The Five Acts Meme

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So. Here's how it works:

1. Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks/themes/tropes to read about. Check out THIS list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
2. Go HERE and post a link to your list. Read other people's lists.
3. Write comment-fic (or longer pieces) based off of other people's lists. Post either the fics or a link to the fic in the person's post.



Five kinks/tropes/themes/whatnots I adore:

1) Nonmonogamy (threesomes, foursomes, multiple partners, etc. Known & consensual, as distinct from cheating/adultery.)
2) Established relationships, especially at turning points.
3) Penetration (including pegging).
4) Consent issues (noncon and dubcon are different, but I'm putting them in one listing because for both of them it's the catharsis factor. I also like their opposite, explicit consent).
5) Bondage (including verbal, and definitely including tentacles).

Some fandoms:

Star Trek Reboot; Star Trek DS9 & Voyager; nu!Who & Torchwood; NUMB3RS; LOTR (involving at least one hobbit); White Collar; The Eagle; RED; DC Comics; DCAU (including Teen Titans and Young Justice).

Pairings: Try me. I like nearly everything and I have a soft spot for OCs. And I love femslash, het, slash, and assortments thereof.



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Last but not least: thank you. *beams*

Comments

Yes (Tourchwood, Jack/Ianto, Jack/others implied, Nonmonogamy, Established relationships) 1/1

[heeroluva.livejournal.com]

When Jack had asked Ianto, he’d been horrified, and his first reaction had been to say no. However, something in the look that Jack wore, stopped it at the last instant, and the word set heavily on his tongue. He knew that if he said the words Jack would never bring it up again, but knowing Jack that didn’t mean that nothing would come of it. Jack could have gone out and had his fun, and Ianto would have never known, never been the wiser. But Jack had come to him, and actually asked first, taken Ianto’s feeling into consideration.

Ianto knew that Jack was from a different time where the social and sexual norms were far different than they were here in the twenty first century. Jack had only shared a little of it with him, and Ianto hadn’t pushed as it was obviously a painful subject. Monogamy was a rare thing in Jack’s time, and Ianto knew that he’d tried, had tried for years, but Jack just wasn’t wired for it, had too much to give to stay with one person. It wasn’t just the sex. They had plenty of that, and it was wonderful. But it was the lack of connection with others. He knew that Jack was mildly telepathic, felt the connection when they were together. Jack was content when they were together, but Ianto could still feel it when they weren’t, feel that Jack was starving with the need for more.

Twenty first century humans didn’t have the brain development yet to form the bonds that Jack so craved, not even Ianto with his off-the-chart-for-the-time psi scores. In normal circumstances Jack would have had bonds with his entire team, known them all intimately. Sadly Jack had learned the hard way that he couldn’t have that, that people were horrified by the thought of it, so Jack had stopped asking.

Ianto didn’t know what it had cost Jack to ask him, but he couldn’t throw it back in Jack’s face. It wasn’t an unheard of situation, but it was still frowned upon. Ianto had never given it much thought, just knowing that monogamy was expected and went with it. Thinking on the subject, it didn’t seem so horrible as long as Jack still came home to him.

“Yes,” Ianto finally answer, voice even and clear before he allowed himself to change his mind.

The look of shock on Jack’s face tore through him. Jack had really thought he’d say no, and he couldn’t help but wonder how many times Jack had received that answer in the past, if he’d even asked at all.

“Yes, Jack,” Ianto repeated again. “But—“ Jack tensed at the word. “I want you to come home to me, I want to hear about it.”

The shocked laughed and look of joy that stole across Jack’s face was worth it. A knowing leer quickly replaced it as he leaned forward to whisper hotly in his ear, “I knew you were a dirty boy.”

“And I’m all yours, sir. Maybe I’ll let you bring someone home someday to join us.”

Jack let out another delighted laugh, a sound that Ianto didn’t often hear, and he made a note to try to get it to happen more. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, yet.”

Ianto made quick work of the buttons on Jack’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. “Then why don’t you show me what I am ready for, sir.”

Jack did just that.

Smokescreen - RED - Victoria/Ivan - Established Relationships at Turning Points - PG-13

[hitlikehammers.livejournal.com]

There’s no time to think about it, no time for second-guessing or prevarication. They’ve caught her out, plain and simple, and as she casually adjusts the collar of her blouse -- keeps it high enough to hide the place where her pulse might show, stark and hard at the throat -- she knows that there’s no choice in the matter, no way that she can spare him and still get out of this alive, with her reputation in tact.

And the worst thing -- the best thing, the thing she fell in love with -- is that when she looks at him, when she meets his eyes and stares them down, blank and stoic: she can see what they’re both hiding, what they’ve both masked so well, and she knows that he knows, she knows that he’s ready; and while he wouldn’t do the same, could never do the same -- because he’s him and she’s her, and they were were always strange complements, really; never quite a matching pair -- he never expected any less from her, never expected anything else but this.

She chambers a round, and fires. Three times.

If he loves her like she thinks he does, he’ll understand.

(Pike/One/Cait/desk, NC-17, definitely 1 & 3 and arguably 2) 1/2

[circ-bamboo.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure about this?" Cait asked for about the eleventh time. "I mean," she added, and this part was new, "are you sure the door is secure?"

"You should have asked about that before you had three fingers up my ass," Chris said, his voice low and gravelly. His elbows were on the desk in front of him—his desk, in his ready room—and his back was sheened with sweat, skin flushed with arousal.

Cait twisted the aforementioned fingers and Chris groaned, his head pillowed on One's thigh as she sat on his desk, her uniform skirt rucked up around her waist, underwear long since gone. "Just asking," Cait said, and leaned down to lick at the sweat at the base of his spine, just above the curve of his ass. She couldn't resist sinking her teeth in, though, since it was right there and delicious and she knew he'd like it.

Which he did, groaning again and clenching around her. "Do it, Cait," he said. "God. Please. Just do it."

Ahhh, she had him begging. Finally. She pulled her fingers out of him, grabbed the lube, and slicked up her condom-covered cock—silicone and other engineered materials and held on via straps, but hers nonetheless. The first time Chris had seen it, he'd sunk to his knees and swallowed her down whole, and she'd just about come on the spot, thanks to the neural interface. Whoever had designed it—the Orions, maybe—was a genius, Cait had thought then and still thought now. What better than a strap-on that linked into one’s nerve endings via conductive gel? She could feel every touch on the silicone as if it were her physical body. They'd made good use of it since then, in Chris, in One, and, a couple of times, in Chris while he was in One, although that was more difficult to choreograph.

This, though—Cait bending Chris over his own desk, his mouth between One's legs—this, they'd planned in advance, down to the box Cait was standing on to mitigate the height difference, and the fact that Cait and One were still wearing skirted uniforms while Chris was stripped to the skin. That last was One's contribution, and the look on her face as she stared down the line of Chris's spine at Cait was absolutely worth it.

It wasn't perfect—they'd forgotten the lube, of all things, and prep had taken long enough that One had had to go relieve herself in the attached bathroom—but for enactment of a fantasy, well, it was close.

Cait held the base of the cock with one hand and Chris's hip with the other and pressed just barely inside him, feeling him hot and tight around her. It was her turn to groan, but she waited until Chris shoved his hips back an inch or two, begging with his body as clearly as he had with his voice. "Hold your horses," she said, and leaned over him, pushing inside so slowly, feeling him stretch and relax around her.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Chris breathed.

Cait couldn't see his face, but he didn't tell her to stop, so she kept pushing, kept pressing inside him, slowly. She could, however, see One's face, see how One couldn't keep her eyes in one place, flitting between Cait's breasts, Chris's ass, and the top of his head, pressing against her hip even as he pushed back against Cait. One threaded her fingers into Chris's hair, right at the back of his neck where it had started to form small sweat-soaked curls.

Finally, Cait's hips met Chris's rear, and she was seated all the way inside him. God. She loved this, loved their bodies, loved that the three of them fit together in so many ways. Loved the way One looked at Chris—loved it even more when the look was aimed at her, as it was now.

"Move," One said, quietly, and Chris's head shifted against her—he was nodding quickly.

"Okay," Cait said, and her voice was breathy and not at all how she thought she sounded. "If you insist." She pulled out, still slowly, and Chris groaned again.

"Cait," he said, just a hint of a whine in his tone. "More. Now, damnit. That's an order."