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Five Acts Meme Round 4

- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. Inspiration can be found here. 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 and post comment-fic based off their themes.
- The Five Acts Meme will last May 9-15.

1. Biting (marking, nipping, chewing)

2. Possessiveness or jealousy

3. Restraint (pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement)

4. Pampering (spoiling someone rotten with gifts or money; physical pampering such as massage and grooming; giving someone a novel or unexpected degree of emotional or sexual care; catering to someone's every whim, e.g., someone who is in the hospital; harems as settings for pampering)

5. Falling (falling from grace; going bad; turning to the Dark Side; Faustian deals; succumbing to temptation or addiction; degradation and descent in general)

Tribe: Ram/Trudy, Luke/Jack, Lex/Jack, Bray/Lex

Glee: Puck/Kurt

Merlin: Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Gwaine

Power Rangers: Jason/Billy, Hunter/Cam, Conner/Kira, Madison/Daggeron, RJ/Casey, Dillon/Ziggy, Wes/Eric

Bandom: Gerard/Mikey, Gerard/Frank, Party Poison/Kobra Kid (Killjoys)

Santa Clause: Charlie/Bernard

Numb3rs: Don/Charlie

Shelter: Shaun/Zach

White Collar: Peter/Neal

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel

Big Wolf On Campus: Tommy/Merton

H2O Just Add Water: Lewis/Cleo, Zane/Rikki

Fast and the Furious: Dom/Brian, Carter/Brian

Leverage: Nate/Elliot

Terminator Sarah Connor Chronicles: Derek/John

Eureka: Nathan/Jack

Stargate SG1: Jack/Daniel

Ocean Girl: Neri/Jason

Star Trek AOS: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu

Alice: Alice/Hatter

American Idol: Adam/Kris, Cook/Archuleta

Boy Meets World: Shawn/Cory

UnNatural History: Henry/Jasper

Eerie Indiana: Marshall/Dash

Tin Man: Glitch/Wyatt

Addams Family: Wednesday/Joel

Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Conrad, Ian/Coach

Percy Jackson: Percy/Luke, Percy/Apollo

Victorious: Beck/Tori, Beck/Tori/Jade, Tori/Jade

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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.

Turning a corner he saw Merlin slip into a shadowed alcove, and with a growl, ran forward, intent on ripping him away from Lancelot. However, he was shocked when he had Merlin pinned against the wall, his thin wrists held tightly in his hands and no sight of his wayward knight.

“Arthur!” Merlin exclaimed, tugging ineffectively at his wrists. “Let me go,” he demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing, sneaking out of the hall like that.”

“What?” Merlin asked in confusion.

Arthur could almost believe it. Almost. “Don’t play coy with me. I’ve seen how you’ve looked at him. Know that you were following him. Were you meeting here? Going for a quick and dirty fuck in a dark corner?”

Merlin’s eyes were so wide that that the whites were visible even in darkness of the alcove, and he shook his head violently in denial.

Ignoring it, Arthur crowded him farther slipping his leg between spread thighs, pressing against sensitive flesh as he pushed Merlin’s hands easily against the wall above his head while the other fisted his hair, pulling him in for a punishing kiss.

When Arthur finally pulled back they were both panting, and he smugly noted the dazed look and dilated eyes over which long lashes curled.

“You’re mine, Merlin,” Arthur growled against his lips, tugging sharply at the sensitive skin there. “Say it,” he demanded. Merlin whimpered, a lovely sound, as he ground against Arthur’s legging, seeking friction, but Arthur stilled his movement. Dropping his head to Merlin’s neck, he sucked hard, pulling blood to the surface, nipping at screaming nerves, leaving a mark for all to see.

“Yes, Arthur, sire, anything. I’m yours. Please!” Merlin begged so prettily, squirming desperately.

“If I knew all it took was taking you to my bed to get you to address me with the proper amount of respect, I would have done this ages ago,” Arthur said, as he tugged at the binding to both their breaches.

“This feels a lot like a wall to me.”

“Perhaps I spoke to soon. Maybe a punishment is in order.” Arthur’s fist closed around both their bared cocks, and he was unsure if Merlin’s whine was in response to his words or his touch or both. Stroking both their cocks, he panted in Merlin’s ear. “Would you like that? Do you want me to spank your ass until it’s red and hot, till you can’t sit without being reminded of me, of my hands on you, of my cock is your arse?”

Arthur took the full body shudder and the sudden spill of wetness against his fingers as a yes, and at the thought quickly found his own orgasm, slumping against Merlin as his knees threatened to buckle.

Neither noticed Lancelot quietly sneaking away, a please grin spread across his face.

Yum.... I approve of this so much.

Glad you enjoyed it. :D First Merlin piece and was fun.

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.”

“Something wrong Conner?” Ian asked as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the massage table.

“You missed dinner. I wanted to make sure no problems came up,” Conner answered as his eyes travel over Ian’s naked body, glancing quickly at Coach’s almost naked body.

“It’s been a long week and I needed to unwind and as you can see everything is fine,” Ian said back as he leaned back resting against Coach’s broad form. “ But that’s not why you’re here and we both know it,” Ian continued as he started running his hand down his chest and to his treasure trail.

“Ian this isn’t-,” Conner started to say as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

Any words Conner may have said after were lost as Ian pounced on him. Shoving Conner into the wall as he plundered his mouth until Conner came passive and breathless. Ian pulled back and grabbed Conner by the shoulder turning him in a single moment, “I’ve told you what I do with him doesn’t change what I do with you,” Ian whispered as he pulled down Conner’s pants. “Who’s are you?”

“Yours,” Conner hissed back as he felt an oil slick hand slid between his ass checks and press in.

“That’s right,” Ian grinned as he penned Conner’s hands to the wall to stop his movements as he slowly entered the other man. Nuzzling at his neck to push away the collar of his shirt.

He could feel the way his body reacted, enjoying on some levels the scene before him.

He loved how forceful and powerful Ian could be when he let him go and enjoy the moment, holding nothing back. The way nothing else seemed to matter when Ian was looking at you, touching you, inside you.

He hated it when it was it was someone else what was given that gift, the gift he helped Ian’s embrace. The way he excepted this as the price to feel it again as he watched Ian muffle his orgasm in Conner’s neck. He forced himself to let out his breathe as he focused on the sadly easing throb on his own neck.

@____@ HOLY....

♥ ♥ ♥

I think I might love you. Is that creepy?

no it's fine, just fine

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 before he thrusts up towards Sam. Sam almost pulls away when he realises that Gabriel isn’t half hard now. No, now he’s hard against Sam’s thigh, hot even through the jeans and when he looks at Gabriel’s face, his pupils are huge, almost completely engulfing the iris.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He lets Gabriel thrust up against him, slowly, like he’s got forever and the part of his mind that should be screaming nodirtywrongsickangeldemongoodevil must have gone on strike again.

“You like this,” Sam hisses, shocked. “You like what’s happened to you, what Purgatory’s turned you into.”

Gabriel’s eyes gloss over black, and he’s more threatening than he ever was as a trickster. He thrusts up once more and whispers, “Maybe I love it,” and Sam gasps as he feels the pleasure shoot through him, spreading through his body and tingling until it almost becomes a sting. He grips Gabriel’s wrist tighter, pinning him to the bed, letting him grind against him, but keeping hold of those fragile bones in his wrist until he swears he’s going to hear them crack in a minute.

Gabriel comes first, one hand working his cock through his jeans, pressed close to Sam like it’s normal; he gasps like it’s his last breath, eye wide, open and completely black. Sam closes his eyes and imagines Gabriel smirking, his eyes clear, bright and strange, almost amber, colour. He comes quietly, and tries not to think about what Gabriel’s become.

Sam traces a sigil across Gabriel’s throat, ignoring the slight flinch it draws from him.

“I think I liked you more when you were on our side,” he says, and goes to get up. His jeans are already becoming stick and uncomfortable. Gabriel’s already cleaned himself up – he heard him snap his fingers a second ago – and is examining the red marks the handcuffs left behind with a bored expression. He turns away, perching on the edge of the bed. This isn’t Gabriel. It’s something else, something evil, cruel and corrupted that Purgatory created. This isn’t an angel anymore.

Behind him, Gabriel laughs. “Who says I’m not?”

Evil!Gabriel! Yay! This was so awesome. I didn't even think about Gabriel being in Purgatory.

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?

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.

“Glitch,” Cain said flatly, clearly unhappy to see him.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that you’ve been avoiding me. I don’t remember doing anything wrong, but I don’t remember a lot of things, so it’s clearly possible that I did do something to upset you, and whatever it is plea—”

“Glitch, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just needed some time to think, to get used to not having you.”

Glitch gaped at the tin man before him. “Am I going somewhere?”

Cain shook his head sadly. “No, Glitch. I’m going to be the one going. The Queen has asked me to begin the search for new tin men to train.”

“Oh, Wyatt. That’s wonderful news. Congratulations. When we leave? Is it soon? Do I have time to pack a bag? Wait, do I even own a bag?”

Clasping his hand over Glitches mouth, Wyatt halted the flow of babble. “No, Glitch. I’ll be going on my own. You’re staying here.”

Glitch’s eyes went huge and wide in his pale face. “What? Why?” He gestured towards the zipper. “Is it because of this? I thought you were okay with it.”

Cain cursed as tears rose to Glitch’s eyes. He hadn’t wanted this, had hoped to slip away and not deal with any of this messiness. He knew it was cowardly, but he also knew how easily Glitch could talk him into anything. Raising his hand, he ran it along the zipper bisecting Glitches head, still surprised at how warm and smooth it was. “Never, never believe that I don’t want you, that this makes you any less a man or any less important to me.”

“Then why?” Glitch demanded.

“I have come to realize that you’re needed here. The Queen wants you here. This is where you belong.”

Glitch’s face darkened. “The Queen looks at me and only see’s Ambrose. Ambrose is a brain in a jar, and I will never be him again. I can’t be him. I don’t want to be him. I like being me. I’m Glitch, not Ambrose.”

His voice broke, and he looked so lost that Wyatt did what he said he wouldn’t, and pulled Glitch close.

“Don’t leave me,” Glitch begged. “Please don’t make me stay here.”

Cain’s heart broke a little for having been dumb even it cause Glitch this pain, to make such a decision without speaking to the other man first. “Never, Glitch. You’re stuck with me as long as you’ll have me.”

Glitch pulled back suddenly, smiling widely in happiness. “Really? Do you really mean that? Forever?”

“Forever’s a long time, but if that’s what you want.”

Glitch smiled shyly before leaning in for a kiss.

Wyatt returned it happily, wondering how he’d almost done something so stupid as leave this behind. He was Glitch’s and Glitch was his. Forever.

Aw... that so sweet. ♥

Thanks!

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 paper and wishes him a nice day, by winking at him from out of billboards featuring underwear-clad supermodels in high-heeled shoes, and by leaving him occasional brief voicemails informing him of various ways in which he is wonderful. Once, he stops by Sam’s dreams in order to turn a distressing nightmare about high school jocks with grudges and scythes into a hilarious farce involving the jocks, a quantity of chicken fat, and some carnivorous Post-It Notes.

Sam courts Gabriel by hunting him down and chasing him with sharp sticks, just like old times. Gabriel completely gets the joke and is the first to laugh. And, uh, the only one to laugh, but he’s sure Sam is laughing on the inside. Even as he’s pinning Gabriel against a handy brick wall with his enormous, muscular body.

“What the hell, man? Are you stalking me now?”

“Just trying to brighten up your days, dearest. Is that a crime?”

“Only when you—wait, ‘dearest’?” His nostrils flare, his eyes narrow. It’s cute. “Are you—you can’t be—surely—are you hitting on me or something?”

“Oh, thank Daddy, he finally gets it!”

“What makes you think I’d be interested?”

“Well, I am inexpressibly, superbly, awesomely wonderful. You know, just for starters.”

Sam snorts. “Even supposing I accept all that—not saying I do—what makes you think I have any interest in men, that way?”

Gabriel employs a little Grace to free the arm Sam has hold of so he can scratch at a tiny itch behind his ear. “Two things, really. I happened to spot you a couple months back, on your knees for some dude in an alley behind a dance club, jerking off furiously. You know, while I just happened to be randomly passing by, minding my own business. Second, your boner is digging into my hip.”

“That’s my gun, in my pocket,” Sam growls, pulling his hips guiltily back while still attempting to keep Gabriel pinned.

“No, it isn’t. You’re just happy to see me, Samosa.” He waggles his eyebrows in that endearingly suggestive way he practices in the mirror sometimes.

Sam frowns, and Gabriel feels guilty for the joking.

Well, a little.

“It’s all right Sam, it’s great, I love you too, let’s elope.”

“You killed my brother,” Sam complains. “A bunch of times.”

Why must he keep focusing on the wrong things? “Yes, but not permanently! He’s all right now, isn’t he? Back to normal? Brooding, making eyes at my little brother, and looking for supernatural creatures to shoot?”

Sam, of course, has to concede that. He’s not an unreasonable sort, really. You know, for a human. He even steps back and lets Gabriel go. “So you want us to, like, date or something?”

[...]

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 think about it.

***

Dean, Gabriel observes while loitering invisibly in the vicinity of a certain Chevrolet Impala, is not at all pleased to be told they have to stop accepting the gifts from Sam’s admirer.

“But why?” Dean demands. “Unless she’s evil, whoever she is? Do you know who it is? Is she evil? Is she hot?”

Sam throws up his hands in defeat. “Fine. It’s the Trickster, okay? Apparently he wants my svelte body or something.”

Dean snorts incredulously. “You’re his type, really? Did you tell him you like pussy?”

“The subject didn’t come up. Besides, would you say that to the Trickster? You’d probably wind up with a pussy of your very own.”

Dean chooses this moment to adjust himself in his jeans, as though to make sure all the essentials are still in there.

Gabriel has to fight the urge to slap his thigh and laugh like a maniac. Because that isn’t at all the sort of thing he’d do—because it never would have occurred to him. But now that it’s been suggested, his fingers are itching to make it happen. Sam, however, probably wouldn’t approve of Gabriel turning his brother into a woman for no good reason, so resist he must.

Oh, Sam. The things I sacrifice for you.

“Hey, you think he could turn himself into a hot chick? Then you two could date, and I could keep enjoying all the free gifts.”

“I don’t think angels’ vessels work that way. He could go get himself a new one, maybe? I got the impression they were kinda rare. Anyway, I’m used to him the way he is.”

“Yeah, but we don’t date dudes, Sammy.”

“We don’t, no.”

There’s a spectacularly uncomfortable silence that makes Gabriel want to shriek with laughter.

Dean rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, anything you want to tell me, Sammy?”

“You’ll go all weird on me.”

“I won’t. Well, okay, I’ll try not to.”

Sam lets out his breath in a huff, sucks in some more air. “I mainly like pussy, as you so charmingly put it. But, maybe thirty percent of the time? Dick is where it’s at for me. Deal with it.”

Dean Winchester speechless is so hilarious a sight that Gabriel actually has to take the drastic step of rendering himself inaudible as well as invisible because this time he simply cannot hold back the laughter.

***

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.

Gabriel smiles, clicks his fingers, and leaves Sam clean, smelling delicately of rose petals, and dressed in a fetching set of royal blue silk pyjamas just the right size and length for his broad, tall frame. “A good start,” he decides.

He’s completely stunned when Sam grabs him by the scruff of the neck and kisses him, hard at first and then softer, more friendly, until it’s just the flutter of lips against lips, and then nothing but a lingering tingle. “Yeah,” Sam squeaks. He looks down, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he repeats, at his usual pitch. “Yeah, that could work. But there would be conditions.”

“Conditions,” Gabriel repeats, having not yet quite managed to unmelt his mind.

“I need to be able to trust you. So no more tricks on Dean and me. And no lying. We deal with each other in good faith.”

“Sounds fair.”

“And if you keep up the treats, you’ll have to treat Dean too or he’ll feel left out and resentful.”

Gabriel beams. This is going much better than he’d hoped. His plan for getting into Sam’s heart and bed had been forecast to take all year. “Can do. Absolutely. No tricks, more treats, Dean not left out.”

“But Dean does need to be left out of the sex, you realise?”

Gabriel nods. He has, in fact, easily apprehended that much. Then he double-takes. “The sex? So you’ve already decided there’s going to be sex?” He rubs his hands together. “Oh, goody.”

“We’ll see, Gabriel. We’ll see.”

Gabriel is surprised—though not displeased—to find that hearing Sam say that feels even better than playing tricks on the Winchester duo. “How about a nice bath, to relax you, and then you can tell me all about your day?”

“There isn’t a tub here.”

“There will be. Just give me a minute.”

***

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.

“Aw, poor Sammy. Let me kiss it better—”

“NONE OF THAT!” comes Dean’s roar from the bathroom. “Not until at least the third date! And not in my motel room!”

“Yes, Dean,” they chorus sweetly.

***END***

Edited 2011-05-17 07:01 (UTC)

*giggles*

:-D

So, I wrote a fic for you some time ago, and haven't been able to access it until now. So enjoy:)

story at my journal (http://princess-aleera.livejournal.com/113183.html)

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Five Acts Meme Round 4

Mine (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Biting, Possessiveness or jealousy, Restraint)

Re: Mine (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Biting, Possessiveness or jealousy, Restraint)

Re: Mine (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Biting, Possessiveness or jealousy, Restraint)

It’s good to be Headmaster (Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach, kind of all five)

Re: It’s good to be Headmaster (Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach, kind of all five)

Re: It’s good to be Headmaster (Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach, kind of all five)

Sam/Gabriel - restraint, going bad.

Re: Sam/Gabriel - restraint, going bad.

Re: Sam/Gabriel - restraint, going bad.

Forever (Tin Man, Glitch/Wyatt, Possessiveness or jealousy ) 1/1

Re: Forever (Tin Man, Glitch/Wyatt, Possessiveness or jealousy ) 1/1

Re: Forever (Tin Man, Glitch/Wyatt, Possessiveness or jealousy ) 1/1

Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 1

Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 2

Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 3

Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 4/4

Re: Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 4/4

Re: Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 4/4

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