Five Acts - Round 4 ZOMG!!

[wolfishxwillow]

Five Acts Meme



+Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.
+Will last from May 9th to May 15th.



1. Shyness (embarrassment; blushing or stammering; body shyness)

2. Preferential Treatment (making a point of showing respect towards someone when no one else does; showing a soft side only to them)

3. Abuse (past abusive relationships; character A's abuse drives character B into arms of character C)

4. Neck fetishization (nape of the neck, throat, hickeys, etc)

5. Touching (stroking and caressing; nuzzling; holding hands; thighs brushing; PDA's)

Fandoms/Pairings

Supernatural: Sam/Gabriel, Sam/Dean, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Lucifer (prefer bottom!Sam, but bottom!Gabriel or Castiel is alright, too)
SPN-RPS: Jared/Richard, Jared/Misha, JDM/Jared, Jared/Jensen (prefer bottom!Jared, but any is okay ;D )

My Fills (what I've written):

Untitled - SPN, Sam/Gabriel, Physical Responses/Bond/Well-Fucked, PG-13 for insertcode11


Filled For Me:

Preferential Treatment - SPN, Lucifer/Sam, G/PG by of_red_clouds

Necking - SPN, Sam/Gabriel, PG/PG-13 by cageyklio

A Little Experimentation - SPN, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Neck Fetishization, NC-17 by insertcode11

Comments

[loveinstars.livejournal.com]

Hey, just so you know. I wanna write a Lucifer/Sam for your second one on the list. It just struck me with the potential to be awesome and it's highly possible that if I don't commit myself in writing in public then it might not get written. Now it will. ^_^ And my first time writing this pair, I'm kinda really psyched. *smirk*

Preferential Treatment: Lucifer/Sam

[loveinstars.livejournal.com]

*grins* I was so excited I did this now! *bounces* Hope you like!


When Lucifer first met his vessel, he was pleased. The boy was beautiful physically, at least in human standards, and considering his status as the (former) brightest angel ever, well, he felt he deserved a vessel just as fitting to the title.

What he hadn't counted on was the beauty in the boy's soul. The more he poked and prodded at the youngest Winchester, the more he learned...and what he learned was stunning. Despite all the damage, the stains, the holes, beyond the manipulation, the betrayal and the pain, beneath all that was a shiny pure soul. A thing of shifting brilliance and heat that drew Lucifer like the metaphorical moth to a flame and he found himself helpless to its power.

Sam was something terribly flawed but still so beautiful it almost hurt to look at. It reminded Lucifer so much of what he used to be like, before his Father abandoned them all and his Brothers cast him out to the deepest part of Hell. Lucifer, against all reasoning, wanted nothing more then to protect this soul, to claim this perfect example of what his Father had intended for him to love.

He wanted Sam.

So, instead of following through with the plans of the angels and demons alike, Lucifer rebelled a second time. He placed himself at Sam's side, much to the human's suspicious disbelief, and fought against everything that dared to harm him. And they won, of course they did, Lucifer wasn't going to lose a second time, especially not with something to cherish, to protect.

That's not to say Lucifer was a changed angel (alright, maybe he was but just a little!), after all he was still one of the fallen. He had only one concern, protecting Sam. Nothing and no one else mattered for all he cared. He gave no mind to Sam's brother or his own brother, they did not matter into anything beyond ensuring they lived so Sam would remain happy.

It took a long time for Sam to see his sincerity and the human was immensely lucky that Lucifer was patient to a fault, at least where he was concerned. In the end, Lucifer thinks the thing that finally won Sam over was the time he turned Dean's car powder blue for an entire day before whisking his human away to spend time together. (In truth, it was the fact Lucifer showed a true sense of humor all on his own, without prompting from Sam that did it but the youngest felt no need to point that out.)


This was so fun I think I'll have to try this pairing more often!

Necking

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was a walking catalog of Sam's erogenous zones. Hell, he created new ones every time he brushed Sam's skin. The flat of his hand trailing along the planes of Sam's stomach. The whisper of his lips along Sam's thighs. The caress of his tongue along the line of Sam's neck.

He was currently laving a bite mark he'd left at the junction of Sam's neck and shoulder, sucking the tender skin there and causing shudders to run down Sam's spine. "Stop playing," Sam protested, but he tilted his head to the side to allow Gabriel better access to his neck. Gabriel smiled against his skin and licked a long stripe along the tendons there.

"Patience," Gabriel murmured, "is its own reward."

Sam snorted indelicately. For patience read "teasing" in Gabriel's vocabulary. Gabriel nuzzled the skin behind Sam's ear and ran a hand through Sam's hair, pushing back the unruly mop. "I could decorate you with love bites," Gabriel suggested.

Sam blushed, imagining Dean's reaction. "Stop thinking about your brother," Gabriel admonished, nipping Sam's neck. "What do you want?"

A dozen thoughts flooded Sam's mind, and Gabriel chuckled. "I can do all that. And more." He placed a row of kisses along Sam's jaw and murmured, "Shall we try licking you from head to toe first?"

Sam could only mumble pleased agreement.

A Little Experimentation 1/? (Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Neck Fetish)

[insertcode11.livejournal.com]

It starts innocuously enough, just a simple gesture. It starts with Gabriel early on when it's just the two of them (the two of them... romantically, anyway, but Dean's there just usually off to the side making gagging noises whenever Gabriel shows up and stands close to Sam the way lovers do). The first time is the morning after their first (and second and third) kiss. Sam wakes up with a migraine between his sleepless-swollen eyes. Dean keeps the lights in the motel room off and pads around silently in his socks. Despite the rising nausea Sam sits at the lopsided table of the room, slumped in his chair and head tilted down with eyes closed because even the lights are off it's still too bright. Gabriel flutters into the room then and the beat of his wings is too fucking loud so Sam groans. His lover doesn't say anything, just puts a cool hand on the back of Sam's neck and presses his fingertips into the ticklish spots on the side of his neck. The migraine's gone in the next heartbeat and Sam sighs thankfully in relief. "You should just call me next time," Gabriel gently reprimands but doesn't say anything else, just starts moving his hand, massaging the back of Sam's neck.

Blissful pleasure runs down Sam's entire spine and he lets out another groan for a completely different reason. Gabriel just hums, digs his fingers in harder, and says, "interesting."

Gabriel of course discovers that Sam's long, long neck is perfect for kissing and biting. But it's like they both forget about it until later, the first time Castiel joins them after everything. Castiel lays on top of Sam, kissing Sam, while Gabriel lays beneath them both and somehow cradles Sam with his smaller frame. Sam's close with his archangel groping him, touching and stroking him, wet and slick moving in and out--taking Sam apart and putting him back together. Sam bites his lip and looks up desperately into blue eyes, begging his new lover to do something. “I’ve got you, Sam,” the angel promises, rough and deep and so good. He leans down, intent on kissing his way up Sam’s throat to his mouth, but doesn’t get that far. His teeth accidentally scrape over Sam’s Adam’s apple and Sam loses it, crying out as white sparks behind his vision, falling forever in the tight circle his lovers make around him.

When he opens his eyes (Sam wonders when he closed them), Castiel is looking down at him curiously. They’re both still hard—Sam realizes with a measure of embarrassment that he came too soon and unexpectedly but what the hell else did they expect when they were both driving him so crazy with all of the good things they were doing to his body? So they’re both hard—Gabriel still inside him and Castiel hot against Sam’s thigh—but they’ve both stopped moving. Gabriel breathes, “damn, baby” into Sam’s ear.

Castiel’s blue eyes, however, are totally consumed by the black of his pupils (by a piece of eternity lodged in those eyes). Dry lips wet from kisses are parted softly as he hums, “interesting”.

And now here they are a couple of weeks later, the three sitting on their bed, pressed together. Sam’s in between them, Gabriel and Castiel’s legs wrapped around and over him to keep him still—not like he would try to get away if he was allowed to move. Gabriel’s in front of him, hot tongue and lips sucking on the tender skin right below Sam’s chin. The archangel’s administrations crinkle through Sam’s body straight to his dick, which is already leaking sticky pearls against his and Gabriel’s skin.

“Guys, what—seriously, I-” Sam gasps, not sure what he’s going to say but feeling that it’s important to at least try. Both of his angels had practically attacked them just a few minutes ago, had snapped away his clothing and pulled him between them. And now they were just… kissing his neck. And biting… and licking… and ooh.

“Silence, Sam,” Castiel commands somberly in the way that makes Sam gasp and his belly clench. Then the angel, who’s behind Sam, gently circles his teeth around the knob of his spine at the base of his neck and—and—

Sam didn’t even know that spot would be such a turn on.

Let Me Erase the Damage He Caused [Cas/Crowley Cas/Gabe/Sam PG-13 - Mentions of abuse H/C Human AU]

[theinsaneeraser.livejournal.com]

Gabriel held Castiel close to him as Sam rushed around grabbing a bowl of warm water and a face-cloth. Castiel sat on the bed, face bowed as he shook with his tears. Gabriel swore he’d kill him; he’d hunt down the asshole and end his life himself. He pushed those thoughts aside though as he gently tilted Cas’ head up to get a good look at him, check out the damage, see what he could do to take away the pain.

“I am sorry brother.” Castiel’s voice is barely a whisper. “I did not mean to bring this trouble upon you and Sam, you both looked like you were having an enjoyable time, you do not need to worry about me.” Castiel looks down at his hands and it’s everything he can do to not yell at him and start crying himself.

“Cas, Castiel it’s alright, I’m your big brother and you’re hurt.” Gabriel shifts so he can slide Castiel’s trench-coat off his shoulders. “I’m going to take care of you, me and Sammy both, we both care about you, you know that.” He whispered and leaned his forehead against Cas’. “That’s what big brothers are for.”

Castiel closed his eyes, more tears streaming down his face before Sam washed them away with the cloth. Castiel turned to look at him and Gabriel started to undo his shirt to get at the blood and burses on his chest and back. He cursed when he saw the damage – Castiel was one big walking bruise with breaks only for old wounds and blood and how had he not noticed this before?

Castiel cried out softly when Sam hit a raw spot and Sam murmured soft words as Gabriel removed the rest of his shirt with trembling fingers. Sam placed the bloody cloth into the bowl to clean it before gently washing away the blood at Cas’ neck that had dried, revealing a hand-shaped bruise there. Gabriel felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up.

“Cas… baby bro, why didn’t you tell us he was hurting you?” Gabriel whispered and he wants to hold him close, curl him into his lap and protect him from the world, knowing that he couldn’t though. He was just glad Cas had come to them, that they could help him now.

He didn’t answer though, just looked down and let Sam clean off his chest as Gabriel got up to grab some bandages. He was sure Castiel should go to a hospital but his little brother wouldn’t let them take him, so they’d have to take care of him as best as they could. He’d felt some broken ribs, and Gabriel considered calling Raphael – the doctor in the family – to come visit, but he didn’t think Cas would approve of that either.

He cursed and walks back over with some cream for the cuts and scrapes, so they wouldn’t get infected.

He worked carefully and slow, making sure to keep this as pain-less as possible. He’d pause or whisper soft encouragements when ever he’d whimper or cry out, all the while his eyes darting to Sam’s, mirroring his worry and concern. There was also the same fire there, to do to the man who dare touch Cas like this, what he did to him. But right now Castiel needed them, and so Cas would get the attention, the healing and the love and then, later, they’d deal with him.

After the bandages were applied and Cas was curled up on the bed, head on Sam’s chest while Gabriel spooned him from behind, running a soothing hand up and down his side did Castiel tell them what happened. He tried to tell them some bull-shit about him deserving it, and how it had never been this bad, that it was only this once, that it would never happen again.

Gabriel didn’t believe it and if the look Sam was giving him was anything, he didn’t either. They didn’t argue with him though, not now. They just shushed him, holding him close and giving him as much love and care as they could, and when Castiel finally fell asleep they didn’t talk. They looked at each other, not daring to break the silence, not wanting to wake Castiel. Instead they lay there with a broken man between them, a broken man they cared about equally.

They didn’t need to speak to know what needed to be done, to know that they would welcome Cas, when he was ready, into their relationship. They weren’t going to let Cas go back to Crowley, never again.

They were going to protect him, like Gabriel should have before it got this bad.