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It's time for a Five Acts Meme! The lovely [livejournal.com profile] toestastegood is having another lovely cornocopia of free-flowing love. You post to your LJ with your five favorite kinks, and your favorite shows/pairings, and people leave you comment fic about them! Go here and leave a link to yours, then go to other people's LJs and write them some porn! It's a win/win situation.

These are a few of my favorite things:

1. Urgency For Sex - Begging for it, aphrodesiacs, wanting it so much you can't wait, getting it on in semi-public settings, all that good stuff.

2. Mutliple orgasms - Can't stop, addicted to the shindig (apologies to the Red Hot Chili Peppers). Time after time, better and better, guys or girls who just don't want to stop 'cause it's so good.

3. Alphas - They know what they want, and what you want, and they make damn sure you do what they want. Sexy control and self-assurance.

4. Power!sex - Use of special abilities in sexual situations. Reading someone's mind to know their innermost desires, caressing someone with telekinesis, teasing someone with hot or cold, flight sex, getting all their special abilities into the act!

5. Willing submission - Kneeling because you want them so bad, staying in place, obeying commands, allowing another control over you, getting off on being controlled.

Fandoms:

Supernatural: Dean/Sam, Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby, Dean/Anna, Dean/Sam/Castiel, or whoever else you feel needs some lovin' in the SPN world!
Heroes: (I like virtually everything about Heroes, but here are a few faves) Nathan/Peter, Noah/Nathan, Sylar/Peter, Adam/Monica, Adam/Peter, Elle/Sylar, Sylar/Claire, Sylar/Luke, Matt/Mohinder, and anyone else you like in threesomes or moresomes!
Torchwood: Jack/Ianto, or Jack/damn near anyone. Seriously. It's Captain Jack.
Star Trek reboot: Any pairing really. They're all pretty awesome. Mirror verse rocks too.

Date: 2010-09-01 07:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redandglenda.livejournal.com
I think you should write more Jack/Ianto. Because I love all your stuff and you do h/c so very well and that's my absolute favourite thing to read especially with Jack and Ianto. Just saying. :)

Date: 2010-09-03 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
I have this beginning of a Jack/Ianto piece I started sometime back that I may have to finish. I kind of need some happy sexy Janto porn after Children of Earth, ya know?

Date: 2010-09-04 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ooh, please finish it! I'm constantly on the lookout for more fluffy/sexy/happy/not-dead!Ianto fics out there. CoE crushed my soul - but what a great accomplishment in tv! Those were the most intense few episodes I had ever seen.

Date: 2010-09-04 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redandglenda.livejournal.com
Sorry, that above was me.
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
They get wound up during a really good hunt. It's all close calls and quick thinking. Teamwork that only works because it's the two of them, because they know each other so well. Nothing but the call of a name and a weapon's thrown into a hand, a swing is taken, a monster is dispatched to the hereafter and they're left dirty, sweaty, laughing shakily at having escaped with their lives yet again.

Then the laughter quiets and the smiles fade and they're face to face with the knowledge that if it weren't them, if Dean weren't Dean and Sam weren't Sam, if they had any relationship but the one they have,they'd be dead twenty times over by now.

It's enough to bring them bruising together in the aftermath, the Impala parked by the side of a lonely highway and the two of them in the brush just behind it, pulling at clothes, getting caught on underbrush. Dean's hot mouth pursing brands into Sam's chest as Sam gasps and yanks Dean's jacket off. Their lips meet in hot sucking kisses as their legs intertwine and their hips pump fast and hard against each other. Sam's mouth pushes into Dean's shoulder when he gets it bare. Dean growls and pulls hard on Sam's belt loops, tugging him closer, slotting their clothed cocks together. They need it so badly they can't be bothered to take their clothes of and get it. Sometimes Dean's so anxious and wound up that he comes in his pants, just ten minutes of frantic kissing and grinding, the dirt from the fight gritty on his tongue beneath the salt of his brother's sweat.

Sometimes he's more patient, though, and it's Sam that's wound up, and things take a different course then. Because Sam likes to be denied, he likes to fight it until it's taken him over, and by then Dean's got him pinned down so well that after struggling like an animal he goes limp and looks up into his brother's eyes, pleading silently.

"Tell me how bad you want it," Dean will say, and Sam will groan and try to thrust upward. He gets nothing. Dean pulls back. "No, I said tell me."

"Dean," Sam says, and the name comes out all breath and spit. "Dean."

Quiet. No motion. Nothing. Sam's tension rises, a string going thin and taut.

"Fuck," he whispers into the thick air, finally. "I can't stand it."

Dean grins down at him. Sweat is pooling in the hollow of Sam's neck. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes protrude almost cartoonish from his skull.

Sam's not the type to say "suck my dick" or "jerk me off" or even "fuck me." He doesn't have the power of words. Sometimes Dean will ask him, and he'll nod frantically, but he doesn't say it. What he says is Dean's name, and "now, now, now," and a whole lot of "fuck." Which means Dean gets to decide.

From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
So Dean will sink down, shimmy out of his pants, straddle his brother's face and force him to suck hard while Dean reciprocates. Or just pull out their cocks and rub them together until they're making white messes of black T-shirts. Or go for the lube and make sure Sam is nice and comfortable, jerking him off slowly while he preps him, and then reaching down and suckling one hard nipple until Sam's gasping and coming hard before Dean's even in him.

Then it's Dean's turn, fucking Sam in nice slow strokes, running his fingers down Sam's chest to his stomach where his come is pooled. It's just enough lubrication to wet his fingers as he takes Sam, still hard, in hand and pumps him in the rhythm of his own strokes. Sam doesn't even have time to get soft; he can feel another orgasm building already, and only Dean can give it too him. Only Dean if he fucks harder and strokes faster, and Sam throws back his head and begs for it, because there's nothing like the feeling that you've just come down and you're going to get thrown right back up to the top again. "Need it need it so fucking bad," he shouts, and then Dean shouts and he's coming and Sam's coming again and the night turns white before his eyes, rains down in a thousand shooting stars, his body convulsing, even cramping, but the pain's worth it because he's never coming down from this high ever.

And even if he does he's never letting Dean go.

They're shuddering now, and Sam's curled into Dean like a pet. Dean loops an arm over him. If it's warm enough they'll sleep out here, but most likely they'll have to get up in a second, scrub off their stained clothes and stumble into a no-tell motel somewhere off the next exit. That's all right. What they do's not civilized enough for a motel; they'll leave it by the side of the road and behave like brothers for a while-- until the hunt winds them up again.
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
That's all right. What they do's not civilized enough for a motel; they'll leave it by the side of the road and behave like brothers for a while-- until the hunt winds them up again.

That is an awesome line. I love the strange compartmentalization that goes in the Winchesters' heads. They can block out the Apocalypse to go hustle pool, ignore Lucifer to get laid, and grin cheekily in an archangel's face, heedless of the consequences.

And, oh yeah, Sam begging like he's a junkie for Dean. Incredibly hot and satisfying and awesome. Sam being all sexily incoherant, and Dean playing him like an instrument, lovely. The snapshots of their frantic, post-hunt releases really rocked my socks. Thank you so much, m'dear!
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
You have to compartmentalize to do the job they do, I think. I'm so glad this worked for you. I have been looking for an excuse to write wincest so thanks for providing it! <3 Love you tons dear <3

Date: 2010-09-04 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cross-rubicon.livejournal.com
Another offering:

Adam/Peter, Claire/Sylar, implied Adam/Claire

Flares: http://cross-rubicon.livejournal.com/61805.html

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