theinsaneeraser | Christmas Gift Meme!

Pamela/Jo, learning to feel your way (playing with Pamela's blindness and/or sens dep, the differences in how they perceive the encounter, etc.)

or

Sam/Gabriel, forced sharing of a bed/accidental stimulation/"is that a candy bar in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

feel free to go where the muse takes on on these guys, i do not demand fealty to prompts, they are jumping-off points

Enjoy XD

Jo didn’t really know how she ended up in this predicament, but she wasn’t really sorry for it. She shivered as she felt the other girl’s finger’s trail down her arms, till they reached her fingers. They intertwined with her own and brought them up to Pamela’s face so she could touch. No words we’re spoken as she brushed the pads of her thumbs over the soft skin there. She could feel Pam smile before she saw it and couldn’t help but mirror the action.

“You have very soft hands.” Pamela whispered with a chuckle and Jo blushed a little, her cheeks flaring up a bit as she leaned in, her eyes still closed.

“You have… soft cheeks.” She countered and that only caused Pam to laugh as she leaned in as well, their noses brushing with each other. Jo could feel Pam’s breath on her lips and she sucked in her own, itching to open her eyes, to look at the girl who seemed to be digging under her skin, driving her a little crazy.

Pam trailed her hands back up till it cupped the back of Jo’s neck and leaned in the rest of the way, their lips brushing softly against one another’s, almost chastely until Pam pressed in completely. Jo’s arm’s wrapped around Pam’s neck as the kiss became more exploratory, lips moving at a slightly awkward pace, but it was nice. It felt like a high, a pleasant one, one that no joint or drug could ever give her, and Jo was lost in it.

Jo had never kissed a girl before, but this was good very good, better then any guy she’d ever kissed, and there’s hadn’t been many of those.

Pam’s teeth reached out to grasp at her bottom lip, tugging at his before sucking it into her mouth. Jo gasped. Her eyes flew open, creating that too-bright sensation, like when you’re inside in a dark room for hours and then walk out into the sunshine. She stared at Pam’s face, soft and smooth and tinged with pink, sunglasses on to cover her missing eyes.

Jo broke the kiss, gripping the glasses and slowly removing them to place them on the table beside her. She stared at the round; milky globes placed into the sockets and leaned in, placing a kiss to both. Pam shivered and Jo smiled before letting out a startled yelp as Pam hoisted herself onto the table, gently pushing Jo back and moving so she was cradling her hips. Jo watched in fascination as Pam looked down at her, or at least tilted her head in the direction.

“It’s not as bad as you think,” she chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss just under Jo’s ear. “It has its perks, you see, when you can’t see anything, your other senses sort of have to, compensate.” Her breath was warm against Jo’s neck as she nipped at the earlobe, tugging it, causing her to tremble. “Everything becomes heightened, touch…it’s like being a virgin, all over again, every single time.”

Pam moved her lips to rest them over Jo’s pulse point, applying as little pressure as she could before nipping at the flesh, causing her to gasp. Pamala ran her hands down before grabbing the cloth inside Jo’s belt, the drying towel she had grabbed, fresh and new and unused. She watched as Pam ran her fingers over the surface before grabbing the corners of opposite end’s, one top on bottom, and leaning down.

“Do you trust me?” she whispered and Jo nodded feverishly, pulling her closer. Pam smiled. “Close your eyes.”

Jo did as she was told and then shivered when she felt the cloth brush her cheeks, catch on her nose and then settle over her eyes. She chewed on her bottom lip but raised her head so Pam could tie it. She opened her eyes to the darkness as the cloth blocked out all light. She was tempted to remove it; to ask what was going on, when Pam’s fingers brushed over her left nipples over her shirt. She jerked gasping and reaching out to grab Pam’s shoulders.

Pam had been right about the sensations, they were heightened and the not know, the not seeing it coming just added to the thrill, sending her nerves on fire. When Pam’s hands passed over the span of her stomach, under her shirt Jo arched her back, the breath knocked from her lungs.

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Things picked up after that as She sat up, Pam tugging her shirt over her head, being careful not to disturb the blindfold. Jo tugged her off just as fast and arched into the feel of nails scraping down her back. This was nothing like the touch of a guy; this one was soft, calculating, like they knew just where to touch and how to do it to send her head spinning.

Pam laid her back down as she cupped her breast in warm palms, thumbs brushing across her nipples, ripping soft mewls of want out of Jo’s throat as she arched into her ministrations. “Pam...” She breathed and squirmed before soft lips covered hers. Jo melted into it, her own fingers exploring the soft skin of Pamela’s back, dragging her nails, making them catch in some area’s and smiling when the other girl moaned into her mouth.

Pam’s lips left hers and Jo sat up, trying to chase them, her eyes searching back and froth in the darkness until there it was. Jo’s groaned and collapsed back against the pool table, as she felt the hot-wet feeling of Pam’s mouth surrounding her nipples, sucking and licking and oh God… Jo felt like she was slowly coming apart piece by piece as she slid her fingers into Pam’s hair, fingertips massaging her scalp.

Pam bit down gently and Jo whimpered, squirming before it was over, then she was back again, lavishing the other nipple and Jo was coming undone all over again. Then, just as quickly as it started it was over and Jo tried to tug her back but Pam just chuckled, leaning up to kiss her once more and Jo’s hands slid from her hair.

And then Pam’s touch was completely gone.

Jo furrowed her brows and propped herself up on the table when Pam’s hands were back, they were undoing her jeans and Jo wished she could see it, see Pam fiddling with the buttons and zipper before grabbing the belt loops and tugging them off, revealing blue, frilly bootie shorts. She heard Pam snort and then they too were gone. Jo felt a blush creep onto her cheeks before Pam was hovering over her again, pulling her more onto the pool table as she leaned down to kiss her once more.

Holy fuck….

Jo arched up, crying out at the sudden feel of Pam’s thumb and fore finger grasping her clit and rolling it in circles. She wrapped her arms around Pam’s neck almost desperately, seeking something, anything to keep her grounded as pleasure rushed through her like a tsunami. She whimpered and bucked her hips as Pam’s fore finger left, but her thumb continued to move it in circles, keeping her up in the clouds as she moaned and wreathed.

And then it got better.

Pamela, the sneaky devil, had slipped a finger inside her and was now moving it in time with her thumb and Jo didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She trembled as she clung to Pam as if she was going to fall apart if she didn’t. She tipped her head, trying to find her lips and Pam lifted her head after Jo’s nose had connected with her forehead and kissed her back, swallowing every moan and whimper Jo let loose.

Jo bucked her hips, thrusting them down in time as Pam added a second finger, quickening her pace and that was all it took, which was a little embarrassing. Her head dropped back as she cried out, Pam’s name on her lips as she came the hardest she could ever remember. She collapsed bonelessly onto the table and pulled Pam close, kissing her with intent this time, licking her way into her mouth and exploring every inch until they broke apart, leaving Jo even more breathless.

“That… I don’t… God Pam is it always like that?” she asked in a pant and Pam laughed softly.

“It can be, depends who you are with.” She smiled and Jo finally removed the cloth so she could look up at Pam, the girl who had just showed her things she’d never experienced before. She smiled and hooked her legs around Pam’s waist and used her hunting reflexes and strength to flip them over as she pinned Pam’s arms above her head.

“I want to try, I want to give you everything you just gave me and more.” Jo whispered and Pam shivered under her.

“Whats stopping you?” She smirked up and Jo smiled, shaking her head.

Nothing…

//AN//

So, you have given me a new pariing, thank you very much... XD

I will porbably expend on this, making a whole fic off of it...when I don't have so much stuff to write, and I hope you liked it. It's been a while since I wrote femmslash sex, well, I wrote one bu it was non-con and for an exchange...anywho, hope you enjoyed!

Ps. I will also be writting your second prompt, once at least everyone on here has one!

Edited 2010-12-21 03:59 (UTC)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! This was awesomesauce!!!!!!! XD XD So hot. I love the idea of Jo just overwhelmed, Pamela taking her for the ride of her life.... nnnngh!!! You hit my kink so hard. This pairing is adorbs and needs more love!!

Unf unf unf!! I absolutely love it, thank you so, so, so much!!! XD

I'm glad you liked, this was a new pairing for me and I always get so nervouse with new pairings. Like I said, I may expand on this prompt, not sure yet.

Michael/Lucifer, in the cage - Michael tries to make amends.

Jared/Richard - Jared welcomes Richard back on the set in Season Six (obviously all speculation because I don't know anything about the spoilers or whatever xD)

They should have seen it coming, Richard returning to set. The fans loved him, even if his character was minor. It was a little shocking the fan-base he gained so quickly, and yet Jared knew exactly how it had come by. There was something about the shorter man; he was a crowd pleaser. He knew just what to do, say and act to cause people to laugh or cheer or just fall over themselves to try and get closer to him.

Jared wasn’t immune to this, he was just better at hiding it then most. And by better at hiding he meant avoiding the man as much as he could.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Richard, it was the total opposite actually. See, it all started when they had first met, Richard was this mysterious man who – even without being a total goof like Jay himself – could send anyone in a fit of laughter. There was just something about the way he chose his words, almost like he had practised them all many times before, in front of a mirror to get them just right.

Jared was also pretty sure it came naturally.

And did he mention Rich’s smile? It was so wide and volumous and so damn contagious Jared couldn’t help but smile with him – nor could anyone else. And he just seemed so untouchable, that Jared had been left in awe. Which led to their second meeting, when filming Mystery spot where he was pretty sure he fell for the shorter man, what with all those emotional scene and the up-in-your-face lines between Sam and Gabriel.

So when Gabriel was killed off – Jared had yet to express his undying love for the man – Jay thought that was it, it was over he’d never have to see Rich again and feel miserable at his lack of courage to ask him on a date. Not that Jared was chicken or anything, no, it was just hard when it came to Richard. Jared had been jealous when Misha and Matt Cohen – though, they bonded more when the conventions started – had made friends with him so easily.

Jared had though out way to get close to the man, but needed up stumbling over the words or not even attempt them. So, when they heard there was a chance Gabriel would be back on Supernatural was only fair that his heart speed up, and that he ignored Jen for a while and instead focused on the blood roaring in his veins. Then the bomb shell that it might now be Richard, but a reincarnation or maybe Gabriel’s kids… Jared may have been a little crush.

Apparently this had been a decoy, because here he was, walking on set grinning with Misha who had seemed to keep it a secret. Richard turned his way and smiled and Jared couldn’t help but smile back; it was still contagious. He walked over and Jared leaned back on his feet, fighting with his inner school girl – which was what Richard seemed to break him down too – and forced words out.

“Well, looks like the fans are going to be pleased.” He chuckled and Richard nodded, still grinning as he waved at Misha who was slipping off to go recite lines with Sebastian – there was a huge brotherly spat about to happen between Balthazar and Castiel. “So, how’d you manage to keep it a secret with Misha knowing? You know he likes to spoil him ‘minions’”

“I asked him, really nicely, not to tell, otherwise I’d tell Matt and not him…and of course it worked. Besides, keeping this from the masses, it was worth it for how they are going to explode. He, quote ‘wants to crash Tumblr again’.”

Jared chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, that sounds like him alright.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, I heard you caved and got a Twitter account?”

It was Richards turn to laugh. “Yeah, there was a bunch of guys on the set of ‘Three Blind Saints’ talking about it and a bunch of my Facebook fans were begging so I finally caved, you should get one too Jay.”

Jared’s heart did not skip a beat at the nickname; that would have been cliché.

“I don’t think I’d have time.” Richard nodded and turned to walk away before pausing. “You’ve never really talked to me much, this is surprising, thanks for the welcome.” He smiled and Jared felt his cheek burn a bit.

Edited 2010-12-21 06:35 (UTC)

“No problem, sorry if I made you feel unwelcome or anything, me and Jen just have a lot of lines to memorize for more then one script and we tend to like to practice together, makes it easier…But there seem to be a lot of lines with Sam and Gabriel in this, so maybe you’d like to… toss some back and froth, to try and get in the mood?”

Richard smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that Jay.”

There went the non-heart-beat-skipping again.

Richard was just about to turn and leave for the second time when they heard laughter, or well, one laugh. It was coming from Misha who was staring at them with the biggest smirk on his face… and that wasn’t unnerving. Jared had seen that smirk before; that was Misha I-just-pranked-someone-good smirk. Jared had seen it many times during their little prank wars.

Richard made a very loud intake of breath and when no sound of release followed, Jared’s eyes found Richard and then lifted upwards to see what he saw.

Mistletoe.

Shit.

He could hear Jensen’s choked off laughter and Jared couldn’t move his eyes away from the evil plant above his and Richard’s head. He had been sure that Misha had gone to recite lines with Sebastian, but no, he hadn’t; he’d been waiting for this.

Jared finally tore his eyes away and caught Richard staring at him with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. He licked his lips and tried to find the right words to say, some joke to pass this off, maybe run as far and fast as he could? Yeah, that sounded like a really good idea right now. Not that Jared didn’t want to kiss Richard, it was because he did that he wanted to flee. He was scared if he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Richard made the decision for them

“Well, it is the holidays, and it is tradition.” Richard rubbed the back of his neck and stared up at him and damn it, it wasn’t his fault that Richard just looked so… inviting.

So he nodded and took a step forward, closing the space between them. Richard stared up at him before leaning up on his tippy toes – he was so short - and Jared saved him the rest of the trip by bending over and then their lips brushed. It was almost instantaneous that Jared wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close and Richard ballad his fists in his shirt and then they were kissing.

It wasn’t soft, slow sweeps of lips, it was the clash of tongues and teeth and it was hot and needy and made Jared’s head spin. Richard licked his way inside Jared’s mouth, taking control which Jared was completely okay with giving over as he tangled his tongue with the other mans, taking in his taste, the feet the warmth and then, all too quickly it was over, leaving them both panting.

“Welcome back.” Jared panted, cheeks burning and he was happy to see Richard blushing as well.

“Yeah…”Richard nodded and licked his lips.

Jared may not be ready to tell Richard everything yet, but at least he was pretty sure Richard liked him back.

He smiled.

///AN///

I hope you liked, this was really, really fun to write! X3

I will write your second Pormpt when I make sure everyone has at least one!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
EPIC SQUEE OF AWESOME JARED/RICHARD UST!
IT RHYMES SO IT MUST BE TRUE.

Oh this was awesome *happy sigh* If only...*mind goes to darker places* Heehee x3

This was lovely, thank you hun! *hugs, purrs, snuzzgles, nuzzles, all that good stuff*

I'm glad you liked it, I love writting these two, they are so adorable XD

I may expand on a whole bu8nch of these gift's...if I can get other stuff done first.

ANYTHING WHERE BOBBY IS A PIMP. IDK. XD

Just so you know you make Jas go up an ovtave or two and giggle/laugh...I think it was a giggle-laugh.

Bobby was in the back seat of his limo, with a lap-full of a handsy, and drunk, Crowley. The windows to the car were tinted and the driver had the music up loud in the cab so he didn’t have to hear what was happening between them. Being a mob boss now-a-day’s didn’t amount to much, but in a small town like this, and with the right leverage, it paid enough to keep him sedated, and the town scrambling not to go bankrupt.

This also meant a steady stream of girl – and guys if he so wished – who wanted to be his ‘whore’ but Bobby never kept any of them, or touched them really. It didn’t matter that he was older, and they could have been his kids. No, Bobby had eyes for only one person, sand that person was currently trying to remove his jacket with clumsy hands.

Bobby placed his own on top of the other mans, which were softer then his own. Crowley looked up at him with glossy eyes and a cheeky grin as he leaned down and kissed him. Bobby kissed back, moving to grip the small amount of hair on his head, deepening the kiss before smoothing it out from it’s clumsy-drunken attempt.

There weren’t many times when Crowley wasn’t drinking, but the amount of times when he’d get drunk was slim and Bobby knew he had to take these times slowly, ease him back into that level head he always seemed to keep. It was times like these that Bobby was gentle, caring, always making sure Crowley was taken care of, instead of Crowley taking care of him.

So, he moved and slowly unbuttoned Crowley’s now-wrinkled – he would bitch about this later – black button down and pushed it off his shoulders and tugged it off his arm’s, pulling him closer as his fingers explored his back, digging nails and finger’s into places that he know Crowley loved. He felt Crowley finally undo his own shirt and soon they were chest to chest, mouths moving together perfectly.

“Crowley, I want you to put your arms around my neck and keep them there.” Crowley hesitated for a moment, still mule headed even drunk before he finally complied. Bobby shifted, grabbing Crowley’s hips and positing him so that his thighs were on either side of his own, and smiled as he removed a from his waist and cupped his lovers erection.

Crowley wasn’t another one of the whores – men or woman – who threw themselves at him, no, Crowley was his everything and Bobby took care of him always. So he quickly lifted Crowley with his knees, and after Crowley got the hint he lifted himself up so that Bobby could pull down his pants. Bobby did the same with his boxers, only far enough to reveal Crowley’s erection, which was already showing interest.

Bobby gripped at the base and Crowley shuddered, his fingers tangling in the small hairs on the back of his neck as he attempted to keep his hand there, or that’s at least what Bobby thought. He pressed a kiss to the side of Crowley’s neck before slowly dragging his hand up to the tip, where he ran a thumb down the sleep, causing Crowley to tremble. He smiled at that before dragging it back down to the base, keeping it slow, and steady.

Crowley shivered in his lap, thrusting up, trying to get more Friction and Bobby waited a few moments before picking up his pace, using his free hand to message and fondle his balls. Crowley gasped and moaned, bucking his hips and digging his nails into the back of Bobby’s neck but he paid it no attention, just worked on pleasing Crowley and listening to the sound’s he made into the crook of his neck where his face was buried.

It didn’t take much before Crowley was crying out his name, coming all over his fingers and stomach.

After a few moments for him to catch his breath he curled into Bobby, arms falling limp as he closed his eyes. “I got you dirty.” He whispered and then was quiet. Bobby looked over and chuckled as he saw the other man fast asleep. “Sleep tight ya- Idjit.” He mumbled before grabbing the tissue from the seat next to them, cleaning himself off. He then leaned his head to the side, placing a kiss to his cheek.

Bobby may have been a rough and tumble mob boss, but when it came to Crowley, well, he just couldn’t stay that way.

///AN///

Well, this went from Bobby being pimp to Bobby the mob boss and from cracky to quite seriouse :O if I knew how to write a mobster I would have expanded this. XD

Hope you enjoyed!

Edited 2010-12-21 08:10 (UTC)

8D
this. is. BRILLIANT.
*shudders* I cannot explain the brilliance in words. However something like
'HHHNGG'
might do the trick.
Thanks for writing this, love XD

No problem, glad you like it. I would so write more of thjis world, but I have no clue about the life of a Mobboss O.o so it ends at this XD

(any pairing, but pleaaase, no Bal Cas?)

First Christmas as a couple, maybe involving cute little puppy? (like an angel or demon thinking that was what you're SUPPOSED to do on Christmas?)

Misha/Jen locked in a trailer, Christmas Eve

<.< I dun do Misha/Jen, my cw rpf pairings are Jared/Richard, Misha/Sebastian and Jim/Mark XD

Chuck stared down at the box in his lap.

It had been a year and a half since the Apocalypse that wasn’t – apparently this had been Gods plan all alone, shutting both Lucifer and Michael away in a cage where they’d have to ‘kiss and make up’. He hadn’t planned for Adam and Sam to get caught in the crossfire, but there were always casualties in War, it wasn’t avoidable. Still, Chuck had felt back for the youngest Winchester and so when he got one wish, he’d asked for Adam back, safe and sound.

He knew Dean would find a way to get Sam back, that there was a road for them till fix their broken brotherhood, but Adam, Adam had no one. Adam had been forgotten and discarded and well, Chuck wasn’t having any of that. So, he’d asked God if Adam could be safe, maybe return to heaven with his mother, or get to live a new life, one without any pain or suffering, or at least a minimal amount of it.

He hadn’t expected Adam to show up in a crumpled heap on the foot of his bed… with no memory. It had shocked him at first, but it was quickly becoming some of the best times of his life. Adam wasn’t incompetent, and he was pretty fun to have around. He helped fold laundry and doing the dishes was no longer dreaded because Adam was there with a way to actually make it fun.

Now it was Christmas and Adam was staring at him with eyes that shimmered in the light of the crackling fire, knees tucked under him. He was wearing a plain blue long-sleeved shirt and fuzzy green pyjama bottoms. Chuck himself was wearing his robe and a pair of snowmen pyjama bottoms as Adam ushered him to open the package that was wobbling in his lap.

And then it barked.

And then Adam was laughing.

“Your face!” he choked out and held his stomach as he rolled back and forth slightly. The gift barked again and then whimpered which was followed by scratching. Chuck carefully removed the top off of the box and sitting there, head cocked to the side, tongue lolling in and out… was a puppy. A golden retriever puppy that barked up at him before placing both its front paws on the lid of the box to.

This didn’t work out and the box ended up tumbling over and the puppy with it. It let out a soft yelp and tumbled into his lap before shaking its head and staring up at Chuck, wagging its little tail. Okay, the thing was adorable and Adam seemed to be having an aneurism on the floor so Chuck picked up the small animal and pet it, shaking his head as he watched the younger man slowly regained his composure.

“You just seem to sad all the time, I thought you could use something to cheer you up.” Adam grinned as he reached over and scratched behind it’s ears before Chuck placed it down, so that it could explore. They both watched as it raced over to the Christmas tree before it’s paw’s got caught up under him and some wrapping paper, sending the Puppy sprawling.

“That’s… that’s adorable.” Chuck laughed softly and picked the puppy up. “I think you should be called klutz.” He smiled and Adam snorted.

“I have to deal with two klutzes now?” Chuck felt his cheeks flushing and Adam grinned. “Not that I mind.” He reached over and gave Chuck a kiss on the lips, soft and sweet and chaste before pulling back, his own cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat. “So, where’s mine?”

Chuck couldn’t keep the goofy grin off his face.

///AN///

I hope you like this, if you don;t like the pairing I could do you a different one, but I enjoyed writting this so I hope you enjoyed reading it!

I don't do Misha/Jen, so if you want to leave me a differnt second prompt, I will do you another, depending.

Edited 2010-12-21 09:12 (UTC)

TROLOLOLOL JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.

Gabriel the snowman was a jolly happy soul,
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal...

There's yer prompt. GO NUTS. XD

- Gabriel/Sam or Gabriel/Michael: Misteltoe!made them do it

- Dean/Cas- priest!kink

- Ruby/Cas and Dean/Cas- jealousy. "What the Hell, Cas? The Pizza Guy?!"

<3

I'll do the Gabe/Sam since I do none of those other pairings O.o My pairings were listed up top and in the tags X3

I'm somehow a bit late isn't it? :/
So well, only if you got time, I'd love to have a Chuck/mysterious guest (from Becky to Adam). I don't know, maybe somebody has been annoyed by Chuck books?

or... Balthazar having fun talking to Cas about the sword of Michael? But obviously Cas doesn't understand that reference.

But only if you have time my dear :)

I always have time for you love ^^

awwww THANK YOU! ♥

No problem hun.

ALRIGHT SO I'M REALLY LATE!

I'M WRITING YOUR PRESENT RIGHT NOW, IF THAT MAKES THIS BETTER.

PROMPT: The angels are celebrating Christmas. That is, Lucifer made an awesome Christmas Eve dinner and the kids loved it all. But Michael never showed up until Christmas afternoon. Uh oh.

...

casiedearestfic/

theinsaneeraser... a love that is pure and true?

I'm sending you a meszage, please reply.

Christmas Gift Meme!

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Gift: What if God was One of us [Adam/Chuck - PG 1/1]

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