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jaune_chat) wrote2014-10-11 06:20 am
jaune_chat) wrote2014-10-11 06:20 am
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Five Acts!
All rights ficcers! It's that time again, time to spread the porny love.
1. Post on your journal a list of five favorite kinks to read about, and the fandoms and pairings you enjoy.
2. Drop your info at the sign up post.
3. Check out the master list and write some comment fic for other folks and their kinks!
My Five Favorites (of right now, in no particular order)
1. Power issues - Alphas, D/s, bondage, power inequality, power games, control or loss of it. I love reading about people playing with dynamics, whether discovering their partner is a total dom/sub in bed, switching up the established roles, completely losing their shit or conversely keeping it together because of the relationship, that's all very sexy to me.
2. Sexual appetite or excess/multiple orgasms - Sex pollen, love spells, high sex drive, sex addiction or slutishness, neediness, begging, multiple partners, intense need to show affection from life or death scenario, non-stop sex, low refractory period, etc, they just gotta get right down to it! Blatant, unrestrained sexxors is a bulletproof kink of mine. Whether it's something unexpected, like sex pollen, or just someone with a high sex drive wanting to roll in the hay until the cows come home, it's all good. If the sex is wild and unrestrained, utterly necessary, and even loving in the midst of all that wantoness, that makes me happy in my happy place. A/B/O is very welcome in this category.
3. Body marking - Painting on the body, scars, tattoos. Ever since I saw the move The Pillow Book, I have had a bit of a thing for marking or drawing on the body. I also love people uncovering scars, swapping stories about them, etc., and beautiful or unexpected tattoos provide a gorgeous mental image.
4. Special powers and skills - Superhero powers; magical powers; telekinesis; shapeshifting; hyperdeveloped senses; combat expertise; sharpshooting; eidetic memory; computer hacking skills; thief skills; temporary gifts of power from drugs, alien devices, etc, repercussions of which could include delusions of godhood, dangerous physical or mental overload, and so on. Sex is fun. Sex turned up to 11 is even more fun! When the earth literally does move, or a partner can read the other's mind, or someone is particularly observant, or someone likes showing off their talents, I love it too. Whether someone is shooting fire out of their mouth or just showing their awesome ability to roll their tongue (dirty!), it's all good.
5. Talking and communication issues - Dirty talk or verbal seduction; sweet talking; reciting poetry; talking someone to orgasm; talking during sex; pillow talk; phone sex; speech becoming broken as one is aroused or upset; being inarticulate or articulate; aphasia; talking fast; miscommunication and misunderstandings in general; lack of a shared language; see also Silence; Clams; Voice fetishization. When people aren't falling into bed due to sex pollen, it's interesting to see how they communicate to either get there, or have fun while there. Vocal seduction or sweet talk is marvelous, dirty talking in bed is hot, mixed messages that end up in sexy times, or even people that can't talk and have to use physical means to express themselves is awesome.
(And a small addendum of other things, because I know this is five acts, but damn, I want to list everything: Adrenaline and crises (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), Threesomes or moresomes.)
Fandoms and Pairings (Pairings are in no particular order)
Avatar - Jake/Neytiri
Criminal Minds - Prentiss/Rossi, JJ/Reid, Morgan/Reid
Firefly - Wash/Zoe, Mal/Inara, Simon/Kaylee, River/Jayne
Fringe - Olivia/Peter, Olivia/Astrid, Olivia/Alt!Charlie, Alt!Olivia/Alt!Lincoln, Olivia/Lincoln, or any threesome/moresome with the above!
Heroes - Nathan/Peter, Nathan/Noah, Peter/Sylar, Claire/Elle, Claire/Gretchen, Sylar/Claire, Sylar/Elle, Sylar/Eden, Luke/Elle, Adam/Peter, Adam/Sylar, Adam/Monica, Samuel/Lydia, Sylar/Maya, Matt/Daphne, Matt/Mohinder, Lydia/Edgar, Daphne/Edgar, Claire/Elle/Gretchen, Sylar/Luke, Seriously you can pretty much pair or triple up anyone on Heroes and I'll read it. The cast of made of teh SEXX.
Leverage - Eliot/Parker, Nate/Sophie, Parker/Hardison
Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Fitz/Simmons, Triplett/Fitz/Simmons
Marvel Cinematic Universe - Tony Stark/JARVIS, Tony/Steve, Thor/Jane, Bruce/Betty, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Tony, Tony/Steve/Pepper, Clint/Thor, Clint/Natasha, Natasha/Steve, Clint/Natasha/Steve, Tony/Bruce, Bruce/Steve, Bruce/Clint, Steve/Bucky, OT6+
Pacific Rim - Raleigh/Mako, AU with any other pairing
Person of Interest - Shaw/Root
Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock/John
Star Trek XI - Kirk/Spock, Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, McCoy/Chekov, Spock/McCoy, Kirk/Sulu, Sulu/Chekov, Spock/Sulu
Supernatural - Dean/Sam, Dean/Cas, Castiel/Crowley, Castiel/Anna, Dean/Anna, Crowley/Anna, Sam/Ruby
X-Men/X-Men First Class - Scott/Jean, Ororo/Logan, Erik/Charles, Erik/Mystique, Charles/Moira, Mystique/Azazel, Mystique/Hank, Erik/Angel
Crossovers - Yes please! A few special faves are Sylar (Heroes)/Reid (Criminal Minds), Elle (Heroes)/Parker (Leverage), Prentiss (Criminal Minds)/Inara (Firefly), Any combo of Nathan (Heroes)/Peter (Heroes)/Sam (Supernatural)/Dean (Supernatural), Pacific Rim AU with anyone, but I'll try any crossover! Go bonkers!
Fics I've Written
Drink - MCU, Steve/Bucky, vampire AU, blood-drinking, bit of size kink and characters going through hell - for
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heeroluvaRemember - MCU, Bucky/Clint/Natasha, writing on the body - for
ferallettersAftermath - Pacific Rim, Mako/Raleigh, oral sex and hurt/comfort - for
redbrunjaFics Written For Me
Avengers, Clint/Natasha, communication issues - by
redbrunjaAvengers, Bucky/Steve, writing on the body - by
feralletters
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Clint/Nat, not actually phone sex
Natasha knew a petty power play when she saw one. It was petty enough that, to her, it doesn't require retaliation, anymore than she'd slap a child for kicking sand at her.
"This is bullshit," Clint said, the minute she picked up the phone. There is a joke to be made about being childish here, but Natasha let it lie on her tongue unsaid. She doesn't want to admit to being pleased that each time SHIELD sent them on separate missions, if it wasn't a risk, Clint will call her to complain about it.
Natasha stood at the window of the beach house SHIELD had her staying at. It was the rainy season of the tiny island she'd been sent to, and the glass was almost opaque with the force of the rain, the white sands and blue water distorted. It rained too hard to be a relaxing sound, but Natasha kind of liked it anyway.
"Is there a reason you called, Clint?" she asked. This was routine, too. Natasha waited for whatever complaint or amusing anecdote that was Clint's pretext for calling this time, already smiling.
She heard Clint exhale. "I guess not," he said, and Natasha would tell he was about to sign off.
"Do you enjoy phone sex?" she asked, before he could.
There was silence for long enough that Natasha checked that the line was still open.
"Tasha have you hit your head recently?" he asked finally.
"No," she answered. And then, because she was curious, because the thought had crossed her mind, once or twice, listening to his nowhere-in-particular Midwestern accent during phone calls there was no logical reason for them to be having, she asked again, "So do you? Enjoy it?"
"...not especially," Clint said warily. Well, that made sense. Clint hadn't given her the details, but she'd hacked into his file, and she knew that he was partially deaf (although he hide it exceptionally well) and why.
Re: Clint/Nat, not actually phone sex 2
"Nat," Clint started to say. There was a very long silence. "Nat, my mission is going to wrap up within the next twelve hours." There was a question hidden inside those words.
Natasha answered it. "Good hunting," she said, and disconnected the call before she lost her nerve.
Phone sex would be easy. Natasha thought about it that evening, fucking herself on her fingers. It would be easy to slip on a persona, easy to hide. She thought about it, thought about Clint's voice rumbling in her ear. But Clint - Clint would want to see her, more than anything. He'd want to see her back arch as she slid her fingers across her clit, as she pressed three fingers inside and rode her hand. He'd want to see the expression on her face, the sweat on her throat, every twitch of her body as she chased her orgasm. Clint would want to see everything and he would, the worst part about Clint was that he saw her, he saw things that couldn't possibly be there–
Natasha clenched around her fingers, biting any sounds she might have made back.
It wound up being close to thirty six hours later that Natasha walked back from the tiny village where she'd been committing, via lax tax law, an internet connection, and a rented hotel room, a truly impressive amount of electronic larceny, to find Clint sitting the stairs leading up to her deck. He was wearing jeans and a duffle bag rested at his feet.
He had his sunglasses on, his face expressionless.
"Clint," Natasha said levelly, ignoring the coil of heat in her belly. She raised an eyebrow, walked past him not unlock her door.
"I had a hunch," Clint began, as Natasha took off her shoes.
"Your instincts have gotten you into trouble before," she said, facing away, and pulled her sundress over head.
Clint swore behind her, and then his hands were at her hips, turning her to face him.
The kiss - their first kiss - was hard, Clint's mouth ravenous against hers, and she responded in kind, nipping and biting. She hadn't know how much she wanted this, how long she'd been waiting, until just now.
She pulled Clint into the house, shoving him towards the couch as she yanked his t-shirt off. The move knocked his sunglasses to the floor, and she got to see the look in his bright blue eyes when she pushed into down onto the cushions and climbed into his lap.
He ran his hands along her back, across her hips, up to cup her breasts over her bra. She pressed against his touch and moaned, the sound echoing off the empty walls and wooden floors.
She reached down, unzipped his jeans.
It few moments - tugging his jeans open and far enough down his hips that she could free his cock, Clint shifting under her, assisting - and then he was pulling her panties to the side, and she sank down.
She went slow - the only time in this she went slow - memorizing the way his cock felt, how it filled her up. She stilled when he was fully inside her, barely rocking against him. Clint had his hands buried in her hair, his breathing ragged. His eyes were fixed on her face. Natasha placed her hands on his shoulder, nails digging in, and started to move.
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Oh darling, that was just perfect. I love it when people can see things in other people that they can't see. Thank you so much!
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Steve/Bucky, i'll give you the world on your back
He’s addicted, whether he wants to admit it or not.
Bucky hums a soft contented noise as Steve runs his hands over his back, nails lightly scratching at the skin there. Once upon a time, Steve had not been allowed to do any of this, for Bucky had not wanted him to see the scars there. Over time though, they built a trust, a foundation that Bucky could believe in.
Now he allows himself to be fully exposed, naked and honest in front of Steve and is rewarded with the touch that he craves.
There’s movement behind him and then the ticklish feeling of something brushing lightly against his skin. It’s not Steve’s hands but he doesn’t move. It takes him a moment to realize it’s a felt tip pen but when he does, he blinks.
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing,” Steve murmurs into his ear, making Bucky shiver. “Don’t move, okay?”
He does as he’s told and it feels like he’s there for hours. It’s not bad though, he doesn’t mind it and the feeling of the pen on his skin becomes more comforting that he suspects it should be. The soft noise even started to put him to sleep before he finds Steve’s hands in his hair, gently playing with it.
“You done,” he mumbles, blinking into awareness again.
“Mmmhm.” Steve leans down, pressing a quick kiss against his temple. “Got a picture and everything.”
He puts his phone at an angle that Bucky can see and he finds himself staring at an expansive garden done in black. It’s stunning and strange, wild and overgrown and when he looks more carefully, he realize just what Steve had done.
He’d taken the scars there, the ugly marks that Bucky had been so ashamed of, and created something beautiful out of them.
He sucks in a breath, looking up at Steve for a moment, before moving to pushing himself upright and press a grateful kiss against his lips.
“Thank you.”
Steve only smiles, hand moving to cup Bucky’s face and return the kiss.
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