5 Acts

[nilchance]

- Five Acts Master Post at toestastegood
- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
(Sounds like fun, doesn't it?)

ETA: fixed the link. D'oh.

The Five Acts Meme will last from the 19th until the 26th of April.



1) Polyamory. It solves everything. Extra points for polyfidelity, where everybody loves everybody and it's a big schmoopy family love-fest.
2) Penetration with sex toys like dildos or, extra love, plugs. Pegging definitely counts and is win.
3) Rimming to the point of crazy, desperate humping the sheets.
4) Double penetration. Oh yeah, man.
5) Fecund fic. Especially poly-fecund-fic. Man, this handbasket to hell sure is cramped.

Pairings/Fandoms:
- SPN: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel, Castiel/Gabriel, John/Mary, Dean/Sam, Dean/Lisa/Cas (do people write that, even?)... I'm pretty flexible.
- CWRPS: I'm not a super-huge fan of J2, but I can read and enjoy it. Jeff/anybody, Misha/anybody, Jeff/Jensen, Misha/Jensen, het, slash, genderfuck, whatever. I think I'm doing this fandom-pairings thing wrong. I just like porn, y'all.
- Leverage: Parker/Eliot/Hardison in any variation thereof. Team fic? oh god yes plz.
- Dark Angel: Joshua/Alec? Alec/anybody-but-Max?
- SGA: Team fic yesssss. I like Ronon. I like him a lot.
- Crossovers are full of win.

Comments

What Sunday Mornings Were Made For 1/2

[rock-chick-333.livejournal.com]

Jeff ambushes Jensen on his way out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, rubbing his hair with a towel and completely unable to a) see Jeff coming, or b) defend himself. Before he knows what the fuck is happening, he's been swung across the room and shoved down face-first onto the bed, with Jeff pressed up against his back hard... in more ways than one. A half-panicked squeak escapes him as he hits the sheets, which is way hot, and Jeff growls his satisfaction into Jenson's damp ear. Jensen often says he's a toppy bastard, but he only dares say it when they're both fully dressed and outside of the bedroom.

"Stay right there, boy."

Although Jensen's facing away, Jeff can practically hear him roll his eyes, which is completely unacceptable, so he rips the towel away from his hips and gives his pert backside a good swat. That earns him another squeak, and the attitude goes out of Jensen's shoulders all at once. That's more like it. Jeff nibbles at his ear, then starts at his neck, kisses and licks his way slowly down Jensen's spine.

"You know what I'm gonna do to you?"

Jensen has a damn good idea, as it pretty much always goes the same way when Jeff's in this mood, and his breath hitches in his throat. Jeff reaches the top of Jensen's butt, dips the tip of his tongue into the dimples on each side of his hips, and Jensen gasps and wriggles against the sheets.

Jeff pulls back for a moment to enjoy the view. Jensen, it has to be said, has just about the best-looking butt on the planet, like a Greek statue of a demigod. Jeff seems to spend most of his life these days wondering how the hell he got so lucky. There's a bold red handprint burning across one cheek, which is insanely hot, and Jeff stops wasting time and swoops back down, peppering kisses all over the smooth golden skin of Jensen's firm ass.

Jensen is breathy under him, trembling slightly. When Jeff takes it up a level, running the flat of his tongue up the crack of Jensen's ass - shallowly, not dipping inward yet - the tremble turns into a shiver, and he hears the first moan. He does it again, and gets a "Please" this time.

"You clean yourself up right for me, sweetheart?" he asks. It's not even in question, really, Jensen always does - but it serves to emphasize who's boss here. Jensen nods furiously, panting with anticipation.

Jeff taps Jensen's hip; he knows that signal, and lifts up a little so Jeff can slip a pillow under him, tilt that fine ass up to give him a better angle. An expectant shudder runs through Jensen and his buttocks clench and release invitingly. Jeff purrs in appreciation, then gets himself comfortable, and takes a good grip on Jensen's butt with his strong hands.

Re: What Sunday Mornings Were Made For 2/2

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He parts the cheeks to reveal Jensen's pucker, like a pink rosebud, clean and freshly soaped and just waiting for his attentions. Jensen twitches nervously under him, and he takes a moment to watch the way the ring muscles move, blows gently over them to make them work again, then gives in to the unbearable temptation and dives in fast, licking wetly all the way from the perineum to the top of his ass.

Jensen yowls and bucks under him, held in place by only Jeff's weight on his legs and those big unyielding hands. "Jeff, Christ..."

Jeff laughs wickedly, deep and promising, then mentally cracks his knuckles and gets down to the serious business of making Jensen lose his ever-loving mind. He starts off with a few more of those long, wet licks, then changes to quick flicks over the tight hole until Jensen's whole body is shaking continuously. The soft, breathy, needy noises coming out of his boy are extraordinary, such a turn-on that Jeff's starting to shake himself. He's so hard he could hammer nails with it, and from the way Jensen's shifting against the pillow, it looks like he is, too.

"More,, Jeff... fuck, please...", gasped out in a desperate whine. Jensen's voice is breaking, and Jeff knows it won't be long before he's subvocal.

"More?" he teases, nibbling and sucking at the wet skin, licking him open, until Jensen almost screams with desire, writhing against his hands. "More?"

Jensen's beyond speech now, can't form the words to answer him, but he forces out a desperate, demanding snarl, and Jeff speaks fucked-out-Jensen just fine. He's nothing if not obliging, though, and finally, finally, thank fuck, pushes in with his tongue, slides it into Jensen thick and firm, tongue-fucks him until he's bucking helplessly against the pillows and sobbing with need. Jeff keeps going until he can feel Jensen teetering on the brink, then slips his hand around and under, takes a firm hold of Jensen's cock and jacks him straight over the edge.

Jensen damn near levitates off the bed as he comes hard and fast, yelling so loud they can probably hear him three blocks away, and collapses back onto the sheets, boneless and moaning. Jeff pushes himself up the bed, lies against Jensen's back, wraps him in his arms while he floats back to earth.

"You're an evil SOB when you want to be," Jensen mutters, when he can actually speak again.

Jeff rumbles out a laugh, so deep it's practically subsonic. "I do my best, sweetheart."

This is how it starts, but they've got a long, lazy Sunday morning to fill, and Jeff's on a roll.

Re: What Sunday Mornings Were Made For 2/2

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Dude YES. For the win. I love that it's all rimming, that Jensen gets all wordless and desperate. I love it. Thank you.

Re: What Sunday Mornings Were Made For 2/2

[rock-chick-333.livejournal.com]

Whee, I'm so glad it hit the spot! *happydance* Call it a belated thank you note for Where The Baptized Drown, which I read a couple of months ago - it's the fic that first turned me on to this pairing!

SPN - Dean/Lisa/Cas - Polyamory -R - Part 1

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

Okay, I admit it. I saw "Do people even write that?" and I took it as a challenge. However...I gotta say, I really like the idea of it now.

That being said, I really wanted to continue into smutty goodness for you, but I think I need to try to give you a rain check on that. The muses weren't being friendly. I also hope it's still okay. :)



She still remembers the first time she saw him. He was exhausted and worn, and Dean hung over his shoulder like a broken ornament. Dean's support, in that rough voice of his, begged entry to her home. He said that it was what Dean desired. Through half conscious mumbling she knew he was right. She had let them in immediately, taking Dean’s other side and leading them to the couch.

She had heard on the news of the horrible things that had happened. She had heard about the explosion and the massacre. And she could only imagine if Dean had been involved, he had. And from what she could tell from his feverish talk, they had just won a hell of a battle. She had noticed how even when Dean slipped into unconsciousness the man she found out was an angel stayed vigil over him, heavy lines on his face.

It would take an idiot not to see that he was in love with the hunter, maybe even more so then she was. He, after all, had apparently been with him throughout this. But what had first caught her about Castiel was how he looked at her when she handed him a mug of tea. His eyes were full of sincerity when he thanked her, and told her she was a beautiful person for acquiescing to Dean’s request that his possible last hours be spent with her.

She had been called beautiful, sexy, everything under the sun by a lot of men. Some even meant it in an all-encompassing way. But none had seen into her like he did. None had been so strong in conviction.

Dean had healed, much to their surprise. Ben freaked in all the right ways when he started sitting up and talking with him. The boy had even taken to Castiel, finding his lack of general knowledge hilarious. It warmed her heart to see them with him. Sam had dropped by once or twice to check up on them, and even he had noticed a changed.

A week turned into a few, and then a handful of months. She had moved Dean into a guest room. Castiel didn’t seem to need a room. He’s stick around before disappearing at bedtime. They fell into a strange routine. After an agonizing two months of self-restraint Dean found his way back into her bed. She hadn’t realized just how much she had longed for this, and while nothing drastically changed day-to-day, there was a strange hole that shouldn’t exist.

They never said anything about their nights, but their angel had picked up on something. He’d retire from their company earlier in the evening. He’d give them space. It wasn’t right.

Re: SPN - Dean/Lisa/Cas - Polyamory -R - Part 2

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She came home one evening to find Castiel in the kitchen. Ben was at a friend’s house for the night. Dean was stuck late at the auto shop, trying to prove himself as the new guy. She let her coat and purse fall into one of the dining room chairs, inhaling with approval.

“It smells delicious.” She complimented him.

“Ben will be away. I thought you and Dean would enjoy a dinner together.” His reply made her pause. She came up behind him, taking a sip of the sauce from the wooden spoon he offered.

“Mmm, tastes good too. But it’s just you and me tonight. Dean’s stuck at work. And there’s no way I can eat all of this by myself.”

He agreed, and proceeded to set out the table for her. They ate as she briefed him on the day and the upcoming week. Castiel was his ever-gentlemanly self, offering suggestions where he could. But it was more then his social incapacities that kept him quite. It wasn’t until they had retreated to the couch that she addressed him about it. She wasn’t sure why, but she needed to resolve this.

“I am being intrusive.” Castiel said, point blank. “It is not customary for a third party to be so involved in the daily lives of a couple is it?”

She nodded, of course that’s what it was.

“Dean…is very fond of you.” He settled. “You are a source of happiness for him. He deserves that. I don’t want to be an annoyance.”

“Cas…” She reached over to take his hand. “Since when is anything about Dean Winchester conventional? You make him happy as well.”

“Not…in the same ways.” Castiel couldn’t look her in the eye. “This vessel is…not preferred by him.” She grinned at his innocence. She scooted closer to him.

Cunningly, she slipped a hand onto his knee. Dipping her head down to get him to look at her didn’t work. Instead she leaned over and pressed her lips his temple. He looked back at her in confusion. She took the chance to properly kiss him. From his reaction Castiel wasn’t a novice, though how that had happened she wasn’t sure.

“Do you remember the other week, when we took Ben swimming?” She asked. Castiel nodded. “Do you remember how Ben pulled you in, to teach you how to swim? When the both of you came out for dinner, the sun practically made you sparkle like you came from a teen fantasy novel.” Castiel didn’t seem to see her point.

“I was watching him. Cas… He wants you just as badly as you want him.” His look was anything short of perplex. “As badly as I do.” She amended.

This time it was Castiel who sought her touch. With hesitation she slid back guiding him to lean over her. He may have been an expert kisser, but he was clearly nervous. It was quite endearing. But sentiments were soon forgotten as hands slipped underclothing to caress skin. He was, however, an incredibly fast learner.

Their pace was slow, caring. But in no time flat she was down to little more then her bra and he his pants. She giggled when he kissed her bellybutton, slowly looping his fingers around the edge of her panties.

“Looks like I’m just in time.” Dean’s voice was anything but annoyed. If anything the grease-smeared man looked pleased, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip at the sight before him. She grinned, crocking a finger to bid him closer. He came as commanded, leaning down to place a quick kiss on her lips. Before looking at Castiel who had stopped nervously.

“Don’t stop.” She encouraged him, bringing his attention back to her.

“No, he should.” Dean’s protest confused them until he pulled on Castiel’s shoulder, drawing him up away from her. “He’s got way too much on for this game.”

“And you’re one to talk?” She snorted at him. He saw her challenge and ripped off his work shirt, his shoes having been left at the door. “Okay. That’s a little better.”

Dean turned his attention back to Castiel who had been watching the exchange. The Winchester lowered himself onto his knees on the rug, his fingers connecting through the belt loops on Cas’ pants he pulled him up on his own knees before thumbing the button out of the way. With a rough yank the dress pants slipped over Castiel’s lithe hips to pool at his knees.

Re: SPN - Dean/Lisa/Cas - Polyamory -R - Part 3

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Mimicking the angel’s early actions to her, he kissed Castiel’s navel before sliding his way up, pausing below his heart. “No more of this standoff bullshit. What ever this is, what ever we are, it’s us. The three of us. Got it?” The angel nodded and was rewarded with the taste of Dean on his mouth.

This kiss was not the gentle one she had experienced. She suspected this was the accumulation of possibly over a year’s worth of yearning poured into a single moment. And it was possibly the hottest thing she had ever seen. She was pretty sure she could die happy of the sight.

She wasn’t forgotten. The boys hadn’t gone long before the reached out to her, drawing her into their arms. She gasped as Dean guided Cas’ hands, teaching him quickly what he had learned about her body. She couldn’t remember a time she had felt this prized. But one glance at the angel, with his fixation on her with a brief pause to pay tribute to the other man, was even more precious.

The awkward atmosphere that lingered around them had dissipated. And as she switched places with Dean to offer Cas his second guided tour of the evening, she couldn’t help but wonder just what other spaces were meant for these two glorious men who had found contentment with her. She had the suspicious feeling she’d figure that out soon enough.

Re: SPN - Dean/Lisa/Cas - Polyamory -R - Part 3

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Oh I LOVE this. Intimate and sweet and just... perfect. I love this Cas and this Lisa and this Dean; I love that Ben finds Cas funny, like Dean does. It's so great. Thank you. *smoosh*

Re: SPN - Dean/Lisa/Cas - Polyamory -R - Part 3

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my first reaction upon opening this e-mail; "ZOMG! ADORABLE ICON!" seriously. Too. Cute.

I am SO SO glad that you like this. I was quite worried when I started, so thank you. And thanks for opening my eyes to this ship. Because, darn it. It just works for me.