Mine (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Biting, Possessiveness or jealousy, Restraint)heeroluvaMay 10 2011, 20:23:04 UTC
Arthur didn’t like the looks that Merlin was shooting his new knight, Lancelot, didn’t like the fact that the admiring looks when Merlin thought no one was looking were directed at someone that wasn’t him. Arthur couldn’t really blame him though as the other man had turned even his eyes, but at least Arthur had the decency to not ogle him in public.
When Lancelot rose to leave from the feast, Merlin followed shortly after despite not being dismissed. Begging his leave from his father, Arthur quickly exited, intent on his course. Merlin was his, and he wasn’t going to let some lowly knight have him, particularly without his say so. However if anyone had dared asked, Arthur would have knocked their teeth out
( ... )
It’s good to be Headmaster (Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach, kind of all five)pairatimeMay 11 2011, 04:36:12 UTC
He could feel his muscles relaxing under the masterful hands that were kneading him with the warm oil. The way the fingers seems to know just where to press to release the tension he hadn’t even noticed. Letting him just relax.
He loved the way his whole body just let go. He could feel his arms and legs just drifting off almost as if they weren’t even part of him anymore.
And he hated it when it stopped and went with the knocking on the door. “Ian
( ... )
Sam/Gabriel - restraint, going bad.sin_stained_inkMay 11 2011, 21:09:37 UTC
Uh, not particularly porny, and I think some plotty stuff snuck in the door... Sorry.
“I warned you, you know. Years ago. Stop trying to save your brother because you’re only going to make it worse in the long run. But no, now it’s not enough for you to save your brother, you have to save the whole freakin’ world as well.” Gabriel flexes his friends, rattling the handcuffs. He can get out of them with a thought, Sam knows, but he isn’t even trying to escape. Instead, he squirms, shooting Sam the same looks he’s been giving him since he turned up at the motel they well staying at a month ago. Looks that say that he wants to fuck Sam into the mattress until he screams. Sam’s tempted, but he won’t allow it because Gabriel isn’t Gabriel anymore. “It’s no worse than what happened with - what did she call herself? Ruby? At least I was something good once.” The handcuffs fall away, but Gabriel just tosses them over the edge of the bed. He lifts a hand to snap and Sam grabs his wrist, twisting his arm into a position that makes Gabriel wince
( ... )
Re: Sam/Gabriel - restraint, going bad.auroramamaMay 14 2011, 13:12:00 UTC
Not fair, Sam. Gabriel can't help but like it now. I'm almost sure he fought while he could. But it must be so much easier now he's stopped wanting to.
He's free. He can even help the Winchesters if he likes. Let them hold him, bind him. Tar baby is both a trickster and a demon's game. See what happens. Catch me, catch you. What does it matter?
Forever (Tin Man, Glitch/Wyatt, Possessiveness or jealousy ) 1/1heeroluvaMay 15 2011, 03:31:10 UTC
After a week, Glitch was convinced that Cain was avoiding him. At first he thought that perhaps he was glitching again, forgetting things. However, he’d been surprisingly glitch free since the evil which had been vanquished. It had taken three instances for him to notice that every time he entered a room that Cain was in that he made a hasty exit. Mind made up, he’d spent the next two days trying to corner the other man. When that didn’t work, Glitch decided to wait for Cain in his room, and that’s what led to their current situation
( ... )
Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 1janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:56:51 UTC
Gabriel courts Sam with a slew of little luxuries, the kinds of stuff two guys living out of rucksacks, perpetually on the road, rarely get to indulge in. He makes fresh, out of season fruits appear magically in their motel rooms. And soda you can’t normally get outside of Texas (of course, for an archangel it’s a short trip to Texas from absolutely anywhere). He arranges random deliveries of fancy soft toilet paper no motel ever stocks. And there other things, too. Bigger things. Sam’s laptop magically gets a RAM upgrade overnight, without having left his bag. The Winchester duo are somehow inexplicably upgraded to the best room in the Pinewoods Inn, complete with kitchen facilities and bathtub and five kinds of bubble bath. Sam gets a bright red card from a “secret admirer” on Valentine’s Day, and a huge bunch of exotic flowers is delivered on his birthday. (The card generates much mockery, as intended. The flowers make Dean sneeze, also as intended.) Gabriel courts Sam by appearing as the guy who sells him the morning
( ... )
Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 2janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:58:31 UTC
Gabriel nods. It’s as suitable a euphemism for what he wants as any other he can think up in this dreary dying language.
“I’ll consider it,” Sam says. “But I’d like some information from you. How have you been following me around? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be invisible to angel-radar?”
“Oh, that?” Gabriel waves a dismissive hand. “I’ve been around long enough to know the tricks. I can follow a car with the best of ‘em. I can trace your fake names through all the motels of North America, rather like that creep did in Lolita.” He’d been around when that was published of course. Such fuss! So many dicks virtually volunteering to be tricked! Good times, good times. “There are even a few demons and pagan gods and such who owe me favours. You guys aren’t hard to track down, if only one can think outside the rigid box of an angelic education.” At this point, it seems appropriate to bow very low and disappear off to parts far, far away (or, you know, just around the corner), before Sam can go back on his word that he’ll
( ... )
Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 3janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:59:25 UTC
It’s maybe two weeks later, when Gabriel is happily sunning himself on his favourite sun-soaked Pacific isle watching a five-year-old laugh as, inexplicably, every punch his bully tries to land rebounds on the bully, that Sam calls. Gabriel hears the prayer, tight and narrow, for his ears only. Oh, well. The bully will just have to stay incapable of inflicting violence that doesn’t rebound until Gabriel can get back here. And he doesn’t think it’s much of a priority. So he leaves a generous tip for the gorgeous plump local woman who brought him his drink, stuffs his sunhat in his pocket, and disappears off to the wilds of east Kansas.
Sam Winchester is standing alone in the middle of the world’s dreariest third-rate motel room, covered in mud, blood, ash, and sundry other substances Gabriel suspects he would do better not to identify. He looks shattered, exhausted, wrecked.
“Now would be a really good time for all your special gifts and pampering and niceness,” he says
( ... )
Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 4/4janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 07:00:37 UTC
When Dean comes back, with a six-pack of beer under one arm and a bag of takeout in the other hand, to find Sam and Gabriel sitting in the now-double bed in matching silk pyjamas laughing at the now-HD television, the look on his face is priceless. Seriously, Gabriel’s not sure he could have done better if he’d actually set out to trick the guy.
Can he help it if he feels the urge to rub it in, just a little?
“Hello, new brother-in-law!” he cries ebulliently.
Dean stiffens precipitously.
“Dean? Before you explode, you might wanna take a look at the magical bathtub. And I think Gabe got you some PJs, too. And Doctor Sexy’s up next on the enormous TV. I’m sure Gabe can keep the food hot.”
“Of course. The meanest little cherub could manage that much on his first day. Go, relax. Would you prefer your bath with harem girls, or without?”
Dean blinks rather stupidly while his mouth falls gradually open.
***“I think you broke my brother,” Sam complains
( ... )
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When Lancelot rose to leave from the feast, Merlin followed shortly after despite not being dismissed. Begging his leave from his father, Arthur quickly exited, intent on his course. Merlin was his, and he wasn’t going to let some lowly knight have him, particularly without his say so. However if anyone had dared asked, Arthur would have knocked their teeth out ( ... )
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He could feel his muscles relaxing under the masterful hands that were kneading him with the warm oil. The way the fingers seems to know just where to press to release the tension he hadn’t even noticed. Letting him just relax.
He loved the way his whole body just let go. He could feel his arms and legs just drifting off almost as if they weren’t even part of him anymore.
And he hated it when it stopped and went with the knocking on the door. “Ian ( ... )
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Uh, not particularly porny, and I think some plotty stuff snuck in the door... Sorry.
“I warned you, you know. Years ago. Stop trying to save your brother because you’re only going to make it worse in the long run. But no, now it’s not enough for you to save your brother, you have to save the whole freakin’ world as well.” Gabriel flexes his friends, rattling the handcuffs. He can get out of them with a thought, Sam knows, but he isn’t even trying to escape. Instead, he squirms, shooting Sam the same looks he’s been giving him since he turned up at the motel they well staying at a month ago. Looks that say that he wants to fuck Sam into the mattress until he screams. Sam’s tempted, but he won’t allow it because Gabriel isn’t Gabriel anymore.
“It’s no worse than what happened with - what did she call herself? Ruby? At least I was something good once.” The handcuffs fall away, but Gabriel just tosses them over the edge of the bed. He lifts a hand to snap and Sam grabs his wrist, twisting his arm into a position that makes Gabriel wince ( ... )
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He's free. He can even help the Winchesters if he likes. Let them hold him, bind him. Tar baby is both a trickster and a demon's game. See what happens. Catch me, catch you. What does it matter?
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“I’ll consider it,” Sam says. “But I’d like some information from you. How have you been following me around? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be invisible to angel-radar?”
“Oh, that?” Gabriel waves a dismissive hand. “I’ve been around long enough to know the tricks. I can follow a car with the best of ‘em. I can trace your fake names through all the motels of North America, rather like that creep did in Lolita.” He’d been around when that was published of course. Such fuss! So many dicks virtually volunteering to be tricked! Good times, good times. “There are even a few demons and pagan gods and such who owe me favours. You guys aren’t hard to track down, if only one can think outside the rigid box of an angelic education.” At this point, it seems appropriate to bow very low and disappear off to parts far, far away (or, you know, just around the corner), before Sam can go back on his word that he’ll ( ... )
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Sam Winchester is standing alone in the middle of the world’s dreariest third-rate motel room, covered in mud, blood, ash, and sundry other substances Gabriel suspects he would do better not to identify. He looks shattered, exhausted, wrecked.
“Now would be a really good time for all your special gifts and pampering and niceness,” he says ( ... )
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Can he help it if he feels the urge to rub it in, just a little?
“Hello, new brother-in-law!” he cries ebulliently.
Dean stiffens precipitously.
“Dean? Before you explode, you might wanna take a look at the magical bathtub. And I think Gabe got you some PJs, too. And Doctor Sexy’s up next on the enormous TV. I’m sure Gabe can keep the food hot.”
“Of course. The meanest little cherub could manage that much on his first day. Go, relax. Would you prefer your bath with harem girls, or without?”
Dean blinks rather stupidly while his mouth falls gradually open.
***“I think you broke my brother,” Sam complains ( ... )
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