jack. Cas. Dean. I hope you guys are okay. I’m just- I’m really missing you. I love you.

Eileen and I got married today. I didn’t have a best man, I just couldn’t- yeah. It was a little offbeat and quiet, but it suited us, you know? Anyway. I love you guys. 

I have a kid. I have a baby, and he’s- you’d all love him. I wish you’d gotten to be a big brother, Jack. You would have loved it.

Hey, Cas- Dean Jr. loves PB&J. It, uh- it makes me think of you. I miss you, buddy.

Jody passed. Bad hunt. I feel like you guys should know. I hope you’re taking good care of her up there, Jack. She deserves it. 

Dean started middle school today, and I can’t believe it. Time goes by so damn fast, doesn’t it? But I, uh. I still miss you. Love you guys.

Claire and Kaia are engaged. Dean Jr’s gonna be the ring bearer. He’s so excited. 

Jack- happy tenth, bud. Double digits is a big deal. I miss you. 

I never thought I’d be an attendee at Sam and Castiel Fitzgerald’s grad party, but here I am. Garth insisted. Eileen got to skip out because Dean’s got a school thing this weekend, but man, are they missing some good stuff. Garth throws a killer party. Who knew?

Eileen- she’s, um. She’s sick. I just- if you’ve got a miracle in you, Jack.. I know it’s probably a lost cause. But I don’t want Dean to lose his mom. And I can’t- I just can’t. Not again.

I love you, Eileen. Give your brother-in-law a big hug for me, okay?

Dean graduated from Stanford today. I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder. 

Happy 65th, old man. I miss you, jerk. 

I think I’ll be seeing you soon, Dean. Hopefully you too, Jack. Cas- I don’t really know where you are, but I hope I’ll get to see you too. 

I love you. Jack- make sure my son’s okay. Watch out for him, okay buddy? And keep doing great. You got this. Thank you- thanks for my life.

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Castiel watched as the name he’d been waiting for joined the list, after all this time. And he sent up a prayer of his own. 

When Jack came back, as Cas knew he would, they had some family to visit.

[jamesashtonisbae]

You and Me and the Big Blue Sea

Word Count: 6720 (no freaking way this started as 3,000 words and is now this freaking long

Book: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: Aditya Bharad x MC (Alyssa Febrey)

Rating: Mature (ish)

Warnings: Language, allusions to sexual content

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry studios. 

Author’s Note: This is so stinking long! I don't know how this happened! I haven't wanted to write for a long time, but I just thought Aditya was a cutie and wouldn't it be nice if MC could just date him in TNA. I am not loving Sam Dalton right now, but I did try not to be super cruel to him. I did run through and edit this, but I'm going through an emotional time at work so it's possible that it's bad. The ending was hard for me, because I wanted it to be a happy ending and I thought making it epilogue-ish was how to do that. Maybe I'll explore some of the in-between that I didn't dive into that fully. Thank you to anyone who reads!

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Aditya had spent the entire evening watching Alyssa Febrey. She stepped out in a sinful, skintight dress that was more visually appealing than the whole of the Casino de Monte Carlo. He surely lost thousands of dollars that night, but he would never know because he was just looking at her. He watched as she was joined by Sofia, their boss, and Sam Dalton, their boss boss. Sam Dalton clearly noticed what Aditya had, that Alyssa was the most beautiful woman in the entire building. He watched as Sam tried to touch her, discreetly. He also saw Alyssa twist her face from one of annoyance into a kind smile each time he did.

Aditya had admired Alyssa from afar for a while now and he could say with confidence that she was seeing Sam Dalton. He could also say with confidence that she was unhappy with Sam Dalton.

He and Alyssa ate lunch together every day. He would see her get a call from Sam on her watch and lately, she’d been declining it instead of leaving to see Sam as she had at the beginning. Maybe it was because of something Sam had done, or maybe she just wasn’t feeling it anymore. Aditya didn’t know for sure.

After watching them for a long time, he decided it was pathetic to be pining after this young woman, fresh out of grad school, who was immensely talented and capable and undoubtedly the most intelligent person in their division. She had saved the expo today by thinking on her feet and being the most charming person in the room. Even though she was drawing him to her like a magnet, he knew he needed to stop staring at her like a loser.

He noticed that Sam had slipped a room key into her hand and that she was now waiting to go join him. And Aditya didn’t want to be the chump who didn’t get to be with her and watched her with another guy, but he had to talk to her. He gulped down another shot and took his liquid courage over to see the girl he’d been thinking about all day.

“Hello Alyssa,” he said softly to get her to turn towards him.

She turned and her frown lit up into a grin when she saw him, “Addy!” She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “Today was amazing, wasn’t it? I can’t believe how well it went for us!”

“How well it went for you, you mean. You saved us out there, Lyss.”

“I don’t know about that, but thank you. It was exhilarating to talk about our idea with people who can actually make it happen and use it to make the world a better place.”

“It was. You did a great job presenting. I would have been so nervous about having that responsibility on my shoulders. You’re great with people.”

“Aw, Ads, you are too! I know you would have done a great job with it, too.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t have.”

The way she was looking at him had him believing her though. Her eyes were lit up in a way he hadn’t seen the whole time she’d been at the casino. She was leaning in towards him, looking into his eyes, smiling brightly.

“So, you doing anything fun tonight?” she asked.

“I wasn’t planning on much. I thought I might take a walk down to the docks since I haven’t done any working out since I’ve been here. Or sightseeing, we just have been stuck in here dealing with the expo.”

She sat there for a second, contemplating, “Can I come with you?”

. . .

Alyssa had been feeling alone lately. That is until she met Aditya at work. Where all Sam wanted from her was to have sex, Aditya was interested in talking to her and getting to know her. Sure, she liked having sex, but she wanted more from someone she was pursuing a real relationship with. She wanted to feel like she was friends with the person she was with, not just white-hot lust. She didn’t have that with Sam.

Aditya was filling that gap. And sure, the grass wasn’t always greener on the other side. But as she’d been getting to know Aditya, she was realizing that there were romantic feelings there. They hadn’t so much as flirted, but she was crushing on him hard. There were just lunch and work conversations and many long hours of working closely together and somewhere along the way, she realized that she liked him a lot. And she’d given Sam chances to be what she was looking for, she had told him she needed to not feel like a booty call and to be treated like she was a person he actually loved. Still, he only ever called or texted to sext or to set up a time to have sex. He didn’t listen to her. And she was absolutely exhausted trying to make it work.

Alyssa knew she had a lot to offer and she knew what she was worth. Which was why she was done sitting around. She texted Sam that she wouldn’t be joining him, then followed Aditya out of the casino.

“Go slow, because I can’t move that fast in these shoes.”

“Do you need some help?” he asked, offering his arm for her.

“Thank you, Aditya,” she said, hooking her hand in the crook of his arm. Being close to this man was making her stomach flip in a way it hadn’t in years. She wondered if she would work up the courage to say anything to him yet.

“So, I haven’t been able to help but notice that you and Sam Dalton seem closer than former nanny and employer,” he started as they walked slowly down the sidewalk to the docks.

“What an astute scientific observation, Mr. Bharad.”

“And would it be the type of relationship where I would get fired for taking a walk arm in arm with you on a beautiful night in a foreign country?”

Alyssa laughed, “Please, I don’t think Sam cares about me unless I’m in a bedroom.”

Aditya stopped and turned to look at her with a heartbroken gaze, “Well, he’s an idiot.”

Alyssa returned it for a moment, then looked away sheepishly, “Yes, he is.”

“So you’re not going to use that room key in your purse?” he asked, cringing that he asked that question.

“I texted him that I wasn’t coming.”

Aditya was in shock. He couldn’t believe she had decided to hang out with him over billionaire Sam Dalton, “Has he replied?”

“I muted him.”

“Ouch.”

“Well maybe he should’ve thought of that back when I told him I was tired of feeling like a booty call and I wanted to feel valued, and then he kept just trying to have sex with me and not actually do couple things,” she didn’t want to admit how stupid she actually was. She couldn’t believe she had actually thought something serious could happen with Sam.

“So is he your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend in public or in private,” it was the most honest thing she had admitted about Sam. She wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers. She didn’t think she’d ever said anything that brash about Sam.

“Oh.”

“I feel a little stupid about it actually.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do. I let this guy tell me that I’m pretty and smart and then didn’t even stop to think about if the relationship was actually good for me. He didn’t even have to do anything to get me, I just followed after him like a little puppy dog. And I’ve never gotten anything back except for him leaving his fiancee who cheated on him and it was exposed in front of all the guests at his rehearsal dinner.”

“You deserve better than that, Alyssa.”

“I know I do,” she said, knowing she did in her heart, hoping that she was maybe standing in front of her “better” right now.

“You’re so confident, Alyssa. I don’t know what has happened with you and Sam, but I know you to be a confident woman who knows what she wants,” Aditya was hopeful that she would be confident and tell him if she felt something for him because his confidence was dwindling with all of the Sam talk. He thought she’d realize they had good times together and go back to him. His window was dwindling. He wanted her so badly, just to hold her hand and talk to her and buy her lunch and flowers and follow her around while she was shopping and research next to each other on the couch and eventually fall in love and get married and have children. All he wanted was a shot. He had one but he thought it had already passed.

“I think I’m learning what I want,” she said after a few moments of silence. She was standing there with a man she really liked and who had always put her first. He was so kind to her, always helping her when she was still figuring out her way around the lab, eating lunches with her so she wouldn’t have to go on her own, bringing in coffee for everyone but getting her the fancy latte she liked instead of just a regular coffee with sugar and cream. She could not have asked him to be a better guy. He was so sweet.

“What do you want?” he asked. They had reached the docks and were now strolling to the end to look out at the water. It was a beautiful night, maybe a bit chilly. Alyssa shivered and Aditya shifted to wrap his arm around her. At that, Alyssa turned so she was completely in his arms.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, “I want you,” and with that, decisively pressed her lips to his. He secured her in his arms tightly, pulling her tiny body to his almost aggressively. She smiled into his lips, running her hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. He ran his hands over the silky back of her dress, holding onto her bare skin when his hands moved up her back. She lost herself in the feeling of Aditya’s lips on hers. She’d wanted to be kissed like this for so long. Like the other person was desperate for her. Like she was all he wanted and all he needed. The way his hand gripped her back, gently but intentionally, made her knees weak. And she realized she hadn’t kissed like this for a long time. She was desperate for him. She wanted him and she needed him. He was as necessary as the salty air she was breathing. If not more. The kiss ignited feelings that had been brewing for a long time. All she could think about now was him.

He stopped kissing her to look into her eyes. He looked at her like she hung the moon. She smiled up at him and said, “That was perfect.”

“I wholeheartedly agree,” he said, wrapping her up into another perfect kiss.

They stood at the edge of the dock, holding hands and chatting almost all night. They talked about work, more than just the expo that day, but their hopes and dreams for environmental innovation. She’d never enjoyed conversations like this with a guy before. He didn’t talk down to her or assume she didn’t know what he was saying.

They could have talked about it for hours, but eventually, they moved on to family. He had two loving parents who had emigrated from India to give him and his four brothers and two sisters a life in America. They had expected him to be a doctor, but he had insisted on becoming an environmental engineer. In the end, they were proud of their third child. They lived in Boston, Massachusetts, and hadn’t loved everything about America, but were huge Red Sox fans and bought season tickets every year. Secretly, she hoped she’d be able to join them sometime. When she was at MIT she loved going to Red Sox games and if things went well with Aditya, maybe she would actually get to join them realistically.

She told him about her parents, who loved their only daughter with all their hearts. They lived in a small town in upstate New York and took all of their vacations to visit her, whether she was at MIT or living in the Big Apple. Her parents were German and they loved to cook German cuisine for fun and would invite anyone to join them. Her dad also loved to fish on the quiet lake their house sat on.

They talked about music, and art, and their favorite restaurants and movies and tv shows and what they thought about the books they were reading and how they saw the world and what they thought about politics and taxes and British imperialism and anything and everything until it was well into the early hours of the morning.

Eventually, she could feel her feet growing numb. Sore, she could deal with. Numb was a completely different story. She started shifting her feet a lot, and Aditya noticed.

“You can take those off you know,” he said.

“No, a lady never takes off her shoes until the end of the night,” she joked, drawing a quick laugh from her handsome companion.

“Well then, I’ll carry you,” he offered.

“You’ll carry me?”

He nodded, reaching down under her knees and lifting her up into his arms, “Ads! What are you doing?”

He laughed and kissed her gently on the cheek, “I’m carrying you. Your feet hurt and I’m a gentleman so I’m carrying you back to your room.”

The two of them giggled the entire way back to her room, which was conveniently on the same floor as his. When they arrived, he set her down on her feet, then leaned down and met her in a final kiss.

“I want to spend every moment with you, Alyssa. But I want to prove that I want more than something physical with you,” he whispered against her lips as she started tugging him closer to her. It was obvious what they both wanted, but he was committed to not being Sam. He wanted to show her that he wanted more with her. Because boy did he want more with her. He wanted to visit her parent’s cabin in upstate New York and go fishing with her dad and learn to make schnitzel in the kitchen with her mom. He wanted to sit in front of the warm fireplace with her, reading books and talking and kissing.

“You can come in, I’ll still believe you want more,” she looked up with him, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. “I promise.”

“If I come in, it will just be for a drink.”

“Oh of course. Just a drink,” she smirked, wrapping a hand behind his neck, curling her fingers into his hair to pull him down into a kiss. He went into the kiss willingly. They were ramping it up to more when there was a shout from the end of the hall.

“What the fuck is this?” Sam exclaimed from the end of the hallway, hands on his hips. Alyssa had never seen him looking so angry. She knew why, she had her hand tangled in another man’s hair and her leg was doing that thing where it was hitching up over his hip. It looked bad. But it didn’t matter if it looked bad, it wasn’t bad. She was single.

“Sam, it’s late. These people in this hotel are trying to sleep! Go to bed,” she hissed loudly.

“I’ll pay for their rooms. Who the fuck is this guy and why the fuck is he kissing my girlfriend?” Sam’s intense features were darkening and she genuinely believed he was going to kill Aditya. Genuinely believed it would happen.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Sam,” she said adamantly.

“Like hell, you’re not.”

“We’re not doing this out here,” she thought if she whispered it, he would get the hint and stop yelling.

He seemed to get the hint as he lowered his voice, “Fine, we’ll do this in your room.”

“No, we’re not doing this in my room either. We’re not doing this at all. Go back to your room, Sam,” as soon as she said it, she was done with him. She knew she couldn’t go back to what they’d had, just sex and kissing and occasionally seeing the boys. She still wanted to see the boys, but that was all. She’d be staying in this just to be the next mother to those boys. And she loved them so much, more than she loved most anyone in the world. But that was not enough of a reason to stay in a relationship that was causing her so much pain.

“No,” Sam crossed his arms adamantly.

“She told you to go, man,” Aditya stepped in front of Alyssa. Alyssa leaned her head against his shoulder, holding onto him gently as he stood up for her. She had to hide her grin as the hot guy she had a crush on stood up for her against the billionaire she had been sleeping with. It was a tense situation and if she smiled like a crazy person it would make Sam even angrier.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Someone who cares about Alyssa, and you’re upsetting her. You don’t need to talk to her about this now.”

“And are you going to leave? Or are you going to go into my girlfriend’s room?”

“Last I checked, she’s not your girlfriend.”

“She’s not yours either.”

“I do know that. I don’t go around calling women my girlfriend unless we’ve had an explicit conversation about it and we’re both on the same page. Go back to your room.”

Sam growled, turning on his heel and marching over to the elevator. He waited for a few beats, glaring over at the couple that had been on the verge of happy before he stormed down there, then shook his head and went inside and left. Alyssa sighed in relief, wrapping both arms around Aditya and holding him tightly against her.

He turned around in her arms, tilting her chin so she looked up in his eyes, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “I appreciate you defending me, even if it put your job on the line.”

“I think my job is okay. Sofia doesn’t seem like she takes instructions from Sam Dalton.”

“A valid point,” she replied, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“So, I want to talk to you about this, but I don’t think we should out here. Can I come in, or are you done with people for today?”

“No, you should come in,” she said, a little exhausted at the thought of having to talk about this more. She wanted to talk to Addy about everything, but tonight she just needed to fall asleep with that attractive man next to her. How she would convince him to stay with her, she didn’t know.

He followed her into her room. When she started to take a seat on her bed, he stopped her, “Why don’t you change into something comfortable, and I’ll go back to my room and change too?”

She nodded and he left to change. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and an MIT hoodie. As she waited for him, she curled up on the couch and tugged a blanket over her. She was exhausted by the whole night. It was late and she wanted to sleep but she wanted to assure Aditya that she wasn’t just going to kiss him once and run. A few moments later, Aditya returned and joined her. She sat up a bit and let him take her hands.

“Do you want to talk tonight?” he asked, observing that she was exhausted and didn’t have the capacity to talk about her tumultuous relationship with Sam Dalton that night.

She shook her head, moving over so she was sitting in his lap, “I just want to cuddle up with you.”

“You can cuddle up with me.”

She let him adjust on the couch, moving so they were pressed together completely, holding onto each other tightly. They didn’t say much at all, just enjoying being near each other. She nestled her head into his chest until she couldn’t breathe. It was a delight to be suffocated by being comfortable with this man. And like she could be in his presence and not have to sleep with him for it to be okay for them to be hanging out.

After a long time of cuddling together, Aditya picked her up and took her over to set her down in her bed. She was so happy in his arms. They were so much bigger and stronger than she expected, but they were also cozy and comfortable. So comfortable that the four-second walk to her bed was enough for her to basically fall asleep.

“Good night, Lyssa,” he said, pulling the covers back with one hand, then gently depositing her into the bed.

She snuggled into her covers as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Please stay,” she whispered.

“Lyssa . . .”

“Please, Addy?”

He looked down at the beautiful woman snuggled tightly into her covers. She looked so exhausted that she would probably not remember if he left, but there was no way he was going to deny her anything she asked.

He crawled into the bed from the other side. As soon as he was laying down, Alyssa slid over and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, they just lay together, snuggled up happily. And she was, so happy. It was blissful. She’d spent a while getting to know him, they had built a friendship, they had grown to appreciate and trust each other and then they had developed feelings. It may not have been white-hot at first, but there was a moment when she kissed him before Sam interrupted them. But mostly it was just them being comfortable together. She hadn’t felt this way with a man in years. And after a year of feeling on edge and unsure, it was perfect.

“Goodnight Addy.”

He kissed her forehead gently, “Good night.”

. . .

A few weeks later, Alyssa had ended things with Sam. She had told him it wasn’t working and she knew he had tried, but it still wouldn’t work. She didn’t want to disappoint the boys, so she said she’d be willing to hang out with them if he ever brought them to the office or if they asked he could reach out and plan a time for her to see them. Other than that, she didn’t want to be with him. It broke her heart a tiny bit. In the end, she did believe he loved some part of her.

He was distraught. She had never seen Sam Dalton cry before, but he did when she ended things. It made her cry too. They needed closure, and the conversation gave them closure. It was a little sad, but when she thought of Aditya and being able to pursue a real relationship with him, she suddenly became deliriously happy.

One morning, all those weeks later, she walked into the lab with a smile on her face and an extra scone and coffee in her hand. Aditya always got there early, so she wanted to be there before everyone else. She had a very important question to ask him since they had been seeing each other since Monaco.

They had gone on a few dates here and there but mostly had just seen each other at work. It was clear that they were meaning to get together once she had the official conversation with Sam.

“Hey Ads, sorry to interrupt your early morning,” she strolled over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But, I come bearing breakfast.”

He grinned, looking around to make sure no one else was there, then kissed her lips softly, “Thank you for breakfast. Want to go eat in your office?”

She nodded, “Yeah let’s go.”

They sat in her office, chatting about work and all of the things they had going on that day. Sam had won the competition and was named CEO, but the environmental division had gotten some incredible grants and investments and was successful. Sam promised not to fire her or Aditya and to let Sofia continue running the division.

When the clock struck 8:00, signaling when everyone else, in every other department, would be in, Alyssa popped her question, “Aditya, would you do me the honor of going to HR and becoming my official boyfriend?”

He laughed, reaching over to pull her into a hug, “I would love to.”

“Yeah?” she asked, burying her face in his chest. This man was finally going to be hers, all hers. And in return, she would be all his. Her whole life, she had been waiting to feel this safe and secure, and giddy and excited, and hot and sexy. She finally felt like she found what she was looking for, what everyone was looking for in their life. And wow, was she happy.

“Yeah,” he replied. He couldn’t believe that he was making Alyssa his girlfriend. She had become his best friend over the course of their time working together, but he had felt that spark when he met her. The spark that made him know that even if this incredible woman was only ever going to be his friend, he was going to have to try to make her his girl. He was grateful for her friendship and appreciated her so deeply, but the minute she kissed him, he knew he would not be able to return.

She gave him a gentle kiss that he ramped up into more, pulling her over into his lap. They started making out more passionately than they had ever before. They had proven their commitment to one another and now were ready to step up other areas of their relationship. She couldn’t have been more excited, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through the workday without having this man.

“Alyssa- oh my god! I’m so sorry, umm,” their coworker Charles walked in. He was clearly embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to leave just yet. He wasn’t the only one embarrassed. Aditya looked away and covered his face with his hands. All Alyssa could think about when he did it was how big that man’s hands were and how badly she wanted them back on her.

“Don’t worry Charles, we’re going to HR this morning,” she said, wishing she could just ravage him there instead of having to go to HR at all.

“Oh. Well, good. Um, as you were,” Charles wanted to leave, clearly, but he didn’t make a move to go just yet.

“It’s okay, we’re going to HR now,” Alyssa said.

“Don’t go on my account.”

“No, we’re going. We already decided on it. That’s what all the kissing was about. Probably should have waited,” she said, slipping off of her boyfriend’s lap.

Aditya kept his eyes on the floor as he took her hand as he led her past Charles to take her to the HR office. That was probably why, when they got into the elevator, they didn’t notice that Sam was in there too.

“Oh, hi Sam,” this was the first time she had seen him since they broke up. He had texted her telling her that the boys missed her, so she arranged a time to see them at the park with Jordan. But she hadn’t seen him. He looked good, but she could tell in his eyes that he was sad. Maybe not before they came in the elevator, but since they came in the elevator it was all she could see, that a man she had loved was sad and missing her. But in that moment she knew, she was fully over him.

“Hello, Alyssa. Aditya.”

Alyssa nodded, not noticing that she was still holding Aditya’s hand. Sam noticed and nodded towards them, “So, you two are together?”

Alyssa nodded again, “Yes. We’re going to HR right now.”

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you,” to his credit, he seemed genuine.

“Thank you, Sam,” she said, offering a smile. “And congrats on winning. You deserve this company. And so do the boys.”

He smiled, “They do. I’m glad to have secured their futures from them. If they should want this future of course.”

Alyssa smiled back at him, “Of course. Tell them hello for me.”

“I will.”

They stood awkwardly for a few moments, “Well, this is our floor.”

“Of course. Good luck in there.”

“Thank you,” Alyssa said, leading Aditya out, hand in hand.

After they went to HR and declared their relationship with all the paperwork in the world, there was a bouquet of wildflowers on her desk. Apparently, Aditya had scheduled for them to arrive in the elevator when she was talking to Sam.

“Oh, Addy!” she threw her arms around him and gave him a solid peck on the mouth. “They’re beautiful, thank you!”

“You like them?”

“I love them! They’re perfect!” she said, holding him tightly. It was so nice to be shown affection in public by the person she was dating. The flowers were huge and they were beautiful and they were her favorite kind. She couldn’t remember telling him that she loved wildflower bouquets.

Later that day, he bought her lunch. It was from their favorite bistro that they frequented when they were tired of the cafeteria, but he got her the cookie she always refused to get for herself.

After work, he walked her home, then promised to be back in an hour with a kiss. She got ready for the reservation he had made during the day, at a restaurant she had never told Sam she liked, but that Aditya had figured out without even having to ask. It wasn’t super fancy, but the way this man made her feel made her want to dress up for him. She put on the dress she had worn to the casino in Monaco, the first night they got together.

When he showed up at her apartment, his eyes lit up the way she had hoped they would, “You’re wearing the dress!”

“Is it your favorite dress?” she asked, walking over to him sexily.

“I love everything you wear, but this dress. My god, you look incredible. You look like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he was devouring her with his eyes. She felt so desired.

“Addy,” she whispered, reaching over to cup his face in her hand and guide him into a kiss with her. In that moment, she knew she had never been this blissfully happy in her life. She loved the kinky sex she’d had with Sam, but it was not even close to what she had with Aditya, and she hadn’t had sex with him. He was so committed to proving to her that he wanted her in a way that she hadn’t been wanted before that he held back and didn’t have sex with her. Now that she had a label on it, she was hoping it would happen soon. There were moments where she could hardly stand to keep her hands off the man.

She pulled away and held his hand, “You’re wonderful, you know that, right?”

He laughed, “Just trying to be as good a man as a woman like you deserves.”

“I would be so lucky to deserve how good you are to me,” she reached up and kissed him again. “I’m ready to go, are you?”

He nodded, taking her hand and leading her out to go to dinner. She had a wonderful time, realizing that this was really going to work. They were going to have a really great relationship, she knew it was her happily ever after.

And after dinner, she drew him into her bedroom and had her way with him. He was blown away by her prowess in bed. She knew her way around a man, and she was learning his body at a rapid pace. She adored him and was happy to show it by worshipping his body. While she was the more dominant of the two, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.

He spent the night for the first time. He assumed he would and had brought over a bag so they could go to work together in the morning. As she fell asleep in his arms for the first time since Monaco, she felt truly at peace. Maybe it was the mind blowing sex, maybe it was the kind gestures, maybe it was that cute, kissable face. Whatever it was, she fell asleep comfortably.

That next morning, she made him breakfast in bed. They cuddled and kissed and he wasn’t early for work for the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Alyssa Febrey could be very persuasive.

A month later, when they were going for a stroll after a date, he had something big to tell her. They had stopped walking to admire the water in Central Park, and while Alyssa was gazing out at the water and smiling, Aditya couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Alyssa . . .” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yes?” she replied, looking up at him with hearts in her eyes.

“I love you.”

She smiled at him, that big, wide, brilliant smile. As he was pulled into a kiss, she said the words back to him. They held each other tight until she got too cold to stay out there. He took her back and made literal love to her, showing her what he had told her was true.

After the three little words were uttered, it was time to meet the parents. He brought her to Boston to celebrate Diwali with his family. His mom lent her a kurti to wear, which shocked him. His mother would never have let any of his past girlfriends wear any of her clothes. She also let Alyssa help in the kitchen. Aditya wasn’t even allowed to help cook for a holiday like Diwali. And while Alyssa was not a bad cook by any means, she had no experience with traditional Hindu dishes. His mom loved her and told him every single day that she felt that way. His dad liked her a lot, enough that he planned to take her to a Red Sox game in the spring.

Over the winter holidays, she took him home to meet her parents. He fit in with them so well. Her dad asked him to help him with a whole bunch of home improvement projects for the four days they were there. While she was in the kitchen teaching her mom some of the recipes Mrs. Bharad had taught her, Aditya was out in the living room with her dad laughing and joking as they mounted the new flatscreen on the wall. Her mom caught her smiling to herself as she turned on the stovetop.

“What’s that smile for, little miss?” her mom asked.

Alyssa looked up, blushing, “Just that this could be a preview of the rest of my life.”

“So you think he’s the one?”

She nodded, “Yeah mom, I do think he’s the one.”

Her mom looked over at her with a hint of a tear shining in her eyes, “I think he is too.”

After a year of being boyfriend and girlfriend, Aditya booked a trip for them to Monaco. Alyssa talked to Jenny, and Jenny was convinced he was going to propose back in the place where they had first fallen for each other. Jenny loved Aditya, and so did all of Alyssa’s other friends. They raved about how he treated her and told Alyssa every day that he made them believe there were good men in the world. They also insisted that he was going to propose in Monaco where they’d made their first romantic memories together.

Sure enough, they took a walk down to the very same docks where they first revealed their desires to each other. Alyssa knew her man well, and she’d never seen him this nervous. He had presented prototypes in front of the entire company and had watched the Red Sox win a World Series in seven games. Never this nervous.

“Alyssa,” he started, reaching over to take both of her hands in his and make her face him. “From the minute I met you, I knew you were special. You were so clever and such a quick learner and I thought ‘I need to know more about this woman.’ And as I got to know more about you, I found myself falling more and more for you. And here, in Monaco, I finally got to see that you felt a similar way. And from that moment, I couldn’t look back. I would do anything to be with you, Alyssa. You’re the only woman for me.”

“Aditya . . .”

“Alyssa,” he let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket. He knelt down and pulled out a beautiful emerald-cut diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around him. “Oh my god, Addy, yes, yes, yes!”

Aditya laughed and hugged her tighter, “I love you, Lyss.”

“I love you, Addy.”

He pulled away to give her a kiss, then put the ring on her finger.

“My God, this ring, Addy. It’s so beautiful.”

She let him carry her back to the same hotel, and this time they went to the same room and spent the night in the heavy throes of passion.

After a year and a half, Alyssa and Aditya were married. It was a traditional Hindu wedding and it was beautiful. She had spent the year learning the traditions from Aditya’s parents and family. Although neither she nor Aditya subscribed to any religion, his parents wanted a traditional wedding, so a traditional wedding they had. There were more people there than she had ever anticipated, but she wore a fabulous red wedding saree and it was the most beautiful wedding she had ever seen, although she was a little biased.

And by the end of their lives, they had three beautiful kids and a love that didn’t die. There were ups and downs, there were moments of heartbreak and heartache. They went through the deaths of their parents together, holding each other tight as they confronted the reality of losing the people that meant the most in their life. But before that, they had two of their beautiful children, who got to meet their grandparents and love them dearly. They lost a baby, and it broke them both to the point that they didn’t know if they could keep going. In the end, they realized they had to hang onto each other to make it through this life. They bought a house in Greenwich, spending their quality time together on the drive into the city. They built their own research laboratory that made innovations in environmental science, and built a life they loved. Their third child was a blessing, a miracle after losing one. They made sure their kids had everything they could possibly want. They took them to Monaco when they were old enough to enjoy it to show them where it all began.

It was a life she could not have imagined in her wildest dreams. Neither of them were perfect, but they were wonderful together. They had brilliant chemistry, at work and at home. Their family was beautiful, their lives were rich and full.

Alyssa got to see her children grow up and lead successful lives, with plenty of grandchildren. She couldn’t have imagined, back at the expo in Monaco, that she was going to build a life with that man who was kind enough to walk her down to the docks so she could see the beautiful sea.

[isabelinlove]

Title: A Birthday Surprise

Word count: 1790

Warnings: Mentions of food and alcohol, one very short suggestive line in the first paragraph

Summary: Something very special happened today... you’ll just have to read to find out! >:)

It was the week leading up to Isabel's birthday, and Steve was acting strange. Not in a bad way; as a matter of fact, he was acting nicer than usual (if that was even possible). He was giving her compliments every chance he got, doing all the chores around the house, and in the bedroom... well, let's just say there was no shortage of pleasure. Isabel was enjoying the special treatment, of course, but she couldn't help but wonder if something was going on. So, on Wednesday evening, she decided to ask him about it.

“You know, you've been suspiciously good to me this week,” she said from her place at the table as Steve washed the dishes (a chore that he had refused to let her help him with).

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied, although there was a twinkle in his eye that suggested otherwise.

“I think you do,” she said, crossing her arms and giving him a look.

“Nope. No idea,” he said. “Aren't I always good to you?”

“Well... yes, of course. You're an angel to me. But this feels... different.”

“Hm,” he said, continuing to feign ignorance.

“You're not going away on a mission soon, are you?” she asked. Sometimes Steve gave her extra attention like this before he had to leave for missions where he would be gone for weeks at a time. “Because you can tell me if you are. It's really not a big deal; you're not going to ruin my birthday or anything-”

“Nope. I'm not going anywhere,” he said. Isabel gave him another look. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spoil my girlfriend in the days leading up to her birthday?”

“No. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying it. It just feels like you're up to something else,” she said.

“Well, I'm not. And if I am, you'll have to wait until your birthday to find out,” Steve said. He set down the towel he was using and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and that was the end of that conversation.

**

The next day, Isabel had lunch with Natasha, who was also acting weird. She was usually calm, cool, and collected, but today she seemed almost... giddy. Isabel was almost positive that Natasha's strange behavior was related to Steve's, and it didn't take long for her suspicion to be confirmed.

“So... are you excited for your birthday?” Natasha asked, playfully pointing her straw at Isabel after the waiter brought out their drinks.

“Uh, yeah,” Isabel said. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Natasha replied, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant.

“Mhm. Sure. You're almost as bad at lying as Steve,” Isabel said. Natasha pretended to look offended.

“Hey, I'll have you know that lying was an essential part of my job for many years,” she replied.

“Right. So you're acting suspicious on purpose, then?” Natasha pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key. Isabel sighed. “Alright. So obviously you and Steve are planning some kind of birthday surprise for me. Is anyone else involved?” Natasha remained silent. “Bucky?” Silence. “Sam?” Silence. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But I'm onto you guys.”    

**

On Friday evening, Isabel was leaving the bathroom after a shower when she heard Steve talking on the phone in hushed tones. She moved closer to the living room and realized that he was talking to Bucky about the surprise.

“I don't know, Buck. I'm starting to get nervous about it... But what if she doesn't want to?... You're probably right. But that still won't stop me from worrying about it. What if I end up saying something stupid?... Hey, I'm being serious!... Alright, alright... Yeah, I have it... I sure hope she likes it... I know, but... I just- I want it to be really special. It's what Isabel deserves... Yeah... Yeah, okay... Thanks, Buck.”

As the conversation came to an end, Isabel made her way to the bedroom so Steve wouldn't know that she had been eavesdropping. She still wasn't entirely sure what the surprise was, but it was clear that Steve had put a lot of thought into it, and that was enough for her to know she would love it.  

**  

Finally, it was Saturday, May 1. Isabel's birthday. She awoke to gentle sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains and the smell of bacon and coffee. Several moments later, Steve entered the room, carrying a tray full of food.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he said, gently setting the tray on the bed. “Happy birthday.” He leaned over and kissed her.

“Thanks, Stevie,” she replied, smiling up at him. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

“Of course. Anything for the birthday girl,” he said, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.  

The food was absolutely delicious: waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee just the way Isabel liked it, with milk and “too much sugar” (to put it in Steve's words). It was one of her favorite breakfasts, and the perfect way to start the day.

“So... I'm guessing this wasn't the big surprise, since you make breakfast for me like this almost every weekend,” Isabel said once she was finished.

“Big surprise? I still have no idea what you're talking about,” Steve replied, grinning mischievously.

“Yeah. Sure you don't,” Isabel said, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Come on, why don't you open some of your presents?” Steve said, patting her on the arm. He led her into the living room, where a small stack of gifts was waiting on the coffee table. In addition to that, both the living room and kitchen were decorated with an abundance of colorful balloons and streamers.

“Oh wow,” Isabel said as she examined the decorations. “Is this the surprise?” she asked with a grin, though she knew it wasn't.

“No, but I'm glad it surprised you,” he replied. “I just thought you might like it.”

“I love it,” she replied, beaming. Isabel and Steve sat down on the couch and she began to open her presents. There was a flower necklace, a matching pair of earrings, and three new dresses: a red one, a pink floral one, and a blue gingham one. “They're beautiful, Steve. Thank you,” Isabel said once she had finished opening them. She leaned in and kissed him.  

“You're very welcome,” he replied. “But they'll be more beautiful on you.”

“You are so cheesy,” Isabel said, rolling her eyes and playfully shoving him. She leaned in and gave him another kiss before heading to the bedroom to change.

Isabel decided on the blue gingham dress along with the necklace and earrings, and when she came out of the bedroom Steve was quick to tell her how gorgeous she looked. No matter how cheesy she claimed it was, she never got tired of his compliments.

Since Natasha, Sam, and Bucky would be coming over that evening for a small get-together, Isabel and Steve decided on a quiet, relaxing afternoon. They went for a walk and had a light lunch, then returned to the apartment and listened to some music while getting things ready for the party. Isabel enjoyed every moment of it, but she couldn't stop thinking about what the surprise might be. Since Natasha, Sam, and Bucky were probably all in on it, she assumed it would happen once they arrived.

Natasha, Sam, and Bucky arrived at Isabel and Steve's apartment around 5 that evening. They spent several moments chatting and catching up before Isabel opened the presents from them. She received an eyeshadow palette from Natasha, a box of gourmet cupcakes from Sam, and a bottle of her favorite wine from Bucky. Isabel thanked them all for the gifts and was about to suggest that they play a game when Steve spoke up.

“There's, uh, actually one more present for you,” he said, nervously rubbing his hands together. Natasha, Sam, and Bucky all looked at each other excitedly. Finally, it was time for the surprise.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Isabel asked.

“Wait here, I'll go get it. And, uh, maybe close your eyes.” Isabel followed his instructions as he left the room.

“No peeking!” Sam said.

“Don't worry, I'm not,” Isabel replied, covering her eyes with her hands. “I'm assuming you all know what it is?”

“Maybe,” Natasha said mischievously.

“You'll find out soon enough,” Bucky said.

The wait seemed to last forever. Isabel heard Steve come back into the room, but it was still several moments before she could open her eyes. She heard Bucky and Sam having a whispered argument over something Steve was doing, and she was pretty sure one of them stepped on the other's foot. The argument only stopped when Natasha whisper-shouted “Stop! This isn't about you!” Silence filled the room once more.

“Alright. Open your eyes,” Steve finally said. Isabel did. Steve was kneeling in front of her, holding an open box with a beautiful diamond ring inside. Her eyes widened and her face broke into a huge smile.

“I was going to write a whole speech for this, but, uh, Natasha told me to keep it short, so... here we go. As you know, when we met, I was having a hard time adjusting to the modern world. I didn't understand things and I didn't feel like I fit in, and I didn't think I ever would. Until I met you. You helped me feel at home here, and I'm so, so grateful for you. You've supported me through a lot, and I know it hasn't always been easy, but I want you to know how much I appreciate it. Every day I wake up and think of how lucky I am to have you. Isabel, I love you more than anything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So... will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, of course, Steve! I'd be honored to,” she replied, beaming. He slid the ring onto her finger, then stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace. Sam and Natasha cheered and clapped.

“I told you she'd say yes,” Bucky said, before joining in the clapping himself.

“I hope that was alright for your birthday surprise,” Steve said quietly as they finally began to pull apart from the hug.

“Are you kidding me? That was absolutely perfect,” Isabel replied. The couple leaned in for a kiss, and Natasha, Sam, and Bucky cheered once more.

Tagging: @cosmicselfship , @sacredempressnatlyia (If anyone else wants to be tagged let me know!)

[perahn]

Palliative Nursing

One of my patients died today.

I first met Arthur a couple of months ago. I’m a community and palliative nurse primarily, but I was covering a shift on the ward. He’d been transferred over from another hospital. I never really worked out why, since he was only coming in overnight before being discharged home.

When I came in, his wife Anne was trying to comfort him. He had only received his diagnosis recently – prostate cancer, which had spread to his bones and his brain – and he desperately wanted to go home. He was also frustrated to the point of tears at the way his body had betrayed him. He had been strong and independent, and now he was tired and weak. The struggle to find the words he wanted left long gaps in his speech, and so often neither Anne nor I could help.

He wanted to die. He wanted – he could convey that much – to leave the world ‘with dignity’; if it was time for him to go, he wanted to go. And Anne sat there, and tried to soothe and calm him. He wanted euthanasia, and he could not have it, and I was never sure whether she wanted that for him, or if she wanted to hold onto him as long as she could.

The next time I saw him, he was home again. They’d been in the process of selling their house and downsizing, but Anne cancelled it. So Arthur came home to a warm, sunlit room with an en suite, and they moved their bed down into it. He was a different man when I saw him at home. The words that had deserted him in hospital came more easily, and he smiled, and he could enjoy food again. By about my third or fourth visit – I was seeing him twice a week at that stage, just making sure he had everything he needed to be comfortable at home – he was telling Anne it was a pity all their sons were married and he couldn’t have me in the family.

He had time and support. His daughter Eden moved in for a while; his son and grandchildren live next door. The weather turned warmer, and he sat out in the garden. The family gathered around him, and they took a photo. He was, for the most part, free of pain. You don’t expect that once it gets into the bones, but I am grateful for it.

There is a distance, and there has to be. You aren’t there for every step of the journey, and you come into it as a stranger. Anne woke every time he did, and walked him to the toilet. She coaxed him to eat, helped him use the walker, rubbed ointment into his swelling legs and reminded him to elevate them. She nursed him, and so did Eden. I… stepped in for the other parts. The paperwork. The questions you never think about until someone you love is dying. How do you, and what if, and when, and what do we do about -?

There were changes, last week. Words began to slip away again, and sitting up grew harder. I asked Anne if they wanted a bedside commode for him, so she didn’t have to walk him all the way to the toilet three times a night. She said no, that the exercise was good for him, and they were managing. Then she rang the next day, told me he’d slipped while trying to sit on the toilet, and maybe they’d better have one after all. So my boss Sam and I got one out to their house on Friday. Eden followed me out to the car. She didn’t want to ask in front of Anne, but what needed to happen if, or when, Arthur died? Who did they call, what did they do about his body?

It was a long weekend, and we had the Monday off. Anne rang Tuesday morning. Arthur had significantly deteriorated over the weekend, she told us. She and Eden couldn’t get him up, and they’d been nursing him in bed. His painkillers didn’t seem to be helping as much, because he was restless, turning in bed and plucking at his clothes. My boss covered two of my patients so I could go see Arthur as soon as possible.

Anne was curled up beside him in their bed. Other family members were gathered around, and one of them left the bedside so I could go talk to him. “Here’s Katherine,” Anne said, and Arthur opened his eyes and reached out his hand. He tried to say something as I took and held it. I know he recognised me, even if I couldn’t understand what he wanted to say.

Later I came back with a syringe driver. We use these a lot in palliative care: little machines that very slowly administer a dose into the subcutaneous tissue over 24 hours. Usually, like this one, they’re loaded with morphine, for the pain; midazolam, for agitation and the restlessness that comes over the body in dying; and metoclopramide, for the nausea the morphine can cause. They’re smaller, simpler, and less invasive than an IV line, or repeatedly sticking someone with needles. Arthur didn’t even flinch as I put the first line in, or the second one. The second one is for top-up doses; I used it immediately to give him a loading dose, then taught Eden and her brother how to access it if they needed to give him more pain relief. I left an envelope with the verification of death form at the house.

I left the house not long before seven pm. According to the roster, I’d been supposed to finish at 4:30. That was all right.

The syringe driver runs over 24 hours, but I stopped in to see Arthur and his family around 11am. Arthur was lying on his side. Eden had needed to give him some extra, and so had Anne, but on the whole he’d had a good night, they told me. He didn’t respond this time, although he called out hoarsely a few times. I gave him another top-up, and told Anne I’d be back to change the syringe driver once I’d spoken to the doctor.

I discussed how much top-up Arthur had needed with the doctor, and then one of the other nurses made up the new syringe with me, and my boss covered a patient appointment I had, and I went out to Arthur around 2pm.

Eden was in the front room, continuing to work from home; Anne was on the lounge with a laptop. Arthur had been so peaceful and quiet, she thought she’d get the laundry and a few other things done. Anne and I went in, and she told him I was here to change the medicine, and she’d help him roll over so I could reach. She reached out and touched him, and then she turned to look at me.

“He isn’t-” and she backed away.

I checked the carotid artery.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Anne. “He’s gone.”

And then I held her as she wept.

She was so devastated. She hadn’t been there for him as he died. He’d been alone and she’d been sitting outside, and she hadn’t known.

And it doesn’t matter how many hours she lay beside him, how poorly she slept, half-listening and ready to help the moment he stirred, night after night, the literal around-the-clock nursing she gave him, the long years they lived together. It doesn’t matter how hard, physically and emotionally, it is to support someone you love dying at home, how much she and Eden had gladly sacrificed to give him what he wanted. It doesn’t matter how many people do die alone, waiting for the moment everyone’s back is turned to slip away in privacy. None of that softens the pain, not in a moment like that.

I pray they will eventually.

I got Eden for her, slipped out to the car to get what I needed, and to give them time to themselves.

They had him cuddled between the two of them when I came back, and eventually they chose to leave the room so I could do the necessary things.

I rolled him onto his back, heard the faint groans. Wiped his mouth and crusted eyelids. Removed the lines I’d put in yesterday, straightened his shirt. I was talking to him, every step. It’s just something you find yourself doing. “Sorry, Arthur. I’ve just got to roll you over and get these lines out. I’m sorry if this hurts...”

It’s… not an easy thing, verifying a death. I had thought he was dead the moment I came into the room, and I’d checked for a pulse. Even so, part of you almost refuses to be sure. His hands were so cold, but his throat was still warm. I couldn’t feel a pulse, but maybe that just meant I was doing it wrong (I knew I wasn’t, but what if? What if I had hurt these people so much, and I was wrong, and I had to go tell them he was still alive, and however would they cope with that?) I put a stethoscope to his unmoving chest and listened for a heartbeat, or for breath. I couldn’t hear anything, but I was breathing very loudly myself in my mask – would I hear it? Wasn’t his chest moving, just the tiniest bit? I had to rub his sternum very hard to see if there was any movement away from the stimulus, and I apologised.

Then I lifted his eyelids. ‘Fixed and dilated pupils’ is what the form says, clinical terminology that is accurate as far as it goes. What it means is that you look into those eyes, and they are still and glassy, and the soul behind them is gone.

I could doubt the rest of the tests. Not that one.

I went out, told them I was finished. We talked; I told them what an amazing job they’d done, how proud they should be, all the things that don’t mean anything to them right at the moment, but might later. I stepped into another room to ring the doctor and let her know. I filled out the verification of death form and hid it away in a plain white envelope. Eden rang her brother, and again we went over the final things to be done. Here’s the form. Ring the funeral directors when you’re ready for them to come pick Arthur up. There’s no rush. Call anyone else you think will want to come say goodbye. Give yourselves as much time as you need.

Eden’s brother arrived. She’d sent him a text to come over, but hadn’t wanted to say why. So he came striding in with a cheery ‘hello’, and Eden said ‘He’s gone’, and she choked, and he crumpled. He went softly into the room where Anne was lying beside Arthur, stroking his face and murmuring to him. Too softly; he touched Anne’s arm and she jumped.

Clearly despite herself, Eden laughed.

“I thought for a moment,” Anne said, “that he’d fooled us all. That he was just pretending.”

Which hurt, and still hurts, and I shall remember.

When I left them, it was with the three of them clustered around the bed, the son trying not to cry. They didn’t need me, but I’d drop by in a couple of days if they wanted, I said quietly.

Anne would like that, she told me, and she thanked me for all I’d done. That Arthur had always been glad to see me. “He had his favourite nurse,” she added. “Beautiful Katherine, he said.”

I don’t understand the depth of grace that lets you say something like that in the midst of such terrible grief, but I shall remember that, too.

The last time I made a post a bit like this, I had a little bit of a moral to share. I don’t, this time. I am writing because it helps me process, and I shared it because…well, I still think we need to talk about dying, I suppose, and this is a way to add to the conversation. Because it is such an honour and extraordinary privilege to be a palliative nurse. Because some of you might, like my patients and their families, have questions you don’t know how to ask. Because it touched me, and it might do the same for you. Because love and grief and service to each other are such essential parts of our humanity.

Eternal rest grant unto him, o Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

[grifalinas]

Batter Up (Working Title) (Chapter 2)

-/-

There was a lot of work to do in getting the front room cleared out, mostly moving things back to the stockroom, though some of the equipment boxes were set in one corner of the kitchen to be attended as soon as it was clean again.

Throughout the day, Samuel and Eddie worked together, first cleaning the kitchen up after Eddie’s disastrous attempt to prove that she could totally be a good baker for the shop!!, just give her a chance to show it!!, and then getting the equipment unboxed and set up. Samuel wouldn’t let Eddie do any of the hookup, once again citing her age and the potential liability if she were to get hurt.

Flint and Radley could hear snatches of their conversation when they passed through the kitchen from front room to stock room and back, exchanging fond looks over Eddie’s endless chatter and Samuel’s low timber when he responded, almost always prompting Eddie into another string of breathless, run-on sentences.

Raphael stopped by the shop late that evening to witness the two signing their contract, and once that was done it was time to call it a night; they all went their separate ways, Flint turning down Samuel’s offer of a ride when he found out the three Meadows (and Jock) were on foot.

“It’s just a few blocks, no big deal,” Flint assured his new partner, waving him away as they headed out into the night.

Raphael walked part of the way with them, having parked in the carpark a little down the road; while Radley and Eddie chattered and compared notes on- what else- the newest addition to their circle, Raphael fell back, Flint falling into step beside her to talk.

“So what do you think of Samuel?” Raphael asked, once she was sure the kids weren’t paying attention.

Flint just groaned in response, long and drawn out. Raphael chuckled and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. He’s straight.”

“Seriously?! A man that beautiful practically lands in my lap and I haven’t even got a chance? What kinda monkey’s paw bullshit is that?”

This got another laugh out of his friend. “This dry spell is really getting to you, isn’t it?”

Flint waved that away. “It’s the kids, you know? With Les out of town for the foreseeable future I don’t really have a chance to go out on the pull, and I’m not bringing some drunk rando back to my apartment while they’re around anyway.”

“Well it’s probably for the best, honestly. You shouldn’t go mixing business and pleasure. You and Samuel will be a much better working partnership if you don’t muddy the waters with a sexual liaison.”

“Eh, I guess. Seriously though, how is he single? Straight women have taste too, they must have noticed how gorgeous he is?”

“He was married up until a year ago, actually.”

“Divorced or widowed?”

“Divorced. Between that and the accident, I imagine he hasn’t had much time to start dating again.”

“He has a daughter~” Eddie chirped, falling back enough to hear the tail end of their conversation. “He told me while we were scrubbing. Her name is Rosie and she’s my age and he’s going to take me to meet her and we’re going to be best friends.”

“Oh yeah?” Flint tossed an arm around her shoulders and ruffled her hair just to be irritating. “And if you don’t hit it off?”

“Mr. Bassington says Rosie doesn’t have many friends. So I’m thinking her standards are probably gonna be pretty low, and I can sneak in under the radar.”

“You and Rosie are going to get along very well, I think,” Raphael said. “In fact you might be just the sort of friend she needs.”

“What’s she like?” Eddie asked, as the group came to a stop at Raphael’s motorcycle.

“A little reserved. She’s been a bit sheltered all her life, but she’s a sweet girl- she just needs a little socialization. I’m sure she’ll like you just fine, low standards or not.”

Radley had been silent throughout this conversation, so once they’d parted ways with Raphael and were on their way to the apartment, Flint said, “So what do you think of Sam, then?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. When you were giving him his tour it felt like there wasn’t anything right about any of the work we’d done so far, and no consideration that we’ve only been at it a few days or a note that we did get the kitchen cleaned up and set up in that time. And he kept giving orders- you know, saying what we couldn’t do? You’re supposed to be partners but he’s already taking over.”

Flint nodded. That was about what he’d been thinking too, though he was willing to give Samuel time to grow on him. After all, he’d needed him for exactly that.

“Isn’t that what Uncle Flint hired him for though?” Eddie said, echoing Flint’s thoughts. “He was just doing his job.”

“What do you think of him?” Flint asked. “You were the one working with him all day. What kind of impression did he give you?”

“I like him! He’s really nice, he was super impressed when I told him about Jock winning the red ribbon at the dog park show last month and he didn’t even think it was a little disappointing that he didn’t win blue because second place is still extremely respectable and it just means that the dog who did win blue must be super impressive. And then he said that not getting first just meant that Jock and I still had plenty of room to grow and he was sure we’d do even better next time assuming there would be a next time because it’d be super okay if we decided not to do another dog show because of course things like that should only be done if they’re fun and if they’re not fun then we shouldn’t worry about them because Jock is only a pet dog anyway so he doesn’t need any kind of best in show ribbon to be a good boy.”

“If he didn’t run off after spending a day with this chatterbox, I think he’s worth the look-in,” Flint said, fluffing Eddie’s hair again. “His contract’s a two month trial period, by then we’ll know whether he’s a good fit for us and if he doesn’t work out, we won’t be stuck with him for too long.”

“If he doesn’t work out I can still be friends with Rosie though right?”

“Don’t you have any kind of loyalty?”

“I’m going to be loyal to Rosie, I think. I want her to like me.”

“You haven’t even met her yet.”

“Yeah but Mr. Bassington says she likes the Vampire Mummy Werewolf and Shark Teens and Cobalt and Crimson same as I do and she likes dogs and bunnies same as I do and she likes eighties rock and space stuff and museums same as I do and she likes to sew and paint and play the piano and I can’t do any of those things so I think probably we’ll get along really well cause I bet she’ll be interested in stuff I can do that she can’t and he says she can’t bake either so maybe we can learn how to bake together! And be best friends!”

She came to a halt and struck a pose that said, in flashing neon letters, ‘So THERE’. They’d reached their building while she talked; she fell silent when Flint fished his key out of his pocket to buzz them in, but no sooner were they in the elevator than she started up again.

“Uncle Flint, did I hear you say you think Mr. Bassington is handsome?”

“Handsome’s a word for it,” Flint growled. “Yes, I think he’s handsome, which is a crime, cause Raph says he’s straight.” He sighed. “What a waste of a good ass.”

“Dad says you’re not supposed to say stuff like that to us,” Radley reminded him.

“You’re seventeen, you’re old enough to hear swearwords. Just don’t repeat them,” he added belatedly. “Otherwise your dad will kick my ass.”

“I think it’s more because you’re implying the existence of sex as more than just a nebulous thing outside of our reach as teenagers, who we all know are completely unaware of anything pertaining to sex and definitely don’t have sexual thoughts of their own,” Eddie chimed in.

“Oh yeah?” Flint teased. “You haven’t been having sexual thoughts, surely? You, a teenage girl? Perish the thought.”

“Tch, please.” She scoffed and disappeared into the room she shared with her brother when they stayed with Flint, waving a dismissive hand at him while Flint stared after her. He looked to Radley.

“...she’s not sexually active, is she?”

“No, but she’s written a lot of smut fanfiction.”

“Is it any good?”

“It was written by a sexually inactive fifteen year old exploring her sexuality through a safe outlet. Of course it’s not any good.”

-/-

In her room, Eddie was looking very seriously over the selection of comic books she’d brought with her while she was staying with her uncle- not her entire collection, that was at home- and trying to decide which ones that Mr. Bassington hadn’t said Rosie was into that she could potentially interest her in.

She really wanted Rosie to like her. She couldn’t explain why; she had, as her uncle had pointed out, never met the girl, but her father had made her sound like the most amazing girl in the world, and Raphael had said she didn’t have many friends, and since Eddie didn’t have many friends either, it sounded like a match made in heaven.

It wasn’t enough to make Rosie like her; she wanted them to be best best best friends.

(Deep down in her heart, she knew this probably had to do with her own best friend drifting away from her. There was a gap in her soul that only a best friend could fill. But she wasn’t ready yet to process that, so she buried it and set herself to the task of speculating about what Rosie would be like.)

-/-

[saxxxology]

THE CURSED - Ch.3

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~3300

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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Y/N’s scent was starting to get to Sam; he hadn’t smelled an Omega that tantalizing in three years. It was rare that an Alpha took notice of an Omega after losing one, but as they traipsed down the road, Sam wondered for the millionth time if maybe he might have found another Omega to claim… he hadn’t felt the need in a long, long time.

No. She’s meant for another. You can’t.

But just as the sun rose above, the early morning light bathing their backs and freeing them from the night’s chill, Y/N doubled over in pain, falling to her knees in the center of the road. Pala jerked on her rope and whinnied before nudging Y/N’s side as the girl grabbed at her lower belly, fingers splayed wide over the fabric of her bodice.

“Y/N!” Sam fell to his knees beside her, a hand on her shoulder as he tried to get her to straighten up. Then her scent slammed into him with the force of a charging horse.

Dean smelled her as well, but didn’t suffer the same effect as his brother. “She’s in heat,” he said roughly. “Come on, we need to move faster if we’re going to make it.”

Sam stepped back, trying to hide the trembling in his body as Dean lifted Y/N into his arms and helped her into Shadow’s empty saddle. She groaned and curled her fingers in the horse’s mane.

“It hurts,” she whimpered, tears already brimming in her eyes.

“I know, I know.” Dean picked up the pack she had been carrying and fastened it to the saddle. “How long have you been in pain? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Y/N shook her head. “Since last night, but I’ve never felt a heat this strong before, I’ve never been allowed around Alphas… ahh!”

She doubled over again with a cry, and Dean shot his brother a look. He could tell Sam was barely restraining himself, but they had a mission; get the girl to the wedding, stay for that, and return home. If Sam acted on his impulses and claimed her, the punishment for his crime would be horrible.

So they trudged on, traveling over a range of hills before coming to rest in a group of trees well away from the road. They tethered Pala to a thinner tree and pulled the saddle and packs from both horses. They set up their shelters in a ring of trees just as the sun began to dip over the horizon and Dean built a fire, using two sticks to support strips of meat from a couple rabbits Sam had shot earlier as Y/N busied herself with plucking the stems from the wild berries they’d collected earlier. Her cramps had gotten so painful she was constantly on the verge of emptying her stomach, but Dean forced her to drink and kept a linen sheet soaked in water wrapped around her shoulders in order to keep her fever at bay.

They ate in mostly silence. The only sounds were the chirping of crickets and the wind whistling through the tall trees and the rippling of muscle as the two men ripped the still-sizzling meat apart. Sam ate in an attempt to distract himself from the primal ache in his gut, and Y/N barely ate at all. Afterwards, the brothers washed their hands and faces in a nearby stream while Y/N situated herself in their tent. Dean, who knew all too well what Sam was feeling, took the opportunity to speak to him.

“It would be wrong,” he said quietly.

Sam glanced over at him. “What are you saying?”

“If you claimed her, it would be wrong,” Dean muttered. “She’ll have her Beta in two more days, she can survive this.”

Sam shook his head. “If she survives the next two days and is satisfied by a Beta,” he scoffed as if offended by the term, “I will be impressed.”

Dean noted his brother’s assertive body language and knew exactly what Sam was contemplating. “Don’t. What she needs is to marry her Beta and be with him—”

“No, what she needs is an Alpha!” Sam growled, “not some stinking, useless Beta who can’t give her the satisfaction she needs.” He sighed and shifted, looking back towards the camp. “I should never have come on this journey.”

“Why?”

Sam inhaled slowly and pointedly said, “bad timing.”

“You—” Dean folded his arms, “your rut?”

Sam nodded. “I can feel it coming. If I lose control around her…”

“Brother, she’s barely of age—”

“And children are wedded all the time,” Sam interrupted. “She’s eighteen, older than most. And I would claim her if I could,” he affirmed with confidence. “I’m better, stronger than the man her family wants her to marry.”

Dean scoffed. “You’ve never met him.”

“He won’t be right for her.” Sam growled, turning and stalking through the trees towards the slowly dying campfire. “I’m going to sleep. The sooner this mission is over, the better.”

***

The next morning, Y/N’s heat had gotten even worse. She’d tossed and turned all night, practically weeping with the pain, and the scent of her heat made its way to Sam. More than once he fought the urge to take her right there, two feet away from where his brother lay fast asleep. And all those times he told himself that it would be wrong.

But Y/N was young, at her most fertile, and Sam was beginning to fantasize about claiming her, knotting her throughout her heat and seeing her grow round with child… his child. If he could, he’d impregnate her over and over again, building a family bigger than he could ever dream of.

The next evening they found another tavern. Upon seeing Y/N’s condition, the old innkeeper took pity and allowed them to stay in two adjoining rooms upstairs. Dean kept busy with wrapping the feverish Omega in cool towels and making her drink her special tea to ease the cramps.

Sam remained in an adjoining room, picking the twigs and burrs from his fur cloak in an attempt to distract himself from the ache of his rut, which was nearly in full swing. His balls were full and heavy, practically begging for release even though he’d already snuck off to the private bathroom twice to ‘relieve’ himself. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knotted an Omega, and there was one lying ten feet away, in heat and ready for him. Dean had gone downstairs to fetch food and water, and when he announced that he was going to retire for the night, Sam knew it was only a matter of minutes before he could make his move.

Soon after Dean’s soft snores filled the room, he quietly turned the knob of the door that separated their rooms.

Y/N lay naked on top of the blanket, her body covered in sweat. Her slick glistened on her inner thighs, and her trembling fingers were anxiously pressing at her belly, trying to soothe the cramps that were only getting worse by the second. Her scent engulfed him, and once again he felt himself harden almost painfully. It appeared that his scent had affected her too, as she arched up off the blanket, eyes flying wide open.

“Sam—”

“You need me.” He muttered stiffly. “You won’t survive another two days like this, it’s killing you.”

She exhaled heavily, chest heaving as she sucked in another breath of frigid air. “Please, Sam, don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you.” Sam growled as another wave of her scent washed over him. “Y/N, you know exactly what you want. Just ask and I will help you.”

“I n-need…” Y/N hissed and pressed at her belly again. “I need it, Sam.”

With a growl, Sam moved closer. “I know you need it. Do you want it?”

She looked torn between refusing and giving in. Finally, she made her decision.

“Yes.”

The second the word left her mouth he was on top of her and laying a harsh, bruising kiss on her lips. Her teeth bit at his lower lip, and Sam felt his cock throb eagerly in his pants at the pain.

At the best of times, Sam was kind, sweet, and understanding. But this acknowledgment of their bond, what they both needed in that moment, had flipped a switch. They were about to cross a line that they knew was wrong, immoral, and neither of them cared.

She gripped him tight, legs wrapping up around his waist as her hands tugged at his shirt, threatening to rip the already worn-out cotton. A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back to help her pull it up, exposing his firm, chiseled chest. Y/N skimmed her fingers over his skin, feeling every last ripple of muscle and scar that covered his body. Without hesitating, Sam crawled down her body, caressing her skin until he was able to shove her legs apart and bury his lips between her thighs. She was bare, and he pressed a quick kiss to each lip of her pussy before turning his attention to the most sensitive piece of her.

Y/N had never felt anything remotely close to that before. She writhed on the thin mattress, mouth open in a silent scream as Sam licked and sucked at her sex. "Sa-Sam…!”

He promptly shoved slid two fingers inside her and began roughly pumping back and forth, searching for her sweet spot. She cried out against the palm of her hand as her toes curled, her core fluttering and clenching around the Alpha's long, nimble fingers.

"I'm—" she never got to finish her sentence. With a harsh suck of her clit, Sam sent her over the edge, growling possessively as her slick trickled over his hand. He worked her through it, fighting the urge to ruin his pants before he could properly knot her. When she was simply a whimpering mess, he crawled up and knelt between her shaking legs.

"Sam, please," she was literally sobbing with need now, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Please, Alpha, I need you."

"I know," Sam reached down and wrenched the tie of his pants open, allowing his length to spring free and into his waiting hand. He used the arousal that coated his fingers to slick himself before notching himself at her opening. He expected her to buck her hips away at the feeling of him there, but she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close, scratching at his arms and emitting quiet, needy moans.

“Alpha,” tears brimmed in her eyes as she begged for him. “Please, I—”

Sam silenced her with a kiss. “Quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

She whimpered against his mouth as he ran his length through her folds, coating himself in her slick. When he began to press into her, she flinched, nails digging into his shoulders as she gasped out in surprise. He stopped, looking down at her with nothing but lust coursing through him. “I forgot… you’ve never been with a man before."

“No,” she whispered, “but I don’t care, I just want you…”

He assured himself that he could knot her without claiming her. He had just enough restraint to take comfort in that.

When he began to push into her, past that thin barrier of her maidenhood, he felt her walls flutter and clench around him as her legs shook around his waist. She cried out against his mouth and scratched at his back as he pushed deeper inside her, reveling in the warm, soft wetness of her womanhood around him. She was better than he’d imagined, tighter, softer, warmer.

The perfect Omega for him.

Y/N was surprised at how easy it was, how, after the initial shock and burn of his entry, Sam just pushed inside and seated himself there, resting heavy and thick. Other women, including her own mother and handmaiden, had warned her about the pain, about how it hurt for so long, how virgins always bled and fought… but then she realized that there was no way it would ever hurt, no way she would ever bleed or have to fight the Alpha off.

She was supposed to be with Sam.

And she was all that mattered to him.

On Sam’s first thrust, she nearly cried out in pleasure. He clapped a hand over her mouth and dug his knees into the thin mattress, using it as leverage to push forward again, and he swore she melted around him. His head dropped onto her shoulder as he moved harder, faster, careful to keep the sound of his hips slapping against her as quiet as possible. The little bed rocked on the floor, creaking slightly as they moved in tandem.

He felt her tighten around him and lifted his hips just enough for him to get his other hand between their bodies, rubbing his thumb over her sensitive bud in small, slow circles.

Y/N could barely discern fantasy from reality. The hot, thick length of the Alpha inside of her was more than she could have hoped for, and she clawed at his skin as he filled her over and over and over again, her gasps and cries muffled by his huge hand. Her fingers would never provide the pleasure of him rutting inside her, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she pictured what their bodies must look like together. The room was dark, only lit with moonlight, but as Sam lifted himself up on shaking arms, she glanced down, trying to see where he was entering her.

“Oh,” Sam panted, “God, I need you… need to knot you. Roll over,” he pulled out and helped her move onto her hands and knees before pressing her down against the blankets and thrusting back into her.

It felt even better in this position. Y/N yelped quietly as his length pounded against the perfect spot deep inside her. He was holding her perfectly, both hands on her waist to hold her still as he began moving faster, more urgently. The wet, slick sounds of him inside her filled the room. Sam curled over her, bracing one hand over her shoulder as he kissed the side of her neck hungrily.

Then his hips began to stutter, and she felt a sudden tightness where he was entering her. His knot.

She panicked, trying to pull away and whimpering with sudden fear. Sam went still and kissed her shoulder comfortingly.

"Shh,” he soothed her, “it's okay. I’ve got you."

“It’ll hurt.”

He nodded and dropped his forehead between her shoulders. “Maybe, but only this first time, I swear.”

“Y-you're sure?"

Her voice was wracked with need, but Sam could hear the hesitation. "I promise," he murmured. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Yes, I trust you.”

Sam kissed her again and rolled his hips. They were a long way from just knotting, he thought. This was becoming something a lot more.

“Good,” he whispered, “let me make love to you.”

He slipped one hand down between her thighs and rubbed his fingers over her clit. When her sex throbbed around him, he continued to move. His knot had relaxed during their moment of conversation and he took the opportunity to stroke in and out of her, getting her to peak before edging her away, not letting her cum until he did as well.

Then, when Y/N tightened herself around him and arched her back receptively, Sam lost control. He snapped his hips forward, managing a dozen hard, feral thrusts before he released inside her, his knot swelling rapidly and locking them together. Both of them silently moaned out each other’s names, mixed with gasps and the sounds of Y/N’s whimpering as the tightness between her legs nearly became too much to bear.

At the feeling of his release filling her in thick, warm bursts, Y/N finally fell over the edge, shaking violently as her climax scorched through her, prolonging when Sam brought his hand up and cupped her breast, his fingers teasing the nipple.

When he was at the height of his pleasure, Sam lost the ability to think and allowed his primal instincts to take over. All he wanted to do was make her his forever… the last love he’d ever take.

With a ferocious snarl of the word “mine” he dipped his head and sank his teeth into the back of her neck.

She did cry out then, this time with pain. Nevertheless, her body spasmed as another earth-shattering climax washed over her, and Sam pressed his free hand over her mouth, forcing her to stay quiet. He collapsed on top of her, uselessly bucking his hips in an attempt to fuck himself deeper into her filled cunt. With a breathy moan, he pulled his teeth from her neck and lapped at the bite marks, already feeling them begin to heal under his tongue.

He cursed himself silently, even as the soft moans and contented sighs she emitted threatened to arouse him again. He’d broken his promise to himself that he wouldn’t claim her, that simply knotting her would be enough to relieve them both until they left her at the castle with her groom.

God, have mercy on our souls, he thought.

“Sam...”

The soft pant of his name was enough to alert him to the fact that he was nearly crushing Y/N underneath him, and he slowly turned onto his side, cradling her close so that his knot didn’t tug. “Yes?”

“You—” Y/N’s voice was thick with post-coital bliss, “you claimed me.”

He buried his face in the uninjured crook of her neck and bared his teeth in a mixture of regret and pleasure. He could still taste her blood, hot and coppery on his teeth as he ran his tongue over them. “I’m sorry.”

“Don't apologize,” Y/N murmured. “I… I wanted you to. It was perfect.”

Sam chuckled and nosed affectionately at the curve of her shoulder. His heart was pounding in his chest, cock still hard inside her. “I’m glad. Are you in pain?”

“Not as much as I feared,” Y/N laughed quietly and tilted her hips so that Sam fit more comfortably inside her. However, the feeling of his knot sent a shock of fear through her blood. “I can’t be married.”

“I know.”

“You could be jailed, tortured,” she let her head rest on his arm as he extended it underneath her neck.  “Sam, you could be killed.”

“I know.”

“And you don’t care?”

“Who said anyone will find out that you’ve been knotted?”

“You claimed me.” Y/N brushed her fingers tentatively over the mark, wincing when she felt the already-healed skin under her fingertips.

Sam grimaced. Of course, he was stupid to think that his claim on her would go unnoticed. “Right…” he caressed her skin with a feather-light touch and nipped playfully at her jaw. “What if we never arrived?”

“They’d send a party to find us.”

“Well then,” Sam kissed over her shoulder and reached to fill one palm with her breast, “what if they don’t?”

Y/N sighed and arched herself into his touch. “They might, Sam. And I have to do this for our families. Our marriage is sealing an animosity and without it…"

“I don’t care about that,” Sam growled and pushed his hips forward, making sure Y/N felt him still locked inside her. “I care about you. You’re my Omega now. Mine. Say it.”

Y/N trembled at his words. “I’m yours, Sam.”

“Good.” Sam nuzzled her shoulder and pulled one of the blankets over their still-entwined bodies. “Let’s sleep. We can discuss the situation in the morning.”

She reached down and brushed her fingers over her inner thighs. “I need to clean…”

“Shhh,” Sam brushed his lips over the shell of her ear and splayed his hand out over her lower belly, where his cock and seed were still nestled in her fertile body. “In the morning.”

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The Wedding Singer - Track 2

“White Wedding”

Characters: Dean, Lisa, Sam, Jess, Chuck, Cas, Ellen, Bobby, Charlie, Gabriel

Word Count: 1,222 (including lyrics - italicized below)

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Mentions of Infidelity, Alcohol

A/N: This is the second chapter of an AU SPN Series co-written by myself and @pinknerdpanda entitled The Wedding Singer and is inspired by the movie. We have been working on this for the last few months and are very excited to share it with you. The series tag list is open. If you would like to be added, please send one of us an ask. I made our 80s inspired aesthetic and the series was Masterbeta’d by @wheresthekillswitch.

Track List Track 1: “You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

Track 2: “White Wedding”

One Week Later....

Dean had never given much thought to what his wedding would look like, if he even got married. But standing in the flower garden now, the Edison lights that Lisa had insisted on strung across the small space so that they cast a soft glow over their friends and family, Dean couldn’t have asked for anything more wonderful. He had been worried that she’d want a church wedding; he’d always felt out of place in the seemingly sterile environment, surrounded by hymns and stern looks, and the feeling of being less than because he made mistakes.

But outside...nature had become his sanctuary. As he stood in front of the people he loved most in the world, his brother by his side and Cas ready to begin his part of the ceremony, the bright flowers and curling ivy brought him a sense of peace. He took a deep breath and smiled at Sam, then looked back down the aisle. Chuck, Gabriel, and Charlie, who had been quietly playing music as the guests arrived, switched gears and the beginning notes of Lisa’s favorite song began to fill the quiet garden and everyone turned to watch the processional.

As Dean waited, he couldn’t help but think back to the reason he had come home from Nashville all those years ago. He’d loved it there, and if his agent hadn’t just been blowing smoke up his ass, would have almost certainly been signed onto a big record label. Everything about it had been what he’d dreamed...until the night he’d seen her. Logically, he had known there was no way that Lisa had been at his show, but when he’d looked out into the crowd, there she was. The moment he saw her doppelganger, he had realized that it didn’t matter if he was living his dream; the dream wasn’t complete without Lisa. Much to his agent’s frustration, he had dropped everything and moved back to Chapel Hill. His first stop when he got back into town was Lisa’s house, and he’d never regretted it.

Forever can never be long enough for me Feel like I've had long enough with you Forget the world now we won't let them see But there's one thing left to do

Dean shifted his stance as the wait became longer than he had anticipated, and he glanced back at Sam questioningly. Sam shrugged and gave him a tight smile. Jess should have been walking down the aisle towards them, the first cue that Lisa was on her way.

Now that the weight has lifted Love has surely shifted my way Marry me Today and every day Marry me

Dean made eye contact with Chuck who raised his eyebrows at Dean, their silent way of asking if he should keep going. Dean nodded almost imperceptibly and Chuck continued without missing a beat.

Together can never be close enough for me Feel like I am close enough to you You wear white and I’ll wear out the words I love you

A quiet rustle caught Dean’s attention and he turned around to see Jess whispering in Sam’s ear. Sam pulled back and looked at her, confused, and Dean watched Sam ask her a question and lean back in. Dean cleared his throat and Sam’s eyes darted over to him, then back at Jess who was looking up at him. His mouth moved silently and Jess shook her head. Sam’s hand drifted down to his pocket and his gaze fell back on Dean, his eyes sad.

Promise me You’ll always be Happy by my side I promise to Sing to you When all the music dies

Jess hurried off and Sam closed the gap between himself and Dean. Dean barely heard what his brother said as Sam slipped Dean’s phone into his hand and told him he needed to check his messages. In what felt like slow motion, Dean looked down at his phone screen, the glass lit up by a single text alert.

Lisa.

His thumb slowly slid across the screen and the message opened as he unlocked the phone, the words went in and out of focus as he tried to comprehend what he was reading. Sam stood with his back to the crowd, trying his best to block Dean from their view. Dean slid the phone into his pocket when he was sure he’d read it correctly, then looked at Sam. The younger Winchester clapped him on the shoulder, his eyes saying more than Sam could ever muster in a situation like this, and stepped back. Dean let his eyes roam over the group of people in front of him; Bobby and Ellen, who’s encouraging smiles were turning into concerned frowns, Cas who was looking at him with trepidation and finally rested on Chuck, who raised an eyebrow one last time. Dean shook his head slightly and Chuck gave the signal to stop. Dean took a deep breath as the music faded out and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Umm...well, I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. I can’t tell you how much it means to us...to me...that you are here right now. Unfortunately, the wedding...well, there is not going to be a wedding tonight.” A quiet gasp rolled through the crowd and Dean waited a moment to let their muffled murmurs die down. “However, I would still like for you to attend the reception, as we have a lot of delicious food and I’d really hate for all of you to go hungry tonight. Please, head on over to the community center, there will be live music and drinks as well. Thanks again.” Dean caught Chuck’s eye and nodded his head in the direction of the community center, and Chuck gave him a small salute. Dean watched as Chuck whispered  to Gabriel and Charlie, and the three musicians disappeared in the direction of the center.

“Dean...I’m so sorry…”

Dean waved Sam off, “Don’t….just don’t, Sammy. I just need some time alone, okay? Go make sure no one destroys the community center.” Sam hesitated, unsure if it was wise to leave his brother alone or not, then thought better of saying anything else and disappeared through the garden gate. Dean sat heavily onto one of the folding chairs as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the text again.

Dean, I can’t do this. I really thought it was for the best, that it was what we needed. But then I stood outside of the flower garden and stared at the community center, and all I could think about was how we were never going to leave this place. You traded your dreams in Nashville for an eighties cover band in a nothing town. You didn’t know this, but I saw you in Nashville. You could have made it. I don’t understand how you could give up a sure thing, and it makes me question if you wouldn’t eventually give up on me too. I can’t risk that. I need more for me. Maybe if you can get your life together we can try again. I’m sorry. -L

Dean threw his phone as hard as he could and cringed as it shattered against the worn stepping stones that led to the exit.

He needed whiskey.

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Marley Reid Age: Twenty Three Class Year: Junior Position: Striker, #9 Hometown: Roanoke, Virginia

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: alcohol, physical abuse, pregnancy, miscarriage

Born into a falling-down house on the wrong side of town, Marley was never supposed to amount to much, never meant to be anything bigger than the city she lived in and the name her father had given her. Her father was a criminal, but he was far from a mastermind, what small renown he had was due to being a small fish in an even smaller pond, but it gave him an exaggerated sense of his own importance. With a small cadre of thugs to carry out his bidding, Patrick Reid exerted just enough control over his neighborhood and the surrounding blocks to be threatening. But no one was more afraid of him than his own children. Behind the walls of their run-down home he turned from a lowlife bookie and racketeer into something truly frightening: a monster soaked in alcohol, all flying fists and broken glass.

His wife left when their two daughters were still small, Marley hardly remembered her and her younger sister Emma didn’t at all. But despite his children’s lack of memory, her loss affected Patrick deeply: he held onto his children with an iron fist, viewing them as extensions of the mother they couldn’t remember, and thus just as prone to leaving, to disappointing him. They were guilty by association, and he punished them for her sins.

With their mother gone, it fell on Marley to be the responsible one, a surrogate mother to her sister and keeper of the household for her father. She took Emma to school and helped her with her homework, she cooked dinner for her father and whichever of his associates he brought home with him, she did the washing up when they passed out in the living room, holding her breath and hoping they wouldn’t wake up until she was finished and safely in her room. Those were her duties, but that wasn’t her life. Her life, her real life, she tried to live in the snatched and stolen moments that weren’t dedicated to someone else: and she dedicated those to Exy.

At night, when it was just her and Emma in the small bedroom they shared, they dared to dream of a better life: of Marley turning eighteen and taking them both away from their father’s house into some bright but indistinct future. Marley thought, even if she never said it out loud, that Exy might be the key to it, and she gave the game everything she had, everything that wasn’t already pledged to her father or her sister, honing her skills as an offensive dealer. But maybe her sister knew that all their dreams were impossible flights of fancy, or maybe Emma just couldn’t wait that long, because her freshman year of high school she ran away with her boyfriend, and she left Marley all alone to face their father’s wrath.

And even though she’d thought her father’s grip was already suffocating, he held onto her even more tightly than before, after that. He needed to know where she was at every moment of the day, like a malevolent shadow dogging her every move, ready to punish her if she arrived home even a minute later than she said she would. At night he would grab her by the throat, breath reeking of cheap vodka, and make her promise that she wouldn’t be like her mother, or her sister, that she would never leave him. If you do, I’ll kill you, he said, and she felt that promise in her bones.

By the time she graduated high school, she was beaten down, and she’d given up on dreaming of Exy taking her away from Virginia—and yet she received an offer to join the Foxes, a full ride to Palmetto State. She held the contract in her hands, pen hovering over the dotted line, and yet she couldn’t make herself believe it. Joining the Foxes might have bought her five years of safety away from her father, but after that? College Exy seemed miraculous enough, being recruited to a professional team or making Court seemed like an even more impossible dream. And so Marley didn’t let herself believe in it, and forced herself down a different path, one she told herself was practical even if it was joyless. At eighteen she married Samuel Lawrenz, a bookie working for her father, and put down her racquet. ‘Til death do us part seemed a better guarantee of her safety than the five years she knew she’d get with the Foxes. It was only simple math.

She passed hands: from her father’s care to Samuel’s, but soon it became clear that nothing had really changed. Though Samuel wasn’t a drunk like her father, he was a different kind of cruel. Sometimes, Marley thought, a worse kind: she would look in his eyes when he hurt her and see them clear and bright, and have no doubt that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he liked it. The home they built was full of violence and fear, somewhere Marley didn’t want to bring a child into, but a child was exactly what Samuel wanted—and if the world had taught Marley anything, it was that men like Samuel got what they wanted, and she never did. When Marley became pregnant, things did get better. He doted on her, full of plans for the future and their soon-to-be-child. When she miscarried, however, he became a monster, and the brutal beating he gave her was the last straw.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

“Coach Wymack? It’s, uh, Marley Reid. I just wanted to ask—is that offer still open?” He was the only person she could think of to call, the only person she knew outside of the city she grew up in, and therefore the only person who could take her away from that place. And despite the fact that she was injured, despite the fact that she hadn’t so much as held a racquet in the three years of her marriage, Wymack gave her the spot on his line he had promised her all those years ago. She saw little gametime her freshman year, spending it reacclimating to the sport—and going to court with the Foxes’ support for a divorce from Sam—but with that behind her, she was determined to show Wymack, the team, and everyone else who questioned Wymack’s decision to recruit her that she was worth the investment.     

And that was exactly what she did—becoming such a reliable and talented player that, when the Foxes found themselves in need of another striker during their Championships run last season, she was called on to fill the gap, shifting from offensive dealer to striker. It’s a position she’s kept for the Foxes’ new season, another challenge for her to overcome—and now that she feels as though she’s earned the trust of her coach and her team, the only thing left for her to do is to prove that it isn’t misplaced, for the Foxes to finally win.    

MARLEY REID is portrayed by ALYCIA DEBNAM CAREY and is OPEN

[saxxxology]

THE CURSED - Ch.6

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2500

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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The next morning, Y/N was jolted awake by the quick rapping upon her door.

“Lady?” A female voice chirped outside, “Lady, I’ve come with your dress.”

Rubbing her tear-swollen eyes, Y/N stumbled from the bed and opened the door. Morgana, the redheaded handmaiden who had been keeping a close eye on her since she’d arrived strode into the room, arms full with a large, white wedding gown. It was intricately laced with gold thread and had short, puffy sleeves, A long veil accompanied it, the edges furled and attached to a flowered crown interwoven with gold leaves.

“Is that—?” Y/N swallowed and watched as Morgana shoved the heavy curtains aside, filling the room with light.

“‘Tis,” Morgana confirmed, “come m’lady, you must wash.”

Y/N slipped her nightgown off her arms, letting the fabric crumple to the ground as Morgana filled her washbasin with warm water from the tap. “What time is it?”

“A little past eight, ma’am.” Morgana watched as Y/N stood in the tub.

“What time is the wedding?”

“At ten, ma’am.”

Y/N felt her eyes well with fresh tears. Less than two hours until she would be bonded to another man. Morgana heard her breath hitch and she straightened up, a pitcher of water clutched in her hands.

“What is it, miss?”

Y/N choked on a sob and knelt at the bottom of the wooden tub. “I don’t want to marry him, Morgana. I can’t marry him, I can’t.”

Morgana poured lukewarm over her shoulders. “May I ask why?”

Y/N straightened up and wiped her eyes. “Morgana, you’re married, right?”

The maid smiled and crossed herself. “Goin’ on seven years, ma’am. Happy as can be.”

“You love the man you married.”

She smiled proudly. “Best man in the world, miss. Takes care of our four pups while I’m here.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I love another man. An Alpha.”

Morgana’s eyes widened. “And are you… are you mated with this man?”

With a shuddering sob, Y/N nodded and pulled her hair up to reveal the crescent marks of Sam’s claim mark on the back of her neck. She heard Morgana inhale sharply and let her hair fall back into place. “He’s one of the Rangers who brought me here, and I… I can’t do this.”

Morgana was silent for several seconds. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N sniffed and blinked more tears out of her eyes. “But I can’t marry Alec. I don’t care if I die, I won’t allow myself to marry someone I don’t love.”

***

Sam waited in the pew of the church, tapping his fingers nervously against his thigh. The long, crowded hall was buzzing with people, but he swore he could hear his heart banging in his chest over the din. Dean was by his side, tense with apprehension; Sam had barely slept the night before, but was somehow alert, and Dean was prepared for anything that could happen.

“Calm down,” Dean handed him a tankard of water and watched as his brother gulped it down, “don’t start a scene.”

“I won’t,” Sam muttered, sitting down in the pew. “What time is it?”

Dean shrugged. “Wait for the bells.”

Sam growled under his breath and shifted his weight. Every minute that passed seemed like a day, and when the bells finally tolled ten o’clock, his attention snapped to the high wooden doors his Omega would emerge through any second.

When they finally creaked open and the wedding march began to play, Sam nearly toppled over at the sight of Y/N in her flowing gown, her face draped with a sheer lace veil. She was carrying a small bouquet of white roses; her hands were shaking. She walked steadily to the altar, where she met her to-be-husband, who was finely dressed in a silver and green tunic.

Sam couldn’t help but think the man looked like a wet rat.

Sam’s heart raced in his chest as Y/N and Alec gazed at each other, and when he reached out to lift the veil from her face, Sam felt his stomach twist. Hand in hand, they turned to face their audience, and Y/N sought Sam’s eyes, finally locking with his intense stare as she mouthed the words, I’m sorry.

Sorry for what, my love? He silently questioned.

A priest waited for them to turn back to face each other before he began. Sam didn’t realize he was gripping the metal tankard so hard until he felt the ache in his fingers as the thin material began to buckle under the force. Alec, greasy-haired as ever, recited his marriage vows, and Sam imagined that he could come up with much better ones.

But when it was Y/N’s turn to say ‘I do,’ Sam was appalled at the tears that brimmed in her eyes as she gently pulled her hands from Alec’s.

“I am sorry, my Lord,” she murmured, loud enough for the hall to hear, “but I do not. I cannot marry you.”

The audience gasped, and Sam shifted in his seat. “Oh no, love, what are you doing?” He whispered.

Y/N pulled her hair to the side and adjusted her veil, exposing the white crescent mark on her neck. “I’ve been claimed. I belong to someone else.”

The audience erupted as the King rose, shouting angrily as Alec stook there, in complete shock.

“You—” he stared at the mark on her skin, and anger turned his pale skin red. “You whore!”

He took her by the wrist and led her down the stairs, ignoring her cries of pain as he forced her to her knees. Roughly, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing Sam’s claim mark for everyone to see.

“She is no virgin,” he cried, “she is a whore! Her family has given us a whore!” He glared down at Y/N, and Sam gripped the pew in front of him as everyone rose, attempting to get a better look. “Is he here? Is the Alpha who claimed you here?”

Y/N cried out as he roughly shook her, tears falling from her eyes, “Let me go!”

“Where!?”

Y/N struggled, her veil askew as Alec held her tight. “Let me go, please! You’re hurting me!”

“Quiet!” The King bellowed, advancing on her. “Where is he?”

Sam couldn’t stand to see his Omega in any more pain. He rose and walked into the aisle. The audience rumbled quietly as he stepped forward and knelt, locking eyes with Y/N. “I’m here, my Lord.”

Alec laughed, pure anger in his eyes. “I see! An Alpha in rut sees a common whore and takes her as he pleases! She’s been casting eyes at him,” he loudly told the audience, “the Devil’s been in her mind!”

“You’re wrong,” Sam returned, “she was dying, I saved her life.”

“Dying?” The Queen interjected. “Why? How?”

“She was ill,” Sam appealed to the Queen’s role as an Omega, “her heat came upon her and I feared she was close to death. It was my choice to take her.” He swallowed. “But I never intended to claim her, my Lord. I—”

“Let me guess,” the King interjected, “you lost control. You know what you did, boy?”

“I took an Omega outside of marriage,” Sam replied, no shame in his voice, “I admit, I only came to that realization after… after I had claimed her.” He stared at Alec. “I also disobeyed my orders and wrongfully took her from her intended mate. But you must understand that she was apprehensive about merely being handed off to settle a score she had no part of.”

Alec growled. “That is no excuse!” He roughly yanked Y/N to face him and gripped her face, hard, “filthy slut,” he spat in her face, “you’ll spend an eternity in Hell, you will. Both of you.”

“My Lord, do not harm her,” Sam attempted to distract the enraged man. “It is me you should be angry with.”

Alec turned on him. “Did she want you? Did she want to rut with you like animals?!”

Sam shook his head. “We made love together.”

Alec raised a hand and slapped Y/N across the face, hard enough to send her to the floor. She screamed in pain and fear and raised a hand to cover her cheek.

Sam snapped.

With an enraged shout, he rose from the floor and charged the Prince, who could not cover his face fast enough. Sam landed a solid blow on the side of Alec’s face, taking him to the floor and pinning him there against the cold stone.

Alec was much shorter than Sam, enabling him to miss the next blow the Alpha aimed at his face. He recovered quickly and brought his leg up, kicking Sam in the stomach and sending him back against the short altar, which toppled over and splintered on the stone floor.

“You’ll pay for striking me,” Alec spat blood from his mouth and pointed at Y/N, “and so will she.”

The crowd around them screamed and panicked as the men rushed each other, grappling with their arms wrapped around each other. Alec howled as Sam kicked him fiercely between the legs, and the smaller Beta fell to his knees. Snarling, Sam went for his knife and wrapped one hand around his opponent's throat as he raised it high above his head. Y/N saw, for the second time, his eyes turn from a beautiful greenish-blue to glowing yellow.

“Sam! No!”

Dean grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the young Prince. Sam growled ferociously and struggled to get free, but Dean managed to pry his fingers open, forcing the blade out of his hand. It clattered loudly on the floor, and Sam let out a feral shout as Alec scrambled to his feet, backing away at the sight of the yellow eyed man.

The King drew his sword and advanced on Sam, about to run him through, but he was stopped by a blur of white lace and satin. Y/N had leapt in front of the blade, and lay protectively over Sam’s body.

“If you kill him, you’ll kill me too!” she shouted defiantly, “I belong to him, your Lordship, nothing you do will ever change that!”

For a second, the King looked as if he was going to kill them both, but after several long seconds of deliberation, he lowered his weapon and backed away. His brown eyes remained fixed on Sam’s glowing yellow ones, and Y/N thought she saw a shiver of fear run through him.

“Fàg an àite seo,” he growled, “air pian bàis, chan eil agad a shealltainn aghaidh an seo a-rithist.” The man’s tone was unmistakable, and both Sam and Y/N understood him instantly.

Leave this place. On pain of death, do not show your face here again

She stood, and Dean pulled his brother up. With her head down, Y/N fled down the aisle, ignoring the stares and jeers as she left the towering church, the brothers close behind

“The horses—” Dean began.

“I know.” Sam took off towards the stables, Dean and Y/N close behind him. He quickly fastened their provisions (they’d been prepared to leave since the day before) to the saddles and roughly hauled Y/N up into the saddle, ignoring her whimper of pain as his grip wrapped a little too tightly around her waist. He swung up behind her and with a grunt, he dug the stirrups into Shadow’s side, forcing the mare forward.

They cantered down the dusty road and out of the main gates as people poured from the church doors, and Y/N blinked back more tears as she heard the loud jeers and swears echoing behind her.

They stopped ten miles later to allow the horses to cool off, and Sam crossed to the small stream and splashed water over his face. Y/N slid from Shadow’s saddle and let her trot to the stream as she walked towards her Alpha.

“Sam, I—”

“Quiet!” He rounded on her, towering over her petite frame. “What you did back there was reckless and foolish! You could have gotten all three of us killed!”

Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Sam—”

Sam shook him off and advanced on Y/N, and for the first time, she was scared of what he might do. “I told you I would handle it!”

“I’m sorry,” she wept, “but I couldn’t, Sam! I couldn’t let myself marry him!”

“Sam, calm down!” Dean yelled. “She’s hurt, don’t you see that?”

Sam blinked, and the mark on Y/N’s cheek where her husband-to-be had struck her seemed redder than ever. He exhaled sharply as tears of guilt and shame filled his eyes, and he brushed the backs of his fingers over her face. She flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as if fearing he might hurt her as well.

“He hit you.”

“And you nearly killed—”

“He earned it,” Sam growled. “He earned every mark I left on him.”

He pulled a cloth from his pocket and soaked it in the creek, then brought it to her cheek. “Here,” he seemed almost apologetic as he stroked her hair, “I’m so sorry, love.”

Dean cleared his throat, pulling Sam’s attention away from Y/N. “We should go home, to Dolgellau.”

“Dolgellau,” Y/N murmured, “that’s almost three-hundred miles—”

Dean interrupted her. “We’ve traveled farther. We need to get you as far away from this kingdom as possible. Now, let’s get back on the horses and go.”

***

Just as the sun began to set, they found an abandoned cabin on the edge of a lake. Dean tethered the horses to one of the trees outside and helped Sam carry their bedrolls inside while Y/N started a fire in the old stone hearth. Dean went out to try and find them something to eat while it was still light, leaving Sam and Y/N alone.

Her dress was soaked and ripped, and her slippers were barely holding together. She kicked them to the corner of the room and fought to get the heavy wedding gown off. After several seconds of struggling with the tangled strings in the back, she felt Sam’s hand on her shoulder.

“Let me,” he whispered. His fingers deftly unraveled the ties and he pulled the corset off. Y/N reached under the skirt of the dress and ripped the heavy cotton fabric from underneath, letting the dress hang limply by her legs.

“Sam, I’m—”

“I know,” he kissed the side of her neck and took the extra skirts from her. “I know, you don’t have to say anything, Y/N. It’s over. We’re alive.”

She saw him reach up and tug his fur coat from his shoulders, laying it out several feet from the fire. She sat beside him, her body turned towards his. Pala snorted outside, and the sound of crickets and the wind whistling outside filled their ears.

“Are you still angry with me?” Y/N asked anyway.

Sam chuckled and slipped his arm around her waist. “I was… and then I realized that what happened, it saved us.” He glanced down at her, “you saved us.”

“If I hadn’t done anything, would you have?”

“Yes.” Sam smiled and kissed her forehead. “But we needn’t think about that now. I have you, and you have me. That’s what matters.”

Y/N felt her heart swell and buried her face in his chest. “I love you, Alpha.”

Sam tilted her head back so he could kiss her. “And I love you, Omega.”

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THE CURSED - Ch.2

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~3000

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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The following evening, they came upon an inn. As they entered, a woman, tall, with graying brown hair, dressed in a brown and white tavern maid’s outfit looked up from the bar. When she saw Sam and Dean, she smiled, revealing rather straight white teeth.

“Well, I haven’t seen you boys in a while,” she reached over the bar to clap the boys on the shoulder with a grimy hand. She had a soft Scottish accent and had a glint in her eye that Y/N had often heard stories about. “I’d know that damned Winchester scent anywhere. Where in God’s name have you boys been for the past six months?”

Sam laughed and shrugged his fur cloak off before draping it over the stool next to him. “Miss Ellen, this is Y/N, Dean and I are escorting her to her… her wedding.”

“I thought you boys were bloody Rangers.”

“We are,” Sam explained, “but when you’re promised two thousand crowns…”

“Ahhh…” Ellen eyed Y/N as the girl perched on the edge of a barstool. “Pretty little thing, in’t she? And young.”

“Eighteen.” Sam smiled as the barmaid set down three tankards of mead. “Y/N, try the mead. Miss Ellen here’s got the best in the land.”

“God willin’,” Ellen crossed herself and smiled proudly before shooting a glare towards Dean. “And you, my Joanna Beth had better be safe and happy or I swear I’ll stop ye from knotting anything ever again.”

Despite the threat, Dean grinned. “She’s safe in Dolgellau, ma’am. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“And no babes yet?”

“I think we’d be quicker to tell you if there were.”

“I’d hope,” Ellen flicked her soft brown eyes to Y/N. “Tell me, Y/N, are you a prayin’ girl?”

Y/N nodded and sipped at the sweet liquor. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Ellen brought her kitchen towel down on Sam’s shoulder, making him jump and spill mead from his overflowing tankard on himself. “Better pray this young buck here doesn’t take you for his own.” She laughed as Sam blushed heavily and tried to wipe himself clean and Dean sniggered. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Winchester, we both know how y’are. And your brother was just as bad until he settled down with my little girl.” She looked at Y/N, who was watching the banter with a slight look of nervousness on her face. “Took her right behind my back without even askin’ me first."

“I’m not—” Sam fell silent at the look Ellen shot him and took a long swallow of his drink. “Well, we’re just passing through, but we could use a room for the night.”

“Keep two open all the time.” Ellen nodded and reached for two keys that hung from a belt around her waist, handing one to each man. “Always expect you boys to come around, they’re all yours for as long as you need.”

***

Sam insisted on sleeping in the same room as Y/N/ He couldn’t deny that Dean’s presence around her was bothering him, and Dean retreated to his own room after exaggerating a yawn, bading them goodnight, and shooting Sam a look that said don’t try anything.

Days of travel had caused them to become dirty, and Sam filled a small metal tub with warm water heated over the fireplace. Y/N, contrary to what Sam had initially believed, did not mind nudity. He’d expected her to be shy and fearful of exposing her naked form in front of a man she’d known for less than a week, but nevertheless, she tugged her muddy bodice and dress off and sank into the steaming water. Sam turned his back—out of respect, not because he wanted to—and occupied himself with cleaning his bow and straightening the feathers on his arrows.

Y/N quickly scrubbed herself with sweet-smelling lye soap before wrapping herself in a sheet and stepping out of the water. When she dropped it to put on a nightdress from her travel case, Sam couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of one small, firm breast silhouetted in the firelight before it was covered in soft, cream-colored fabric. If she knew he’d seen her, she didn’t say anything.

After Sam washed, they used the soapy water to rinse their muddy clothes and hung them by the fire to dry. By the time they were cleaned up and ready to eat, it was dark. Dean was nowhere to be found, so Sam and Y/N journeyed downstairs to take advantage of the roasting meat and fresh bread that had been rising in the kitchen when they’d first entered, and Sam soon left Y/N at a table to catch up with Ash, a scraggly barkeeper he hadn’t seen in a while.

She was halfway through her meal when a large, grubby hand took her by the arm and yanked her upwards.

“Mm…” a voice growled, in her ear, “you smell delicious, little Omega. Bet you’re ripe for the pickin’, huh.”

Too frightened to scream, Y/N froze in terror as another hand groped at her breast through the fabric of her dress.

“Young, too,” a different voice muttered, and Y/N looked up to see two very tall, very large Alphas staring her down. She trembled violently in their grip and winced as the Alpha gripping her breast gave her nipple a violent pinch. An audible gasp of pain and fear left her lips, and they laughed.

“Ahh, Tucker, I think she likes you.”

“Yeah, I think she does.” The man called Tucker gripped Y/N’s hair and tugged her head back. “What do you think, darlin’? I can smell your heat coming, you’re gonna be beggin’ for me to claim you when it's fully come ‘round.”

“Sam!” Y/N found her voice and cried out. “Sam, please, help me—!”

“Shut up!” Tucker roughly shoved her back against the wall and wrapped his fingers around her throat. Patrons were stopping to look, and Y/N felt ready to pass out from the panic racing through her. “Stupid little Omega, crying out for your Alpha.” He grabbed her still-damp hair and pushed it to the side, exposing her neck as he searched for a mark. “But you’re not claimed yet, are y—”

He fell away as something large and heavy slammed into him. He collapsed to the floor, the wind knocked out of him. Y/N looked up with tears blurring her vision to see Sam standing over her would-be attacker; he’d body slammed the man with every ounce of strength.

The powerful Alpha rolled his shoulders back as he prepared for a full-on brawl. “Get away from her.” He growled, and Y/N swore his eyes turned yellow, the pupils long and slanted in the golden orbs. “She’s mine.”

Tucker stared up at Sam, horror spread across his face. “You… what are you?”

Sam bared his teeth at the man and advanced, sending him scuttling back and into the legs of a stool. “Never mind what I am,” he muttered, “you were going to claim her against her will. That is a crime, you know that. From what I hear, the punishment is being put in the stocks and getting a hundred lashings before having the title of your crime branded onto your forehead.” He drew a dagger from his belt and traced it up the man’s chest and over his arms. “And I wager that I could bargain my way into bein’ the one to deliver both. Now, is that really worth claiming an Omega that rejects your advances?”

“I—” Tucker gulped and raised a hand as Sam stood over him. “I was only having a laugh, I swear, I wasn’t going to—!”

“Answer me!” Sam bellowed. “Is it worth it?”

“N-no!”

With a predatory growl, Sam slit the knife over the man’s cheek, leaving a deep cut that would inevitably scar. Tucker yelped and clutched at the wound as blood began to drip through his fingers.

“Take that as a permanent warning and get out.” Sam snarled. “And if I ever see your damned face again I swear on my life that I will rip you apart piece by piece and put your head on a pike. Do you understand me?”

The two Alphas left as fast as they could, pushing through the crowd and racing through the open door. Everyone stared after them as Sam turned back to Y/N, blue and green flooding the fiery yellow that had temporarily inhabited them.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and pulled her through the crowd and up the stairs, and the second they were safely inside their room, he locked the door.

Y/N was shaken up and repeatedly touched her upper arm and chest where the Alpha had brazenly grabbed her. “Sam, I didn’t provoke him, I swear—”

“It wasn’t you,” Sam rolled up her sleeve and touched her arm gently. “He could smell you, half the Alphas in there could. They just chose not to act on it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “If you hadn’t come…”

“Don’t think about it,” Sam lifted her chin to look at her throat, rage burning in his chest at the sight of the reddening marks. “You’re safe now."

“But what was that?” Y/N asked, “your eyes, they turned… they turned yellow. Why?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“But—”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

Sam responded louder than he’d wanted to. Y/N shrank back and folded her arms protectively across her chest, and Sam apologetically reached out for her. When she flinched away, a pang of guilt filled his stomach.

“I scared you.” He knelt in front of her and bowed his head in shame. “I didn’t think. I let my emotions and my feelings control me and I did something in front of you that was… unbecoming. I am sorry.” Sam took a deep breath and waited for her to speak.

“I forgive you,” she murmured, “I admit, I wasn’t expecting you to react that way, but what’s done is done.” She took his hand and helped him to stand, and Sam noticed that although her voice was steady, tears threatened to drop from her eyes. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”

Sam’s chest ached when he saw her rubbing at her eyes as they settled under the thick blankets. Several minutes later, he was just about to doze off when he felt Y/N shudder next to him. Thinking that maybe she was cold, he turned to check.

The moonlight illuminated tears trailing out of the corners of her eyes, and she promptly wiped them away when she caught him looking.

“Y/N?”

“I’m okay.”

Sam rolled onto his side and raised himself up on one elbow. “No, tell me what’s wrong. I know that Alpha scared you, but he won’t touch you ever again, I won't let him. I won’t let any Alpha hurt you.”

“I don’t—” she sniffed and wiped her eyes on the pillow. “I don't want to get married. I won't be happy, I just know it.”

Sam swallowed and watched fresh tears spill from her eyes. He felt himself growing angry again; he didn't believe in forced or arranged marriages and Y/N was entirely right to be upset. But he wanted her, needed her. The actions of the Alpha downstairs had solidified that, and if his life and soul wouldn't be in danger afterwards, he’d solve the problem and make her his right there as she lay next to him.

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Sam tilted his head and gazed at her. “You could always come and stay with us.”

Y/N shook her head. “I could be killed if I don't… or my family could be punished…”

She sniffed again, burying her face in the pillow. Sam gently touched her shoulder and felt her tremble at the feeling. It seemed like every time they touched, the mutual feeling they had grew stronger and stronger.

Sam shook the feeling off. “Are you more upset because it’s arranged or because he’s not an Alpha?”

“Both.” Her voice was quiet and thick with emotion. “I want to marry someone I love, not someone who won't be able to properly—”

“—satisfy you.” Sam finished her sentence for her.

Y/N nodded and swallowed thickly. “I’ve heard of Omegas dying because their heat makes them too ill and improper mates can't satisfy them… I don’t want that. I just want someone to love me and not treat me like some breeder they can use to solve their problems.”

Ignoring the throbbing in his gut, Sam pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back soothingly. She curled up against him and cried silently into his chest. “I'm sorry this is happening to you,” he whispered, “but you won't be alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“You think I'd just leave you there?” Sam smiled affectionately down at her. “I'd come by to see you, I'm not heartless.”

Y/N swallowed and tearfully returned the smile. Sam had to fight the urge to dip his head and kiss her. He doubted she’d ever been kissed before. Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning in and pressing his forehead against hers. He breathed in her scent and closed his eyes as he reached up to grip her shoulder.

“Sam,” Y/N breathed, “what are you doing?”

He gritted his teeth and fought against the pull in his gut that told him to kiss her. “I… I can’t lie to you, I’m finding myself very attracted to you.”

She stiffened against him and he felt her press her thighs together. “We can’t, Sam. I admit, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t care. You saved me tonight, I’m thankful for that and I owe you…”

He shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything.”

Without a second thought, he kissed her, sliding his arms about her body and pulling her close. She pressed her palms against his chest, torn between pulling him closer and giving him a slap across the face for not waiting until she’d finished crying. When he deepened the kiss, taking her lower lip between his teeth, she felt a pang of need course through her, and she instinctively parted her lips to return the kiss, a small moan escaping her lips as she did.

When they separated, both of them stared at each other, breathless and in shock over what had just happened. Sam was the first to speak.

“We shouldn’t.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “I’m betrothed.”

Sam chuckled and ran his fingers over her back. She was naked underneath the nightgown she wore, and he barely managed to restrain himself from grabbing handfuls of her ass and pulling her on top of him. “I know… but I don’t care about that.”

“I don’t want to marry, but…” she pulled herself from his grip, and Sam almost whined at the loss of her touch, “I can't do it, Sam, I just… I just hope that was enough.”

“Not nearly,” Sam gripped her hand and brought it to the base of his length, grinning as she trembled at the feeling of his cock, hard and warm through the thin fabric of his trousers. “This is what you’ve made me feel for days. I just refuse to act like that Alpha downstairs…”

She gazed up at him. “I’ve never…”

“I’m not asking you to,” he sighed as her hand withdrew from him. “I wish you’d allow me to touch you. Taste you.”

Y/N shivered. “I can’t, my husband would—”

“He’s not your husband yet.” Sam implored. “And he never will be. Just like you said, a husband loves his wife, cares for her. He doesn’t treat her like a piece of meat he can stick his cock in whenever he likes.” He rose up on his arm and gazed down at her. “Your heat is going to start soon, Y/N, and when that happens…”

“I know,” she replied, her eyes fluttering closed, “I know what I’ll want, what I’ll need. It scares me.”

Sam clicked his tongue and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “You needn’t be scared. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. But if it comes to your life, I’ll save it, no matter the cost.”

Y/N swallowed and turned her face against his palm. “I’m a virgin, Sam, you must know that.”

Sam hesitated. He’d only been with one virgin Omega before. The thought of hurting her scared him, but something more important ate away at his mind.  There was a wedding that needed to happen, if she was knotted before—especially by an Alpha of Sam’s size—her Beta husband would surely know on their wedding night.

“I don’t care,” he decided. “I wouldn’t care if you were whoring yourself out to every man in the world.”

Y/N laughed at that. “I can't believe we’re here. I never thought you even liked the idea of having to escort me anywhere, much less my own wedding.”

“Well,” Sam took the opportunity to press himself back against her, “I was very interested in the money, but then I realized I had something better than the money.” He kissed her again. “You.”

This round of kissing was softer, more tender, and Sam put everything he had into it, eventually pulling her atop him so that she lay across his chest, her arms at his shoulders. She was almost comically small, and that only made him want her more.

“Thank you, Sam,” she finally murmured, resting her head on the pillow once they’d broken apart.

He chuckled and let her rest her head against him. “You're welcome, Princess.”

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THE CURSED - Ch.7

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~4700

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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Two grueling weeks later, the trio reached the small village of Dolgellau. They’d sold several of their provisions and fancy garments from their previous hosts, and took advantage of the town’s flourishing market to spend a portion of their newfound money on new, more comfortable clothing for Y/N and several pounds of food. While they walked, Y/N noted people shrinking away from them, eyes downcast.

As they exited the marketplace, they passed through several thatched huts that surrounded the little town. “Which one is yours?” She asked.

Dean answered her. “Mine is just over the hill. Sam doesn’t live here.”

She looked up at the Alpha. “Where?”

“Five miles away, behind the mountain, by the lake Llyn Cau.” Sam answered her.

“Why so far away?”

The brothers shared a glance, and Y/N saw Sam fidget with the belt of his pants. “I enjoy the solitude,” he supplied. “And Shadow likes having her own paddock to run free in.”

Y/N nodded, although she kept in mind the looks on the villager’s faces as they passed. How they’d seemed almost scared of the brothers. Or more of Sam rather than Dean.

They rode up to a small hut on the edge of the town, close to the forest. Dean called out, and the door flew open. A young blonde raced from the hut and leapt into his arms, laughing as he swung her around. She was tall for an Omega, but Dean didn’t seem to mind as he bent and kissed her.

“I take it this is Joanna Beth.” Y/N smiled as Sam slid from the saddle.

“‘Tis indeed,” Sam helped her down and gripped her hand firmly in his as the couple separated. “They haven’t seen each other in nearly three months. She likes being called Jo, if you should speak with her.”

Jo turned to see Sam and rushed up to him, wrapping her arms around him. Sam returned the hug, lifting her off the ground. Y/N laughed as Dean shot his brother a playfully angry look, and when Jo’s feet were firmly planted on the ground, she turned to her.

“And who is this?” She spoke with a light Scottish accent, just like her mother. “Sam, did you finally take another one?”

Another one?

“I did,” Sam slipped his arm around Y/N’s waist. “Jo, this is Y/N.”

Jo wrapped her arms around Y/N, hugging her tightly. “It’s so great to meet you, Y/N. Come inside, all of you. There’s fresh milk and I’ve pulled cakes out of the oven just a few minutes ago.”

Sam and Y/N followed the couple inside and sat down at the small table. The hut was small, the only furniture the table they sat at, stone oven, washtub, and rickety-looking bed in the corner. Herbs hung from the ceiling and a vase of wildflowers sat in the open window.

Jo set a hot plate of cakes in front of them, along with several mismatched cups and a pitcher of fresh milk. They ate, talked, and laughed for almost two hours, and as the town bells tolled for five o’clock, Sam stood, pulling his beloved cloak from the floor and slinging it around his shoulders.

“We should go, it’s getting dark.” He offered Jo a smile. “Thank you for the cakes, they were delicious as always.”

He bent to kiss her cheek as the others rose from the table. The brothers gripped hands before moving into a hug.

“Beannachd leat, a bhràthair.” Dean spoke quietly. “If any news comes, I’ll bring it instantly.”

“Tapadh leat,” Sam released his older brother and took Y/N’s hand as they walked outside towards the horses, who were busy grazing around the house.

Y/N reached for Shadow’s saddle when Sam lifted her up, and she gripped the horse’s mane as he climbed up behind her. Dean touched her knee and kissed the back of her hand.

“Keep out of trouble,” he warned her, a smile playing on his lips. “We’ll be seeing you soon.”

Sam clicked his tongue and turned Shadow around, raising a hand in farewell as she cantered down the lane and turned onto a narrow path.

They continued on for another hour, journeying around the mountain until they came upon a range of hills. There was a stone cottage situated several hundred feet from a dark blue lake, and a large paddock behind. The back wall of the cottage rested against a large hill, and the front door was covered by a massive stone, as well as two others that blocked off what looked like small windows.

“Is this…?”

Sam nodded and dismounted. He walked Shadow into the paddock and helped Y/N to the ground before undoing the saddle and rucksacks. Y/N slung the heavy packs over her shoulders (she’d gathered quite a bit of strength over the past weeks) as Sam carried the saddle and reins.

“Stand back,” Sam warned her when they reached the door. He dropped the riding gear onto a wooden saddle stand and braced himself against the stone. He was strong enough to roll it to the side, and it fell the the ground with a thud that reverberated through the ground. He slid the other two to the side and stumbled back, cheeks flushed pink with exertion.

“There,” he took the rucksacks from Y/N and opened the door, allowing her to pass inside.

The room was dim and cold; Y/N could barely make anything out. Sam dropped the packs and his weapons before closing the door and going to the fireplace. He pulled a steel rod and flint from the small mantle and rapidly prepared a small fire before striking sparks onto a small pile of dried moss. Within seconds the flames lit the room, and Y/N gazed around.

The floor was stone, and small lines of moss grew in the little cracks between the individual slabs. The walls were lined with slabs of rock, filled between with mud to close the gaps.

There was a table in the corner of the room, accompanied by two sturdy-looking chairs. A large bed sat against the far wall, draped with several linen sheets and two cream-colored pillows. When the fire began to heat the room, Y/N was taken aback by just how simple the place was.

“Sam, it’s,” she gazed around as he straightened up, “it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he paced over to her and let his hands rest on her waist. “But it is not fit for a Princess by any standards.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's cold,” Sam explained sheepishly, “and sometimes when it rains the back wall weeps where it's pressed against the hill. There's not much for furniture inside, but… I've never had a woman living with me, not here, at least.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked the long hair at the base of his neck. “It’s perfect. I love it, and I love you.”

Sam kissed her, pulling her as close as he could. “I love you too.” He gripped the fabric of her dress in both hands and pulled up. She obediently raised her arms and shook out her hair as Sam lifted the garment over her head and let it drop to the floor. He filled his palms with her breasts and growled before nipping at her lower lip.

“We haven’t…” Y/N swallowed, her voice thick with lust, “not since the day before the wedding…”

Sam nodded and skimmed his hands over her hips, down to her ass. “I know… but it’s been a long day, we should wash and sleep. Besides, we have all day tomorrow.”

Y/N whined and batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you sure?”

Sam smiled and kissed her again. “I’d rather make love with you while we’re not both half-asleep. I’ll wake you in the morning?”

Y/N nodded and stepped out of her boots. “Yes, Sam.”

***

The following morning, Y/N was woken by the sound of birds chirping outside. The breeze washed through the open windows, cool and sweet. When she reached out behind her, she felt that the bed was empty.

“Sam?” She murmured. When there was no answer, she sat up, clutching the bed sheet to her naked chest. The cottage was empty, alight with the morning sun that shone through the windows. She rose, adjusting her nightshirt around her shoulders. Sam had spread his massive cloak out on the floor, and the fur was soft on her feet as she went to the door.

The sky was clear and blue. The sun shone down on the hills, and Y/N stepped out onto the soft grass, inhaling the scent of the earth around her. Sam was in the paddock, with Shadow on a long lead. The sun beat down on his bare shoulders, and his trousers were buttoned loosely over his hips. He clicked his tongue, encouraging Shadow to begin a canter as Y/N walked up and leaned on the railing.

She lost herself in watching him work with the horse, the way his muscles flexed under golden skin as he adjusted his grip on the rope. It seemed like something every girl might want or imagine, but Y/N was completely at peace.

A few minutes later, he allowed the horse to slow and let her walk up to face him. He pulled a small apple from his pocket and smiled as Shadow eagerly devoured it before untying the rope and letting her run free.

“Enjoying yourself?” He strode up to the fence and wrapped the rope around one of the poles. “I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful young woman staring at me.”

Y/N smiled and stretched her arms above her head as Sam hopped over the railing. “You said you’d wake me.”

Sam folded his arms and leaned down to kiss her. “I couldn’t. You looked too peaceful and you fell asleep right in the middle of saying goodnight. You needed rest.”

“Well, since it was only my first night here,” Y/N smiled and reached up to brush a lock of hair out of his face. “There’ll be many mornings for you to do as you please.”

Sam pulled her close and kissed her. “The same goes for you, love.”

Y/N giggled as Sam took her hand and began leading her across the little valley and up over the hill. “Are you going to take advantage of me now?”

He laughed. “Not yet. I want to show you around.”

They journeyed over the hills for several hours. They found a large bush of wild blackberries and busied themselves with devouring the sweet, tart fruit, harvesting the rest for that evening. Finally, they lay down to rest on the hill above the lake and dozed off, awakening as the sun began to dip towards the horizon. They quickly hurried back and Sam led her towards the lake.

The two of them stepped across the pebbles (Y/N with some hesitation due to her bare feet) and Sam kicked his boots off before stepping into the shallow water. “Come on,” he watched as Y/N eyed the water suspiciously. “You can swim, can’t you?”

Swallowing, Y/N shook her head and looked at the deep blue surface. “I never learned.”

Sam held out his arms. “I won’t let you drown.”

Y/N allowed Sam to hold her hand in his as he walked further into the water. Her nightdress swirled around her knees, and when she couldn’t see the smooth rocks on the bottom, she insisted that he stop. Sam obliged and stood behind her, his arms looped around her torso.

“Why do you choose to live here?” She asked. “It’s so… it’s beautiful, but it’s lonely.”

“The townspeople fear me,” he replied. “They know what I am, they know what I am capable of, and they saw you…” he rested his cheek on the top of her head. “I can only imagine what they thought of us. They probably saw you as my victim, my unwilling Omega. Look at me,” he whispered, turning her so he could look into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I’m never letting anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”

He kissed her, his hands floating down to hold her waist. Her fingers pressed against his chest as Sam lifted the fabric of her dress, bunching it around her hips.

“I want to make love to you,” He groaned, “right now.”

She squealed loudly as he lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her to shore. “Wait, Sam, we should eat—”

He grumbled and smacked his palm on one cheek of her ass. “Fine, but after, you’re mine.”

***

Together, they prepared a meal of bread, cheese, and dried pork. They ate in silence and cleaned before Sam poured them both wine and built a fire. They sat on the cloak-turned-rug and Sam pulled Y/N against his side as they watched the flames lick at the stone walls.

A question lingered at the forefront of her mind, and for the first time, she had the opportunity to ask it, no distractions.

“You never…” she swallowed. “Sam, you never told me about why your eyes turned yellow.”

Sam inhaled and kissed her hair. “Do we have to talk about it right now?” He dipped his head and kissed her hungrily. “We could make love instead. We haven’t yet.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, Sam. I need to know.”

He sighed and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder, practically whining his displeasure. “Y/N, I—”

“Sam, I’m not letting you avoid this,” she interrupted. “Please. Tell me, or I won’t allow you to make love to me at all.”

Sam grumbled and turned to face her. His face was frozen in apprehension, but she’d seen him work through more difficult things.

"Before you," Sam cleared his throat, “I had another Omega until five years ago. Her name was Jessica, and I, uh, I lost her."

Y/N stiffened. So that’s what Jo had meant by ‘another one.’ “How?”

"I used to have a home," Sam said quietly, "in a small town in Canterbury. Jess and I had been friends since childhood, and eventually we became mates.” His jaw tightened. “I don’t know why, but I never married her… I suppose I was happy enough having her as my mate alone. Anyways… there was a hound that would come at night, at least once a week. He was massive, and he had these yellow eyes that you could see even if it was pitch black. There were a few like him that roamed the countryside, we called them gadhar ifrinna.”

“Hellhounds?”

Sam nodded. “Nobody knew where they came from. But people in our town called them the Yellow-Eyed Demons, or Yellow Eyes. They would come at night, kill our livestock, terrorize the town, then leave.” He swallowed again. “After a while, they began going after the villagers if they went too far into the woods, and then the hounds began breaking into homes. People stopped going outside at night and bolted their doors with steel, but it didn't work. Eventually, Dean, myself, and several other men gathered together, began hunting them…" Tears filled his eyes and Y/N heard his voice tremble. “One night, we were far into the woods, and then we heard townspeople screaming and the bells tolling… we rushed back, and I found Jess in our home.”

Y/N felt tears prick her own eyes as Sam rubbed at his. “It… God, there was so much blood… she was still alive, and I tried to save her, tried to stop the bleeding, but she just… she was too hurt to survive. After that, I swore on my life that I'd kill the hound that slaughtered her if it meant I died doing it too.” He sniffed. “And I did.”

“When?"

"A month after Jess, it came back, and I was ready for him," Sam said. "I charged him in the middle of the town square and ran the damned thing through, listened to him howl in pain as the iron blade pierced its black heart. I didn't back away until he lay dead at my feet."

Y/N trembled. "Something else happened, didn't it?"

Sam nodded. "I was bitten during the fight, on my arm, right here.” He tapped his upper arm. “I fell ill for two days. I stayed in my bed with a raging fever and pain so excruciating I begged Dean to kill me. When I finally recovered we went on with life. Dean met Jo after we left Canterbury, we found Dolgellau, and soon after, we became Rangers. But after a while, I just… I started to change."

"Change?"

"Bouts of rage that happened out of nowhere," Sam explained, "I’d never gotten angry at little things before, I’d always kept myself under control. Eventually I sought out a witch, Rowena. She told me that I’d been cursed, and there was no cure for it."

Y/N swallowed. "Cursed with what?"

"The two things I feared most,” tears fell from Sam’s eyes, “becoming a monster and immortality."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "I don't understand… I thought immortality was a good thing."

"To some people, yes it would be," Sam sighed. "But immortality means that I have to watch everyone I love pass into oblivion…” he sighed and gazed across the table, “even you. And as far as a monster… well, you saw my eyes change. Rowena said when I was bitten, a part of Yellow Eyes went into me and I can’t go back."

"But what does that mean? A monster?" Y/N's eyes filled with tears and rapidly spilled over. "Sam, are you… are you dangerous? And Dean—"

"No, never to you," Sam shook his head in firm denial. "I will never hurt you. But any threat to you…” he exhaled sharply, “I’ve always been loyal and protective, but the curse… the curse makes it deadly. People in town, they fear me because they’ve seen what I am… ”

“How? How did they see?” Y/N stood and walked around to perch on the edge of the table.

Sam swallowed. “There was a woman, a young Omega. She was young, around your age, and Dean and I were in town one evening, drinking. I heard her scream, and when we raced outside, she was…” he grimaced, “Three Alphas had her pinned in the alley, her skirt around her waist. I didn’t think, I just drew my sword and killed them… all of them.”

Y/N shook her head. “Sam, you saved her life, the villagers should have been—”

“They were thankful,” he interrupted, “that first time, they were thankful. The next week, an Alpha challenged me to a fight, I can’t remember the reason… but I missed a blow and his sword went right through me, right here,” he put his hand over his stomach, “I should have died instantly, but when I was free of it, I healed in seconds. That’s when the villagers began to fear me. They were convinced that I was using black magic, and soon after they said that they didn’t want a child of the Devil near their folk. I exiled myself to here,” he gazed around him, “and I’ve called this place home ever since.”

Y/N nodded and rubbed her fingers over the bite scars on her shoulder. "If you claimed me, does the curse affect me too?"

Sam shook his head. “I don't know. But you've not taken ill, so I'll assume I haven't…”

“You said that…” Y/N swallowed. “You said that you would eventually watch me die. Will you watch Dean die as well?”

“No, I won’t,” Sam’s voice cracked. “I… I turned him, Y/N. I grew angry one night and I attacked him… he managed to fight me off, but I’d bitten him, on the side of his arm… he turned Jo when he claimed her, I don’t know why she was able to turn on the first bite, but the pain she was in… I won’t turn you into this, it’s torture.”

She watched him stand and pace to the hearth, setting his cup on the stone. “Dean never said he was like you.”

Sam wiped at his eyes. “I made him swear not to tell you.”

“So you’ll turn your brother, but not me?”

“Y/N, I never wanted to—”

“Do you love me?”

“I do,” he turned to face her, his voice raised. “I love you with everything I have, I will never stop loving you. But I won’t make you…” he gestured to himself, “this. I hate this, I hate being this, and I would have taken myself out of this world when I found out what afflicted me, but this curse won’t let me die. Every time I’ve tried, I heal.”

Y/N stared at him. “You’ve tried—”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. “I’ve tried, and every time, my wounds heal. This curse won’t let me die, and I’m terrified that one day, I’m going to be alone in this world, because everyone else has passed away.”

She held out her hand for him, and he pulled her into his lap, letting her rest her head against his solid chest. “If you’re afraid, I can stay with you,” she offered, “You might be my Alpha, but I am as much your protector as you are mine. I won’t allow you to be afraid.”

Y/N tilted her head back and kissed him. At her touch, Sam instantly felt himself stiffen in his trousers; the effects of two weeks without feeling her warmth pushing him over the edge. He pushed her back onto the fur rug, staring proudly down at her as he as he kicked his trousers off and stroked himself. He looked down at her and saw her folds glistening with slick. She was already so wet Sam would have thought she’d just climaxed if he’d walked in just then.

Groaning, he notched himself at her opening. She was hot and wet and tight and Sam already felt as if he was in heaven, just from the sensation of her pulsing against his cockhead.

He held himself over her, laying a firm but gentle kiss on her lips. With a whisper of “I love you” he sank into her, not allowing himself to blink as Y/N’s face contorted in ecstasy. Hey eyebrows furrowed, then arched, lips parted as he stretched her, fitting himself deep until she couldn’t take any more.

Sam’s fingers trembled over her shoulders as he pulled himself back and thrust forward with a hard grunt. Y/N’s body jerked with the force of it, her eyes slamming shut as he filled her. Her whine of pleasure sent a rush of heat through his blood, and he ground his hips forward again, matching her vocalizations in both volume and prevalence.

For Y/N, every long, smooth stroke Sam delivered was like the first time she’d felt him. She hadn’t necessarily forgotten what it felt like to make love with him, but for some reason, now that they were alone and they could take their time, it felt so much better. She ran her hands over the warm skin of his back and let her head fall against the floor, letting her moans fly unrestrained as the beat of her Alpha’s hips against her forced her back to rub against the slightly scratchy rug.

Sam panted hard as he fought to keep himself under control. His breath was hot against the side of Y/N’s neck, and he growled as she scratched her nails over his shoulders. The brief pain only seemed to spur him on, and Y/N felt him grow suddenly rougher. Her breath hitched as he slammed into her, and then he was adjusting the tilt of his thrusts, aiming right for the spot inside her that he knew would make her wild.

Y/N felt the heat of it scorching through her, and her vision blurred. She cried out as Sam reached down to pull her legs over his hips as he knelt. The new angle allowed him to see his length inside her as he moved, the way her body writhed and trembled. Each brush of him against her sweet spot forced a shiver through her, and her walls clenched deliciously around him.

His head tipped back as he held her hips still and thrust down. When he placed one hand on her lower belly, he could feel himself moving inside her, the hard swell of his manhood pressing against her belly. The feeling only made him move faster, harder, and when she arched off the floor, desperate to alleviate the ache on her skin, he rolled, pulling her on top of him.

She sat there, with him throbbing hard inside her, her eyes wide with apprehension. She’d never been on top of him. The prospect of riding her Alpha was foreign, and Sam immediately sensed her apprehension.

“Here,” he brought one hand to her hip, the other to her thigh. He brought her forward, getting her into a slow, steady rhythm. “Like you’re riding a horse.”

Y/N giggled at the analogy, and she saw Sam roll his eyes. “This is nothing like riding a horse.”

“You know what I mean,” he grinned and released her waist, guided her hands to his chest, and moved his hips up, silently telling her to move.

She rolled her hips, and the hot, thick weight of him was perfect inside her. She saw his eyes close as his legs spread slightly, knees bent to allow her to slide down at a more comfortable angle.

“Oh, Sam,” she bit her lip and closed her eyes, tipping her head back to expose the column of her throat.

He moaned quietly and reached up to grip one breast in his hand, teasing the nipple with his thumb. “Keep going, love… keep going.”

Y/N pressed one hand into Sam’s chest, bracing herself as she reached down with the other and rubbed at her clit. The resulting clench of her walls around Sam’s cock sent a choked groan through him, and he bucked his hips up, forcing a cry from her lips. The sound was so filled with need that Sam firmly held her hips and began pushing her down on him. His skin slapped against hers, and within seconds, both of them were moaning loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

“Sam, I’m gonna—” Y/N began to shake, both hands pressing against Sam’s chest as he fucked her closer to orgasm. “Alpha, please…”

“I’m right here,” he whispered, “I’m right here. Cum for me, Omega.”

With another keening whimper, Y/N shook around Sam and fell over the edge, struggling to remain upright as her slick gushed over his cock. The force of her climax ripped through her, spreading from her lower belly all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. When it finally simmered away, she nearly fell beside him, and would have if Sam didn’t hold her upright as he gently thrust his hips up. His knot began to swell, and with one quick, deep thrust, he lodged it inside her.

“Ahh,” he gasped as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna fill you up, Omega.”

Y/N rolled her hips eagerly, lips parted, eyes closed as Sam’s knot swelled inside her. The first burst of his release was enough to make her tremble through a much smaller orgasm. Sam���s moans filled the room, and his hips bucked up as he instinctively trying to press his seed as deep as he could.

When his orgasm ebbed away, he allowed Y/N to collapse on top of him. Both of them were panting hard, sweat covered their skin, and the heat of the fire had filled the space of the room, a pleasant warmth that surrounded them and added to their post-coital bliss.

“You…” Y/N swallowed to clear the dryness in her throat and struggled to raise herself up.

Sam watched anxiously as she pressed her hands against his chest. “What? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N breathed. “But… I want to know what happened to the hound. What happened to Yellow Eyes?”

Sam grinned and rolled her over, carefully to keep his weight off of her hips. “That answer’s simple.”

“Mm?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as Sam stroked her hair away from her face. “What is it?”

Sam gripped a handful of the black fur just above her shoulder. “We’re lying on him.”

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