My Five Acts
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theinsaneeraser
My Five Acts
1. Sensory Deprivation
2. Collaring
3. Wing!Kink
4. Public or Semi-Public Sex
5. Spanking
My Fandoms
Haven, Legend of the Seeker, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF
My Pairings
Supernatural: Everything but Cas/Dean, Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Sam and Sam/Lucifer (no Ruby or Zacharaih or Cassy ANYTHING.) Bonus points for Femmeslash and the pairings: Anna/Young!Mary, Castiel/Crowley, Castiel/Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Meg, Castiel/Sam, Dean/Lucifer, Dean/Uriel, Gabriel/Sam and Jo/Pam.
Supernatural RPF: Jared/Richard, Jared/Richard/Sebastian, Jensen/Misha/Sebastian, Jim/Mark, Richard/Sebastian, Misha/Sebastian.
Haven: Audrey/Duke, Audrey/Duke/Nathan, Audrey/Julia, Duke/Nathan.
Legend of the Seeker: Darken Raul/Richard, Kahlan/any female on the show. Bonus points for Kahlan/Cara.
Have fun my dears!
Fills
Dean/Lucifer - Collaring, PWP
Gabriel/Sam - Semi-Public Sex
Anna/Young!Mary - Sensory Deprivation
Gabriel/Sam - semi-public sex
Jo/Pam - Spanking
Jo/Pam - Semi Public Sex
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PWP, Lucifer/Dean, collaring
on 2011-05-10 09:35 am (UTC)He's beyond the point of no return, has no time for regrets, and Lucifer is curling two fingers under the collar and pulling him to his feet, out of the kneeling position. There's a brief kiss, but Dean returns it only half-heartedly, still caught up in the magnitude of what he has done.
There's a sharp pain across his face, and Dean blinks his eyes open to realize that Lucifer has slapped him.
"I did not do this to let you ignore me," Lucifer says, and then Dean is thrown back to the wall, pinned with invisible forces, helpless.
Lucifer approaches him, curls fingers around the base of Dean's cock and then Dean is bound there as well, a ring holding him back from release.
Dean opens his mouth to speak and stops himself just in time, remembering that Lucifer had mentioned disliking being talked back to.
"Good boy," Lucifer says, and then Dean is sliding down the wall, still frozen helplessly, and Lucifer catches his hips, thrusting in deeply, harshly.
Dean has to bite his lip to keep from crying out with the pain of it, and watches Lucifer watch him, watches how Lucifer's slowly loses focus, how his thrusts grow more erratic as he goes on, and watches how Lucifer comes silently, eyes closed, and Dean feels his body slump, his again to move, and he grips Lucifer's arms for support.
"Please," he asks through gritted teeth.
"No," Lucifer says, and runs fingers through Dean's hair. "You need to wait."
Re: PWP, Lucifer/Dean, collaring
on 2011-05-10 09:57 am (UTC)Poor Dean, he really just needs to learn when to stop.
Re: PWP, Lucifer/Dean, collaring
on 2011-05-10 10:03 am (UTC)Gabriel/Sam, Semi-Public Sex
on 2011-05-10 01:01 pm (UTC)"C'mon Sammy, live a little." Gabriel peeled down the denim of Sam's jeans and Sam's hips lifted of their own accord to help. Traitorous hips.
"Not in public," Sam hissed.
Gabriel shrugged. "Semi-public," he corrected, then snapped his fingers. "There, no one can see in. Better?"
Sam tried not to think about come on the seats of the Impala. He needn't have worried, because Gabriel lowered his head and did his best impression of a Hoover, licking away Sam's pre-come and hollowing his cheeks to suck enthusiastically.
Sam fisted his hands into Gabriel's shirt, trying not to fuck Gabriel's mouth and failing spectacularly. Gabriel hummed encouragement and his fingers cradled Sam's balls, and then Sam was falling, riding out his orgasm as Gabriel milked him dry.
There was a furious thump on the hood of the car. "My eyes!" Dean thundered. "You are in so much trouble."
Gabriel looked at Sam, unrepentant and amused. "Okay, I may have lied about the window thing."
Re: Gabriel/Sam, Semi-Public Sex
on 2011-05-10 02:30 pm (UTC)Re: Gabriel/Sam, Semi-Public Sex
on 2011-05-10 04:21 pm (UTC)Re: Gabriel/Sam, Semi-Public Sex
on 2011-05-10 10:52 pm (UTC)This was perfect, thank you :D I always love it when Gabe tries to get Sam to have sex in the Impala.
Also, I return fills, so you have been added to my list of five-acts to write for.
Beating the Retreat (Young!Mary/Anna, NC-17, sensory deprivation) [1/2]
on 2011-05-11 06:02 am (UTC)A week since Mary brought her home and Anna learned she’d somehow lost her hearing in the wrenching teleportation, deaf to both the human world and the Heavenly Host, and it’s so frightening she almost feels human again.
It’s been a week of opportunities to end the threat of the apocalypse, but all Anna’s accomplished is learning how to achieve a 60s coif in her hair and how to read the shift in Mary’s mood through the smallest shift in her expressions. She’s had her chances, but then Mary surprises her with a gesture of kindness, a blinding, involuntary smile that makes Anna’s stomach flip, and every time she thinks okay, tomorrow.
It’s one of these times when they’ve finished dinner, Mary’s parents have gone to bed, and Anna is helping her put the last of the dishes away. Anna wonders if they would have been so accommodating if it was an injured man Mary brought home after learning Anna had no family to speak of.
Anna’s become fairly decent at reading lips, but she can’t tell what’s troubling Mary when she leans against the sink, blonde curled hair obscuring her profile.
Anna touches her arm and Mary smiles at her, but it’s thin and sad, not quite reaching her eyes and Anna thinks that it might be John on her mind.
I’m sorry, she sees Mary mouth, careful and articulated, just for her.
Anna gives Mary a bracing smile and rubs her shoulder. She doesn’t trust her voice, how the sounds will form or that her true voice wouldn’t bleed through the syllables if she couldn’t hear them, so she doesn’t speak any more.
Mary’s eyes shine with a light of gratitude and Anna sees the moment something changes, stills, and then Mary leans in to kiss her.
Anna stiffens and instead of mission, or even the last plates on the drying rack, she can only think about how soft Mary’s mouth is, how Mary’s perfume makes her want to breathe in so deep until she’d forget the scent of everything else, and she trembles as Mary’s body presses against hers, gentle and slow, giving her the chance to pull away.
She pulls her hand from the sink instead, trailing hot, sudsy water over their clothes as she buries her hand in Mary’s hair and feels the threads matte and coil between her fingers.
Kissing Mary makes her entire body hum and she thinks some words finally slip out when Mary pulls back and looks at her in surprise.
You’re beautiful, Anna had been thinking, and it’s true, even more from this close.
Anna misses Mary’s words muffled in their next kiss, but she’s smiling. She pulls Anna after her, up the stairs, and soon those thin, strong fingers are undoing Anna’s clothes, pushing her down to Mary’s bed. The cold is bearable as Anna rests on her elbows and reaches for Mary when the young hunter settles between her thighs, climbing up Anna’s body to kiss her sweetly. Mary drags the breath from her slowly and Anna feels herself groan as Mary’s kisses turn from sweet to long, drawn, and hungry.
Mary fits against her so easily after she draws one of Anna’s legs up the bed to nestle closer, and everywhere Anna touches, Mary’s skin is smooth and warm. She feels the strength of Mary’s muscles cording and shifting as well, but she’s only human and Anna’s instincts don’t rise to the threat of this other woman’s power; all she can think in that moment is that she has no idea how she’s supposed to kill her.
Mary breathes words against her neck, mirroring Anna’s exploration with her hands and her perfect mouth, travelling down Anna’s body until she’s pressing wet kisses to the lines of her pelvis and Anna barely manages to nod, fingers tightening in Mary’s hair, when the other woman glances up in silent question.
Re: Beating the Retreat (Young!Mary/Anna, NC-17, sensory deprivation) [2/2]
on 2011-05-11 06:03 am (UTC)She tries to think about her hand in Mary’s hair, about not clenching her thighs around Mary’s head, because she’s still an angel and she’s afraid she’ll forget her own strength. Her chest aches with the stagger of her breaths as she tries to slow, but then Mary’s fingers are pulling her apart, thrusting inside along her tongue before rising to roughly suckle her clit and she forgets what she is, what she came here for, mind racing with the desperate mantra of Marymarymarywantyou.
She may say some of that aloud because in the next moment Mary’s hand slaps over her mouth, Anna smells her own musk on Mary’s fingers, and Mary’s eyes are laughing as she motions with that same hand for Anna to be quiet.
Anna smiles beneath Mary’s hand. This was better anyway because Anna could reach Mary from here. She shivers with the thrill of watching Mary’s eyes slip shut when Anna slides fingers inside of her, watches Mary’s soft frown at the first darts of pleasure, her expression betraying the sensation as Anna begins to scissor and thrust and by the time Mary’s entire body is rocking with the motion, milking Anna’s fingers, Mary’s fitted her hand back between them. Anna’s breath hitches, she lets Mary winds their legs together, every warm, flushed inch of her Anna’s to bear as blonde hair fills her vision and she thinks Mary’s going to burn her down.
Mary pushes Anna to her release first, a thumb on her clit and three fingers deep, and Anna’s grateful that when her vision clears there are no shattered windows and Mary’s still above her, shaking, eyes heavy with lust, and Anna pushes her onto her back, buries her face between her legs before she even considers what she’s doing.
Every inch of Mary’s skin seems perfumed, but Anna chases the musk and sweat of her, surprised by the heat and slickness she finds and the way Mary’s body curls around her. She notices Mary tangles her hand in the sheets as her hips buck under Anna’s mouth, and she wonders what Mary sounds like when she’s on her back like this. Anna wonders if she’s quiet and controlled, judging by the slow, deep rise of her chest and the hand Mary strokes up the long, blinding line of her body, palming her own breast before it tangles in her hair with frustration.
Mary is so beautiful.
It hits Anna that she wants everything of this woman. She can’t hear what Mary sounds like, but she can imagine it’s broken, husky, and whimpered, and she doesn’t want Mary to go quietly. When Mary finally seizes, body going taut for a few trembling seconds, Anna feels the vibration of her voice where Anna’s still buried within her, and she feels a sympathetic clench within herself.
Mary kisses her with a warm, sated smile and nuzzles her cheek when Anna curls up beside her. With the blanket drawn up over them and the cold settling back in, Anna traces fingers over Mary’s elbow and admits that she might have to revise her apocalypse-averting strategy.
Re: Beating the Retreat (Young!Mary/Anna, NC-17, sensory deprivation) [2/2]
on 2011-05-11 08:22 am (UTC)HBGFYVEFBGSDFUBGUSDBGYUSDBUGYBSDFYUBGSDFBGFBFGYUBDFYUBGYUYDFUBGDFYBGYUDF
YOU. BROKE. ME.
NNNG, SO HARD TO FIND GOOD FEMMESLASH THAT DOESN;T INVOLVE MARY AND OMFC OMFCOMFCOMFOMFHYU89BGIDFGTDFVG 7TDVF
YOU ARE A GODDESS I LOVE YOU AND THIS AND DYUBGUDBVGTUB7FYUBGYBFYUGBYDF
Imma just go diem quietly and happily over in that corner now.
Re: Beating the Retreat (Young!Mary/Anna, NC-17, sensory deprivation) [2/2]
on 2011-05-11 09:33 am (UTC)And I'm not a goddess, I'm just the sort of person who likes writing everything :D.
Re: Beating the Retreat (Young!Mary/Anna, NC-17, sensory deprivation) [2/2]
on 2011-05-11 09:44 am (UTC)SPN - Sam/Gabe!human!au; semipublic/public sex [R-NC17ish]
on 2011-05-11 02:14 pm (UTC)"Countrary to popular belief, I am a gentlmen."
Sammy chuckles to himself and despite himself he can't hold the urge back to sneek a quick peek on Gabriel's right cheek bone. After all, Gabriel didn't have to accompany him here. Sam is blushing all the while and departs with such a rush, leaving Gabriel standing there pondering if he ever did feel those lips upon his cheek.
To say Sam Winchester is shy, is an understatment. This was nothing, Sam pushes away when he wants to hand hold or just randomly glomp him in public. At least, he's making some progress though, leading Sam to do what he just did but if he thinks he can get away with that, that easily... He's wrong.
By now, Sammy has scurried himself in the far back of the library, hiding himself within the shelves of the many books. This is his favorite place in the whole world. He can vanish here. Of course, not from Gabriel. Gabe always knows where to find him, pull him to the surface from fiction into reality.
Sam is just about to pull down one of the thick old classics down from the top shelf because he's tall, he doesn't need a step stool when familiar hands grab him by the shoulders, turns him around and pins him against the shelf.
"Gabriel," Sam warns.
Gabe smirks. Yes, he knows Sam's rules but all rules were meant to be broken sooner than later and he chose sooner. Before Sam can protest anylonger, lips come crashing down on his, there is tugging, pulling and forcefull entrance of the tounge that only makes one Samuel Winchester wimper. Then Gabe goes to remind Sammy that he's all hands, and those hands are all over him, ripping apart Sam's favorite shirt so he can slide down without something in his way and down to his pants. He slips his hand down to Sam's already hard leaking cock to take hold of it.
"Gabe..." Sam moans into his boyfriend's mouth and when Gabriel starts to stroke him, that does it for him. He's bucking into his hand and as he comes he's forgetting that their in public, in a library no less and worrying about somone seeing them now is far from his mind.
Re: SPN - Sam/Gabe!human!au; semipublic/public sex [R-NC17ish]
on 2011-05-11 03:24 pm (UTC)SPN/ - JO/PAM; Spanking (R-NC17ish)
on 2011-05-11 02:16 pm (UTC)"Dammit Pammy, I wasn't flirtin' with her!" Jo aruges.
Pam rolls her eyes. "No, ya were way past that!" retorts Pam and her hands goes down again upon Jo's cheeks harder this time.
It was Lindsay. The new bar maid over at The Road House. Pam had gone to pick Jo up like she always did only to find her girlfriend's hand down the new hired helps pants, coming in just to right time to hear another woman cry out her girl's name. The image of that still fresh in her mind sends her hand back down twice. Jo's pale ass now red with hand marks.
By now, the pain is gone. Replaced with a feeling that Jo recognizes all too well. She's wet, despite herself and she has a good idea that Pam can feel it upon her bare legs. And Jo is right, she can. Pam smirks. That's the idea. Jo likes it rough. She never could help that. Then again, that's what attracted Pam in the first place.
Pam brings her hand down for one finale hit.
Jo slips out a moan.
Pam pushes her off her. Jo's sprawled out on the floor now, her skirt and undies came off in the tumble and Pam as a bird's eye view of what God gave her. However, she wields herself be cool and calm here. After all, Jo needs to be taught a lesson here.
Pam gets up to circle her like a vulture. "No food and no sex for ya tonight." she blows kisses her way before taking her leave to their bedroom leaving Jo pouting on the floor and rubbing her sore ass from the spanking that Pam just gave her.
Re: SPN/ - JO/PAM; Spanking (R-NC17ish)
on 2011-05-11 03:25 pm (UTC)Pamela/Jo, semipublic sex
on 2011-05-11 02:31 pm (UTC)Is this what she's reduced to, these days? Teasing younger men about potential threesomes? Fuck that. Pamela needs youth. She needs to throw cares to the wind, she needs sex in a bus shelter near a highway where anyone can pass by at any time.
She needs Jo.
She knows it from the minute she hears Jo's voice, a tough honey drawl that takes after her mother but has a light in it that Ellen's has long since lost. And after that, the moment her hands brush Jo's, she has an instant image in her mind of what the girl looks like, and that just seals it. Those are curls she wants to brush back, to lower her mouth to the scoop of Jo's neck and suckle there, arms wrapping around a slim waist, fingers wandering everywhere. And from the little catch of breath that comes from Jo at that same moment, Pamela thinks she's found her second shot at youth.
Ellen and Jo have come by for a reading, a line on a psychically resonant creature that's passed by in the past few days. Ellen's bullshit meter is good, but Pamela's got a silver tongue, and she manages to convince Ellen that Jo's the one who should drive them off to the store to get supplies for the seance.
"We could be a while," Pamela adds breezily, and doesn't specify why or permit Ellen to answer. Oh, and she leaves her phone behind. By accident.
This is how they end up in Pamela's beat-up old pickup, which has sat unused since Pamela lost her sight but for a few times neighbors have driven her to the store and whatnot. Pamela gives her directions, and Jo drives carefully. Blind or no, Pamela can feel Jo's eyes darting over to examine her.
"You know," she says, "we don't have to go right back home."
Fast forward ten minutes and they're parked by the side of the road and lying on the tarp that lines the pickup's trailer bed. The sun's bright and hot over them, and once in a while a naked leg will swing up into the view of traffic. Pamela chuckles every time she hears a honking horn. "They all want to watch," she murmurs into Jo's flat belly, chuckling.
"Let 'em," Jo says, clutching the dark tangle of Pamela's hair. "Lower... c'mon."
She's desperate, so impatient. Youth is like that. She remembers when lighting that fire was as easy as breathing. These days it's been harder to get into the right mood, but Jo's hitches of breath and trembling limbs are sure as hell helping. And so, oddly enough, is her sightlessness, because when Jo reaches out, drapes an arm across her shoulders or reaches between her legs, Pamela has no idea it's coming. She seizes Jo's face and brings it to hers, kisses full lips, hums into the resonant cavern of Jo's mouth and sighs.
"You're very enthusiastic," she teases.
"So are you," Jo says, and flicks her finger across Pamela's nipple, evoking a cry, to prove it.
Pamela's going to get sunburned, if she doesn't get arrested. Ellen is probably going to yell at them, without even knowing the extent of what they've been up to. But hey, live dangerously while you're young. And Pam feels young again.
Re: Pamela/Jo, semipublic sex
on 2011-05-11 03:06 pm (UTC)I'd like to state here that this is all your fault *g*
Re: Pamela/Jo, semipublic sex
on 2011-05-11 03:10 pm (UTC)Thanks hon!
Re: Pamela/Jo, semipublic sex
on 2011-05-11 03:32 pm (UTC)also Y8VGUVRFVUIGIDFUVGFDVGU PAM BABY, YOU TOTS ARE STILL YOUNG DON'T WORRY AND AND AND JO YOU BAD GIRL YOU. I APPROVE.
Lol, so much for trying to act normal >.>
Re: Pamela/Jo, semipublic sex
on 2011-05-11 03:35 pm (UTC)I love you too!!!!!!!!!!!! and don't ever act normal, i love you just as you are. :D