Law

stargateprompts

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 20:26:52 GMT

Power	Regret	Ex-Lover	Birthday	Nightmare
Dark	Fight	Dance	Heartsick	Sacrifice
Dream	Red	Revenge	Destiny	Death
Temptation	Misunderstanding	Years	Birth	Snuggle
Rome	Journey	Reunion	Agendas	Children
Christmas	Drunk	Sydney	Betrayed	Paris
Magical	Acceptance	Jealous	Lost	Slutty
Sister	Fire	Vengeful	Lovers	Compassion

dwtwprompts

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 19:10:14 GMT

"Uninvited" by Alanis Morrissette	"Black Sunday" by Cold	"Learn to Be Still" by Eagles	"Not Ready to Make Nice" by Dixie Chicks	"Listen to the Rain" by Evanesence
"Bring Me To Life" by Evanesence	"Killing Me Softly" by Lauren Hill	"My December" by Linkin Park	"Like a Prayer" by Madonna	"Sex Bomb" by Max Raabe
"Ice" by Sarah McLachlan	"The Show Must Go On" by Queen	"Don't Speak" by No Doubt	"Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails	"Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica
"Adia" by Sarah McLachlan	"Angel" by Sarah McLachlan	"Full of Grace" by Sarah McLachlan	"Like A Virgin" by Madonna	"Material Girl" by Madonna
"You're So Vain" by Carly Simon	"Jackson" Johnny Cash and June Carter	"The Sign" by Ace Of Base	"I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith	"Can't Fight The Moonlight" by LeAnn Rimes
"Who Will Save Your Soul" by Jewel	"Pieces of You" by Jewel	"Firefly - Theme Song" by Joss Whedon	"If It Makes You Happy" by Sheryl Crow	"Redemption Day" by Sheryl Crow
"Hey Jude" by The Beatles	"Cry Baby Cry" by The Beatles	"Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles	"Penny Lane" by The Beatles	"Everday Is A Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow
Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice

heroesprompts

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:50:08 GMT

table...">

"Uninvited" by Alanis Morrissette	"Black Sunday" by Cold	"Learn to Be Still" by Eagles	"Not Ready to Make Nice" by Dixie Chicks	"Listen to the Rain" by Evanesence
"Bring Me To Life" by Evanesence	"Killing Me Softly" by Lauren Hill	"My December" by Linkin Park	"Like a Prayer" by Madonna	"Sex Bomb" by Max Raabe
"Ice" by Sarah McLachlan	"The Show Must Go On" by Queen	"Don't Speak" by No Doubt	"Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails	"Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica
"Adia" by Sarah McLachlan	"Angel" by Sarah McLachlan	"Full of Grace" by Sarah McLachlan	"Like A Virgin" by Madonna	"Material Girl" by Madonna
"You're So Vain" by Carly Simon	"Jackson" Johnny Cash and June Carter	"The Sign" by Ace Of Base	"I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith	"Can't Fight The Moonlight" by LeAnn Rimes
"Who Will Save Your Soul" by Jewel	"Pieces of You" by Jewel	"Firefly - Theme Song" by Joss Whedon	"If It Makes You Happy" by Sheryl Crow	"Redemption Day" by Sheryl Crow
"Hey Jude" by The Beatles	"Cry Baby Cry" by The Beatles	"Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles	"Penny Lane" by The Beatles	"Everday Is A Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow
Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice	Writers Choice

Ficlet: Buffy/Angel, barely PG

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 22:13:25 GMT

Been a while since I actually posted some fic, even if it is barely over 200 words. Enjoy!

Title: Sorry
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Buffy/Angel, implied Buffy/Spike
Word Count: 223
Summary: Buffy's sorry. She doesn't know why.
Note: My first Buffy/Angel ficlet. Or het ficlet. I don't know how this happened, but yay for me.
Prompt: Sunday

It's just a regular old Sunday afternoon, nowadays spent holding Connor in his arms while the rest of the gang goofs off in the lobby. They all hope that a case doesn't land in their laps, or the Powers see fit to send Cordy a vision. But, yes. It's a Sunday afternoon when Buffy Summers walks back into Angel's life, looking like hell.

She bites her lip as she looks from Angel to Connor, and back again.

He knows she wants to ask, so he saves her having to do so. "He's mine." He murmurs, as Buffy begins stroking the baby's head. Her hand stops, and she looks up at Angel. "It's a long story. I'm sorry I didn't..."

She holds her hand up, stopping the apology she's sure she doesn't deserve these days. Back with Angel, him holding a baby, her watching them both, a scene she'd imagined thousands of times back in the day, she knows she doesn't deserve the apology. She still feels the bruises on her body that Spike gave her the night before, and feels that maybe, she should apologize. She doesn't know why, but she doesn't resist.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs, as she continues stroking Connor's head. She smiles when he waves a tiny fist at her. It dawns on her, why she's apologizing. Why Angel's apologizing.

"I should've been there."

The Atlantis Slash D/s Comment-athon!

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 12:47:45 GMT

Welcome to the Stargate Atlantis D/s comment-athon!

You get the idea. Write a D/s drabble, ficlet or whatnot, get in under 4300 characters and post it right here! Art is, of course, accepted and encouraged! Any slash pairing is acceptable.

Absolutely no other limits than that. No time frame, no kink too far. Go nuts!

Post away!

Bones: Sexy yet...stupid

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 08:47:06 GMT

So, in my attempt to post more than once every few months, here we go with some Bones thoughts! Possibly slight spoilers ahead for early season 2, nothing major.

205: Fuck. Booth...in white undies! And then in nothing but jeans. I think I might love this show.

206: I think I might hate this show now. A bomb (or whatever) goes off in the basement of some building, and Booth and Brennan take the elevator down to the scene? How did anyone not see the stupidity during filming?

Also, I kinda wish they'd stop with the hinting that Booth and Brennan are going to get together. It's never going to happen. Booth obviously secretly longs for Zach, and Brennan obviously wants Angela.

Obviously, right?

ETA:

Zach: I also noticed a...broken finger. I'm using those words for you, Booth.
Booth: Thanks.

Oh, boys. Your love is undeniable. And funny.

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 13:49:35 GMT

Posting from phone. Still helping family move. If anyone has a drabble request, i'd love a prompt.

Fic: Freedom, Sam/Dean for 50kinkyways: 36. Wanking

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 15:41:37 GMT

Title: Submit
Author: Law
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 36. Wanking for 50kinkyways
Word Count: 1162
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kripke, and others who are not me.

The church is full of people, with only the last two pews at the back empty. Sam and Dean sit right at the back, with a full view of everyone. There had been reports of strange activities during the eleven o'clock service, though they were almost half way through and nothing bizarre had happened yet.

Sam's been planning this for weeks now, trying to find a way to cement his new relationship with Dean, because he knows instinctively, that as much is Dean is itching for Sam's dominance over him, he'll rebel just as much.

Sam leans in and whispers into Dean's ear. "Take it out." He grins when he sees Dean freeze, and act dumb.

"Take what out?" Dean asks, almost forgetting to whisper.

Sam taps his long fingers on Dean's thigh. "Take your cock out, and play with it." He says, as if he's asking Dean if he wants pizza for dinner, instead of masturbating in a packed church. For his brother.

Dean turns his head sharply, and is about to snap off a snarky and a slightly horrified remark, before Sam's fingers dig into his thigh. Dean takes that as a sign to shut the hell up, and to do it right now.

"You'll do it," Sam says, meeting Dean's anxious expression with one of complete calm, ", because if you don't, I'll take you back to the car and spank your bare ass for the next forty five minutes. More than enough time for the service to end and everyone to see who you really are."

Sam's voice was just as calm as his expression, but that didn't fool Dean. He knew Sam was totally serious. Dean slowly pulls down his zipper, certain that the noise would echo around the building. He looked around, and silently let out a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was focused on the service.

Sam's fingers begin to stroke Dean's thigh. "I'm going to let you come." Sam whispers. "But you need to keep your eyes on your cock. No looking around." Sam explains. "Doesn't matter if someone's watching, because all you need to worry about is keeping me happy, got it?"

Dean nods. He wants to look at Sam, but keeps his eyes on his penis. He feels what is now a familiar feeling. It starts in his chest and works its way up, and he can only describe it as freedom. He still thinks its more than a little odd, finding a kind of freedom in his life he'd never felt before, by giving his freedom up. Dean thinks as he closes his fist around his cock.

He thinks about how this started. He'd started a conversation in the Impala, driving from Austen to San Angelo, explaining to Sam how he wanted to fool around with the idea of dominance and submission, maybe play out a scene at the next motel.

Sam had simply nodded and asked what end of the dominance spectrum Dean fell on. Dean had gotten a little red in the face, focused entirely on the road, and murmured that just because he wanted to be "tied up or whatever", that still made Sammy a bitch.

Sam had laughed, and promised he'd looked into it. Two nights later, Dean was handcuffed to a cheap headboard and was mercilessly tortured. By the time the night was over, Dean had been whipped, paddled, and his nipples and his entire shaft covered in candle wax. Sam had brought him off once the entire night, right at the end.

Going into it, Dean had only wanted it to be that one night. Sam had taken more, demanding more than Dean thought he could possibly give. Sam had coaxed him into giving everything up, and the next day, back in the Impala, on an empty road, Sam had leant over from the passenger seat and unzipped his brother's pants. Ignoring Dean's protests, he'd fished Dean's cock out and fingered the head.

"This is mine now." Sam had said, in that annoyingly calm voice. "And so is the rest of you." His hand began to stroke Dean's thigh. "Say it."

It took Dean thirteen minutes to answer. During that time, his gaze didn't move from the open road in front of them. "I'm yours." He whispered, so quietly he had to glance over at Sam to make sure he'd heard.

The next time they stop at a motel, Dean fully expected to be tied up and generally just some action, albeit kinkier now. He was a little disappointed when Sam sinks into the bed and begins flicking through the channels. He sighed and flopped down onto his side of the bed.

"On the floor." Sam murmured, his attention still on the TV.

Dean snorted and folded his arms behind his head, intent on getting comfortable.

Sam moved quickly. His hand gripped Dean's cock and twisted violently, eliciting a shriek of pain from his brother. "It wasn't even twenty minutes ago that you agreed to be mine." Sam whispered, his voice far from calm now. "Maybe I haven't been clear. That means you do what I say, when I say it. Not when it suits you, understand?"

Dean wasn't sure how, but his cock managed to harden in Sam's painful grasp. He nodded frantically, because for the first time, he saw how important this was to Sam now. Sam was a natural at this, he needed someone to dominate and take care of. Dean knew, just fucking knew, that it had to be him. He groaned when Sam finally let go of his iron-like grip, and when Sam cocked an eyebrow, he scuttled out of the bed and onto the floor, around to Sam's side.

It took nearly an hour for Sam to calm down enough to idly stroke Dean's hair as he watched TV, but Dean felt every single muscle in his body relax, and his mind sang with the happy news that Sam still wanted him.

A month later, Sam told Dean about the possibility of a job at a church only twenty miles away. Dean had nodded, and then asked Sam what colour briefs did he want Dean to wear today?

Dean Winchester had been reduced to the property of his younger brother, and he had never been happier.

Dean snaps out of his thoughts when Sam closes his hand over the head of his cock.
"Back in your pants, keep jerking off." Sam whispers, but keeps his eyes on the ongoing service.

Dean bites down on his lip to stop himself from groaning, because he knows now he's going to come in his pants and Sam's going to take great pleasure in keeping him in that mess for the best part of the day. Its another freedom taken away from him, and just that thought has him coming, shooting against the black fabric of Sam's briefs, and maybe its the orgasmic haze surrounding his head, but he's sure, more sure than when he was just the big brother, that there isn't a single thing he wouldn't for Sam.

Fic: Daddy's Boys John/Rodney/Carson

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 16:02:57 GMT

Very porn heavy. NC-17. Daddy!kink. Just something I had lying around on my hard drive. I'm not sure if I like it, but I think it deserves to see the light of day.

Rodney's tied to his bed, and he decides he distinctively doesn't like it. Daddy didn't allow him to wear a cock ring which means he has to deny himself the release he desperately wants.

The bed's big enough that Daddy's currently fucking Carson right next to Rodney, and the heart-breaking look on Carson's face lets Rodney know that he's not the only one who's needed this for a long time. His pseudo-brother's attention is all on John -Daddy-, on making him feel good.

Ever since this started, three months ago during the first siege, Carson's always been the good one. Rodney's always been the one standing in the corner, with his fingers interlaced behind his head.

It's not about sex, or at least, not always. Neither of them have slept in their own quarters for several weeks now, and that's got more to do with the comfort the three of them bring to each other, than the hot sex.

Early on in the what Rodney refuses to call a relationship, Daddy had requisitioned a large bed, just big enough for the three of them. When Rodney had balked at the idea of actually sleeping together, as opposed to keeping it just sexual, John had simply nodded, while Carson had looked slightly hurt. John had slipped an arm around Carson's bruised waist as an offer of support, and Rodney had left and returned to his quarters.

When he came back, fifty-seven minutes later, Carson looked well fucked and curled up in John's arms, while John was awake and waiting for Rodney to return. He had simply smiled, and gestured for Rodney to climb into bed.

Of course, the following morning John had resumed the Daddy persona, and Rodney had been duly punished.

He thinks that maybe he's being punished now, too, cause Daddy looks like he's about to come, and usually he likes to give his boys each a fucking, before that. Rodney's not sure what kind of indiscretion he could have unknowingly committed. Tonight was a fairly typical night. Both he and Carson were naked, and tied side-by-side to the bed. Daddy had ignored them both as he had gone through the personnel reports, and then an hour later, he'd stripped and pushed Carson's legs apart.

It had all been frustratingly regular, especially with the whole part of Daddy keeping them waiting. Seemed like a particular kink of Daddy's, one that grated on Rodney, but one that'd he learnt to accept.

Rodney's heart sinks as Daddy comes, though he has to fight to keep his cock under control, because hell, watching Daddy fall apart is like watching sin become living flesh. His heart sinks, though, because if Daddy's not going to fuck him, then Daddy must be mad at him. That usually means he's in for an extra-hard spanking, and with Daddy's penchant for bringing out a healthy red glow in his ass every morning anyway, the other scientists are going to start talking. More.

Rodney doesn't realize he's drifted off into his thoughts until Daddy slaps him, none too gently. He makes the mistake of voicing his pain, and suddenly the pain is centered a lot lower as Daddy grabs his cock in a vice-like grip. Before he can make a sound, his mouth is covered with a large hand, and Daddy's low, frightening voice, the one he usually reserves for when he wants to intimidate when they're in the field, is in his ear, telling him of his latest transgression.

Rodney's heart manages to sink even further, and he turns his head to look at Carson, who gives him a smile, as if to say he's ok with Rodney having forgotten his birthday. Which he probably is, because Carson's cool like that. Daddy, however, isn't.

Daddy goes into detail about the punishment Rodney's going to receive the following day, the worst of which being the nipple clamps, because Rodney's nipples are just too sensitive, as evidenced by the time Daddy and Carson made him come from nipple play alone.

He watches as Carson is untied and gets up onto his knees. Watching Carson and Daddy kiss has always been a favorite pastime of Rodney's, but he frowns when he catches the whispered "Good luck" from their Daddy. His frown deepens as Daddy dresses and leaves, leaving him alone with Carson.

Carson looks nervous, which serves to confuse Rodney even more. He opens his mouth to speak, but Carson places a finger over his mouth and shakes his head. Carson crawls across the large bed, and kneels between Rodney's legs, and now Rodney's eyes widen as the meaning becomes clear. Carson merely smiles down at him.

Carson's wasting no time as his cock rests at Rodney's entrance. Rodney's already prepared, of course. Daddy likes to prepare both his boys before beginning his evening paperwork, so that when he's done, he can easily slip into the son of his choosing.

Rodney bites his lip as Carson pushes into him. This isn't the fucking his Daddy gives him, this is the slow, tender love that he hasn't experienced in a good, long while. Not that his Daddy doesn't love him, he's secure in the knowledge that he does, but he chooses to express it in different ways.

He sees it now, though. This is Carson's birthday present, and he can see in the other man's eyes that he's needed to say this for a long time. Rodney surprises himself by saying it first.

"I love you."

Requested drabble: Carson/Ronon

Thu, 31 May 2007 18:05:43 GMT

Just a little piece of (barely) porny Carson/Ronon, requested by kaziwren

It's honestly never occurred to Carson before, but it becomes so clear when Ronon produces the handcuffs he'd lifted from a random guard on his last mission.

He extends his arms and murmurs "Yes, Sir" before he even thinks it through, because he knows its right. Ronon, apparently, knew it too.

Carson finds himself handcuffed to their bed. He was already naked, along with Ronon. A hand closes around his erection, and he gasps.

"I'll gag you." Ronon says, direct and straight to the point as always. "That way, I can fuck you, spank you, fucking whip you and no-one will hear."

Ronon's grin becomes predatory at this point. "Or maybe you don't want to be gagged. Maybe you want everyone to hear what a little slut I turned you into."

Carson's never been harder, and all he can manage is a whimper.

Wed, 30 May 2007 09:33:38 GMT

So, hi! My name's Law. Some of you know me, some of you knew me, some of you barely know me. And with the recent crap going on with LJ and whatnot, I want to make use of this journal while I can.

So, come say hi. Or, hey, leave a little prompt and I'll write and a drabble or ficlet. SGA or SPN only, for now though.

Also, I love the Lois & Clark series!

Visual DNA

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 07:58:03 GMT

Since everyone's apparently doing it...

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

Pimpedy pimp!

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 08:42:01 GMT

A fanfiction challenge community that focuses more on pairings, rather then single characters or general series' (even though you can still claim those as well).

That's what lover100 is. Come claim your pairing, character or fandom, and go crazy and, hopefully, smutty!

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:55:56 GMT

001.	Restraints	002.	Owned	003.	Leather	004.	Massage	005.	Handcuffs
006.	Blindfold	007.	Past	008.	Present	009.	Future	010.	Lick
011.	Suck	012.	Paint	013.	Dominant	014.	Submissive	015.	Haunted
016.	Moonlight	017.	Fetish	018.	Foreplay	019.	Dirty Talk	020.	Relationship
021.	Threesome	022.	Wine	023.	Heat	024.	Toxic	025.	Forget
026.	Stripped	027.	Cheating	028.	Voyeur	029.	Masterbation	030.	Dirty
031.	Top	032.	Admire	033.	Thrilled	034.	Shadow	035.	Bottom
036.	Anywhere	037.	Role Play	038.	Electrify	039.	Break	040.	Chained
041.	Lemon	042.	Paper	043.	Endangered	044.	Fragrant	045.	Wasted
046.	Sheltered	047.	Nosebleed	048.	Cuddle	049.	Bed	050.	Shower
051.	Ocean	052.	Shore	053.	Sick	054.	Crawl	055.	Invisible
056.	Wealth	057.	Power	058.	Desolate	059.	Tissues	060.	Varnish
061.	Careful	062.	Clean	063.	Colorful	064.	Engagement	065.	Junction
066.	Computer	067.	Place	068.	Shirt	069.	Sight	070.	Sound
071.	Taste	072.	Touch	073.	Smell	074.	Cat	075.	Tongue
076.	Sweat	077.	Closer	078.	Wrong	079.	Mercy	080.	Sunrise
081.	Sunset	082.	Lovers	083.	Rain	084.	Whistle	085.	Water
086.	Earth	087.	Air	088.	Locked	089.	Fiire	090.	Broken
091.	Life	092.	Home	093.	Work	094.	Addicted	095.	Carefree
096.	Writer's Choice	097.	Writer's Choice	098.	Writer's Choice	099.	Writer's Choice	100.	Writer's Choice

Drabbles? Drabbles, anyone?

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 11:31:36 GMT

So, i've seen what magarks is doing, and it got to me thinking that thats a good of honing your writing skills. If anyone's interested, then the first 10 or so people get a drabble/ficlet.

gyoro, You so don't count lol

Invasion.

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 21:20:56 GMT

'ello, this is gyoro and I've hacked into this account to put up a new layout that I made for lawpup . Now, I need to put credit for the manipulations up but everything else I did. It's a Supernatural theme with Wincest, but not the kind you're possibly thinking of, heh. It's John/Dean and very NC-17.

Hope you all love it!

Fic: Submit, Sam/Dean for 50kinkyways: 32. Branding

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 09:42:17 GMT

Title: Submit
Author: Law
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 32. Branding for 50kinkyways
Word Count: 857
Rating: R? Maybe NC-17?
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kripke, and others who are not me.
Author's Notes: Many, many thanks to angeljade for all the encouragement and ego fluffing.
Continues from here.

32. Branding

Dean lay tenderly on the bed once they got back to the motel, under Sam’s gentle instruction. He let out a small groan as Sam stripped him of his clothes, as his back and buttocks were still recovering from being whipped with Sam’s belt less than half an hour ago. The world soon went dark, and didn’t reappear until Dean felt the bed sag under Sam’s weight.

“Evening.” Sam says as a way of a greeting, his hand idly stroking Dean’s thigh.

Dean sleepily blinks at Sam, surprised he had been asleep at all, never mind for ten hours. He awakens completely when he tries to move his arm, and finds it chained to the bedpost. Both arms, in fact. “Sam?” Dean’s mind immediately registers danger at the realisation of being tied down, while his body registers the fact that he’s forced to lie on his very tender back. “What the hell you doing?”

“Whatever I want.” Sam says in a slow drawl, and Dean doesn’t remember ever feeling so nervous when seeing his baby brother grin at him.

Dean opens his mouth, defiance on the tip of his tongue, but lets out a muted yelp when Sam slaps his sore ass. “Dammit, Sam, let me heal first, yeah?”

Sam ignores Dean’s words as he slides his hand over Dean’s now quivering buttocks. “Remember when Dad used to spank us? God, I hated it.” Sam lets out a little chuckle. “He spanked me right up until I was, what? Seventeen?”

“That’s right.” Dean replies, his voice a little higher than usual, unsure if he likes where he thinks this conversation is going. “You though...” Dean mutters in a mocking tone, having heard this argument against their father many times before.

“You though...” Sam says as he delivers another swat to Dean’s ass, “...You stopped getting spanked at fifteen. You would make huge fuck-ups, and nothing. All Dad would say was you were getting more mature.”

Dean unsuccessfully tries to hide a smug grin, and does his best to shrug in his position. His grin disappears completely when Sam whispers: “But that last time you were spanked, in that motel in Wisconsin, I was watching.”

“Sam...” Dean whispers in an almost miserable plea, desperate not to have to relive the single most embarrassing moment of his life, but knowing his plea was falling on deaf ears.

“I watched you wriggle in Dad’s lap, heard you whimper when he hit your ass.” Sam slips a teasing finger between Dean’s cheeks as he leans in to whisper: “Heard you call him ‘Daddy’ when you came in your pants.”

“Oh God.” Dean chokes out, and it has nothing to do with lying on his abused back, or the dry finger penetrating him.

Sam mercilessly works his finger into his older brother; a slightly sadistic smile spreading across his face. “Think you’ll do the same for me, Dean? If I take you over my lap like a naughty little boy, think you’ll come from it?”

Probably, Dean thinks. “Maybe.” He murmurs, too embarrassed to look anywhere near his little brother. Dean groans when Sam gives his cock a few rough jerks. Another groan comes out when Dean looks down to realise Sam wasn’t jerking him off, but installing a plastic chastity device.

“I’m not gonna put that spanking theory to the test yet.” Sam says, and Dean’s sure his smile is nothing but pure evil. “I was thinking of getting you a tattoo.” Sam mentions idly, as his hand travels up to Dean’s stomach. “Something like Sam’s Slut, right below your navel. Cause you are now, Dean. For good.”

Dean knows, knew long before that morning in the diner and the awkward conversation therein. “Yeah.” He says huskily, unable to say much more.

“But we don’t have the money for that yet.” Sam says a little sadly, before diving for the bedside table. He pulls out a permanent marker, and uncaps the tip ominously.

Dean’s cock tries to swell in its plastic prison as the tip of the marker begins to run over his skin, just south of his belly button. “Sammy...”

“Not a word, Dean.” Sam warns, his attention set on creating his masterpiece. “Remember, I control when that device comes off.”

Dean tries his best for the next half an hour not to say a thing, and as a bonus, he tries to stay perfectly still, though both at the same time is no small feat, especially for Dean Winchester, which is why it comes as no surprise that Sam starts yelling at him.

“Dammit, Dean! You made me mess it up!” Sam moans, but already figuring out how to set about fixing it up.

“Can you fix it?” Dean asks, surprising himself by how much he actually wants this fake-tattoo.

Sam snorts as if Dean had asked the Pope if he knows the Lord’s Prayer. “Of course, but if you move again, that fucking thing’s not coming off your cock for a goddamn month, and I’ll make you wear a damn schoolgirl’s uniform the next time we’re in the Roadhouse.”

Dean doesn’t move a fucking muscle from then on.

Dean/Sam table for 50kinkyways

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 19:12:19 GMT

1.	Rituals	2.	Cross-Dressing	3.	Spanking	4.	Biting	5.	Oil
6.	Restraints	7.	Non-Con	8.	Leather	9.	Ice	10.	Candle Wax
11.	Medical play	12.	Fear Play	13.	Blood Play	14.	Breath Play	15.	Food Play
16.	Vibrators	17.	Anal Plugs	18.	Whips/Paddles	19.	Handcuffs	20.	Standing in Corner
21.	Spreader Bars	22.	Blindfold	23.	Phone / Voice Sex	24.	Dildos	25.	Orgy
26.	Serving	27.	Tattooing	28.	Dominant	29.	Submissive	30.	Exhibitionist
31.	Voyeur	32.	Branding	33.	Age Play	34.	Cock Rings	35.	Ball Gags
36.	Wanking	37.	Shaving	38.	Clamps	39.	Collars	40.	Virgins
41.	Locked up	42.	More-some	43.	Outdoor sex	44.	Piercing	45.	Role Play
46.	Writer's Choice	47.	Writer's Choice	48.	Writer's Choice	49.	Writer's Choice	50.	Writer's Choice

Icons! Get 'em while they're hot!

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:35:31 GMT

BtVS/A:tS, Doctor Who, SGA, Charmed, Veronica Mars and one random m/m. Enjoy!


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13	14	15	16

17	18	19

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 15:27:57 GMT

So, as many of you know, me and gyoro are boyfriends. But, as not enough of you know, we're engaged! E-N-G-A-G-E-D!

Its very head spinning, but it really feels fucking right, y'know? I love the boy, and this is really great for us.

Though I want a bigger ring with a bigger rock, dammit.

Also, GIP cause its very fitting.

What the...?

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 21:04:53 GMT

So apparently, I'm the kind of guy that makes gays look bad. I don't even know where to begin defending myself against that.

My boyfriend gyoro has had a few comments posted in his journal saying that I'm part of the reason homosexuals get a bad wrap. He named one name, and it was someone I used to talk too. Someone I used to have friended, and someone I know at least one person on my flist still has friended. I won't name him here, but seeing as I'm not f-locking this post, he might see it and have the courage to email me with his opinions.

If you, or whoever else said those things, are reading this, please do email me. Address is in my userinfo. I think its only fair I get to defend myself, right?

Fic: Handcuffs

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 13:10:51 GMT

Prompt: 23. Handcuffs
Fandom: Ats/BtVS
Author: Law
Rating: NC-17
Character: Angel/Spike
Word Count: 397
Note: Written for smut_69. Betaed by the wonderful angeljade
Warnings: m/m sex, BDSM situations

First chapter here.

Angel never told him, but Spike knows, of course, that Angel has the handcuffs enhanced somehow. Probably someone with a little too much time on their hands at Wolfram and Hart.

Spike decides, as he hangs naked from the ceiling of Angel’s apartment, his toes barely touching the floor, restrained by those very handcuffs, that Knox is the one who designed the special vampire-proof handcuffs. He’s been spending way too much time with Angel lately.

Spike has a lot of time to think about these things on the days Angel decides to literally leave him hanging, while Angel is downstairs working.

Sometimes Angel comes back to find Spike has come, stimulated for hours on end by a vibrator. Those days Spike has some serious grovelling to do, if he doesn’t want to face Angel’s anger, though usually nothing can placate Angel. Those are the days that Spike suffers though humiliation and degradation so profound, that even he begins to balk at the memories.

Today, though, hasn’t been one of those days. Spike lets out a sigh of relief when Angel enters through the lift.

“How’s my whore?” Angel’s words would seem harsh to others, but to Spike, added with Angel’s gentle, calming stroking of his bare hip, they show Angel’s attentiveness.

Spike shivers, partly because his prostate is still being stimulated, but mostly because his body is so finely tuned to Angel’s touch. “G…good…” He thinks that’s what Angel wants to hear, but the small shake of Angel’s head lets Spike know he’s dangerously close to angering his Sire.

“I don’t like lies, Spike.” Angel says in a low voice. The use of Spike’s name and not a demeaning term sends chills down Spike’s spine.

Spike tries to nod, and rasps “Hurts…”.

Angel looks down at Spike’s penis, red and engorged. “A good hurt, though.” Angel says decisively, as he runs his index finger along the shaft. He smiles as Spike shivers once more.

Angel pulls back, and unlocks the handcuffs holding Spike to the ceiling. Spike falls to his knees. Without a word, Angel unzips his pants and pulls his half-hard penis out.

The second Spike’s tongue touches Angel’s cock, he knows someone else, another man, has had their mouth around his Sire’s cock, sometime today. He feels a flare of jealousy, and knows with all his being, that he must give Angel the better blowjob.

Angel/Spike: 22. Blindfold

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 15:44:46 GMT

Prompt: 22. Blindfold
Fandom: Ats/BtVS
Author: Law
Rating: NC-17
Character: Angel/Spike
Word Count: 211
Warnings: m/m sex, BDSM situations

Just over a hundred years ago, Spike would have fought, bitten, scratched, and even begged not to be in this position. Now, though, he craved it, felt it as a physical need to be blindfolded, tied down, held down, while Angel took what he wanted.

On all fours on Angel’s bed, his head pushed against the wall, Spike cried out as Angel drove into him. The black blindfold only increased Spike’s needs, his singular need to push back, and meet Angel with every thrust.

Angel held Spike’s tiny hips as he pumped into his Childe, knowing he’d leave behind imprints of his fingers. Angel remembered the weeks of teasing each other while Spike was incorporeal, the loneliness of masturbating on his bed. He’d expected fucking, definitely, when Spike would finally be given his flesh and bone body back, but he had not expected anything like this. Prayed and hoped for, but never expected Spike to submit so utterly, so completely.

They didn’t talk about it around others, or even with each other. It was just one of those things, a given fact of life.

Spike knew who owned him, the same way he knew he’d been owned since Angel has first penetrated him, albeit with his fangs, all those years ago.

All the nuts roll down to Florida

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 18:07:59 GMT

That quote from X-Files season 6 seems so fitting, seeing as first thing tomorrow morning I'll be flying to Florida. Eeeee!

I promise a full update once I land, for all those who give a damn.

smut_69 Angel/Spike Big Kinky Table

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 09:35:37 GMT

Yes. Crazy. I know.

1.	Moan	2.	Writhe	3.	Satin	4.	Lube	5.	Ring
6.	Restraints	7.	Feather	8.	Leather	9.	Massage	10.	Candle Wax
11.	Ice	12.	Oil	13.	Thrust	14.	Breast	15.	Throat
16.	Taut	17.	Supple	18.	Strained	19.	Whisper	20.	Lick
21.	Kiss	22.	Blindfold	23.	Handcuffs	24.	"Toys"	25.	Orgy
26.	Corset	27.	Scent	28.	Dominant	29.	Submissive	30.	Kinky
31.	Erection	32.	Champagne	33.	Cuddle	34.	Foreplay	35.	Intercourse
36.	Afterglow	37.	Cherries	38.	Fingers	39.	Suckle	40.	Virgins
41.	Sluts	42.	Relationships	43.	Talking Dirty	44.	Sweet Nothings	45.	Proposition
46.	Bottom	47.	Top	48.	Cunning	49.	Heart	50.	Heated
51.	Lips	52.	Role Play	53.	Threesome	54.	Self-Love	55.	Voyeur
56.	Cyber	57.	Phone Encounter	58.	Strangers	59.	Best Friends	60.	Enemies
61.	Slick	62.	Wet	63.	Deep	64.	Dirty	65.	Bad
66.	Wrong	67.	Writer's Choice	68.	Writer's Choice	69.	Writer's Choice