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I've been intermittently packing house for a week and the day job had consumed my brain.

The writing mojo must return. Surely, a porn-a-thon is the key? (No, my current project is gen, but words are words....)

There are a bunch of people I want to write for in order to say 'thank you' for the last round, so I hope you're all in this time!



Round five is open!

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

= my Fandoms =
Supernatural: Michael/Adam, Sam/Dean/Adam, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, Lucifer/Sam/Gabriel, Castiel/Gabriel, any permutation of Lucifer/Michael/Raphael/Gabriel, Raphael/Balthazar, Raphael/Uriel/Gabriel
X-Men First Class: Any permutation of Emma/Raven/Angel and Hank/Alex/Sean, Azazel/Riptide, Erik/Charles
Suits: Harvey/Mike, any permutation of Donna/Jessica/Rachel
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Sam/Leoben, Six/Gaius
The Covenant: Any permutation of Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
Avenger Movie!verse: Thor/Loki, Loki/Tony Starke (Iron Man)


= my Acts =
Adrenaline and crises: So, you just saved the world from a zombie apocalypse? We think you're looking pretty heroic in silhouette against that sunrise with the machine gun on your hip. My machete got a great workout, too. We should celebrate; sexily. (pre-, mid-, or post-crisis sex; speed-freaks or adrenaline junkies; near-death experiences; the shadow of impending death--hours, minutes, or moments; see also Situational engineering)

Alternate Universes: Mafia, prison, college, military, the same rules but with role reversal: you name it, I'll love it. (alternate characterizations and situations; sex between alternates of one character or between different characters; alternates as catalysts for realization of desire; role reversal; darker mirror universe characters; mistaken identity)

Sensory deprivation, overload or enhancement: As humans we only have five senses. How do we compensate when we can't see? Or hear? Or maybe when we feel too much? And if you're being pulled aside by someone not altogether human themselves, are those five senses going to cope? I love it when the senses are challenged in startling ways and the battle for coherency goes quickly downhill.

Marathon: Because it's been something of a running joke in my circle, lately (yo ho, these puns). Make it exhaustive. Make it punishing.

Fingers: Pressed to mouths, tangled in hair, bruised into skin, sunk in deep: fingers, and the specific effect they have on the one being touched, are awesome.


Fills for Others:
For [livejournal.com profile] emerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, R (hairplay, sex injuries, hand fetishism, semi-technophilia)
For [livejournal.com profile] ienablu: Supernatural, John!Michael/Mary, PG-13 (aggression, shoved against walls, hurt)
For [livejournal.com profile] ladyknightanka: Supernatural; Lucifer/Sam, Michael/Adam; PG-13 (Human!AU, barely H/C)
For [livejournal.com profile] nights_fang: Supernatural, Lucifer/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU, clothing fetish, breathplay, frottage)
For [livejournal.com profile] thedreamisreal: Supernatural, Sam/Adam/Dean, NC-17 (D/s, tattoos, possession & jealousy, oral fixation)
For [livejournal.com profile] synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU cont., power issues, begging, biting)

Gifts from Others:
From [livejournal.com profile] ienablu: Suits/SPN, Harvey/Mike, PG (Hunter!AU)
From [livejournal.com profile] super_seme04: Supernatural, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, R: 'Made For' (marathon)
From [livejournal.com profile] nights_fang: Supernatural, Adam/Michael, NC-17: 'Feel' (bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers)
From [livejournal.com profile] ladyknightanka: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, PG: 'Do No Evil' (sensory deprivation)
From [livejournal.com profile] synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Won't You Touch Me, Touch Me' (fingers)
From [livejournal.com profile] setos_puppy: Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel, R: 'Dream Brother; My Killer; My Lover' (post-crises, alternate ending, sensory overload, marathon, fingers)
From [livejournal.com profile] zekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Raphael, R (Mafia!AU, post-crisis moment, handporn)
From [livejournal.com profile] chaos_dreaming: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Cuckholds and Concubines' (Business!AU)
ext_3665: (Raidou & Narumi guiding)
From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
[ooc: Set in the same mafia 'verse as this one and this one, but you don't have to read those to get this. Also, smut didn't really happen, but I hope you like it anyways. :3]

Raphael's who he calls, when his senses return to him. There's blood on his hands, and the mess - he doesn't think about the mess. Instead he holds the cellphone with slick fingers and waits for his brother to pick up.

"Michael," Raphael greets within four rings, and he doesn't sound tired or sleep-bogged at all - Michael doesn't know how he does it. (Anything to avoid thinking about what he's done.)

"I need you here," Michael says, and, "It's a mess."

He hears the rustling of papers and wonders if this is it, if this is the time Raphael will refuse him help. If this time he'll be left with a mess and if the family will abandon him and -

"Stay put, I'll be right there."

Michael breathes relief as the call ends, and he gingerly slides the cellphone into his pocket - his whole outfit is a mess, what was he thinking - and he sinks to his haunches, unwilling to sit in the blood but needing a moment to hide himself. He won't leave the scene, and it's probably for the best if he stays right where he is, so he doesn't track shoeprints everywhere -

He wonders (and not for the first time) if Raphael would be able to control him when he gets like this. If Raphael could prevent the mess before it's created. He chides himself for even thinking of it, not after...not after that last time.

It won't matter if it's family or not when he's lost himself like that.

---

The lights in the laundromat are too bright, and Michael closes his eyes to them while he waits for the detergents to work their magic on his clothes. He thinks of the harsh lights of the interrogation room, and it's his mood that leads him to picture himself in the hot seat, with two of his brothers (Raphael, Zachariah) working him over. Asking him how many he's killed. Asking him for the details.

Nightmares creep up on him while he waits, and he digs his fingernails into his bare thighs. The pain doesn't ward them off, but it does keep him grounded. Focused. The emotions fear stirs up won't cause him to lose control.

A jacket is draped around his shoulders, and he looks up at Raphael in poorly veiled surprise.

"I'm taking you home as soon as this is done."

"Ah," Michael works his jaw, and looks back at his knees, uncomfortably aware of the implications. His work here is over, and someone else will manage his loose ends.

"It's unlike you to be so doubtful," Raphael comments as he sits next to him. "Was it really so bad?"

"You saw," Michael says.

"You have remarkable skill at managing who is in your range before you let go," Raphael says. "No one in there was someone we would have let live."

"Be quiet, Raphael."

Michael closes his eyes again and he's glad it's Raphael here. He tries to picture Zachariah standing in Raphael's place, or worse: Lucifer. He shivers and pulls the jacket closer to him, not liking what he sees. (Zachariah's disapproving look, Lucifer's sneering amusement...)

He feels fingers in his hair and ducks his head, keenly aware that he still needs a good shower to get rid of all the blood, but Raphael's fingers (they must be Raphael's) hold on, still picking through his hair with a gentle touch.

"Stop."
ext_3665: (Angel)
From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
"Give me your hand." Raphael orders, something unfamiliar in his tone.

"Why?" Michael asks, looking at him again. "What are you doing?" But he holds out his hand as he asks the questions. He's had a chance to wash them clean, scrub at them until the skin is raw and chafing and red, but there's still the scent of blood, and under the fingernails...he knows how hard it is to completely clean himself, and he knows there's no way he'll ever completely succeed.

It scares him more than it should, and he blames his state of mind here and now.

Raphael turns his hand over, dipping his head to lick a finger, gentle.

"Raphael - ?"

Raphael hums quietly as he licks his way down Michael's index (trigger) finger to his palm, and he nips at the web of skin between thumb and finger before licking at the pad of Michael's thumb. He doesn't respond, and Michael doesn't know what - it feels good, it feels too good, almost ticklish, and it's reassuring and he can't say why.

He wants to protest that his hands are still dirty, that it's not right, but - Raphael licks and sucks at his fingers, at the pads of his fingers and Michael can't look away; can't tell him to stop.

"Your other hand," Raphael murmurs, licking a lazy circle around his wrist, done. "Now, Michael."

Michael gives it to him, shivering and wondering if it'd be too obvious for him to put the jacket over his lap. Probably.

Raphael works over his other hand, doesn't even pause. Michael doesn't know what he feels because of it, or why, but -

Raphael finishes with a kiss to one palm and then the other, and then he kisses Michael on the lips, a reassuring gesture.

"I'm going to take you home," he whispers against Michael's lips. "And you're going to learn to trust your family again. You'll lose control again, but it will be on our terms."

Yes, Michael thinks, and a weight has left his shoulders. He nods, kisses Raphael back, lets Raphael hug him. Pure relief: "God, yes. Raphael - "

"Ssh," Raphael murmurs. "It's alright now."
ext_236704: (Default)
From: [identity profile] ravenspear.livejournal.com
Hey there, goddess of my heart. <33333

*flails* Oh, Michael. Raphael, you are the best brother ever.

Date: 2011-10-20 02:43 pm (UTC)
ext_3665: (Cheeeeerful)
From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
<3 Thank you~
From: [identity profile] theinsaneeraser.livejournal.com
...

Can you just make a whole verse out of this mafia stuff because hufdbgfhsdbfsdvgfubsdhafsdhufsdhukjk

I don't ever want you to stop.

bgjiodhubfudsbudshjkm,

right, back to being a pile of goo again.
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/
This is beautiful. Wonderful. I didn't want it to end. I love this notion of Michael as a loose canon with his family continually cleaning up his mess, but Raphael is still a healer. He's so patient and controlled, and I *love* how he cleaned Michael's hands.

MAFIA!AU. It's all I want in the SPN world and yours is fantastic. I want to play in this sandbox.
From: [identity profile] ladyknightanka.livejournal.com
Unf, my God, Michael breaking and Raphael patiently cleaning up the pieces! So, so beautiful! In fact, this whole 'verse kills me, but in a good way! *licks screen*

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