NO NEW REQUESTS, BUT PLEASE WRITE FOR ANY PROMPTS THAT SPARKS AN IDEA
This is a post for any REAL PERSON PROMPTS.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic
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Years ago, when it had just been Jared and Jensen, Jensen had worked serving lunch at Jared’s school. His paycheck went to Jared, of course, but the alpha in charge had secretly given him twenty dollars a week in cash. He’d told Jensen not to be naïve: when Jared found an alpha, Jensen would be history. “You’re pretty, but Jared’s smart. He won’t give up a chance at a triumvirate for you.” It hadn’t scared him then, not the way it did now.
When the beta returns, it’s with his clothes, and Jensen dresses. He’s taken back to the office where he’s given a letter to give to Jeff, and told to follow the others to the collection point.
A beta snaps at him for wasting his alpha’s time, but Jensen smiles to see that Jeff’s already waiting for him.
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“Let me see it.”
For a second, Jensen thinks Jeff means what’s left of his cock, but Jeff gestures to the letter he’s clutching instead.
“Hmm, once at home every evening, and four times a day at weekends. Looks like you’re going to be busy, Jensen.”
Compared to what he was doing when he was alone with Jonah, it’s a piece of cake. Compared to what he was doing for the first few years after he met Jeff, it’s practically a career. It’s probably the only job he’ll ever have again, unless Jeff starts loaning him out to breed with omegas. He’s been bred now. He’s feeble.
“I can do it.”
“If you’re sick or injured, or if you skip pumping, you’ll dry up and you’ll be useless. So at the weekends, we’re not gonna check up on you unless you ask us to. You’ve still got your manual pump, and we trust you to use it. Come to me and I’ll sign your compliance form no matter what, you understand? Sometimes these things just happen.”
Jeff’s giving him an out.
It’s awkward, since they’re sat in the car and Jeff parked in the road so they’re not even in private, but Jensen thanks his alpha formally. He takes off his top to expose his belly, closes his eyes and turns his head away, stretching to expose his throat.
Jeff leans over and kisses his collar, then bites his neck gently.
“I won’t do it unless I really have to, sir,” Jensen says. “I know what this could mean for Jared.”
Jeff tugs on Jensen’s hair lightly to get him to face him. He looks directly into Jensen’s eyes and says, “I wish you could just stay home and look this beautiful all the time.”
Yeah, right, it’s the money part that Jeff has a problem with, not the forcing Jensen to look like a monster part.
“Just because we’re asking you to do this, doesn’t mean we love you any less. Besides, there is one benefit,” Jeff says and he reaches out and squeezes Jensen’s right breast. “I thought we were going to lose you.”
Before, Jensen rarely got angry, rarely got tired, rarely got upset. Rarely cried. But he was different now, weaker. “You’ve already lost me. I thought you liked who I was back when-“ Back when they first met, he remembers falling in love with Jeff’s voice, remembers how hard it was not to just fall to his knees at Jeff’s feet. Jared stopped showing Jensen sexual attention, didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings, but they’d go swimming and running together, and Jeff would watch indulgently from the sidelines and tease Jared for letting an omega get so far ahead of him. Jensen wasn’t an alpha, wasn’t a beta, his body was all he’d ever had, and Jeff and Jared had taken it from him.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t be silly, you’re getting all confused over nothing. We’ve always loved you, but who you are now? Jensen, we made you this way. How could we not love you more? Here, dry your eyes, you don’t want Jared and Jonah seeing you upset now, do you?”
Jensen doesn’t. That’s the one thing about him that hasn’t changed.
“And don’t put that shirt back on. I’m not gonna let you hide any more.”
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