!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! Real Person Prompt Post // September 1st - September 15th
This is a post for any REAL PERSON PROMPTS. All prompts with pairings of people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage section. Mentions of real life people under the age of 18 is not allowed.
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.” Jensen physically removed Gary from the group of people, dragging him out the door. He couldn’t stop himself from throwing one look back over his shoulder. There were at least twelve hands on Lucy’s wings, grabbing, rubbing, pulling, but Jensen couldn’t seem to wrench his gaze away from the man’s face. His hair still covered his eyes, and yet... And yet Jensen could swear the man was staring right at him.
“Thought you wanted to get out of here,” Gary whispered in Jensen’s ear, hot breath repulsing him almost as much as the way Gary pressed against him.
“Yeah,” Jensen said shortly, finally turning away. He was distracted for the duration of the cab ride, even letting Gary slide a hand along his thigh and murmur in his ear. Jensen couldn’t hear or feel a thing anyway; he was lost in thoughts of bruised and scraped skin, chained ankles, and wrecked wings. After firmly telling Gary that he could find his way from the cab to his apartment, he found himself under a scalding hot shower, forehead pressed to the tiles, one hand inching its way slowly down his stomach. This wasn’t exactly a novel way to end a bad date night, but Jensen froze when he realized the images in his head weren’t of his favorite underwear model, but of “Lucy” bent over a table, spread in front of him. Jensen fumbled with the tap, turning the water ice cold and dunking his head directly under it. Unpleasant, but effective.
By the time he went to bed, he was achingly hard again, despite trying to think of anything other than brown wings and that long, too lean body.
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When finished, please respond to this comment with a list of kinks, and I'll remove the WIP tag. Thanks!
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i mean there's facefucking somewhere in there i guess a little bit at one point, i don't know if that counts.
Thanks :D
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Oh, poor, sweet, winged Jared!
I enjoy your writing very much, I'm excited to see that the wonderful prompt is getting such a good fill!
Very much looking forward for more of this dramatic goodness!
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The circus looked smaller in the light of day. Dirtier, too. Jensen walked in as casually as he could, smiling at the woman who sold him his ticket, nodding at the man gathering trash from the night before. It was open, but there were only a few other people wandering around. Jensen found his way to Lucy’s tent easily enough, and loitered around the entrance, trying to discern if there was anyone inside. The only sound was a soft rustling, like dry leaves in the wind. Jensen ducked into the tent.
Lucy was kneeling again. His ankles were shackled, and this time, so were his wrists. There was a bowl in front of him, half full of water. Jensen approached slowly, first circling the cage to where Lucy could see him if he looked up.
“Hey,” Jensen said, as softly as he could. Lucy flinched with his entire body, chin curling further toward his chest, shoulders hunching, wings curling protectively around his body. Jensen knelt before the cage. He dug through his bag and brought out one of the sandwiches he’d brought, and slowly extended his arm through the cage bars. At first there was no response, but eventually Lucy’s wings unfurled from around his body, and his head tilted up fractionally. Jensen heard a small gasp when Lucy’s gaze must have landed on the food. A large dirty hand shot out, then stopped a foot away from the sandwich, and pulled back to drop in Lucy’s lap. Jensen’s heart ached a little.
“It’s okay. Take it, it’s for you,” Jensen whispered. Through the the curtain of brown hair between them, he swore he could almost make out a wide eyed stare. Jensen placed the sandwich as close as he could to Lucy and slowly backed away. This really was starting to feel like trying to interact with a wild animal, but Jensen had no trouble remembering that this was a person kneeling before him. Lucy finally took the sandwich with trembling hands, body visibly tensed as though awaiting a blow. Jensen held as still as he could and Lucy finally brought the food to his mouth. As soon as the sandwich touched his lips, he seemed to forget all about Jensen, and ate as though he hadn’t seen food in days. Jensen tried hard not to think that it might be true.
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“Sorry,” Jensen whispered. He stayed silent, unmoving, as the seconds stretched into minutes. Finally, just as Jensen was losing feeling in his legs, Lucy slowly stretched out his hand, the bottle held out like a peace offering. Jensen took it from him gently, resisting the urge to brush his fingers along the proffered hand. He tucked the bottle away and waited, but Lucy didn't move, aside from the fine tremor that seemed constant.
"Can you leave?" Jensen asked, almost without meaning to. Lucy didn't seem to have heard, and Jensen was tempted to repeat himself, but waited instead, not wanting to seem pushy. Finally, the man's shaggy brown head shook minutely. No. Jensen had suspected as much, but now that he was faced with the reality of the situation, it seemed overwhelmingly bleak.
Jensen sat like that, unmoving, a distorted mirror of the man before him, until he heard voices and footsteps outside the tent drawing nearer.
"I'll be back. I promise, okay. I'll come back," he whispered urgently, before getting to his feet, knees protesting, and stumbled out of the tent and back to his life.
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Jensen arrived at the circus too early the next day, and had to wait an hour before the doors opened. He had to stop himself from running directly to Lucy's cage, instead making a quick circuit of the other exhibits, trying to look like he was taking a casual Sunday stroll. When he finally let himself walk into the tent, the relief that slammed into him was almost palpable. He could feel the tension draining out of him, and he sighed before dropping to his knees before the cage.
Jensen watched Lucy consume two large cheeseburgers with avid fascination. When Lucy was done, he accepted the water bottle and gulped down its contents. Jensen tried not to stare at Lucy’s long exposed neck, throat working, draining the water in two long pulls. He expected Lucy to place the water bottle on the floor between them, but flushed with pleasure when it was extended toward him, small in Lucy’s large hand. This time, Jensen dared to sweep one finger along the edge of Lucy’s thumb, and tensed, waiting for the inevitable recoil. It never came. Instead, a long, dirty finger stroked the back of Jensen’s wrist for a moment, before slipping away. Jensen was left breathless, and feeling somewhat ridiculous for it. He was a grown man, and yet the softest brush of skin had him practically swooning.
That evening, in the shower, Jensen didn’t even bother trying not to picture Lucy as he let his hand drift down. Images of strong thighs and big hands whirled through his mind as he stroked his already hard cock. His hand was slick with soapy water and it didn’t take long before he was gasping and coming.
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On Monday, Jensen told Danneel (and himself) he was leaving early from work because there was little to accomplish at the office, but the urgency with which he packed his laptop away didn’t escape her hawkish gaze.
“Who’s the guy?” Danneel asked, casually leaning against Jensen’s office door. When he didn’t answer, she grinned.
“That good, huh? Well, I’ll let you get to it then.” She turned her back on his sputtered denials, calling over her shoulder, “You’re lucky you can work from home. If I were you I wouldn’t even bother getting dressed tomorrow.”
Jensen tried not to blush, sure everyone in the office had heard. Danneel was right about one thing, at least: Jensen could just as well work entirely from home. He came in to the office because it was sometimes the only social interaction he’d get for days. Danneel had made Jensen promise years ago not to become, as she put it, a “fucking shut-in”. Danneel was sometimes slightly terrifying, but she always had his best interests in mind.
Jensen forced himself to walk out of the office at a normal pace. He stayed under the speed limit, didn’t tap his foot or fidget as he bought a few sandwiches. Then he pulled into the now-familiar parking lot and saw a new sign in front of the circus: “MONDAY NIGHT: LAST NIGHT IN TOWN”. Jensen felt like a bowling ball had dropped into his stomach.
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When Jensen entered the tent, Lucy seemed subdued, wings pressed in tight around his body, head dropped even lower than usual. Jensen placed the sandwich in the usual spot and waited while Lucy ate. This time, when Lucy handed Jensen the bottle, neither of them let go. Jensen slid his hand up the bottle to Lucys wrist, and let his fingers drift up along the man’s arm. A dry rustling sound startled Jensen into looking up and he realized Lucy’s wings were trembling. Jensen examined Lucy more closely and realized there were dozens of new injuries covering his body, ranging from the gashes along his collarbone to a bruise covering several ribs. Lucy’s wings had not been spared. There were feathers sticking out at the wrong angle, some stuck together by what might have been blood. Jensen shook with anger as he realized how badly Lucy was hurt. He grabbed Lucy’s wrist, hard.
“They did this to you?” It wasn’t really a question. “Why?”
Lucy’s wings started shaking in earnest now, and he tried weakly to tug his wrist away.
“Was it because of me?” Jensen demanded, sure that someone had seen him sneaking food to the tent. Lucy didn’t answer and refused to lift his head. “You have to get out of here.”
All the tension left Lucy’s body at those words, defeat written so clearly along the lines of his drooping wings and bowed head that Jensen felt his heart contract. These people had taken such a beautiful, unique person, and so thoroughly destroyed him that he wouldn’t even lift his head. Jensen wanted to scream, hit someone, do something.
“I’ll help you. I’ll get you out,” Jensen blurted out, unable to stop himself. Lucy’s head snapped up, and Jensen was hit with the full force of the most intense stare he’d ever felt. Lucy’s eyes were the strangest combination of mottled hazel, gold, and green, and Jensen could swear he saw some hope flaring to life in them. He had no idea how this escape might work, hadn’t even really considered it as an option until he said it, but he was determined now.
A loud crash, followed by exuberant laughter and voices wrenched Jensen from his revelation. He whispered a quick promise to come back that night and tore his gaze away from Lucy’s with difficulty before ducking out of the tent.
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As before, Lucy knelt in his cage. His wings were wrapped in leather straps, held tightly against his back. The injuries looked just as bad as they had that afternoon. Jensen crept closer and noticed a fresh cut along Lucy’s ribs. He wasted no time in pulling the bolt cutters out of his bag and opening the cage door. Lucy didn’t even look up as Jensen reached around him to cut the chains from the shackles around his ankles. Jensen hesitated, then wrapped his arms around Lucy and pulled him out of the cage and to his feet. Lucy’s knees buckled and Jensen hauled him back up, noting that Lucy didn’t even flinch at the touch anymore. Jensen, stumbling and half dragging Lucy, managed to get them to his car. He settled Lucy in the back seat and drove home, struggling to stay below the speed limit and checking his rear view mirror every few seconds.
Getting Lucy up to his apartment was ----. By the time he finally let Lucy fall face first onto his own bed, Jensen almost wanted to join him. Instead, he set about cutting off the leather straps around Lucy’s wings. The wings shot open the moment they were released. They seemed to fill the entire room, knocking Jensen against the wall and sending his bedside lamp crashing to the floor. Jensen realized with horror just how small the cage must have seemed to Lucy.
A whimper brought Jensen’s attention back to the motionless man lying on his bed. He considered trying to get Lucy into the bathtub, before dismissing the idea and fetching a warm, wet washcloth. When Jensen returned to the bedroom the wings were half folded, seemingly relaxed around Lucy, who appeared to be asleep. Jensen tentatively slid the washcloth along one muscular shoulder and sighed in relief when Lucy didn’t flinch or move away. He cleaned the worst of the wounds and tried to cover Lucy with the bedsheet before finally allowing himself to pass out on the couch.
Jensen woke with a crick in his neck and felt a moment of confusion about why he was on the couch before remembering the previous night’s excursion. He scrambled to his room, unnamed fear gnawing at his insides, but Lucy was exactly where Jensen had left him, wings spread softly across the bed, tips just brushing the floor. Jensen padded to the kitchen and started breakfast. After two strong coffees and some toast, he heard a soft rustling coming from his bedroom and crept down the hall to investigate. Lucy was shifting and kicking slightly in his sleep. Jensen caught a whimper, but it wasn’t until he heard the soft, muffled moan that he realized Lucy was having a nightmare.
Jensen carefully ducked under one wing and gently tapped Lucy’s shoulder. The wings immediately folded to press against Lucy’s broad back as he twisted away from Jensen’s hand. Jensen held perfectly still as Lucy rolled away, pulling himself into a kneeling position on the bed, head down, hands in his lap.
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Jared was deep in his usual nightmare - struggling to escape, to spread his wings, only to find them tangled in chains and ropes, holding him down - when a tap on his shoulder woke him. For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was, why there was soft bedding under him instead of straw and metal, why he was being awoken with a soft tap instead of a sharp jab or an outright blow. When he felt his wings were spread wide around him, he realized he was finally out of the cage. The previous night came back to him in a rush of elation and trepidation. He didn’t actually remember anything after getting into the man’s car, but he assumed this was where the man planned to keep him. Jared quickly rolled into his usual position, bowing his head to show his obedience.
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