Five Acts - Round 2

[wolfishxwillow]

The Five Acts Meme

- Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Read other people's lists.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
- Will last from 28th of August to 6th of September

1. Claiming/Marking (with collar)
2. Condition/Training (especially in puppy play context *cough* as with a certain puppydog-eyed Winchester*cough*... what? I didn't say anything...)
3. Abuse (sexual, emotional, and/or violent childhood abuse; past abusive relationships; character A's abuse drives character B into arms of character C)
4. First times (first time between two individuals; losing virginity/cherry)
5. Shyness (embarrassment; blushing or stammering; body shyness or dysmorphic disorder; cultural modesty) - I like a stuttering/blushing/shy boy, alright?

**Any consent for 1, 2, and 3

Fandoms/Pairings
Supernatural: Sam/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Dean, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel (prefer bottom!Sam)
SPN-RPS: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Misha, Jared/Richard (prefer bottom!Jared)

My Fills (what I've written):

-A New Way of Things, Sam/Gabriel, Animalistic Behavior/Characteristics, NC-17 for nightswhisper
-Need You Now, Sam/Gabriel, Rough Sex... sorta, NC-17 for krystalicekitsu

Filled For Me:

-Sam/Gabriel, Body Shyness, PG-13 by jabber_moose

-Collecting Pieces, Sam/Cas/Gabe - NC-17...ish. - Claiming, Training, Abuse, First Times by nightswhisper

Comments

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

Sam/Gabriel, Body Shyness, PG-13

"Oh, i like this," Gabriel decided, eyes raking over the toned body of Sam Winchester, running a finger over Sam's chest. "Wouldn't have pegged you for submission, y'know? But here you are, all hard and waiting for me." Gabriel rubbed his thumb over Sam's hip, slowly.

It was anything anyone could have asked for. Sam stretched out, naked, knees bent and spread.

The only trouble was, Sam had yet to lift those pretty, soulful eyes to look at him.

"Hey, Sam," Gabriel leaned over, touching Sam's cheek. "I'm not that bad to look at, am i?"

"No," Sam said, finally, flushed. "I just...it's weird. Being like this. In front of you." His left arm shifted, self-consciously, across his chest, as if to shield himself.

"You're not exactly a prude," Gabriel leaned down, sucking a mark onto Sam's hip.

Sam moaned, trembling. "Gabriel."

"Why won't you look at me?" Gabriel wanted to see Sam, to know that the younger Winchester was there, with him. That he wanted this as much as Gabriel did, and it wasn't some kind of..obligation.

Sam propped himself onto his elbows, gaze averted, knees drawing up and closed, as if he were trying to make himself smaller.

"I'm..." Sam swallowed. "Flawed. And you're... you ."

Oh. Well, shit.

"Because I'm an angel," Gabriel stated.

Sam flushed deeper, suddenly looking impossibly young, biting his lip. "Well, yeah. I mean...your father is God . Aren't you used to- you know..perfection?"

Gabriel resisted the urge to make a face. Not that it would matter, since Sam wouldn't look at him, anyway. "Sam, has all the blood completely left your head? I mean, running from Heaven? Millenia as a pagan god? My royally screwed up family? And you think i want perfection?"

Sam lifted his head, unsure.

"And they call you the smart one," Gabriel sighed, and snapped, plunging the room into pitch darkness. "I had big plans. You owe me. Big time."

If Sam answered, Gabriel didn't hear. He was too busy pressing Sam onto the bed, and letting Sam's shuddering body and moans of pleasure speak for what Gabriel couldn't see.

Collecting Pieces - Sam/Cas/Gabe - NC-17...ish. - Claiming, Training, Abuse, First Times

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

and a touch of shyness.

Hope this works! Attempted to fit as many kinks in as possible. :)

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He didn’t like looking at Sam. Sam was confusing. Sam was wrong. He was someone with so much faith, who had fallen so far, and dragged himself up again. In some ways he was too much like the younger Winchester. And like him, he knew the constant need to pay for the sins that you didn’t necessarily even control. It was a knot that never left your stomach.

Because he knew the agony he wanted nothing more then to help him. His own transgressions against his brethren were many. But Sam’s own, they were so human. And for that they were more then forgivable. They were expected. Castiel knew, of course, that Sam would never accept that as explination. He could move on from the past, but it hung on his heart like a stain.

Which is how he found himself here, towering over the other man with eyes cold and unfeeling. He retreated back into himself, into the warrior he once was. Dean was away, who knew where. And Sam had remained alone in his own self-punishment. Castiel was fed up with it. If he felt he needed to pay a price to someone, then let it be.

Maybe Sam knew what was coming. Maybe he had wished for it. But whatever the reason he showed no fear when Castiel lowered himself down towards him. He grabbed the other man’s undershirt with a fist and dragged him up from his leaning back position against the headboard. For all his size, Sam seemed to shrink beneath him.

With a cold snap Castiel ripped off his tie and fastened it around Sam’s neck. He warped the tail around his fist, drawing Sam close into his space. It wasn’t tight enough to choke him. But it was commanding. Sam inhaled sharply, his eyes wide and accepting if not a bit frightened.

“Knees. Now.” Castiel commanded, his voice rough. Sam complied immediately, sitting on his heels.

“Tch. So easy? No wonder you fell to the blood. It’s a shock you didn’t loose your faith before you did with a conviction THAT weak.” He saw Sam flinch, and wondered if he had gone to far. No, the pain came mostly from his own thoughts being spoken.

“Well if it ain’t preachin’ to the choir.” A snort shocked them both. Their attention was drawn to the back of the hotel door.

Against the exist directions leaned a familiar form. Castiel glared at his brother. This was not a time for games. He didn’t know what he interrupted.

“You see, Castiel. The only reason Sammy here,” he shifted his weight into a walk, his step full of bounce, “is such a good boy,” he patted the seated figure with one hand before leaning down to lift his chin with a finger. “Is because he knows exactly when to come to a command. My command, to be precise.” He straightened up and crossed his arms as he regarded the other angel with some perplexity.

“Though, I find it oh so funny that you’d belittle him for his mistakes when I don’t think any of us in this room are innocent.” There was a dangerous spark in Gabriel’s eyes that Castiel knew all too well. He glanced down at Sam. His face was full of desire, anticipation, and regret. What exactly had Gabriel subjected him to? What made Sam so eager?

He didn’t have time to think. In a pulse he found his back on the bed and his brother hovering above him. Sam had stayed in place, looking down at them from his position to their left. Castiel’s breath hitched as Gabriel lingered just above him. He looked away, unable to take this scrutiny.

“You always used to try to be such a good little soldier. But you failed, didn’t you? And now that you’ve done that, you can’t even keep your new goal.” He couldn’t read Gabriel’s voice. Was it sympathetic? Cold? It was all too neutral.

“Don’t worry, Cas.” He felt a warm voice against his ear. “Your failure only makes you beautiful to us broken ones.” The comfort felt more mutually intended then carefully directed.