CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // November 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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Jensen had asked Sean outright whether he would mind if he could take it upon himself as Alpha of this new mating and marriage to make the choice between the oldest offsprings. Jensen couldn't help feeling intrigued at the chance to be able to pick one twin over the other and, hopefully, gamble on his own decision. He didn't tell Sean which cub he would favor, although he was sure his past reputation was a good indicator he would choose the son, whose name was--Jared Tristan Padalecki.
When Jensen returned to the pack who had traveled to San Antonio with him, they already had their own investigated information keyed up and ready to fill him in. Jensen understood he wasn't allowed to see any of Jared's pictures as it was forbidden to see the intended prior to the ceremony--bad luck that no Alpha wanted to foist on himself or his old pack. The file was thin, a typical teen and an exceptional student, a bit of an athletic streak not usually seen in an Omega. There were a lot of things leading up to two years ago--quite a few letters of recommendation, some prestigious colleges willing to hand Jared a free ride all four years, right out of high school. Those missed years unaccounted for remained a mystery, only to have the twenty-two year old Omega finally returning home--coming home only to be put on the marriage block for Jensen to choose.
At breakfast, Jensen had briefly met Vivien, Lead Alpha's first spouse and Beta, mother of the twins. He had tried not to show his disappointment at her blatant favor, holding her daughter closer and, yet, offering her son, more and more. He had recognized Sean's lawyer, JD Morgan, who he recalled seeing in his father's offices as the business deal had grown legs and taken off. He found it odd that a human male would act so candid and intimate with a Lead Alpha mate and spouse, obvious about his own preference that Jensen choose. A second vote for "Jared", none for "Jarrett". Jensen had no idea if they were being honest or if he was being pandered to just because his choice in lovers had been younger male Omegas. It was a little unsettling that he could be read and written off that easily.
Jensen returned to his suite of rooms in the South wing, facing the back of the enormous backyard grounds. This house and property were a bit too much opulence for him, reminding him of the home he hated growing up in. His childhood had been very lonely. An elder brother leagues older than him and a pair of younger siblings, so young they had been pups as Jensen was turning thirteen. He had known of no other blood-siblings as his father Alpha had only taken one mate, his first spouse, his Beta. At least Jensen shared one thing in common with his intended--both born of the rare fertile Beta pack member.
Jensen had been told before he left that a house in the Ackles' ownership had been re-opened and prepared for him and his new mate, whenever they showed up after consummating their marriage. That aspect heavily weighed on Jensen's mind, contemplating his future and whether he could stomach a first spouse, female or male Omega. He had known if he decided on the Beta he would end up taking on an male Omega later on. The possibility of alienating this Beta, and creating an enemy he had never asked for, kept him from saying "the daughter" was even an option. This thought had kept him rotating back to Jared, who fit his desires as an Alpha just by being male and Omega.
But would the attraction be there? Would there be arousal with a complete stranger--well, without having seen the Omega's face beforehand?
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It's an abnormally warm day outside, so Jensen takes off his sports jacket, untucking his button-down from belted trousers. He unbuttons one slot from his collar and undoes both cuffs to roll the sleeves up to his elbows. He ordered lunch to be served in his rooms as he knew there was a big to-do being prepared for his appearance at the Padalecki dinner table. He feels too restless to relax on the lounger; he's been spying the Olympic-sized pool in the backyard glass structure, encased as such for all weather. He hopes to make use of it at least once while he's here, maybe after his meal. He could used a vigorous swim to burn off tension, and a long soak in a Jacuzzi hot tub, if one was available.
A bit of a breeze picks up a collection of pups and cubs laughing. Jensen thinks it a strange sound for a mansion of this size, bearing the gaudiness and elegance of too much money. He moves to the far right corner of his balcony railing, then notices the ornate, well-manicured lawns and gardens. A few cubs were huddled, hiding behind landscaped shrubs, hoping that whomever was counting to ten so loudly would never find them. Jensen breaks out into an easy smile, almost jealous, able to see himself playing a game much like this in his childhood, but having no one to play with that he hadn't conjured up in his creative imagination.
The Seeker of this hide-and-seek game crouched low to the ground, sometimes crawling on knees and hands as the deep voice proclaimed yet another poor Hider who had been found. The pups and cubs squeal with excitement, and jump on the Seeker's back to tumble to the green grass beneath. Jensen's envious of that freedom to roam and play, struck by the ease of warmth he sees as the Seeker turns out to be a huge male frame, wearing a backwards baseball cap on his dark head, with black shades over his eyes. The clothing is baggy, but Jensen detects an outline of a fine form, a hint of a sculpted musculature. What intrigues him is the closeness the male shared with the girls and boys, then how they easily obey the authority used to bring them in as playtime was over, time to return to the schoolroom. Jensen figured the male to be a bodyguard, at first, but now he wonders if he isn't a hybrid of a tutor and a nanny. Jensen had known many Alphas who hired outside their pack to bring in caregivers to their offspring, especially when they took on more than one or two mates.
Jensen considers himself partially raised by his house-staff, the rest had been divided between his parents, but mostly his father. Once he had learned he was to be Alpha, Jensen's life had become a whirlwind of duty and responsibility, even at a cub's age. It was almost a second schooling, a "training", of sorts, in how to be an Alpha, then how to be Lead Alpha, when the time came. Should Alan be incapacitated, or pass on, duty would fall toward firstborn Alpha son. Should that Alpha son be incapable, then Jensen would take on the birthright. That would definitely not be a day Jensen would look forward to, as he hated the heavy burden and responsibility of simply being Alpha. It had been why he jumped at the chance to escape and be carefree, when his father had granted him the freedom to live his own life. Jensen admitted he hadn't been smart most of the time, but how else was he to learn if he didn't fall on his face alone, forced to pick himself back up? He really had been on his own a majority of his life, though supposedly always surrounded by family--by pack.
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By the time late afternoon arrived, slipping into early evening, Jared couldn't face his family, yet. Especially not when Evaline had let him know his father was aware he was back home, but that the rest of them feared he had turned tail and run away, further away than thought possible. He got a cheap thrill knowing what a tailspin he was putting them in; it had been no less than what they deserved as they had attempted to manipulate his life, his future and his right to happiness in choice of mate for their own selfish reasons.
He tried to hold Jarrett responsible, but he knew she was only twisted up inside their mother and Jeffrey's wants and needs. He hadn't been sure his sister had truly made one single decision in her life that hadn't been consulted with their mother first, who had probably used Jeffrey as a "sounding board". Jared pitied her, in truth. She had some idea she would have that freedom to choose her lifemate, that her Alpha would somehow just miraculously fall into her path and they would have this profound bond instantly. But Jared feared most of that "choice" was heavily orchestrated, much like his own life was turning out.
The more time Jared spent with his younger siblings, and the more time he had to think, he continued coming back to the thought that he would rather remove Jarrett from the table, make himself the Alpha's only option. All day long Jared kept repeating the name in his head, still enjoying the sound in his ears, especially when he would soften the name to say, "Jen". It stirred something tangible, long buried, that he enjoyed feeling vibrate through his body.
When Evaline had seen Jared after breakfast, he noticed her peer at him with a wide, knowing smile. He knew she had possibly seen the Alpha--Jensen. She hadn't said one word, only went on to sigh and shake her head with a light giggle. Jared wondered what she was trying not to tell him. She hadn't appeared overly eager to expound on looks or character, even the manners as an Alpha.
"I can't help but like him, Jared." was all Evaline had given him, and that had put Jared at ease, somewhat.
The pups and cubs ate early since their bed times were scattered over 7-9pm. Jared had enjoyed helping out; he had been able to meet his father's new Omega mates, finding it odd that one was his age, the other was two years older. Both had clung to the other like they were conjoined. They were shy and full of giggles, more like girl cubs than mature young mothers who had mated with a much older Alpha.
Jared definitely didn't want THIS to be his own life, hoped that he wouldn't be this naive or diminutive as an Omega. He saw the appeal of the young Omegas' quiet beauty and blatant subservient natures, and they both had appeared to be affectionate mothers to their own pups. One of them had bore the little pup Jared had bonded with earlier this morning. It was tough to ponder what his sibling would become, stuck with an Omega mother, so young and inexperienced. She was barely mature in her own youth, yet saddled with a warm, affectionate pup who would demand her constant attention, even when that attention seemed more attached to her Alpha.
Jesus...Jared didn't want to become that way even as he considered accepting the Alpha as his mate. He really wanted to talk to his father, and only him. The ceremony would be taking place mid-afternoon tomorrow, and no word had been given to Jared on whether the Alpha had made his decision or not. Jared assumed Jensen was just as troubled as he was in how much this was less of a "choice" and more of being backed into a corner and given two options--pick the lesser of two evils.
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He was a little worried about the sexual aspect, hoping the Alpha--Jensen--had a certain patience and understanding. If he was familiar with male Omegas, then maybe Jared shouldn't be concerned. He wonders if Jensen even encountered an Omega like him. Someone whose heats were tame, who didn't self-lubricate in excess like many Omegas did, and always do. Omegas had to have differences as each one was a different "being" altogether.
Jared wonders if being THAT different will work in his favor.
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They had invited Jensen to stay for coffee and drinks in the small parlor where a fire roared in the fireplace and they could warmly welcome him into their family--their pack. He was done listening, done talking, as well. He still needed to think even though he kept leaning heavier on the side of the male Omega--the son, Jared. He thought back to this afternoon, watching the tall male figure with the pups and cubs. That was the type of father he wanted to be to his own litter. Someone extremely opposite of his own father, one who got down on hands and knees to play with his cubs, one who hugged and lumped affection on them to an embarrassing level. He hoped Jared felt much the same as him; it would be wonderful to have a willing partnership with a mate and share the upbringing of their offspring.
He feels a slight stirring in his gut. Jared. Jensen had been repeating the name, over and over, in his head, trying to learn the sound, feeling his body as the name was uttered. He hadn't heard one member of Padalecki Pack call the son anything but "Jared". A shame--"Jay" came to mind in a much softer, gentler tone, possibly used for the bedroom when arousals reached a culmination level and Jensen would slide out to ram back in and feel the tight, heated canal with his swollen knot.
Jensen makes a sharp turn to the small tray of alcohol and beverages set-up in his room. He pours himself something amber from a glass decanter, carrying the short glass with him as he elbows open his balcony doors and saunters to the stone railing. He needed the fresh air and the open space. He liked being this high up, looking down on the green Earth. He catches light and movement from the corner of his left eye and notices there's a late evening swimmer making use of the enclosed pool. The strokes are beautiful and flawless, doing several laps the complete stretch of the pool. Jensen doesn't know why he bothers to stare; it's only swimming. Nothing more.
That was until the swimmer chose to use buoyancy in the water to propel their long, lean body out of the pool, standing ram-rod straight at the end of a lounger, toweling off their partially naked body. Partially naked male body, to be precise.
Jensen recognized this male as the Seeker from earlier this afternoon. Taking a swig of his drink, then a hard swallow, Jensen sets the glass down, leaning forearms on the railing he twines the fingers of his hand as they dangle over. He feels a flurry of activity gather in his belly. It's been too long since he'd taken a man--a male Omega--to his bed--much, much too long. Too long since he's been able to bury his cock in a tight ass and hold on tight to a strong body beneath him. God, he missed them, every single one of his ex-lovers. Each one had carried him on to the next, while his heart still ached even as he moved on. He had hated letting go, hated being lonely worse. Hell, he hated being on these suppressors and being without that feeling he always had gotten from Omegas. That feeling that made him become whole even though it was only for a little while as he fell in and out of love rather quickly.
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This last Omega had been a bitch of a conquest, and quite a docile lamb in bed, once Jensen had thrust inside him, building up to the eventual knotting. It was the first time Jensen had nearly felt the urge to "claim" along with the sex. It's how he remained single for this long; he never claimed or marked a mate while mating them. Jensen had merely stopped himself, teeth bared and prepared to clamp down hard on the stretch of thick skin of nape and neck.
Jensen blinks the memory away, stunned he can feel a flutter to his dick, under his clothes and even with suppressors still in his system. Interesting that his sexual drive could be that powerful; it wasn't a fully-fledged erection, but it was stiffening, nonetheless. The more he eyed this Swimmer--the Seeker from this afternoon, the more he began to feel like lowering his zipper and touching himself, seeing exactly what can come out of jacking off outdoors on a balcony, sadly alone, yet, not as lonely as he secretly spies on someone's "private time". He should feel like a letch or a creep, but he doesn't. He watches and waits as the male form relaxes on the lounger, face and parts of the body obscured by a tall tree shaped around the glass structure enclosing the pool area and cabanas.
The swimmer had start on his back, right knee bent, foot planted flat. Jensen can't see the hands, but he knows one arm is raised and thrown over the face. The hulk of the male form flips over onto his stomach. With a few wiggles and shimmies, Jensen sees that skimpy swim trunks have been discarded for the extra-large towel stretched over buttocks and the backs of the dark hairy thighs.
"Holy hell!" Jensen tries to move to adjust his view, hoping to be less obstructed, but fails. In fact, the swimmer becomes even more hidden. Jensen shuffles back to first position, not missing one second of this lovely sight.
A male body self-pleasuring all alone at the side of a pool. Yeah, it's kind of depressing, yet enthralling all at the same time.
Jensen can only stare harder, eyes narrowing to figure out what the hands are now doing--duh!--under the body, then he realizes the fingers were clamped around the shape of the lounger, lifted above the dark, slicked-back hair as the lower body thrusts into the cushion. "--dear god--" He swallows down the bile clogging his throat.
Those powerful hips pumping look frantic and painful, but it's the backward pushing into nothingness that makes Jensen gasp...
An Omega?!? Was it possible?!? The one saving grace with Jensen's stay here, before he weds, was to watch a man masturbate and he turns out to be pack--and an Omega?!?
Jensen lifts one end of his mouth in a smirk. "oh, baby...where's an Alpha when you need one, huh?" He chuckles deeply as he carries on this weird, surreal one-sided conversation with the male Omega. "come on...push back a little more--" As if on cue, the bottom rises high and holds. "---oh, god. I bet you're so tight--so tight around a big, thick Alpha cock..." The hips sweep down and pause. "sssshhhh, it's all right, baby, you take a rest, let your body adjust to the fullness deep inside you--" Jensen groans as he watches the thick thighs part and the material of the towel slides askew. Zipper is quickly lowered, Jensen reaching in to palm his erect cock beneath soft cotton of tight boxer briefs. "jesus, baby...you got me hard, even on Sups." He doesn't want to ruin his clothes, but god-damn he can't not touch himself while spying on this beautiful display unfolding before him. He roots around a bit, hand inside his briefs, taking the stalk of his dick in hand. He squeezes, moans, then slow strokes with thumb extended along the underside in a slight tease.
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"oh, baby, leave it--leave it!...lemme look at that gorgeous ass of yours--lemme see--" Jensen isn't expecting the two hands to reach back and grab each cheek to spread the crease wide. "oh, shit! oh, shit!" He starts jerking in a frenzy until he pushes the fabric under his knot and testicles--his knot isn't swollen but his cock is solid and painful, jutting out from dark blond pubes and peeking through his open zipper. Now the excess of pre-come can drip freely from his body and clothes. This would often sour sex for him with some of his lovers. He doesn't know how to explain why his cocktip leaks so much pre-come. When it had coupled with the excess of an Omega's self-lubrication, it made for a difficult, and messy, situation to smoothly fuck his lovers. Sometimes it worked in his favor; other times it was a deal-breaker after a few days and nights of fucking and knotting. The Omegas could take it once, maybe. Twice?, well, that was pushing it, but then when they knotted, and Jensen released even more come and seed, it would disturbed them and, at times, disgust them to no end.
"come on, baby--come on...come for your Alpha..." Jensen wraps his hand around his dick again, jacking to the pace of the thrusts he can decipher. He tightens his hand's grip. "oh, god, baby...so--so--so tight!--unclench a little--" He loosens his own fingers to then slip-slide the length of his shaft. Before he can catch his next breath, the male form flips over, onto his back again. Jensen groans, rolling his eyes as he sees a hand dive low, but can't see the cock. He can see the thick biceps thrown over the face as if ashamed of what he'd been reduced to.
Jensen feels his heart clench in tandem with his strokes and rising arousal; he speeds up his own motions to match the swimmer's jerks. He bites down on his lip corner, sending a soft cry as he brings himself to a powerful orgasm that has him shooting rapid fire against the sculpted stone railing. He weakly leans on a forearm, pressing his forehead into the clenching muscles as he continues to release more come, almost to an agonizing degree. Jensen raises up a little to look at his distant partner, only to find that the body is turned to the side, facing away and the towel is back, being used like a blanket over the naked frame.
"oh, jesus, baby...nothin' to be ashamed of...nothin'..." Jensen smirks into the darkness. "Best orgasm I've had in a very long time, without the added outrage and disgust." He knows his semen will dry off in the morning, but right now it glistens back at him off the moonlight from the fancy stonework.
Geeze, how romantic...
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