Summary: Original prompt: Jensen and his mate are both Omegas. However, society doesn’t see their relationship as a valid one as there is no Beta or Alpha to bind the union in the law’s eyes. This means they have no protection under pack law. As a result, both Jensen and OMC live on the outskirts of pack society and try to live as off the grid as possible while still receiving protection from their city pack. They have been able to live this way because no Alpha has challenged their union and to most pack members, it’s ‘out of sight out of mind’ to them. Jensen and his mate both end up going into heat regularly as their bodies haven’t been claimed or mated. They hide away during certain times of the month from Alphas who pick up their scent and want to claim them as Alphas are quite aggressive during an Omega’s heat.
Note: This story is more dubcon than noncon, really, but I precautionary tagged "rape" just to be sure since some scenes are particularly graphic.
Consider: Jensen and Alex having sex. It's sweet, gentle because Jensen knows that's what Alex wants. Without even realizing it or thinking about it, Alex slips into Jack mode and says softly, voice almost a whine, "More, Dean, please?"
Jensen's dick jumps and he growls, low in Alex's ear, all Dean, "you want more, kid? You know how to ask for it. Use your words."
fic requet: maggie jokingly scolding alex during sex one time and alex Really Liking It so they experiment with bdsm
It happens by accident, at first.
Turning Alex on like that.
Sure, she’s straddling her, and Maggie’s clothes are mostly on while Alex’s are mostly off.
Sure, her hands are all over her girlfriend’s body, and sure, she’s fairly turned on herself, but she speaks before she thinks about what it might do to Alex. To the both of them.
“Damn, Danvers, you’re so bad at this massage thing. How am I supposed to do this properly if you keep writhing like that?”
Her voice is raspy – courtesy of Alex’s ass squirming underneath her, between her legs – and that, combined with her words, makes Alex writhe harder. Makes Alex squeak. Makes Alex bite the pillow under her head to keep herself from full-out screaming.
Maggie freezes, her fingers hovering above Alex’s bare back.
“Danvers, did… Alex, did that turn you on?”
Alex gulps and buries her face in the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” her muffled voice sounds, and Maggie slips off of her and gathers her body into hers.
“No, no, babe, I – you have nothing to be embarrassed by, I… if that turned you on, Alex, I… that could be hot, it’s nothing to be… hey, hey, Alex, can you look at me?”
Alex obeys, gulping, eyes wide and vulnerable and maybe a little hopeful. Maybe a lot hopeful.
“It could be hot?”
Maggie grins and shrugs.
“Only if you wanted it to be.”
“What could be hot?” Alex rolls over halfway so she’s facing her girlfriend, and Maggie fights to keep her eyes on Alex’s eyes instead of her chest.
“Well, that depends. What uh… what turned you on about what I said?”
Alex blushes deeply and tries to hide her face again, but Maggie shakes her head and smiles. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, Alex – “
“You kind of… you were all… commanding and authoritative and you… um… scolded me?” She bites her lip and she rakes her eyes down to Maggie’s mouth and she waits while Maggie remembers how to breathe.
“And you liked all that?” Maggie asks.
Alex nods, still biting her lip. “Did you?”
“If it’s something you want Alex, I… yeah. Yeah.”
“Have you got your handcuffs?” Alex asks, voice clear and low and hopeful, and Maggie nearly chokes.
“Wow, okay, um… yeah, but… could we… could we start slower?”
Alex runs her fingers through Maggie’s hair. “Of course we could, babe.”
“Want me to uh… continue your massage?” Maggie asks, her eyes nervous, her eyes excited, her eyes hungry.
Alex nods softly.
“Remember that color system we talked about the first time I came inside you?”
Alex moans softly, eyes rolling closed at the memory, and Maggie chuckles.
“I take that as a yes.” Alex nods, and Maggie kisses her nose. “So: color?”
“Green,” Alex whispers, and Maggie takes a deep breath.
“Flip back onto your stomach, Danvers,” Maggie rasps, and Alex’s entire body squirms involuntarily.
“Yes, Detective,” she whispers, and Maggie moans.
“That okay?” Alex confirms, and Maggie whispers her affirmative color eagerly as she straddles Alex again.
“Addressing me as Detective. So formal. Does that mean you have a guilty conscience, Danvers? Have you been a bad girl?”
Alex whines and and writhes and grabs desperately at the sheets.
“Color?” Maggie asks, though she’s pretty sure she knows.
“Green,” Alex practically squeaks, and Maggie leans down to kiss the back of her neck. “Maggie, please, don’t stop,” she begs, and Maggie does exactly that.
She stops.
“Mmm, Danvers, speaking out of turn. Such bad behavior,” Maggie husks lightly, and Alex grinds her hips down into the mattress helplessly.
“Color?” they both murmur at the same time, both nervous beyond belief, both excited beyond description.
Maggie laughs and Alex giggles, Maggie leaning back down to kiss the back of Alex’s neck again.
“I’m neon green, Maggie, how about you?”
“Neon? Nerd.”
“Your nerd.”
“Mmm, my bad girl nerd, apparently.”
Alex giggle turns into a soft scream, and Maggie bites down gently into her skin. Alex yelps with pleasure and begs for more.
“Uh uh uh, Danvers. You’ve been so bad, and you think I should reward you for that?”
Alex writhes and pants and grinds down into the mattress and up into Maggie’s ass, and Maggie is far past wrecked.
“I think you should do whatever you want to me, Detective,” she whispers when she remembers what words are, and Maggie takes her up on it, fucking her eager and fucking her fast, fucking her hard and fucking her deep, checking in the whole time, telling her how naughty she’s been the whole time, telling her what a bad girl she’s been the whole time, asking her what kind of punishment she thinks she deserves the whole time.
Alex cums hard and loud and desperate against the heel of Maggie’s palm, slipped carefully under her body, between her legs, soaked even through Alex’s underwear.
“You are perfect, Alex Danvers,” Maggie murmurs as she welcomes Alex back down to earth with gentle kisses pressed to the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, her upper back. “You are absolutely perfect, and I can’t imagine being with anyone better than you, because there is no one better than you.”
newest radioco insta post!jensen / alex + muscle worship, beard kink, semi-cocky yet soft reassuring yet also kinda dom jensen
Requests are NOT open rn but I came back from a week-long vacation and need some warmup and this was still in my inbox from the last round (and I try to catch up with those but I don’t always succeed but I keep them for special times like these). Also yes hello I’m so very here for this.
warnings: age difference, unsafe sex
includes: pwp, trans character
Things like this don’t just…happen.
So, Alex is not sure what deity exactly he has to thank for this. Whose attention he caught to get this supernaturally lucky.
Stuck with desperately trying to remember how to breathe right, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Squeezes them and oh, yeah, he’s holding his own legs; right. Right.
Jensen says, “You okay?” in the pressing tone of someone who’s asked before but didn’t get an answer yet.
“Y-yeah? Yeah,” and Jensen kisses him, then, on the mouth. And if he were anyone but himself, if this wasn’t Jensen fucking Ackles going ass to mouth with him this carelessly, this would be the time for him to start throwing punches. At the very least.
As is, though, Alex catches himself groaning, catches himself sucking at Jensen’s wet nasty mouth and getting teary-eyed with the scratch of Jensen’s beard. With the sharp edges of Jensen’s teeth grazing his lips, casually nipping him like yeah no big deal, and if he’s not getting his dick out anytime soon, Alex is gonna cry for real.
Jensen laughs at his honest, “Fuck me,” dismissive and asshole-ish and Alex pulls at him in childish protest, childish impatience. Quiet, wet, “Please?” and Jensen licks deeper into his mouth for that one.
Tugs Alex closer to the edge of the table; is gonna ruin his fucking expensive jeans with the general mess going on between Alex’ legs and yeah yup Alex is gonna cry, he is.
Low, encouraging, “You want that?” and Alex nods, stupid, too-eager, and Jensen smiles, bright enough that Alex can see it despite their faces being so close.
It’s too quick then, or he’s too slow—because Jensen’s reached between them and there’s not even much of a sound of that zipper going down, but Alex feels him whipping it out and his mouth would drop if Jensen wasn’t so busy stuffing him with his tongue.
Finally gets a chance to mutter, “Oh god, oh god,” with Jensen slicking himself up, fucking raw, and he asks, “This okay?” and Alex sobs, “Uh-huh,” because he’s stupid and God, fuck, he wants it.
Jensen lines up and starts pushing into him with such practice and ease that Alex forgets about his bodily form altogether, chokes back all noise and hangs onto Jensen’s neck, his massive shoulders.
The late afternoon sun breaks through the slits of the blinds all orange and heated, and Jensen makes the softest, the most delicate sound from deep down his chest, and Alex notices that he’s got one of his legs hiked all the way over that bulging-with-power arm.
Another heartbreak-sound for Jensen bottoming out, and Alex can’t tell which one of them was the source of that.
“Jesus Christ,” and that’s Jensen.
Alex thinks Alex has an appropriate response, anything, but Jensen rolls his hips and he kinda loses what little vocabulary he’s had left.
Gets Jensen’s not-somehow-angling-Alex’-leg-out hand curled around his throat, and Jensen’s frowning, now, deep and sweating and eyes closed and leaning in to kiss Alex again, and Alex’ breath hitches because oh God it’s deep, and he feels himself swallowing against the baby-pressure of Jensen’s palm, and, oh, God.
Jensen pumps into him with as much confidence as he used eating him out, too fast too quick and maybe he’s hot for it, too, needs it just as bad as Alex and Alex reels, sobs; gets a hand between them to work himself while Jensen reams him out like they’re in a true hurry. Which they are, but they locked the door, didn’t they?
Sobbed moan, and Jensen fastens his hand some more, slams his cock home harder.
Low-growled, “This what you wanted?” and Alex just nods, whimpers, with his arm working hard and his sweat flowing even harder. Smells himself, Jensen; their BO, the dust-free too-expensive room.
Alex comes hard, and Jensen takes that as an invitation to reposition his hand from throat to hip, handle Alex even easier and pulls him back onto his cock at a punishing, frantic pace that leaves Alex sobbing, gasping for air; he grabs the table for support instead of getting himself off further and just lets this happen, lets Jensen ride out the last bits of what he can tell is a clenching mess. Blinks stupid and he should wipe at the drool in the corner of his mouth but he can’t, absolutely not.
Jensen grabs at Alex shirt and pushes it up, out of the way, and Alex will be extremely grateful that he’s sensible enough to pull out, after. Disappointed, now, in the heat of the moment, still catching his breath while Jensen grunts with his hand working himself through his own orgasm, with the plentiful mess spilling all over Alex still-heaving belly.
Thick, “Fuck,” while Alex is still pretty much out of language, while Jensen’s load cools shockingly fast on his exposed stomach. Jensen plucks his cap off his head to rake through his hair once, comb it back, just to pull it back on, lean in, kiss Alex on the mouth again. “Fuck, kid. Holy shit.”
Alex’ leg is flirting with a cramp just as Jensen gets his fingers back between his legs, slips his fingers right over the soaked heat of his cock and Alex flinches, weakly, babbles, “Jensen,” but the rest gets drowned out—in Jensen’s mouth, Jensen’s beard.
Jensen gets him off again. Has him flat on the table, on his back, and wrangles two fingers up his used-up pussy, two up his ass, before he’s even done coming down. Alex babbles nonsense up against the roughness of Jensen’s beard, Jensen’s movie star teeth, and Jensen asks him something and of course he says yes, doesn’t have to know, just yes.
Barks, confused, once Jensen pushes his cock up his ass next, though. Gets shushed and fucked into deeper, gets Jensen’s mouth and weight and pulls him in, wills himself open and relaxed as far as he has any say in the matter. Makes Jensen purr, makes him grind his cock deep and then deeper and whispered sweet things like, “Good boy, Alex,” and maybe Alex begs uhm offers for Jensen to come in his ass this time because Jensen confides, “That’s the plan, bud,” and Alex has had some good anal in his time, yeah, but this is just, it’s, he can’t.
Something about this being this weird worshipping idol crazy fantasy kinda thing, and Jensen living up to all the expectations and whatnot, but, oh, holy shit.
Jensen gets him off with just the strict rhythm of his tucked thumb, the gut-deep heat of his bare cock. Doesn’t stop with his holy/cursed thumb even when Alex begins to whimper and toss, just pleads, “Let me,” so Alex lets him—work him to the oversensitive edge of his sanity while he pounds into his ass faster and harder, slap of skin on skin until his breath hitches, all sweet, all buried deep, and he lets go. Comes deep and hot and Alex shudders in sympathy, curls his fingers into the soaked hairline of Jensen fucking Ackles while he’s loading him up like some porn star, some grade A stud or something and it’s ridiculous, and he’s probably only dreaming, but wow, you know what, he’ll take it.
Jensen comes down like he does everything—elegantly. Sighs and allows Alex to wipe the sweat from his face, to search out the jut of his cheekbones and the soft wrinkles around his eyes; the tuft of his beard. Allows to be pulled down for another kiss, and while Alex can’t remember him pulling out or being transferred to the nearby couch, he blinks awake stupid and semi-cleaned. Babbles, “Whu?” but Jensen’s still there, on his phone and with a beer at his mouth and he nods, says, “Hey,” and, “You all right?” and Alex just nods, still down, still pleasantly paralyzed from the hips down.
The sun begins to set, somewhere, outside. A too-warm breeze whistles through the curtains, and Alex would be mad if the AC wasn’t working so beautifully nevertheless.
Alex only half-startles for the slip and thud of his sandal from his socked feet onto the white marble tiles of the room. He’s too lost in the sight of Jensen, right there, propped up on the couch and he’s not even trying to be this beautiful, and that makes things even worse.
Jesus, he’s in a bad way.
“Jared’s asking if we’re up for a pub crawl,” and Alex has to wait out a couple of beats until he realizes he’s being addressed with this not-a-question question. Jensen finally raises his eyebrows. “You up for it, or?”
Alex croaks, “Uh, yeah, sure,” and hopes he looks at least somewhat sophisticated with how he props his cheek on his knuckles.
Warnings: sex as a coping mechanism, canonical character death (forever sobbing), bottom!alex
Summary: Alex has tried a hundred different things over the years, but nothing makes the tension go away like being fucked does. His body knows what it needs, even if Alex doesn't agree.
Comments: Lots of sex, Alex and each one of the main male characters in XMFC. Feelings because Darwin.
