Fics written by theinsaneeraser

Iris [Supernatural PG Anna/Young!Mary]

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 02:54:50 -0500

Written for spn femslash week

Mary looked up at the falling snow.

She was cold, only wearing her pajamas, feet clothed in slippers. She should head inside, where it was warm, a fire was waiting for her but she couldn’t make herself move. There were tears in her eyes, tears she had yet to let go. She was holding onto them, hoping the cold would freeze them before they could escape, but she knew as soon as she heard the crunching of feet, that she would be granted no such wish.

“I’m sorry.” A voice whispered in her ear and arms wrapped around her.

She thought about knocking them away, but they were warm and comforting, even if they caused tears to run down her cheeks. She knew she wouldn’t have long, that soon this would be all over, and she could blame no one for this, not even herself. Maybe fate…

“I wish there was another way, but there’s not.” The angel whispered in her ear, nuzzling the side of her neck… she was crying too. “I do love you, Mary. He’ll love you too.”

“I don’t want his love!” She shouted, turning around to face Anna, the tears falling faster. “I don’t want him…” She looked away. “I want you.”

The angel moved closer and pulled her close. “I know, Mary, I know… I wish… I wish it could be different.” Anna buried her face in Mary’s neck. “I want to be with you too, but it can’t be. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I did this too you.”

“Please…” Mary forced Anna to look at her. “There has to be a way…”

Anna looked back at her and Mary knew there wasn’t. She closed her eyes and let her angel kiss her for the last time.

“I love you.” Anna whispered and Mary quickly pulled away from her, thought’s fuzzy and confused.

“Who are you?”

The girl just smiled and then she was gone.

Why you Should Listen to your Blutbad [Eddie/Nick NC-17 - Tentacles]

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 22:11:23 -0500

Why you Should Listen to your Blutbad [Eddie/Nick NC-17 - Tentacles]

[Pan Am - NC-17(ish) Colette/Kate/Laura/Maggie]

Thu, 17 Nov 2011 06:24:00 -0500

So, this is my first Pan Am fic, and it takes place at a random time during the timeline, and yes Jasmine, they are in Greece. There is no sex though and I suck at endings…

They aren’t sure exactly how things got this bad. Maybe it started when they decided a trek along the Pineios river was a good idea , or maybe it was when the Tequila came out. Maybe it was both, maybe it was neither. All they knew for sure was that there was that clothes were being removed, shirts and jacket’s discarded without fear of dirt or grass stains.

Kate let out a chuckling laugh as Colette’s tongue tickled her navel, licking it’s way up the salt. She let out a gasp as teeth nipped skin between the valley of her breasts. She was glad her friend took the lime from her mouth, between her laughter and body trembles, it was about to land in the dirt. She was surprised by the kissed that followed the lime, but she accepted it without complaint and when it pulled apart, Colette’s cheeks were rosy and she had this shy smile on her face that caused her to duck her head.

It was kind of cute.

Laura was a little more hesitant. Maggie was laying out, laughing, which made the Tequila start to slide down the sides of her stomach. She quickly leans down to lick the liquid up, leading to Maggie’s belly button, where she sucked up the rest. She almost choked on the alcohol as Maggie squirmed under her. She quickly licked the line of salt, taking the lime from her partner’s mouth and laughing as Maggie sat up.

“Time to switch!” Maggie called out and gently pushed Colette down.

Laura flushed a little as she looked over to Kate, but she let her sister lay her back; it was just harmless fun, right?

No, they weren’t sure exactly how it happened, or what started it. But when they wake up in the morning, naked and tangled together, I’m sure they’re going to regret not remembering.

I really haven't forgotten about you guys and your prompts but marble hornets took longer then I thought and >>

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 07:06:20 -0500

You’d have to watch it to understand.

I was going to do a fill today, but I was in a cruddy mood and it wouldn;t be fair to do a crappy ass fill just because I'm ion a modd, I'll do one tomorrow before or after my marble hornets gathering thing where I trick some of my friends and my cousin into watching marble hornets.

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 06:50:51 -0500

Mine [Supernatural: PG-13 Dean/Lucifer, mentioned Castiel/Sam (B-day gift for beashark)]

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 02:57:17 -0500

Happy Birthday Hun!

If you want more of this, as it does interest me to write more, You’ll have to prompt me for it as I do have a bad habit of starting multi-chapter fics and then stopping. So it’ll only be scenes and snippets XD

“Who would want you Dean?” Lucifer whispered in his ear. Dean lifted his head to look up at the devil, face masked from the emotions he felt. He was pinned to the wall, the fallen angel’s body pressed against his in a dance he knew all to well. “You’re damaged goods Dean, and all that self pity? It’s not as alluring as you seem to think it is.” a finger trailed across his neck. “We seem to have a lot more in common then we thought.”

“I’m nothing like you.” Dean snapped and it took all of his control to keep himself from shuddering. The touches and the words, a lot of them true, were getting to him. “As for self pity, you have the wrong guy.”

Lucifer laughed, it rang around the empty room and Dean liked it. Not that he would ever admit it. There was just something about the tone, like bell’s, something true and he was pretty sure he was the only one who could make Satan laugh like that.

“Dean, Dean, Dean. Do not play stupid.” Lucifer chuckled and Dean shuddered as the angel licked his ear, nipping it. “No one wants me either, my family abandoned me.” Another nip and a tug. “You are loyal Dean, do you know how hard loyalty is to come by in your filthy race? Humans back-stab and slaughter… they are worse then the animals they eat and kill.” he pulls back some. “But you… you are peculiar.”

“I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples and great sense of humor.”

Another round of laughter, this time it tickled Dean’s neck with a cold breeze, sending shiver’s down his spine. He licked his lips and turned his gaze up to look Lucifer in the eyes. He threw on one of his sly grin’s and tried to inch away from the devil, but the fallen angel slid a leg between his, resting his knee right against his crouch, which stalled all movement completely.

“I’m not done with you yet, Dean Winchester.” Lucifer’s hand moved to the back of his neck, cupping the back of his skull. “Not by a long shot.

And then Lucifer kissed him.

At first Dean did nothing. His brain had completely lost the ability to comprehend what was happening. Everything just sort of shut down and he may have blacked out, he wasn’t sure. The feeling of something cold inside his mouth drew him back with a sharp intake of breath as Lucifer’s tongue explored his mouth, seemingly taking in the warmth. Dean was helpless to do anything but moan as the appendage became more insistent and finally he kissed back.

Somehow the kiss had turned into rough groping as Lucifer’s hands slid down and under his shirt. Cold finger’s explored his chest, nails dragging across sensitive area’s of skin before brushing a nipple. Dean arched his back and pressed closer to the touches. He let his eyes fall closed as the kiss broke so he could breathe, but as soon as he had air, it started back up again, hungrier this time.

One of the hands under his shirt moved and tore the fabric off. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but a nip to his bottom lip shut him up again.

Lucifer moved his hand and Dean shuddered as it fell in place over the mark Cas had left on him when he was brought back to life. He knew now how it came about. He had been touched by Castiel in his true form and he had been lucky he hadn’t been burned completely up, with what had happened in hell. He could still remember the sting, the feel of his - flesh? - burning.

It took Dean a few seconds to realize the burning was not in his memory, but that it was happening right now. He gasped out a slight sound of pain and tried to jerk away, but Lucifer’s grip was tight, and soon the burning became pleasurable, cooler.

“I do not share, and I will not have you marked up by another, Dean.” he whispered and tugged him closer, almost possessively. “You are mine now.”

“Whoa there cowboy.” Dean held up a hand. “I never once started that I was anyone’s, let alone yo-” Lucifer cut him off with a quick, hard kiss, and then he was gone.

Dean slid down the wall, now that Lucifer was no longer there to support him. His head was reeling, he didn’t really understand what had just happened. He blinked and then shook his head, before the sound of the hotel room door opening drew his attention. Sam walked in, chatting to Cas, who was listening intently. Both of them turned their heads towards him.

“What?” He asked and got to his feet. It was then that he realized he was shirtless, and said shirt was on the floor, ripped. “I uh… thought there was something on it, so I took it off… forcefully…”

Sam raised an eyebrow.

“It was a bee, those things hurt, alright?”

Sam burst out into laughter and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, soak it up, bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam chuckled.

Dean tried to ignore the way Castiel’s eyes narrowed at the mark on his shoulder and instead went to take a shower. Sam believed him about the bee, and that was good enough, he’d keep his boyfriend occupied…

A Reluctant Choice [Lost Girl: PG-13 Bo/Lauran]

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 21:20:00 -0500

So I’ve never written Lost Girl fan-fic, so if I fail, I am so, so sorry.

Warnings: Suggested character death.

Bo know’s this is bad.

She has lost a lot of blood and her vision is starting to tunnel. Even if she could find someone to feed from, if it wasn’t a Fae, she would probably have to kill them, and she is past that now, she will never kill anyone to sustain herself again. She was okay with dying, she had Lauren with her, and help was just outside the door, trying to get in. Lauren would be safe, she’d saved her, so it was okay now.

“Bo, Bo hang on.” Lauren pulls Bo into her lap and Bo winces a little as pain spikes up her back. “Bo, I’m not going to let you die.” Lauren grips her shirt. “Please, Bo…”

“I wont feed off of you Lauren, not like this. I could kill you.” Bo shakes her head and reaches up to cup Lauren’s cheek.

“I trust you.” She counter’s and Bo just smiles. “Bo. No one has ever taken care of me before, and then you came around. Even after everything I have done, you still forgive me, let me actually deserve it, please.”

“Thank you Lauren, for everything.” Bo closes her eyes and with as must strength as she can muster up, she lets her power flow, using her hand on Lauren’s cheek connect the heat. She watches the light pinkish-purple run over her face. “Everything is okay, I’ll be fine, we just have to wait for the other to come back.” she whispers. “Don’t worry.”

“Yes, of course.” Lauren nods and smiles. “Everything will be fine.” Luaren leans down and kisses Bo.

Bo kisses back and closes her eyes. She never wanted to use her power on Lauren like this, but she had too, she didn’t have much time and she just needed Lauren to know something. “I love you Lauren, I really do… please, be happy.”

She’s not sure if the tear’s on her cheek’s were her’s or Lauren’s.

May they were both of their’s.

Pan Am was just added to my fandoms I will write for, as well as I am going to be getting to prompts today!

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:22:34 -0500

Okay, head's up. I may take a few days to fill prompts but they will get filled~

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 19:30:04 -0500

So if I don’t answer the prompt right away, no worries, Okay? if it goes past a week though, odds are that I didn’t get it.