CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // December 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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"Don't you dare be a tease," she says, and he relents, slides his hand against her stomach, and then down on into her underwear, fingers already slick, and he thumbs over her clit, and she hisses warningly. That's his cue to slide two fingers into her, and he can't resist unbuttoning her shirt with the other hand, as she clenches vice tight around him. It's not exactly often they get to play like this, Gen's not a big fan of voyeurism. When the shirt is loose, he gets a hand in, and undoes the bra-strap with a flick. (He's been going out with Gen since he was sixteen, she'd have killed him if he hadn't mastered that particular trick) and bends his head to suck at nipples that are too sensitive for much more, feels her muffled moan echo right through him, works his fingers some more, knowing just what she likes, his dick hard under her, pushing through his jeans, feeling her ass against him.
Gen's helping out now, squirming out of her shirt as Jared caresses one breast with his hand, getting the same vicarious thrill of his skin against hers as always, and then her swift hands are buried in his hair, and she’s pulling his face up to kiss her again, and they both know how much that turns him on. He’s not sure he can take the teasing, and he’s pretty sure she can’t either. Foreplay is excellent as a concept, but when he gets Gen like this, everything else pretty much goes to hang. He pulls his fingers out, helps her wriggle the panties down her legs, pulls ineffectually at his own jeans, as she braces herself against him. Then, finally, finally she’s sinking onto him, and it’s by turns the most brilliant and the most awkward thing he’s ever felt. Brilliant, because Gen is letting him fuck her in the car as the occasional disapproving car zooms past, awkward because the seatbelt holder is digging into his shoulder, and he can’t get any leverage at all like this. Gen’s dealing just fine with that though, her knees are gripping him like grim death, and she’s holding on so tight he’s sure it’s going to leave marks on his arm, and that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“You’re going to fuck Jensen like this,” she says, and how the hell is she even coherent enough to form words, is what he wants to know at this moment. He doesn’t say anything though, just listens to her. “Rough, and deep and so hard, and I’m going to watch. Then afterwards you’re going to go down on me until I’m done with you, and you just need to come again so desperately that you’re moaning against me,” and he’s holding her now so tight against her, it’s a miracle she isn’t crushed, hips jerking helplessly up into her, and Gen is doing a fucking awesome job of convincing him that an Omega is going to be an amazing addition to their house.
She’s losing her own train of thought now, words gasped out, like she can barely concentrate, high patches of colour on her cheekbones, her hair dark and wild, sticking to her naked shoulders and her face now, and when he slips a hand down between them, until he can feel them joining, she stops entirely for a second, convulsing around him. “I’ll give you a choice,” she murmurs against his ear. “You can get fucked by him or by me,” and even the thought of that, of getting fucked by his wife, who loves him and knows what he loves, and by their Omega whose not going to want anything more than getting them both off is enough to destroy Jared. He’s not even sure how long his orgasm lasts, but when he comes back from it, his dick’s still hard and Gen’s still fucking herself against her, until barely seconds later, she’s coming as well, and all he wants to do is hold her against him, and let this feeling stay. Yeah, he suddenly can’t wait until Jensen comes to stay.
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Thanks for the fill!
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OP here -- I'm trying not to squeal out loud. This is just so... fucking... PERFECT! I am in love with every syllable of this so far. The 'verse you've set up here is so detailed, and so terrifyingly plausible in the social sense (I'm not going to pretend to know about the scientific plausibility of my own prompt. lol).
I'm just so.. GUH! Overwhelmed by how awesome this is! I can't effing wait to read more!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING MY PROMPT AND MAKING IT SO PERFECT!
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I'm really glad that you're enjoying (and that it fits with what you wanted!) I'm going to be posting more tonight as a heads up :)
(Also I just wanted to check are you okay with Jensen not bottoming in every encounter? In this particular social setup, penetration isn't really taboo because it's been shifted away from the normal male/female dynamic anyway, so they pretty much get to use Jensen for whatever they want.)
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Thank you very much! Will be updating tonight. In answer to your question, whichever way it goes I probably won't be writing a labour scene (sorry!) as I'm not a huge fan of them. I hope you enjoy anyway though :)
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Jensen was dressed in the white loose pants and t-shirt that Omegas from the facility were generally attired in on a day to day basis, and with him was a small bag containing three changes of identical clothing. He was sitting in the reception area, leg jerking nervously as he waited. Jared could see the exact moment that he realised the Padaleckis had arrived- he went limp and relaxed like this was all he'd been hoping for ever and the smile that spread across his face was practically ecstatic. Why wouldn't it be? He'd been told since the moment of his genesis that when he was old enough and ready enough that he'd be given to the perfect family, that he was created for them. And now they were here.
He stood and waited for them, hands held behind his back, hope blazing in his eyes. When they'd signed the final transfer papers at the desk, and turned to them, he swooped straight in, bent to kiss Gen on the cheek, then turned his face upwards to bestow a similar salute to Jared's face, the grin back in full force now. "I'm so happy to be with you," he said with direct simplicity. "I can't wait to try my best to make you pleased with me."
Gen's face split into an answering smile, as she wound her fingers in Jared's, and he felt any reservations he'd had about this melt away like frost in the early morning sunlight. Jensen's smile was just too contagious to resist in any measure. In the car on the way back, Jared passed him the earphones, plugged him into the car's media system, pulling up the music list so he could listen to what he wanted. Gen was driving again, and she kept shooting these entranced little looks at where Jensen was moving along to the music, staring out of the window like he'd never seen anything like the landscape that rolled past outside, which of course he hadn't. Jared would almost of been jealous if Jensen had been human, as it was he completely understood the urge to stare at him. He was so real looking.
Jared caught his eye in the functionally obsolete rear mirror on his second surreptitious glance and Jensen tugged out the earphones instantly, leaning forward and ready to listen. "You like it?" Jared asked, nodding out of the window.
"I can't believe it," Jensen replied. "They used to let us use sims at the farm, so we wouldn't be afraid of being outside in wide open spaces when the time came. But it was usually seascapes or the tropics. I've never seen anything as beautiful as this in my life." Jared could barely believe that- outside dry, dusty, fertili-plant fields stretched in every direction, blue hot skies above, no change in any way, just the same thing repeated. At least until he remembered that Jensen had never left the farm before. If his only experiences with the outside were the 3D simulators no wonder he was so awestruck.
He turned away again, and Jensen obediently replaced the earphones until they arrived, whereupon clutching his small bag of clothes and the one vid book he'd brought along he slithered out of the back seat, and came to a halt to stare at the house that loomed in front of him. Gen tucked a proprietary arm through his and pulled him gently inside. "Let's get you settled in," she said soothingly, as though she were gentling a dog poised on the edge of flight. Jared grasped his shoulder lightly through the smooth cloth, and smiled at him encouragingly.
Inside Jensen seemed to relax a little more, and Jared wondered if the Omega wasn't quite as comfortable around wide open spaces as he had seemed to be. Certainly he was looking around with increased curiousity now, though he kept his hands firmly to himself there was certainly nothing wrong with his eyes.
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"Unless you're hungry?" she asked Jensen, and the dimples came back into play.
"I'm good thank you," he said. "I ate before I left." He followed them up the stairs, fingers trailing along the dark wood bannisters, barely touching it, silent until they reached his room, when as though he could barely contain himself, he lunged in and stood in the small space incredulously as though he could hardly believe it. Jared had thought it was a pretty decent living area, especially since it wasn't like Jensen would have any interests, but the way the Omega was eyeing it was like he'd suddenly been transplanted into Aladdin's Cave, and Jared suddenly ridiculously wished that he'd thought to change the hideous floral curtains and take down the (antique) 'dogs playing poker' poster, a family heirloom that no-one actually liked. Ridiculous because Jensen of all people -omegas- he mentally corrected himself, looked the least likely in the world to complain.
"We'll let you get settled in," he said for the sake of having something to say.
Jensen glanced at him, slightly puzzled looking and placed his bag in the corner, quickly and neatly lifting out the clothing and settling it in a drawer, then turning and looking expectant as though that were the only possible settling in that he had to do, and Jared kicked himself mentally for slipping up again. He hadn't imagined it'd be so difficult to keep track of exactly how different Jensen was from a human being, though the next few seconds made him wonder how he could ever have forgotten.
As graceful as anything, Jensen knelt in the traditional pose- one leg bent, and bowed his head. "How may I serve?" he asked, and Jared looked at Gen for help, who'd been struggling to get the window open. The air conditioning was on the fritz again (hardly a surprise given how difficult it was to source them for older houses these days. Everyone else had the modern inbuilt ones, solar powered for maximum effectiveness, and guaranteed to last for four generations, but Jared's father whose house this had been, had had it grade listed and that meant renovations were near to impossible to get permission for.)
She looked back at him, and he could see her mentally flicking through all the info they'd been given on the (literal) care, feeding and instructing of their Omega. "Uh," she started and Jensen looked at her expectantly, "nothing right now?" she concluded. "I have to make a conference call and Jared needs to get his words in for today." Jared made a face at that. His inspiration came in bursts, starting and stopping pretty much as it felt like, and this was his attempt to self-regulate- getting a certain number of words down every day. Jensen looked disappointed for a second, then the expression smoothed away instantly, and Jared remembered the bit of the manual that had clearly sunk into his brain. Omegas wanted to serve, wanted to make the person who'd acquired them happy, but they were also beautifully and thoroughly trained to obey all orders, and that included being told not to take care of their owners.
"Maybe we should get Jensen settled in properly," he said to Gen. About half of it was concern for Jensen, wanting to make him feel welcome and secure, and the other half was prickling into awareness, that a hot and ready for it Omega was kneeling at his and his wife's feet, desperate for them, and that wasn't something he'd ever had before. Like the mindreader she was, Gen picked up on his increasingly dirty thoughts, and licked her own lips.
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"And if you win?" he said, already determined that she wouldn't.
"Then I'll make you call your editor tomorrow while Jensen blows you," she said and her face meant business. He wasn't surprised at the flash of heat that went through him, but he enjoyed every second of it.
"C'mon downstairs," he said to Jensen who nodded immediately, perfect dick already half hard under his white pants, and Jared couldn't wait to get his hands on it, and to make Gen regret ever making her bet. Hey, after all he played to win.
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I can't get over how much I'm enjoying this! Jensen is so sexy and sweet, so adorable in how he's just drinking everything in with such wide-eyed wonder. And I love that Jared and Genevieve are both so excited to have him there. Wait until they get to know him and become attached!!! *sighs contentedly*
This is so perfect I can scarce find words!
*swoons and dies*
-- It's your OP, by the way. :) --
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