5 Multi-Fandom Fics for the 5 Acts Meme (SPN, RPF, True Blood)
Here are five multi-fandom fics I wrote for The Five Acts Meme, hosted by toestastegood. Also, just so you know, this is all pretty much PWP and unbeta'd.
Title: Promise
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Castiel/Lucifer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 669 (omg, just three words short of 666, how epic would that be?)
Warnings: Dub-con
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money off this, so please don't sue me.
Summary: Lucifer made many promises, whispered things in Castiel's ear that he wanted desperately to deny.
Notes: Written for mercuriewords's prompts of bent-over-furniture and dub-con.
Castiel fought not to make a noise, to simply let Lucifer to take what he wanted, what he had promised the Devil in exchange for Sam and Dean’s momentary safety. But god, how difficult it was, fighting not to give himself over to this mindless pleasure, blaspheming in his mind as the Devil fucked him thoroughly and so good, better than anything Castiel had ever experienced in his long life.
He was grateful Lucifer couldn’t see his face in this position, bent over a desk and Lucifer holding his wrists down. Grateful that Lucifer couldn’t see the way his mouth opened wordlessly with each thrust or the way Castiel bit his lip every time a moan threatened to come out of his mouth
“One day, Castiel,” Lucifer whispered in his ear, expert promises rolling off his tongue, “you will beg for me. Beg for this.”
“I get no pleasure out of this,” Castiel managed to pant.
Lucifer pulled out then, spinning him around and pulling Castiel up before he could even respond. Now he was facing the Devil, staring him straight in the face. There was a curiosity on his features that was far more worrying than anything else the he had done tonight.
“Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his lips set in a small smile.
It should not have taken Castiel completely by surprise when the Devil wrapped a hand around his cock but it did and a little whimper escaped his mouth.
“Are you going to tell me this doesn’t feel good? That you don’t enjoy this?” Lucifer asked, stroking Castiel’s cock slowly. Castiel shuddered, eyes sliding shut in equal parts shame and pleasure.
“No, no, no,” Lucifer said gently, his hand cupping Castiel’s face, “Look at me, Castiel. Don’t act like a coward when I know you’re not.”
Castiel’s eyes fluttered open, his hands gripping the desk behind him, white-knuckled as he fought the pull of his hips.
“It takes a lot of strength to rebel against your maker,” Lucifer said, rubbing his fingers around the leaking slit, Castiel shivering underneath his touch. “It takes so much strength to stand alone against him, when the odds are against you,” He continued, his voice tender and encouraging, all while continuing to debauch the angel in front of him, wringing out whimpers and gasps from him.
“I am nothing like you,” Castiel protested, even as his hips bucked up into Lucifer’s hand and the words bled into a groan, even as Lucifer laid him out on the desk once more but facing forward this time, so Lucifer could see every flash of pleasure on Castiel’s face.
“Oh, yes you are.” Lucifer said, Castiel’s legs on his shoulders, sliding easily into Castiel again, his mouth stretched into a delighted smile at the drawn-out moan Castiel made.
“You’re just like me,” Lucifer continued, punctuating the words with deep thrusts. He moved, shifted and stars exploded in his body, Castiel thrown completely off-balance. He arched up and bent like a bow, head bumping against the desk, groaning loud and wild and deep in his throat.
“You just don’t know it,” Lucifer smiled at him, going in faster, harder and Castiel shocked himself when his legs wrapped themselves around Lucifer, shoving the devil towards him, wanting more.
He couldn’t-didn’t want to stop his body’s reactions, the way pleasure unfurled through him like it was a living thing, aching and pulsing beneath this skin with need. Heat throbbed in his cock, waves of white-hot pleasure spreading out throughout his body, his entire being, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
“One day, you’ll be mine,” Lucifer said, like a prophecy. Castiel almost didn’t hear it over his own moans. “One day, you’ll come to me willingly and give yourself over to me. You’ll stand at my side, Castiel.”
Castiel’s only response was his orgasm, pleasure like he’d never known coursing through every inch of his body violently, his vision whiting out as his body trembled under the Devil.
Title: Linked Together
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,111
Summary: Castiel doesn't have any more shame for this act anymore.
Notes: Written for zelda_zee's prompts of threesomes and blowjobs.
Castiel knew he looked completely obscene; an angel of the lord sucking Dean Winchester off while Sam Winchester held him open and fucked him, Castiel loving every minute of it. A long time ago, he would have felt shame for this act, for letting himself get lost in such human bodily pleasure, for letting himself be degraded like this, letting two brothers fuck him from both ends and him moaning, begging for more all the way.
But not now, not anymore. This was too good to for him to feel anything else about it, to do anything but respond to the way pleasure unfolded in his entire body, they way Dean’s cock in his mouth made him feel, groaning around it like he couldn’t get enough, the way his own dick throbbed and ached for more, the way Sam didn’t seem capable of stopping, each thrust harder than the last, hitting something hot and alive within Castiel. Castiel felt like he was going to go out of his mind like this, his world narrowing down to simply Sam and Dean and him.
His mouth was wrapped tightly around Dean’s cock, sucking sloppy and wet and inexperienced. Dean was warm and thick, thicker than he thought he would be and Castiel had a hand wrapped around the base, stroking what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. He’d never done this before but he was already addicted to the feel of it, the way this made Dean so crazy; his breath came in tight gasps, trying desperately to hold his hips back from pumping roughly into Castiel’s mouth, his hand clinging firmly to Castiel’s hair.
Sam had his hands on his hips behind him, gripping Castiel tightly-tight enough for bruises-and slamming into him, sparks flying behind Castiel’s eyes each time, groaning and trembling around Dean’s cock.
Castiel sucked Dean farther down, swirling his tongue around the leaking slit, forcing his mouth to stretch wider and wider until it bumped against the back of his throat. He gagged, unused to the sensation, needing to pull off slightly, Dean’s cock shiny and red as it slipped between his lips.
“Jesus, Cas,” Dean’s voice was breathy, strained, “you don’t hafta-”
But Castiel cut him off by getting his mouth on him again, closing in wet and tight over the head and Dean whimpered. He curled his fingers in Castiel’s hair, tugging and shoving Castiel even farther down and just holding him there while he fucked into his mouth mindlessly; Dean was past the point of thinking and courtesy, eyes lidded shut in pleasure, a constant stream of moans and filth and blasphemy coming from his mouth.
Castiel couldn’t think anymore, sheer want coiled in the pit of his belly; he was aware of nothing but the wet slaps of flesh as Sam groaned above him, the greedy push of his hips, the debauched noises Castiel made as he sucked and swallowed around Dean’s cock, Dean himself shaking and nearly sobbing with need. Castiel had both of the Winchesters moaning around him, crying out because of him, the three of them linked together inextricably.
Dean shook, his body tensing up. He tried to shove Castiel off, muttering, “Cas, Jesus, I’m gonna come, shit-”
Castiel’s eyes darted upwards, gazing up at Dean and shooting him a heated look of defiance. Castiel did his best to take him further down, all the way down, until his nose was against Dean’s pubic hairs, coarse and musky, the smell intoxicating and filling his nostrils. Castiel glanced up, his eyes meeting Dean’s, who was giving him the most intense look of awe. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded lazily in pleasure, mouth open as he panted and moaned, face flushed red.
Castiel’s own cock was throbbing and twitching. He wanted to touch himself, his body felt so alive, humming with pleasure and desperate for more friction. But Sam wouldn’t let him, always stopped him from doing so, grabbing his free hand and holding him down, whispering depraved promises in his ear.
“No, Cas. We’ll make you come, just from us, just from out cocks filling you and fucking you open both ways. You want that, don’t you? You like Dean’s cock shoved in your mouth, don’t you? Feels so good, fuck, you feel so good-”
Castiel’s only response was to shove back into Sam, Sam’s cock hitting him so hard, his eyes rolling back. He groaned around Dean’s dick, pulsing hot and heavy in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Cas,” Dean managed a shaky groan as his head dropped back, still holding Castiel’s head down, hips arching up and throbbing cock pumping thick and messy down Castiel’s throat. Castiel couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t help but choke slightly on it. Some of it slipped out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and mixing in with his saliva. He savored the noises Dean made then, not the just the gasps and moans of his orgasm but the way his breath hitched and his eyes widened as he took sight of Castiel, Dean’s face utterly beautiful in the half-light.
“Jesus, Cas,” Dean whispered, hoarse.
Sam was still fucking him so deep, bent low, his voice right next to Castiel’s ear, tongue licking a fine stripe up the back of his neck. Sam muttered a litany of filth, moaning, “God, fuck you, yes, Castiel, fuck, can’t believe you’re letting us do this, feel so good, so tight, so fucking tight, c’mon Cas, want you to come for us, come with us-”
When Castiel came, he had no clue who or what set him over the edge, whether it was Sam’s cock still fucking into him deeply-so deep, Castiel knew he’d feel it for days after-or the lingering taste of Dean’s come, his cock still in his mouth, twitching even as it softened.
Sam grabbed him by the hair then and pulled him up for a kiss, wet and dirty and intimate. His tongue licked Dean’s come clean from his mouth, moaning into him as he did so, still fucking Cas sore with a stuttering rhythm until finally Sam came, hips thrusting inside one last time and then going taunt, still. He broke the kiss then, mouth opened wide but no noise escaped from his lips, just gasps for breath as he shot into Castiel.
Sam sighed heavily then and collapsed against Castiel, his large body pinning him to the bed, against Dean’s lower body. Castiel didn’t mind. He liked this, their warmth, they way they curled up and wrapped themselves around him, around each other. Just listening to them breathe together, next to him, that was good enough for him.
Title: In Your Eyes
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1107
Warnings: Pegging
Summary: Jess first gets the idea while going down on Sam.
Notes: Written for scintilla10's prompt of pegging.
Jess first got the idea while going down on Sam, when her finger slipped up against his hole and pressed in ever so slightly and Sam keened in the back of his throat and came instantly, harder than she’d ever seen. There was no way was Jess going to let that go.
It didn’t take long for Jess to convince Sam, to bring up the idea to him and slowly warm him up to it until one night, he murmured “okay,” in her ear, Jess grinning triumphant. Really, Sam gave into Jess’s whims eventually.
Slicking Sam open with nothing but lube on her fingers was almost too much for her. Sam made soft little noises in his throat, the kind she heard when she teased the hell out of him, and the way he felt around her fingers, warm and tight and raw was nearly too much for Jess to handle. She could make him come like this, with only her bare hands and have Sam shivering under her touch, looking at her like she was everything.
But she wanted to do this right.
“Sam, do you trust me?” Jess asked and Sam laughed, bright and amused.
“Well, if I didn’t, it’s kinda late for that now, isn’t it?”
Jess smiled at him as she slid the dildo in slowly, very slowly, a little easier than expected, marveling as Sam just accepted it, opened up wide and took it. Sam’s expression shifted and his jaw dropped open in a soundless gasp. His eyes were wide, exposed and staring up at Jess like he was seeing her for the first time, like she was all he could see.
“God, Jess,” he whispered roughly.
“Is this okay?” Jess felt compelled to ask and Sam gave a jerky nod.
“Yeah,” he said, his thighs shaking. “It’s fine.”
“Only fine?”
“Yeah, just-go slow at first,” Sam responded, voice like gravel.
Jess nodded, moving the dildo in and out painfully slow, letting Sam’s body adjust to the sensations. She shifted the angle slightly, aiming the plastic cock in a certain direction, and Sam’s hips arched up, whimpering low in the back of his throat, his eyes sliding shut.
“Good?” She wondered as she angled it in the same direction again, even if from the look on his face, it was fantastic.
Sam threw his head back, moaning, his hips bucking into Jess’s moving hands.
“Fuck, Jess,” his eyes were shut as he spread his legs wider and oh fuck, actually pushing into the dildo and Jess moaned softly at the sight of it. Sex with Sam had always been intense but this was a whole different level of it; Jess thought she could maybe come just from watching.
“I can take more,” Sam said hoarsely, like there was something was trapped in his throat. His skin felt so hot, burning up underneath her. “C’mon, Jess. More. Please.”
“Oh my god, Sam,” Jess whimpered. It made her almost dizzy with excitement, the way Sam was so pliant, body so accepting under her. She’s aroused, her body hot and dripping wet between her legs, wanting so badly to be touched, to touch herself but no, she wanted to focus on Sam. She wanted to see everything he had to give, no distractions.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam moaned, almost unconsciously, “Fuck me, god.”
And Jess stuttered in her rhythm slightly, gasping, amazed and so fucking turned-on by the sounds Sam made, the way he looked, flushed and fucked-out, everything about this going straight to her cunt, throbbing and so ready.
God, he was beautiful. He looked so good like this. Jess wanted to climb on top on him and ride him while she slipped the dildo in and out as well, to fuck him and be fucked all at once. She would if it wouldn’t be a logistical nightmare, if Jess didn’t want so badly to see exactly what he looked like when he came, to commit every minutia of his facial expressions to memory and replay them over and over in her head.
Jess sped up the pace, moving in and out of him steadily, constantly hitting that spot that drove Sam completely crazy. Sam made low guttural noises that seem to come not only from his throat but from his entire body, like they were being ripped out of him, his hips moving, his dick twitching and leaking precome.
Sam was shuddering as he brought his hand to his cock but Jess gently slapped it away.
“Oh no, Sam,” She grinned at him, loving how she had him at her mercy here, how he would let her do whatever she wanted. Sam was a big guy, always made her look small, despite most guys calling her amazonian. And he here was, letting Jess fuck him open, fuck him raw and exposed, him begging like this for her.
“I wanna be the only one to make you come,” she said, sultry and husky, like a promise washing over Sam’s body.
And Sam just nodded, helplessly. He watched Jess the entire time then as she fucked him, Sam intertwining their fingers together throughout it, squeezing almost too tight as he keened and arched and trembled.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, the most out of control Jess had ever seen her boyfriend.
Sam shook when he came, shooting white and hot all over his belly, nearly bowing off the bed, groaning Jess in this wrecked tone of voice. He kept eye contact with her the entire time; the look in them, dark and heated and somehow tender, so open it hurt, damn near brought Jess to her own climax, burning her up from the inside out. Even as Sam’s orgasm trickled to an end, he was still breathing heavily, panting out her name in this awed tone of voice, like he couldn’t believe this, believe her, believe this was happening.
Jess climbed on top of him then, sitting on his chest and kissing him like she was trying to breathe him in. Sam cupped her face with one hand, his other hand slipping between her legs, two fingers entering her and his thumb on her clit and Jess whimpered and mewled, finally. She wanted to melt into him, melt into each other, his breath sweet as he kissed her. Jess never wanted this to stop, never wanted to wash Sam off her skin. His tongue was slick against hers, licking into her while he moved his fingers in and out of her, whispering I love you over and over at the corners of her mouth until Jess came shivering and aching against him.
Title: Slow Burn
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Lady Gaga/Taylor Swift
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 738
Warnings: Bondage
Summary: There are not many people Lady Gaga would let tie her up to her own bed, with her own scarves. She wouldn’t have said Taylor Swift was one of those people.
Notes: Written for unavoidedcrisis's prompts of kissing and restraints.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
There are not many people Lady Gaga would let tie her up to her own bed, with her own scarves. She wouldn’t have said Taylor Swift was one of those people, but here she was, naked, horny and eager, tied up and helpless and Taylor was being such a fucking tease.
Taylor Swift sat in her lap, completely naked, a cutesy little grin on her face. She looked almost delicate, like she’d break if Gaga pressed too hard on her skin or if she pulled too tightly on her pretty hair. Taylor didn’t touch her, just sat there and watched Gaga, her eyes taking in her body, an innocent look on her face that Gaga knew was just an act now.
“You know, you’re not as sweet as you think you are.” Gaga said, smirking at her. Taylor’s mouth quirked up but remained a cute grin, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Taylor leaned in, moving only her upper body and kissed her gently, almost tentatively. It was as if they’ve never done this before, even though they kissed earlier. Taylor went in soft and slow, Gaga’s mouth opening underneath it. Gaga may not have been able to move her hands, but she surged forward all the same, kissing Taylor with a ragged intensity, pushing her lips open and capturing them with her own, pressing and pulling. Gaga was already so turned-on, stripped bare and body warm and aching for more, more than just Taylor’s sweet mouth on hers.
Taylor tangled her fingers in Gaga’s hair, running her hands through the strands as she pulled her away, Gaga protesting with a whine in her throat. She mouthed along the soft, warm skin of Gaga’s jaw, trailing down to her neck and giving her a soft, sensual lick that made Gaga want to scream and shove her down for more.
But she was tied up good, and there was nothing she could do but writhe and try desperately to pump her hips for more friction.
Taylor pressed soft butterfly kisses to her throat, fleeting and fluttering against her, before coming back up to her lips.
“Let me touch you,” Gaga pleaded into Taylor’s mouth. The young girl shook her head.
“Not yet,” she said, running her hand down her Gaga’s chest and stomach, feather-like touches that sent shivers down her spine. “Later, I promise.”
Gaga nodded, but she couldn’t stop her legs from spreading, a silent plea for more, hips rolling and grinding up against Taylor’s body.
“Mmm,” Taylor moaned slightly, smirking just a bit. “You’re not quite as a badass as you think you are, you know?”
Taylor giggled girlishly, so cute and almost adorable if it weren’t for the way her lips were swollen, the way her hair was tousled or the way her skin gleamed with sweat, her perky breasts moving up and down as Taylor breathed. Gaga’s hands twitched against the restraints, not used to being the one held down, wanting so badly to just touch and feel Taylor’s smooth skin under her own.
Taylor kissed her again, deeper this time, sliding her tongue in. She tasted like bubblegum and vanilla and cinnamon lipgloss, completely sweet with maybe just a faint taste of something else, something earthy and sharp.
Then she licked down Gaga’s body, lavishing slow licks on Gaga’s breasts and nipples, savoring how Gaga drew in a sharp breath. Gaga could feel Taylor smiling against her skin as she made her way down her body, triumphant and sweet all at once. She kissed her way down Gaga’s stomach next, her mouth tasting the skin beneath her, covering Gaga with little tender bites, caressing her with small hands the entire time and tracing shapes all over her body. Gaga arched into it, letting out something between a purr and keening noise in response.
Then Taylor crawled down, so slow it hurt and licked the skin of Gaga’s hips and thighs, lazy and sensuous licks. Gaga thought she would die in a slow burn before she got any release, die from Taylor’s merciless teasing.
When Taylor finally reached Gaga’s clit, suckling softly and lapping wetly, two fingers moving in and out, twisting and curving within her, Gaga had already lost her mind and all it took was a few simple touches before she flew apart, shaking and shivering and sobbing with how good it was.
Title: Hedonism
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Eric/Jason/Pam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,063
Warnings: Strap-ons, dark themes, slight bloodplay.
Summary: Jason can't stop. More importantly, he doesn't want to.
Notes: Written for remytron's prompts of threesomes, blowjobs and strap-ons.
Sometimes, they say this is because of the vampire blood Jason did. This is his punishment. But Jason knows that’s a lie.
Sometimes they say this is his reward, for his part in what happened in Dallas. Jason knows that’s not entirely true either.
To be honest, he’s not sure what’s going on.
He just knows that he likes it. Underneath all the posturing and all the protests Jason makes against vampires, he fucking loves it.
Sometimes, it’s Jason eating Pam’s cunt out while Eric fucks him hard, Jason’s mouth slick and shiny with her juices, her hand pressing down mercilessly on the back of his neck. She doesn’t beg for more, she demands it. Eric goes in rough and hard, with a deep, punishing rhythm that gets all the way inside Jason. It hurts and aches with each thrust, even as Eric hits this spot inside of Jason that makes him whine and whimper into Pam’s wet cunt, Pam laughing at him.
They don’t let him come, not until they both go first. When Pam comes, she doesn’t let him come up for air until she’s satisfied. Eric comes deep inside Jason with a final sharp thrust; Jason can feel come dripping out his asshole, warm against his worn-out skin, his hole gaping open as it slips out of him. Only then can Jason come, made to jerk himself off while they watch hungrily, fangs out.
“Almost as pretty as Sookie when he’s like this, isn’t he, Pam?” Eric murmurs, as Jason comes shaking with a low whine in his throat, too fucked-out to even respond.
Jason learns to suck cock under Eric’s hand and Jason takes it, takes it until he’s leaking spit and precome at the corners of his lips. Eric’s cock tastes bitter and strong as Jason sucks the length of it in, his jaw aching, Eric almost too huge for him. He gets it in as far down as it can go; it bumps against the back of his throat and Jason gags but that just turns Eric on more, turns Jason on even. Eric fucks his face while Jason moans obscenely, until finally he comes thick down his throat, whatever Jason can’t swallow dripping down his chin.
Sometimes, it’s just Jason and Pam, him sucking off a thick, black strap-on cock she likes to wear. Eric watches, fully clothed, not even jacking off; he just watches them with an indefinable look in his eyes. Jason’s mouth is stretched wide around her cock, painfully so, swollen lips attempting to suck something that’s just too big to fit. Pam doesn’t really care, shoves his face down by the hair, telling him to take it, just fucking take it, Stackhouse.
Jason chokes and gags on it, sometimes on purpose; he knows they like it when he does that and Jason knows it’s in his best interests to keep them happy.
Sometimes, Pam fucks him with that fucking strap-on of hers, while Jason wraps his lips around Eric’s cock, Eric lazily pumping into his mouth, like he has all night to do this. Jason makes slurping noises and groans around Eric’s dick, Pam’s fake cock slamming into him with every thrust, Jason’s eyes rolling in the back of his head and his heart pumping hard. Jason can’t do anything but moan and shudder, begging for release wordlessly.
If anyone told Jason he’d be sucking vampire cock one day, and not only that, but sucking enthusiastically, he would have laughed at them, maybe punched them out. But Jason gave up shame when he started this whole mess with Eric and Pam. He can’t even remember how it began anymore.
Sometimes, they feed on him.
It doesn’t happen often-they don’t want to send Jason back to Bon Temps with scars that noticeable that often, that’ll ruin the whole game-but occasionally, when Eric fucks him, Jason moaning like a whore beneath him, his fangs break the skin of Jason’s shoulder, blood welling out and Eric laughs when Jason shudders and comes instantly in response.
But the best part about this whole fucked-up mess, after Eric’s done with him, he cuts open a vein and drags Jason’s mouth to it. It’s like drinking in beauty, like fire and ice exploding behind his eyes, like someone took the stars and made them liquid, hot and burning down his throat and so fucking good, better than anything Jason has ever tasted. And after, Jason feels better than high, he feels powerful, alive and strong and fearless.
Eric fucks him so hard, he feels it for days. He feels it at work, walking funny enough to draw the attention of his coworkers but Jason fucking loves it anyway. Part of him is terrified of other people noticing but something low and deep within him loves that he can feel Eric, even when he isn’t here. He can feel Eric everywhere, all around him, like he’s a part of him now.
Jason’s changing.
The vampire blood Eric gives him, the way Jason loses himself in the sex, the acts they commit, they strip Jason down to something primal, full of need and lust, unmaking him and building him back up again with their blood.
It’s not just the sex. It’s not even the blood. It’s Eric. Jason can feel Eric deep within him like a force of nature, wherever he goes, in his blood and in his head and in his bones. There isn’t a part of him that Eric hasn’t touched. He can feel Eric’s voice in his head, whispering, seductive and compelling, making him strong and powerful and better.
There’s more at play here, more plans dancing behind Eric’s blue eyes that Jason can’t grasp, but he knows they’re there. Jason’s dumb, but he’s not that fucking dumb. In the back of his mind, Jason knows this is a ploy. He doesn’t miss the way Pam laughs at him, or the way Eric smirks. He knows he’s being used and he isn’t sure what for yet but he knows this isn’t about him.
Jason doesn’t care. He doesn’t really want to. Maybe he’s past the point of caring. Maybe he isn’t capable of it anymore. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. Eric’s blood is coursing through his veins, setting him on fire and electrifying his nerves, so much better than sex.
Jason’s always been a hedonist.
Title: Promise
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Castiel/Lucifer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 669 (omg, just three words short of 666, how epic would that be?)
Warnings: Dub-con
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money off this, so please don't sue me.
Summary: Lucifer made many promises, whispered things in Castiel's ear that he wanted desperately to deny.
Notes: Written for mercuriewords's prompts of bent-over-furniture and dub-con.
Castiel fought not to make a noise, to simply let Lucifer to take what he wanted, what he had promised the Devil in exchange for Sam and Dean’s momentary safety. But god, how difficult it was, fighting not to give himself over to this mindless pleasure, blaspheming in his mind as the Devil fucked him thoroughly and so good, better than anything Castiel had ever experienced in his long life.
He was grateful Lucifer couldn’t see his face in this position, bent over a desk and Lucifer holding his wrists down. Grateful that Lucifer couldn’t see the way his mouth opened wordlessly with each thrust or the way Castiel bit his lip every time a moan threatened to come out of his mouth
“One day, Castiel,” Lucifer whispered in his ear, expert promises rolling off his tongue, “you will beg for me. Beg for this.”
“I get no pleasure out of this,” Castiel managed to pant.
Lucifer pulled out then, spinning him around and pulling Castiel up before he could even respond. Now he was facing the Devil, staring him straight in the face. There was a curiosity on his features that was far more worrying than anything else the he had done tonight.
“Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his lips set in a small smile.
It should not have taken Castiel completely by surprise when the Devil wrapped a hand around his cock but it did and a little whimper escaped his mouth.
“Are you going to tell me this doesn’t feel good? That you don’t enjoy this?” Lucifer asked, stroking Castiel’s cock slowly. Castiel shuddered, eyes sliding shut in equal parts shame and pleasure.
“No, no, no,” Lucifer said gently, his hand cupping Castiel’s face, “Look at me, Castiel. Don’t act like a coward when I know you’re not.”
Castiel’s eyes fluttered open, his hands gripping the desk behind him, white-knuckled as he fought the pull of his hips.
“It takes a lot of strength to rebel against your maker,” Lucifer said, rubbing his fingers around the leaking slit, Castiel shivering underneath his touch. “It takes so much strength to stand alone against him, when the odds are against you,” He continued, his voice tender and encouraging, all while continuing to debauch the angel in front of him, wringing out whimpers and gasps from him.
“I am nothing like you,” Castiel protested, even as his hips bucked up into Lucifer’s hand and the words bled into a groan, even as Lucifer laid him out on the desk once more but facing forward this time, so Lucifer could see every flash of pleasure on Castiel’s face.
“Oh, yes you are.” Lucifer said, Castiel’s legs on his shoulders, sliding easily into Castiel again, his mouth stretched into a delighted smile at the drawn-out moan Castiel made.
“You’re just like me,” Lucifer continued, punctuating the words with deep thrusts. He moved, shifted and stars exploded in his body, Castiel thrown completely off-balance. He arched up and bent like a bow, head bumping against the desk, groaning loud and wild and deep in his throat.
“You just don’t know it,” Lucifer smiled at him, going in faster, harder and Castiel shocked himself when his legs wrapped themselves around Lucifer, shoving the devil towards him, wanting more.
He couldn’t-didn’t want to stop his body’s reactions, the way pleasure unfurled through him like it was a living thing, aching and pulsing beneath this skin with need. Heat throbbed in his cock, waves of white-hot pleasure spreading out throughout his body, his entire being, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
“One day, you’ll be mine,” Lucifer said, like a prophecy. Castiel almost didn’t hear it over his own moans. “One day, you’ll come to me willingly and give yourself over to me. You’ll stand at my side, Castiel.”
Castiel’s only response was his orgasm, pleasure like he’d never known coursing through every inch of his body violently, his vision whiting out as his body trembled under the Devil.
Title: Linked Together
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,111
Summary: Castiel doesn't have any more shame for this act anymore.
Notes: Written for zelda_zee's prompts of threesomes and blowjobs.
Castiel knew he looked completely obscene; an angel of the lord sucking Dean Winchester off while Sam Winchester held him open and fucked him, Castiel loving every minute of it. A long time ago, he would have felt shame for this act, for letting himself get lost in such human bodily pleasure, for letting himself be degraded like this, letting two brothers fuck him from both ends and him moaning, begging for more all the way.
But not now, not anymore. This was too good to for him to feel anything else about it, to do anything but respond to the way pleasure unfolded in his entire body, they way Dean’s cock in his mouth made him feel, groaning around it like he couldn’t get enough, the way his own dick throbbed and ached for more, the way Sam didn’t seem capable of stopping, each thrust harder than the last, hitting something hot and alive within Castiel. Castiel felt like he was going to go out of his mind like this, his world narrowing down to simply Sam and Dean and him.
His mouth was wrapped tightly around Dean’s cock, sucking sloppy and wet and inexperienced. Dean was warm and thick, thicker than he thought he would be and Castiel had a hand wrapped around the base, stroking what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. He’d never done this before but he was already addicted to the feel of it, the way this made Dean so crazy; his breath came in tight gasps, trying desperately to hold his hips back from pumping roughly into Castiel’s mouth, his hand clinging firmly to Castiel’s hair.
Sam had his hands on his hips behind him, gripping Castiel tightly-tight enough for bruises-and slamming into him, sparks flying behind Castiel’s eyes each time, groaning and trembling around Dean’s cock.
Castiel sucked Dean farther down, swirling his tongue around the leaking slit, forcing his mouth to stretch wider and wider until it bumped against the back of his throat. He gagged, unused to the sensation, needing to pull off slightly, Dean’s cock shiny and red as it slipped between his lips.
“Jesus, Cas,” Dean’s voice was breathy, strained, “you don’t hafta-”
But Castiel cut him off by getting his mouth on him again, closing in wet and tight over the head and Dean whimpered. He curled his fingers in Castiel’s hair, tugging and shoving Castiel even farther down and just holding him there while he fucked into his mouth mindlessly; Dean was past the point of thinking and courtesy, eyes lidded shut in pleasure, a constant stream of moans and filth and blasphemy coming from his mouth.
Castiel couldn’t think anymore, sheer want coiled in the pit of his belly; he was aware of nothing but the wet slaps of flesh as Sam groaned above him, the greedy push of his hips, the debauched noises Castiel made as he sucked and swallowed around Dean’s cock, Dean himself shaking and nearly sobbing with need. Castiel had both of the Winchesters moaning around him, crying out because of him, the three of them linked together inextricably.
Dean shook, his body tensing up. He tried to shove Castiel off, muttering, “Cas, Jesus, I’m gonna come, shit-”
Castiel’s eyes darted upwards, gazing up at Dean and shooting him a heated look of defiance. Castiel did his best to take him further down, all the way down, until his nose was against Dean’s pubic hairs, coarse and musky, the smell intoxicating and filling his nostrils. Castiel glanced up, his eyes meeting Dean’s, who was giving him the most intense look of awe. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded lazily in pleasure, mouth open as he panted and moaned, face flushed red.
Castiel’s own cock was throbbing and twitching. He wanted to touch himself, his body felt so alive, humming with pleasure and desperate for more friction. But Sam wouldn’t let him, always stopped him from doing so, grabbing his free hand and holding him down, whispering depraved promises in his ear.
“No, Cas. We’ll make you come, just from us, just from out cocks filling you and fucking you open both ways. You want that, don’t you? You like Dean’s cock shoved in your mouth, don’t you? Feels so good, fuck, you feel so good-”
Castiel’s only response was to shove back into Sam, Sam’s cock hitting him so hard, his eyes rolling back. He groaned around Dean’s dick, pulsing hot and heavy in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Cas,” Dean managed a shaky groan as his head dropped back, still holding Castiel’s head down, hips arching up and throbbing cock pumping thick and messy down Castiel’s throat. Castiel couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t help but choke slightly on it. Some of it slipped out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and mixing in with his saliva. He savored the noises Dean made then, not the just the gasps and moans of his orgasm but the way his breath hitched and his eyes widened as he took sight of Castiel, Dean’s face utterly beautiful in the half-light.
“Jesus, Cas,” Dean whispered, hoarse.
Sam was still fucking him so deep, bent low, his voice right next to Castiel’s ear, tongue licking a fine stripe up the back of his neck. Sam muttered a litany of filth, moaning, “God, fuck you, yes, Castiel, fuck, can’t believe you’re letting us do this, feel so good, so tight, so fucking tight, c’mon Cas, want you to come for us, come with us-”
When Castiel came, he had no clue who or what set him over the edge, whether it was Sam’s cock still fucking into him deeply-so deep, Castiel knew he’d feel it for days after-or the lingering taste of Dean’s come, his cock still in his mouth, twitching even as it softened.
Sam grabbed him by the hair then and pulled him up for a kiss, wet and dirty and intimate. His tongue licked Dean’s come clean from his mouth, moaning into him as he did so, still fucking Cas sore with a stuttering rhythm until finally Sam came, hips thrusting inside one last time and then going taunt, still. He broke the kiss then, mouth opened wide but no noise escaped from his lips, just gasps for breath as he shot into Castiel.
Sam sighed heavily then and collapsed against Castiel, his large body pinning him to the bed, against Dean’s lower body. Castiel didn’t mind. He liked this, their warmth, they way they curled up and wrapped themselves around him, around each other. Just listening to them breathe together, next to him, that was good enough for him.
Title: In Your Eyes
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1107
Warnings: Pegging
Summary: Jess first gets the idea while going down on Sam.
Notes: Written for scintilla10's prompt of pegging.
Jess first got the idea while going down on Sam, when her finger slipped up against his hole and pressed in ever so slightly and Sam keened in the back of his throat and came instantly, harder than she’d ever seen. There was no way was Jess going to let that go.
It didn’t take long for Jess to convince Sam, to bring up the idea to him and slowly warm him up to it until one night, he murmured “okay,” in her ear, Jess grinning triumphant. Really, Sam gave into Jess’s whims eventually.
Slicking Sam open with nothing but lube on her fingers was almost too much for her. Sam made soft little noises in his throat, the kind she heard when she teased the hell out of him, and the way he felt around her fingers, warm and tight and raw was nearly too much for Jess to handle. She could make him come like this, with only her bare hands and have Sam shivering under her touch, looking at her like she was everything.
But she wanted to do this right.
“Sam, do you trust me?” Jess asked and Sam laughed, bright and amused.
“Well, if I didn’t, it’s kinda late for that now, isn’t it?”
Jess smiled at him as she slid the dildo in slowly, very slowly, a little easier than expected, marveling as Sam just accepted it, opened up wide and took it. Sam’s expression shifted and his jaw dropped open in a soundless gasp. His eyes were wide, exposed and staring up at Jess like he was seeing her for the first time, like she was all he could see.
“God, Jess,” he whispered roughly.
“Is this okay?” Jess felt compelled to ask and Sam gave a jerky nod.
“Yeah,” he said, his thighs shaking. “It’s fine.”
“Only fine?”
“Yeah, just-go slow at first,” Sam responded, voice like gravel.
Jess nodded, moving the dildo in and out painfully slow, letting Sam’s body adjust to the sensations. She shifted the angle slightly, aiming the plastic cock in a certain direction, and Sam’s hips arched up, whimpering low in the back of his throat, his eyes sliding shut.
“Good?” She wondered as she angled it in the same direction again, even if from the look on his face, it was fantastic.
Sam threw his head back, moaning, his hips bucking into Jess’s moving hands.
“Fuck, Jess,” his eyes were shut as he spread his legs wider and oh fuck, actually pushing into the dildo and Jess moaned softly at the sight of it. Sex with Sam had always been intense but this was a whole different level of it; Jess thought she could maybe come just from watching.
“I can take more,” Sam said hoarsely, like there was something was trapped in his throat. His skin felt so hot, burning up underneath her. “C’mon, Jess. More. Please.”
“Oh my god, Sam,” Jess whimpered. It made her almost dizzy with excitement, the way Sam was so pliant, body so accepting under her. She’s aroused, her body hot and dripping wet between her legs, wanting so badly to be touched, to touch herself but no, she wanted to focus on Sam. She wanted to see everything he had to give, no distractions.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam moaned, almost unconsciously, “Fuck me, god.”
And Jess stuttered in her rhythm slightly, gasping, amazed and so fucking turned-on by the sounds Sam made, the way he looked, flushed and fucked-out, everything about this going straight to her cunt, throbbing and so ready.
God, he was beautiful. He looked so good like this. Jess wanted to climb on top on him and ride him while she slipped the dildo in and out as well, to fuck him and be fucked all at once. She would if it wouldn’t be a logistical nightmare, if Jess didn’t want so badly to see exactly what he looked like when he came, to commit every minutia of his facial expressions to memory and replay them over and over in her head.
Jess sped up the pace, moving in and out of him steadily, constantly hitting that spot that drove Sam completely crazy. Sam made low guttural noises that seem to come not only from his throat but from his entire body, like they were being ripped out of him, his hips moving, his dick twitching and leaking precome.
Sam was shuddering as he brought his hand to his cock but Jess gently slapped it away.
“Oh no, Sam,” She grinned at him, loving how she had him at her mercy here, how he would let her do whatever she wanted. Sam was a big guy, always made her look small, despite most guys calling her amazonian. And he here was, letting Jess fuck him open, fuck him raw and exposed, him begging like this for her.
“I wanna be the only one to make you come,” she said, sultry and husky, like a promise washing over Sam’s body.
And Sam just nodded, helplessly. He watched Jess the entire time then as she fucked him, Sam intertwining their fingers together throughout it, squeezing almost too tight as he keened and arched and trembled.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, the most out of control Jess had ever seen her boyfriend.
Sam shook when he came, shooting white and hot all over his belly, nearly bowing off the bed, groaning Jess in this wrecked tone of voice. He kept eye contact with her the entire time; the look in them, dark and heated and somehow tender, so open it hurt, damn near brought Jess to her own climax, burning her up from the inside out. Even as Sam’s orgasm trickled to an end, he was still breathing heavily, panting out her name in this awed tone of voice, like he couldn’t believe this, believe her, believe this was happening.
Jess climbed on top of him then, sitting on his chest and kissing him like she was trying to breathe him in. Sam cupped her face with one hand, his other hand slipping between her legs, two fingers entering her and his thumb on her clit and Jess whimpered and mewled, finally. She wanted to melt into him, melt into each other, his breath sweet as he kissed her. Jess never wanted this to stop, never wanted to wash Sam off her skin. His tongue was slick against hers, licking into her while he moved his fingers in and out of her, whispering I love you over and over at the corners of her mouth until Jess came shivering and aching against him.
Title: Slow Burn
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Lady Gaga/Taylor Swift
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 738
Warnings: Bondage
Summary: There are not many people Lady Gaga would let tie her up to her own bed, with her own scarves. She wouldn’t have said Taylor Swift was one of those people.
Notes: Written for unavoidedcrisis's prompts of kissing and restraints.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
There are not many people Lady Gaga would let tie her up to her own bed, with her own scarves. She wouldn’t have said Taylor Swift was one of those people, but here she was, naked, horny and eager, tied up and helpless and Taylor was being such a fucking tease.
Taylor Swift sat in her lap, completely naked, a cutesy little grin on her face. She looked almost delicate, like she’d break if Gaga pressed too hard on her skin or if she pulled too tightly on her pretty hair. Taylor didn’t touch her, just sat there and watched Gaga, her eyes taking in her body, an innocent look on her face that Gaga knew was just an act now.
“You know, you’re not as sweet as you think you are.” Gaga said, smirking at her. Taylor’s mouth quirked up but remained a cute grin, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Taylor leaned in, moving only her upper body and kissed her gently, almost tentatively. It was as if they’ve never done this before, even though they kissed earlier. Taylor went in soft and slow, Gaga’s mouth opening underneath it. Gaga may not have been able to move her hands, but she surged forward all the same, kissing Taylor with a ragged intensity, pushing her lips open and capturing them with her own, pressing and pulling. Gaga was already so turned-on, stripped bare and body warm and aching for more, more than just Taylor’s sweet mouth on hers.
Taylor tangled her fingers in Gaga’s hair, running her hands through the strands as she pulled her away, Gaga protesting with a whine in her throat. She mouthed along the soft, warm skin of Gaga’s jaw, trailing down to her neck and giving her a soft, sensual lick that made Gaga want to scream and shove her down for more.
But she was tied up good, and there was nothing she could do but writhe and try desperately to pump her hips for more friction.
Taylor pressed soft butterfly kisses to her throat, fleeting and fluttering against her, before coming back up to her lips.
“Let me touch you,” Gaga pleaded into Taylor’s mouth. The young girl shook her head.
“Not yet,” she said, running her hand down her Gaga’s chest and stomach, feather-like touches that sent shivers down her spine. “Later, I promise.”
Gaga nodded, but she couldn’t stop her legs from spreading, a silent plea for more, hips rolling and grinding up against Taylor’s body.
“Mmm,” Taylor moaned slightly, smirking just a bit. “You’re not quite as a badass as you think you are, you know?”
Taylor giggled girlishly, so cute and almost adorable if it weren’t for the way her lips were swollen, the way her hair was tousled or the way her skin gleamed with sweat, her perky breasts moving up and down as Taylor breathed. Gaga’s hands twitched against the restraints, not used to being the one held down, wanting so badly to just touch and feel Taylor’s smooth skin under her own.
Taylor kissed her again, deeper this time, sliding her tongue in. She tasted like bubblegum and vanilla and cinnamon lipgloss, completely sweet with maybe just a faint taste of something else, something earthy and sharp.
Then she licked down Gaga’s body, lavishing slow licks on Gaga’s breasts and nipples, savoring how Gaga drew in a sharp breath. Gaga could feel Taylor smiling against her skin as she made her way down her body, triumphant and sweet all at once. She kissed her way down Gaga’s stomach next, her mouth tasting the skin beneath her, covering Gaga with little tender bites, caressing her with small hands the entire time and tracing shapes all over her body. Gaga arched into it, letting out something between a purr and keening noise in response.
Then Taylor crawled down, so slow it hurt and licked the skin of Gaga’s hips and thighs, lazy and sensuous licks. Gaga thought she would die in a slow burn before she got any release, die from Taylor’s merciless teasing.
When Taylor finally reached Gaga’s clit, suckling softly and lapping wetly, two fingers moving in and out, twisting and curving within her, Gaga had already lost her mind and all it took was a few simple touches before she flew apart, shaking and shivering and sobbing with how good it was.
Title: Hedonism
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Eric/Jason/Pam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,063
Warnings: Strap-ons, dark themes, slight bloodplay.
Summary: Jason can't stop. More importantly, he doesn't want to.
Notes: Written for remytron's prompts of threesomes, blowjobs and strap-ons.
Sometimes, they say this is because of the vampire blood Jason did. This is his punishment. But Jason knows that’s a lie.
Sometimes they say this is his reward, for his part in what happened in Dallas. Jason knows that’s not entirely true either.
To be honest, he’s not sure what’s going on.
He just knows that he likes it. Underneath all the posturing and all the protests Jason makes against vampires, he fucking loves it.
Sometimes, it’s Jason eating Pam’s cunt out while Eric fucks him hard, Jason’s mouth slick and shiny with her juices, her hand pressing down mercilessly on the back of his neck. She doesn’t beg for more, she demands it. Eric goes in rough and hard, with a deep, punishing rhythm that gets all the way inside Jason. It hurts and aches with each thrust, even as Eric hits this spot inside of Jason that makes him whine and whimper into Pam’s wet cunt, Pam laughing at him.
They don’t let him come, not until they both go first. When Pam comes, she doesn’t let him come up for air until she’s satisfied. Eric comes deep inside Jason with a final sharp thrust; Jason can feel come dripping out his asshole, warm against his worn-out skin, his hole gaping open as it slips out of him. Only then can Jason come, made to jerk himself off while they watch hungrily, fangs out.
“Almost as pretty as Sookie when he’s like this, isn’t he, Pam?” Eric murmurs, as Jason comes shaking with a low whine in his throat, too fucked-out to even respond.
Jason learns to suck cock under Eric’s hand and Jason takes it, takes it until he’s leaking spit and precome at the corners of his lips. Eric’s cock tastes bitter and strong as Jason sucks the length of it in, his jaw aching, Eric almost too huge for him. He gets it in as far down as it can go; it bumps against the back of his throat and Jason gags but that just turns Eric on more, turns Jason on even. Eric fucks his face while Jason moans obscenely, until finally he comes thick down his throat, whatever Jason can’t swallow dripping down his chin.
Sometimes, it’s just Jason and Pam, him sucking off a thick, black strap-on cock she likes to wear. Eric watches, fully clothed, not even jacking off; he just watches them with an indefinable look in his eyes. Jason’s mouth is stretched wide around her cock, painfully so, swollen lips attempting to suck something that’s just too big to fit. Pam doesn’t really care, shoves his face down by the hair, telling him to take it, just fucking take it, Stackhouse.
Jason chokes and gags on it, sometimes on purpose; he knows they like it when he does that and Jason knows it’s in his best interests to keep them happy.
Sometimes, Pam fucks him with that fucking strap-on of hers, while Jason wraps his lips around Eric’s cock, Eric lazily pumping into his mouth, like he has all night to do this. Jason makes slurping noises and groans around Eric’s dick, Pam’s fake cock slamming into him with every thrust, Jason’s eyes rolling in the back of his head and his heart pumping hard. Jason can’t do anything but moan and shudder, begging for release wordlessly.
If anyone told Jason he’d be sucking vampire cock one day, and not only that, but sucking enthusiastically, he would have laughed at them, maybe punched them out. But Jason gave up shame when he started this whole mess with Eric and Pam. He can’t even remember how it began anymore.
Sometimes, they feed on him.
It doesn’t happen often-they don’t want to send Jason back to Bon Temps with scars that noticeable that often, that’ll ruin the whole game-but occasionally, when Eric fucks him, Jason moaning like a whore beneath him, his fangs break the skin of Jason’s shoulder, blood welling out and Eric laughs when Jason shudders and comes instantly in response.
But the best part about this whole fucked-up mess, after Eric’s done with him, he cuts open a vein and drags Jason’s mouth to it. It’s like drinking in beauty, like fire and ice exploding behind his eyes, like someone took the stars and made them liquid, hot and burning down his throat and so fucking good, better than anything Jason has ever tasted. And after, Jason feels better than high, he feels powerful, alive and strong and fearless.
Eric fucks him so hard, he feels it for days. He feels it at work, walking funny enough to draw the attention of his coworkers but Jason fucking loves it anyway. Part of him is terrified of other people noticing but something low and deep within him loves that he can feel Eric, even when he isn’t here. He can feel Eric everywhere, all around him, like he’s a part of him now.
Jason’s changing.
The vampire blood Eric gives him, the way Jason loses himself in the sex, the acts they commit, they strip Jason down to something primal, full of need and lust, unmaking him and building him back up again with their blood.
It’s not just the sex. It’s not even the blood. It’s Eric. Jason can feel Eric deep within him like a force of nature, wherever he goes, in his blood and in his head and in his bones. There isn’t a part of him that Eric hasn’t touched. He can feel Eric’s voice in his head, whispering, seductive and compelling, making him strong and powerful and better.
There’s more at play here, more plans dancing behind Eric’s blue eyes that Jason can’t grasp, but he knows they’re there. Jason’s dumb, but he’s not that fucking dumb. In the back of his mind, Jason knows this is a ploy. He doesn’t miss the way Pam laughs at him, or the way Eric smirks. He knows he’s being used and he isn’t sure what for yet but he knows this isn’t about him.
Jason doesn’t care. He doesn’t really want to. Maybe he’s past the point of caring. Maybe he isn’t capable of it anymore. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. Eric’s blood is coursing through his veins, setting him on fire and electrifying his nerves, so much better than sex.
Jason’s always been a hedonist.