Five Acts Meme

[linndechir]

This is my post for the Five Acts Meme - which looks really awesome and you guys should all sign up. It means that people might write fic for you. And of course you're so allowed to write fic for me even if you don't sign up. ;) It's multi-fandom, don't let the SoA banner scare you away.





- Post a list of your five favourite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists here.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.




Five kinks:

1) asphyxiation, breath play, choking, collars; also neck/throat petting and biting.
2) guns, knives
3) powerplay, D/s, humiliation (verbal or other), bondage
4) one person being dressed during sex, the other being naked. Can be just that, or can include an actual clothes fetish: leather (boots, gloves, coats etc.), uniforms, or nicely tailored suits, whatever fits the characters.
5) Hand fetishization (big strong hands; steady hands; rough knuckles; calluses; scars) (especially hands on other people's necks, I have a situation okay)



Fandoms/Pairings:

A Song of Ice and Fire: Victarion/Asha, Balon/Victarion, Victarion/Asha/Theon, Victarion/any of his relatives really, Roose/Robb, Aegon/Orys; Stannis/Davos, Stannis/Jon, Stannis/Sansa (although I'm not sure if Stannis ships lend themselves very well to kink ;))

Justified: Raylan/Tim

Skyfall: Bond/Q (top!Q preferred; bottom!Q only if he isn't written as insecure/inexperienced/shy)

Generation Kill: Brad/Nate

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs/Juice, Clay/Tig

The Shield: Vic/Shane, Vic/Aceveda, Shane/Lem

Supernatural: John/Dean (only consensual, I really don't like non-con for this ship)

Inglourious Basterds: Landa/Hellstrom

I ship a lot of other pairings, too, but these are the ones I'd be most interested in reading at the moment. Of course I will be eternally grateful to anyone who writes anything for me. :)






Fics given:

Who needs poetry in a love song (Justified, Raylan/Tim, Grand Romantic Gestures (of sorts)) for ozmissage

Breathe my air and I'll be fine (Skyfall, Bond/Q, oral fixation + breath + kissing) for doreyg

A knife and a kiss (ASOIAF, Victarion/Asha, bloodplay/knifeplay + D/s) for sternflammenden

Crosses on your body (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, scars + goodbyes) for crickets

I made this place for you (Supernatural, John/Dean, hurt/comfort + UST + touching/bed-sharing) for outboxed



Fics received:

ASOIAF, Stannis/Davos, hand fetishisation and neck touching by janie_tangerine

Trust Me (Sons of Anarchy, Chibs/Juice) by kayim

As you say (ASOIAF, Roose/Robb, kinks: breathplay and neck petting, humiliation, and gloves) by sternflammenden

Untitled (Justified, Raylan/Tim, guns , hands + neck touching) by norgbelulah

Make something happen (ASOIAF, Stannis/Jon) by outboxed

Cold Steel and Smoking Lips (Skyfall, Bond/Q, Knives + Dressed V. Naked, + A bit of powerplay) by doreyg

Comments

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

2/2
He reaches for Q afterwards, tries to return the favour, but the man is quick (this time) and is already somehow away before he can get his slightly dulled hands to grasp anything at all. He simply sits on the edge of the bed, gives a smile that could be called slightly smug on anybody else.

It occurs to him, what with Q’s predilection for the absurdly baggy, that he can’t even see if the state was entirely returned.

A pity, but not one that he was ever trained to dwell upon. He simply sighs, forces himself up to a sitting position without a single shake and starts upon fashioning the bedsheets into some sort of toga. They’re in a hotel: at most it’ll be five minutes before he can steal other clothes off some dozy porter or from another room, and at least he has the shoulders to pull it off.

“Bond,” Q corrects softly, and points with the knife to a nearby closet.

You also wouldn’t expect, after something as unexpected (if fantastic, it must be given) as that, any other preparation. But yet, in the closet, there is absolutely everything needed: another pair of trousers, pressed and professional. Another white shirt, another soft jacket. Even another bow tie, pressed and slightly ridiculous in its little packet.

No underwear, though.

But, then, that can be taken as merely another unexpected thing. You get almost used to it after a while, what with the life. Everything is perfectly sized, perfectly fit as if somebody has watched for measurements and gone to the best tailor in the land. A little twirl is only polite after getting redressed, just a courtesy to show off how good the work truly is.

“007,” Q chides him, and hands him the knife in the most professional way possible.

Take an idea: a judgement, perhaps. There’s a boy in a museum, young and inexperienced – he claims to be able to help the safety of a whole country, and by the end of the first meeting that can almost be believed. Then take the boy standing in a lab, a little later but still young – he claims to be able to save the world and beat one of the darkest villains ever faced, and by the end of the second meeting that can also be believed. Then take the boy sitting in a hotel room, seemingly innocent on the end of a rumpled bed…

Now: anything can be believed.

The kiss is brief and dry, another courtesy. The door opens and closes smoothly, the note on the handle of the knife is only found about five steps down the corridor. There’s no way of knowing if a smile and a different kind of glint lurks behind: there’s only the mission, and that’s the only thing that can be taken.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

OHMYGOD THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT AND GORGEOUS. JFC. Your style is incredibly beautiful, I don't even know how to comment on that because, man, you know how to write. Incredible. Thank you so much.

You also did an amazing job at including pretty much all the things I love about top!Q - how he's younger and skinnier and physically weaker and you'd just expect Bond to top the hell out of him, except that Q is confident and experienced and he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. And Bond loves it and is a bit confused by how much he loves it. DFJGBDKF AND KNIFE PORN I LOVE KNIVES. The descriptions are also really beautiful (and Ben Whishaw IS ridiculously slender and skinny, in the most beautiful way). I just have a huge thing for top!Q. ;)

And the names, of course, how Q just cuts his way down to James and then watches him go back to being 007, yessss good. I'm being very eloquent here, I know, but I feel like all my comments are inadequate.

He never even thought that he’d want this, he can admit now that things are getting tighter and closer and right to the point. Dangerous women squeezed into dresses, martini glasses in hand and guns held delicately behind back. Tough men, always older than him when he was young and close to his age now that he’s… Well. Those are his types, those are his almost-weaknesses, those are the things that boys who look barely capable of holding knives are surely not-

That point is a little confused now, he will admit.

So I'm not going to quote everything I love, because then I'd be quoting the whole fic, but this is just so spot-on. How he's confused because Q is not his usual type, but he's willing to go along with it because it's Bond, he'll try anything.

the sharp breaths in his ear sound like the best kind of bullets
As they say, how do you words? So beautiful.

the man is quick (this time)
Foreshadowing for next time? ^^

No underwear, though.
Hehe, what a brat. ;)

SO I WOULD TOTALLY LOVE IT IF YOU CAME BACK FOR DANIEL CRAIG'S HANDS BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND ABSOLUTELY STUNNING, BUT EVEN IF YOU DON'T I WILL FOREVER BE GRATEFUL BECAUSE THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST AWESOME THINGS EVER. Thank you so, so much. <3