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Five Acts Meme!

It's that time of year again, that time of year where we post the links to our kinks and write porn for each other! And who doesn't love that? The lovely toestastegood is keeping the master list of people (and various other helpful links to kinks) over here: Five Acts Meme.

My top five kinks at present (in no particular order):

1. Power Play - Dominance and/or submission, bondage, different ranks or social positions, a special ability, bringing a little extra edge to the bedroom to see who does (or doesn't) wear the pants!

2. Urgency for sex - Gotta have it, gotta have it all right now! Uncontrollable desire, sex pollen, the people just have to to the horizontal (or possibly vertical) tango right the heck now!

3. Alternate Universes - Throw the modern guys into a medieval setting or a futeristic one, swap time periods, have everyone be a cat, blow up the world, put everyone on a sports team or in a coffee shop or a hospital, have a zombie apocalypse, vampires and werewolves and demons, just shake things up in a big way and have the dynamics play out sexily.

4. Multiple orgasms - Once you pop, you just can't stop. The fun just keeps on coming. And coming. And coming.

5. Fuck-or-die - Aliens made them do it, have to complete an obscure ritual, illnesses with strange cures, needful to share body heat, at gunpoint, just do it!


Supernatural: Dean/Sam, Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby, Dean/Anna, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Sam/Madison, Pam/Jo, or some variation on the above, including threesomes or moresomes!
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. Special faves are Kirk/McCoy, Kirk/Spock, Spock/Uhura.
Sherlock (BBC): Sherlock/John
Crossovers: Parker (Leverage)/Elle (Heroes)



Jan. 11th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)
Heroes, Adam/Monica, urgency, fuck or die
He finds himself on his back before he can process quite what has happened. The hard ground is beneath him, the individual they'd been fighting over is gone, and St Joan herself is on top of him, rubbing herself against his leg like a cat in heat. Despite the profound oddness of the situation, Adam's face lights up with surprised glee. "Enjoying yourself, darling?" he asks.

"He got me," she answers, with a frustrated groan. Her hips grind and push against his thigh. He can't see her face, bathed in shadow by her hood, but he can hear the heavy panting of her chest, and see that frantic rise and fall of her bosom. "God, if you tell anyone about this I'm gonna have to kill you."

"I look forward to it," Adam assures her - their skirmishes always offer him a healthy shot of adrenaline, all too rare in this long life. "In the meantime, might I suggest that we make it indoors? The police might take note if you start ravishing me in public."

"I am not going to ravish you," St Joan states.

"Really? Pity. I've seen what happens to his victims and I'm not sure if I would like to see it happen to you." He strokes his hand along her side, feeling the tension in the body beneath his palm. Already his cock is stirring with interest, eager to help out in anyway he could; it would be a lie to say that he hadn't thought about something like this. She's a beautiful woman who works to block his plans at every turn, a well-meaning super-hero that doesn't know when to back off. It would be a strong man indeed who didn't situate her at the centre of his fantasies.

Yet not like this.

"You'll die, Joan," he breathes. He reaches up, hand slipping beneath her hood, into the shadows where he can feel the strands of her hair. "Despite the annoyance you cause me, I don't want that to happen."

Joan stares at him with her eyes narrowed and her expression unreadable. She's a lot less naive than she had been when he first met her; he thinks that this big city might have broken her optimism. Maybe he contributed too. The girl rutting desperately against his thigh is a long way from the innocent student who had got in his way for the first time a year ago.

"My name isn't Joan," she says - her voice hitches at the end of the sentence, breath shaking as she hits it just right, her hips moving frantically. "Monica. I'm Monica.

"Monica," he repeats, and it feels like warmth inside his mouth, like a present. "Pleasure to meet you, Monica. Let's take this elsewhere."

It's difficult to get to their feet when Monica can't stop touching him, when she yelps as if she's been burned every time the connection between them breaks. In the end, he picks her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. She grinds against him in a way that is more than a little distracting - it makes him want to slam her against the nearest wall and take her right there, but he at least has the presence of mind to realise that that might not be such a great idea. She, on the other hand, doesn't. Her mouth sucks on his neck, leaving marks that heal instantly, and the wet lick of her tongue at the lobe of his ear nearly makes him drop her.

They find a house - it isn't his, but the door has been left unlocked and that is enough of an invitation. Slipping in through the back leaves them in the shadowy kitchen, and he barely makes it two steps before she takes him to the floor, flinging herself backwards and using the surprise to take him with her. They hit the ground hard, air exploding from their chest, and within seconds she has them flipped around with him on his back, her form solid above him.

Her hands scramble across his body, and at this point nothing could stop her. She barely even resembled herself, and in the dim moonlight through the kitchen blinds he could see the shine of tear tracks upon her face. Sitting upright, he runs his hand across her cheek but makes no move to stop her hands from pulling open his trousers, struggling with his button and zip. "You'll be alright," he promises, seeing her hands trembling. "I promise. I'll take care of you."
Jan. 11th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Heroes, Adam/Monica, urgency, fuck or die [2/2]
He hasn't looked after anyone but himself in a very long time, and he shouldn't be foolish enough to try to protect a woman who is determined to get in his way and prevent his plans - yet she has been a staple of his life for a year now. She has been there to block his way when he is about to go too far, and now she is in his lap, silently crying like she might be broken.

"It hurts," she admits, barely a whisper. "God, Adam, I feel like I'm burning up."

He takes over the job of undressing them, pulling her black leggings down to her boots and pulling his trousers down enough to expose his erection. It is harder than it ought to be considering the situation; unlike Monica, he has no excuse at all. He pulls her panties to the side, finding them damp with excitement, but before he can do anything more she is already sliding down, taking him deep inside her cunt.

He grips hold of her hips and guides her as she rides his cock, furiously fast and hard. Her breasts rub against his chest with every solid bounce, nipples hard and pointed. He pulls her hood back to take a good look at her face, staring his share as she fucks herself on him. She's every bit as beautiful as he thought, and the tired, sweaty desperation on her features only adds to it.

"I want to kiss you," he admits, panting. Her pussy is tight and hot around him, and even if her hips are moving with an expert's ease he knows that with her power that doesn't mean a thing - it is a reflection of her viewing habits and nothing more. "Please, Monica. Can I?"

He doesn't have the right to do it without asking. He can pretend that this is doing her a favour, helping to sate the hunger implanted inside her, but he isn't an idiot. He isn't the one being taken advantage of.

Without saying a word she moves her head to catch his mouth, open lips against his own, her tongue flashing forward. He groans without being able to control it, and eases her down onto the floor, lying between her legs as he begins to thrust into her. He moves his hand between their bodies, his fingers seeking her clit. The first brush, barely touching it at all, makes her clench around him and cry out - she's close, so close. Moving his mouth to brush against her neck, he presses his fingers more insistently, tracing shapes against her pussy.

Lower down, he can feel the way that his member is stretching her, the way that her body is forced to take his dick. Stretched tight around him, he wishes that he could keep her like this forever, desperate and panting and utterly, completely his.

Yet nothing can last forever. Everything ends.

The touch of his fingers is enough to end her, to send her rocketing into a climax that makes her writhe and twist beneath him. Hips snapping, he fucks into her until he follows, muffling his own cries against her neck, her hair tickling his nose and mouth. Panting, he feels as if all of the energy has been drained from his body, taken from him to her.

"How do you feel?" he asks, pulling out of her body, slick and messy now. She stays on the ground for a few moments, her groin exposed while the rest of her remains closed, only a small patch of trimmed hair on display. "Has it passed?"

She nods, a frown on her face, and he can see a thousand emotions passing through her, none of them positive. "Thank you," she says. "You shouldn't have had to do that."

He wants to tell her that it's alright, and that after all they've been through together - albeit on separate sides of the playing field - a little shag between friends is nothing to worry about. He could even tell her that he's been thinking of this for a long time.

In the end, he holds his tongue and they get dressed in silence. It seems like the only dignified thing left to do.
Jan. 12th, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Heroes, Adam/Monica, urgency, fuck or die [2/2]
Oh noble Adam! Even after all the trouble Saint Joan has caused him, he's not only willing to lend a hand (or a cock), but also to keep her honor by asking for the permission of a kiss. That question in the midst of all the life-or-death intercourse was so very lovely! Thank you! :)



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