CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // May 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People 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.
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Omegas are rare, male omegas even more so.
The Ackles’ pack hasn’t been honored with one in almost a century. So when Jared presents as omega at the tender age of sixteen, a gift among gifts from the Gods, the entire pack celebrates, but none more than Jensen.
Jensen has always dreamed of having an omega mate, of being deemed worthy enough by the most majestic and beautiful of creatures. And when he met Jared as kids and they became instant, best friends, he prayed to the Gods and Goddesses every night to make his wonderful, beautiful Jared an omega; especially after Jensen himself popped his knot at fourteen.
As such a rare, mythical treasure, Jared gets to choose any alpha he wants. All the unmated alphas in the pack nearly kill themselves - and each other - trying to woo Jared, often getting into challenges of ten to twenty, seeing if Jared deems the last alpha standing worthy to be his mate.
Jared chooses no one.
Jensen doesn’t bother with the fights and the challenges, doesn’t even bother trying to woo Jared. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he would in a heartbeat if he thought for a second that was the way to the beloved omega’s heart. But he knows Jared, knew him before he presented, and he knows that Jared hates all the pomp and circumstance and all the bullshit and the politics that go into the whole thing.
So Jensen bides his time and remains Jared’s friend. Even though he presented at sixteen, Jared can’t legally mate, or even choose anyone, until he’s eighteen. Jensen figures that’s plenty of time for the other idiots to make asses out of themselves in front of Jared - leaving Jared and Jensen to roll their eyes and laugh behind their backs. And that plan works for over a year, until Jared is just six short months of being eighteen and will finally pick which alpha he wants. Deep down, even though Jared hasn’t said anything, Jensen is sure that Jared will pick him.
That is, until a new alpha arrives from a neighboring pack, hoping to mate their omega and take him away.
Jensen supposes Stephen Amell is good looking. He’s classically handsome and has a muscular body - ripped abs and thick biceps. Jensen hates him from the first moment he sees him.
Of course, Amell takes to Jared - trying to woo him like all the other alphas of their pack - and Jared being Jared is just too sweet and trusting of everyone to see what’s right in front of his face. He giggles and swats at Jensen’s arm, tells Jensen he’s crazy, when Jensen tells him that Stephen is just trying to mate him like everyone else. Jared says that they should be nice and welcoming - he is a guest from another pack, Jensen - and, to Jensen’s absolute disgust, he makes friends with the self-absorbed jackass. And the fact that Jensen can’t stand the thought of being around Stephen and watching him flirt with an oblivious Jared means that Jensen’s quality time with Jared is cut down significantly. Jensen has to sit and watch his beautiful omega laugh and hang out with someone else - when he barely gives the other alphas the time of day, never rude, not his Jared, just not taking any real interest in them.
Jensen doesn’t want to have to fight. Not that he doesn’t think he can win but he doesn’t want to resort to that, sees how Jared rolls his eyes and turns his noses up at the alphas that do, the winners strutting around in front of him like that’ll catch his eye. But Jensen will if he has to. If it comes down to it, he’ll fight for what’s his.
For the next five and a half months, Jensen watches and seethes - his heart breaking little by little - as Stephen flirts with Jared. What hurts the most - and scares him more than a little - is when Jared starts to flirt back. It’s mostly harmless on Jared’s end - he’s mostly just being nice, but it’s more than he’s ever teased and flirted with another alpha that wasn’t Jensen.
Jensen doesn’t know what to do.
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“Jay?” Jensen asks, reaching out one hand to cup Jared’s cheek. His heart slams against his ribs when Jared leans into the touch, rubbing against Jensen’s palm like a cat. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Jared makes a hurt noise in the back of his throat and it’s like someone runs a knife through Jensen’s heart. “Baby, please?” he whispers. “Talk to me.”
“They’re gonna make me choose in the morning, Jen,” Jared whispers, scooting closer, their hips touching. Jensen wants to pull him into his arms and hide him from anything that will ever hurt him or cause him pain. “And I don’t… Stephen went to my dad,” Jared looks up at him, blinking those mesmerizing eyes, the sheen of wetness there glittering in the moonlight. “He… He told my parents that he w-wants to mate with me.” Jared pauses, swallows thickly. “You were right, Jensen,” he adds, voice sounding painful. “All anyone wants is to get into my pants, to mate the elusive omega,” he sneers, nose wrinkling in disgust.
“I’m sorry, Jay,” Jensen murmurs, following his instinct and reaching out, wrapping his arms around Jared, pulling him into a hug. Jared melts against his chest, his face tucked under Jensen’s jaw. “It’s not like I wanted to be right.”
“I-I thought he was my friend,” Jared whispers miserably. “But he’s just like everyone else.”
Jensen feels like shit because he’s just as bad as the rest of them. He aches to make Jared his, he’s just never showed it. The only thing that makes him slightly different is that he wants Jared for Jared. Sure, it’s an amazing bonus that Jared is an omega, such an amazing, wonderful gift, but that’s not the sole reason that Jensen loves him.
Jared nuzzles under Jensen’s jaw - omegas are the most tactile of the genders, always needing to touch and to be touched - then huffs a sigh, pulling back enough to look up at Jensen, knuckling at his red-rimmed eyes like he’s still five and trying to avoid bedtime. Jensen smiles sadly. He’s watched Jared grow up into the beautiful young man before him and it breaks his heart to see him so upset.
“What’re you gonna do?” Jensen asks softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of unruly hair behind Jared’s ear, unable to stop his fingers from lightly trailing down the side of Jared’s face.
Jared smiles sadly and shakes his head. “I don’t want any of those other idiots that we’ve been makin’ fun of the last couple’a years,” he sighs. “But I don’t want Stephen either.” Jensen hates the way his insides curl with pleasure at that statement. “I just wish…” Jared trails off, glancing away. Even in the dim light from the moon, Jensen can see the blush creep across his cheeks.
“Just wish what?” Jensen asks softly.
Jared sighs again and glances up at him through his lashes and the curtain of his bangs. “Just wish that you were interested, as more than just my friend,” he whispers, so low Jensen can barely hear him. “I mean, I’m glad that you’re my friend, I won’t change that for anything but…” he stops again, shrugging one shoulder.
Jensen can only blink owlishly. All this time and Jared had no idea that Jensen is so stupidly in love with him? How is that even possible?
“I am,” Jensen blurts out. “I’m more than just interested, Jared.”
Jared eyes him warily. “You don’t have to do that, Jensen,” he replies, tone somehow both incredulous and flat. “I know that you don’t see me…”
Jensen cuts him off with a kiss.
“I don’t… Jensen?” Jared whispers, eyes wide, when he pulls back.
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“Jensen,” Jared frowns, his brow furrowed. He bites down on his bottom lip and drops his eyes.
“And it’s not just ‘cause you’re an omega,” Jensen adds, knowing that that’s what Jared’s concerned with, especially after everything he just said. “I’m not gonna lie and say that’s not awesome, because it is. But that’s not the reason that I love you, that I wanna mate you.” He dips down to catch Jared’s eyes again. “You’re born to be cherished, Jay,” he damn-near whispers. “And no one will cherish you like I will, like I already do.”
Jared looks up, blinking slowly. He stares at Jensen for the longest time, just searching his eyes, his face. Just when Jensen thinks he’s somehow managed to fuck it all up, Jared’s face breaks into that million-watt dimpled grin and he leans forward, smashing their lips together.
“You,” he breathes into the kiss, words smeared between their lips, “I choose you. I want you. Be my alpha, Jensen?”
“I’d be honored to,” Jensen murmurs.
Jared makes a happy sound in the back of his throat and moves closer, essentially climbing into Jensen’s lap, long arms wrapping around Jensen’s shoulders. His lips trail down Jensen’s cheek to his neck, nipping playfully at his collarbone. Jensen knows he should push Jared away, should send him home so they can do this right in the morning - Jensen needs to speak with Jared’s parents, his own, and then there’s the ceremony - but he’s waited so long to have Jared in his arms that he’s having trouble doing the right thing.
That is until Jared snakes one hand down between them and palms Jensen’s mostly-hard cock through his thin sleeping pants.
“Jay, wait,” Jensen pants, pulling away from the sweet, mind-numbing, addictive slide of Jared’s lips and tongue. “Gotta do this right, baby.”
“Fuck that,” Jared half-growls, grinding his hips down, his ass sliding over Jensen’s cock. Jensen nearly whines at the sensation, even muted as it is through their clothes. “I’ve waited forever to have you, not gonna wait anymore.”
“But…”
“Jensen,” Jared whispers, eyes big and imploring - Jared’s infamous puppy eyes at their best - and his kiss-swollen lips pouting. “I don’t care about doin’ it right. I don’t care about what either of our parents say or the ceremony or anything. I’ve made my choice and I wanna… I can’t wait. I don’t wanna wait.”
Jensen should be the strong one and tell him no, should send him home with the promise that they’ll be officially mated in less than twelve hours.
Jensen isn’t strong when it comes to Jared. And he’s never possessed the ability to tell him no.
“Gonna get us in so much trouble,” Jensen mumbles, already leaning in for another kiss.
“Don’t really care,” Jared replies, biting at Jensen’s bottom lip.
“You’re not the one that’s gonna get his ass kicked for this,” Jensen points out, even as he slides his hand down the back of Jared’s jeans, fingers curving over the sinfully-sweet swell of his ass.
Jared pulls away enough to look up at him, still pouting, but his expression is serious. “Do you really wanna stop?” he asks softly.
“God, no,” Jensen groans. “But we should. You… No one will say a thing to you but me? I should know better, should do this right. Court you and woo you, ask your parents. At least wait for the damn ceremony.”
Jared smiles sweetly, innocently, almost angelically if not for the mischief still glittering in his hazel eyes, batting his long lashes at Jensen. “Okay,” he agrees softly. “But can I… Don’t make me go home?”
How can Jensen even hope to resist that?
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“We should get up,” Jensen reluctantly murmurs into the kiss. “Got a lot to do today.”
Jared pulls away, beaming at him, champagne-hazel eyes glittering happily. Although it takes longer than it should - they stop to kiss every few seconds - they eventually get out of bed and Jensen gets dressed. They spend the day talking to both of their parents as well as the pack elders. The official mating ceremony is held that afternoon, Jared standing by his side, beautiful smile bright enough to rival the sun. Although he never really was competition, Jensen can’t help but feel smug at the glare that Stephen gives him from the back of the crowd.
Jensen is vibrating in his skin the whole time - he never realized how long these freaking things lasted - and Jared is fidgeting next to him, glancing up at him every couple of minutes out of the corner of his eye. Jensen squeezes Jared’s fingers, flashing him a smile, hoping to portray a calm he doesn’t really feel. He just wants this all over with, wants to get Jared home and celebrate in his own way.
Of course there’s a party afterward to celebrate the mating of the pack’s only male omega - which they can’t really skip out on, no matter how much Jensen really, really wants to. After what seems like a small eternity, the party breaks up and everyone heads home, giving Jared and Jensen the ability to finally get away and have their own celebration.
Jared nearly drags Jensen back to Jensen’s house and up the stairs to his bedroom, hand clamped firm around his wrist. Jared’s tall for an omega - hell, he’s tall period, an inch or so taller than Jensen and he’s only eighteen - and he’s broad and strong, not some delicate, breakable thing like nature suggests he should be. Jensen likes that Jared is tall and strong - not to mention fiercely independent. But still, the show of strength kind of surprises Jensen. He kinda thinks that Jared would end up throwing Jensen over his shoulder and carry him if Jensen wasn’t following right along behind him.
Jared slams into him as soon as they get into Jensen’s room, Jensen’s own weight closing the door behind them. He has just a split-second to catch the glittering heat in Jared’s eyes before Jared crashes their lips together. Jensen groans, his hands fisting in Jared’s hair, fingers clenching and unclenching in the wild, messy curls. Jared moans and pushes closer, their chests and hips pressed together as close as physically possible. He can feel the long, hard line of Jared’s cock against his hip, fresh shot of arousal firing through his veins when Jared grinds forward, whining into the almost too rough slide of their lips and tongues.
Jensen is just as desperate and needy but he wants to slow down, doesn’t want this to just be some quick, rough fuck that’s over before it even begins. He wants to spread Jared out and cherish every inch of his beautiful body, wants his delicious taste on his tongue. He pulls away - ignoring Jared’s whine and pout is probably the second hardest thing he’s ever done; the first being waiting this long to have Jared, truly have him, all to himself - his hands sliding out of Jared’s hair to cup both sides of his face.
“Easy, baby,” Jensen murmurs.
“Jensen,” Jared whimpers, arching against him again and Jensen can smell the sugary-sweet scent of his arousal, knows that Jared’s bound to be leaking slick like a busted pipe.
“Wanna take my time, sweetheart,” Jensen continues, still ignoring the pouty, kiss-bruised lips and puppy eyes.
“We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” Jared asks softly.
“And we’ll get there, I promise, darlin’,” Jensen leans forward, their foreheads pressed together, nuzzling their noses together. “Just… Wanna do this right. Please, Jay?”
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Jensen playfully swats Jared on the ass as he walks them backward toward his bed, gently urging Jared out of his embrace and down, leaving him sitting on the end of the mattress. Jared looks up at him, eyes shining with love and happiness, and lets Jensen pull his shirt up and off. His fingers slide over Jared’s collarbones and down his chest, stopping briefly to tweak and tease his nipples into hard, stiff peaks. Jared arches his back and inhales sharply, lets the breath out on a long, low moan. His head falls back and his eyes flutter closed, his lips parted. There’s a slight flush of arousal tinting his cheeks and down his chest, a fine sheen of sweat already breaking out on his skin. Fuck but he’s so beautiful it almost hurts.
Jensen swallows thickly and slides his hands down further, teasing his fingers under the waist of Jared’s jeans and underwear, brushing against baby-soft skin. Jared reopens his eyes and looks up at him again, whining low in his throat.
“Lift up for me, baby,” Jensen commands softly, his cock twitching eagerly when Jared complies automatically.
He pulls both jeans and boxer briefs off at the same time, leaving Jared gloriously naked in front of him. Jared smiles shyly, glancing up through his lashes and Jensen can’t do anything but stare for a few long moments. Jared’s always been beautiful to him - even as a pup, trailing behind Jensen, so desperate to not be left behind - but seeing him now, bare and all Jensen’s, he’s beyond description.
Jensen palms his hip and jerks his chin toward the top of the bed. “Scoot back?” he rasps. He’s so turned-on, his cock so hard it hurts, the base already tingling, his knot threatening to pop without any stimulation. Jared nods and scoots back, his head lying on Jensen’s pillow, long legs spread slightly, his arms resting at his sides. Without the barrier of his clothes, the scent of Jared’s arousal is overwhelming and Jensen nearly bites the inside of his own jaw bloody to keep from crawling between those muscular thighs and slamming inside his tight, wet heat.
Jensen strips quickly, unable to look away from his gorgeous mate. Jared’s eyes darken even more as Jensen goes, hardly any hazel left by the time Jensen’s naked and climbing onto the mattress next to him.
Despite the desperate need to take, Jensen doesn’t rush, spends who-knows-how-long licking and kissing and sucking and touching every inch of Jared’s long, lean body. Jared’s trembling beneath him, writhing, nearly incoherent. When Jensen finally crawls between his legs and Jared bends his knees, pulling his legs up and splaying them open, Jensen can see the clear sheen of his natural slick leaking out of his puffy, slightly open hole in thick pulses. And suddenly he needs to taste more than he needs anything.
Jared cries out when Jensen dips down, his tongue swirling around his rim, shaky hands gripping behind his own knees and holding himself open. The taste is as mesmerizing as the scent - sugary-sweet and fresh - and Jensen knows he’s instantly addicted, will never be able to get enough.
Even though Jared’s inner muscles loosen automatically and his slick eases the way, cutting out the need for any prep, Jensen still slips a finger inside next to his tongue. Jared’s back arches and he nearly screams, his untouched cock twitching against his flat stomach, thin, milky streaks of his release shooting up almost to his chin.
Jared’s panting, still trembling, when Jensen forces himself to pull away, his chin and lips nearly sopping wet with Jared’s slick. Jared’s staring at him, wide-eyed and reverent. “Holy hell, Jensen,” he rasps.
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He blankets Jared, hips snug between his spread thighs - not the best position for knotting but he can’t bring himself to turn Jared onto his stomach and the way Jared’s tightens his legs around him is a pretty good sign that he doesn’t mind either. Jensen can feel Jared’s cock trapped between their stomachs, amazingly still hard despite how hard he came.
“Please, Jensen,” Jared begs into the kiss, their lips still moving together. “’m ready. Need you inside. Please…”
Jensen shifts his hips and reaches between them, blindly lining himself up. He pulls away from the kiss for just a moment, eyes locked onto Jared’s as he pushes in, slow but steady. Jared’s inner muscles open easily around the thick girth of his cock and Jared’s eyes open wide, his lips parting slightly. “Jensen,” he breathes, fingers digging into Jensen’s back hard enough to hurt but Jensen barely feels it, too overwhelmed by tight, wet, perfect heat.
Jensen stops only once he’s buried to the hilt. They’re both breathing heavy, unable to look away from each other, and for a moment Jensen thinks he’s going to pop his knot and come just from this. It’s Jared that moves first, his hands sliding down Jensen’s back, his inner muscles pulsing around Jensen’s cock. Jared mewls softly and wiggles his hips, silently begging.
Jensen falls into a rhythm right away, slow but deep, still making sure to be as careful as possible. That of course doesn’t last long - he should have known Jared would grow impatient. Jared plants his feet on the mattress and snaps his hips up to meet every thrust, the movement alone urging Jensen into a faster, harder pace. Jared keens, his back arching, his thighs squeezing Jensen’s hips, when Jensen gets the angle just right, hitting his sweet spot on every roll of his hips.
All in all, it doesn’t last nearly as long as Jensen wants it to. He’s not at all surprised. Actually, he’s kind of amazed that he lasted as long as he did. He pushes in deep, arms sliding around Jared’s shoulders to hold him close and grinds forward, his knot swelling fast enough to leave him a little dizzy and lightheaded. Jared gasps out a soft, shocked, reverent “Oh” when he fells the press of the unyielding flesh spreading him wider, putting constant pressure on his prostate.
Jensen groans when he swells completely, fully-formed knot tying them together, his cock jerking as the first wave of his climax tears through him. Jared’s eyes widen even more and he moans harshly and Jensen feels Jared’s cock twitch between their stomachs, a smaller, less intense orgasm rippling through his mate. Jensen dips down and mouths at Jared’s neck, growling in contentment when Jared tips his head to the side. Jared cries out when he bites down, his slowly softening cock jerking against Jensen’s abs. Jensen closes his eyes, not at all surprised that even Jared’s blood carries a hint of sweetness.
He pulls away and laps lazily at the sluggishly bleeding mark for a moment. Jared wraps his arms and legs around Jensen completely, nudging at Jensen’s temple with his nose. Jensen pulls back and smiles at his mate, so content that he honestly doesn’t know how to handle it. Jared grins back at him and lifts his head, brushing a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.
“’m so glad it was you,” Jared whispers.
Jensen tucks Jared’s face into his neck and settles down, doing his best to keep his weight off Jared, and holds him as tight as possible. He’s glad it was him as well. But honestly, he knew all along it would be. Omegas are meant to be cherished and he meant what he said to Jared. No one would ever be able to cherish Jared as much as Jensen does and will always do.
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