Five Acts Meme

[linndechir]

The Five Acts Meme is happening again and it was the best thing ever last time, so you should all do this. ^^ It's multi-fandom; basically you can write fic for other people and they can write fic for you.



Here's how it works:

- 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 Acts:

1) asphyxiation, breath play, choking, collars, neck/throat petting and biting, hands on necks.
2) powerplay, D/s, humiliation (verbal or other), bondage
3) clothes fetish: one person being dressed during sex, the other being naked. people dressing or undressing each other. people being turned on by seeing someone in different clothes than usual (someone cleans up nicely, or someone who's always perfectly dressed looks dishevelled for once etc.). actual clothes fetishisation (uniforms, armour, tailored suits, leather boots/gloves/coats etc., whatever fits the characters).
4) guns and/or knives
5) guilt, shame, embarrassment: characters feeling like they shouldn't sleep with each other for whatever reason, or at least not in this particular situation/time/place, or characters being ashamed of liking a particular kink/act.


Fandoms/pairings:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones: Stannis/Jon, Stannis/Davos, Stannis/Sansa, Victarion/Asha, Balon/Victarion, Victarion/Asha/Theon, Victarion/any of his relatives, Aegon/Orys, Maegor/Aenys

Avengers: Steve/Tony (comics or movies, I'm fine with both)

Body of Lies: Hani Salaam/Roger Ferris

Coldfire Trilogy: Damien Vryce/Gerald Tarrant

Generation Kill: Brad/Nate

Hannibal: Hannibal/Will

Inglourious Basterds: Landa/Hellstrom

Justified: Tim/Raylan

Sherlock Holmes (2009): Blackwood/Coward

Skyfall: Bond/Q (top!Q preferred, bottom!Q is fine as long as he's not written as shy/inexperienced/insecure)

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs/Juice, Clay/Tig

Supernatural: Dean/Benny, John/Dean (no non-con for this ship)

Teen Wolf: Peter/Stiles

The Tudors/historical RPS: Cromwell/Cranmer

True Blood: Eric/Godric

Welcome to the Punch: Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky



Fics given:

Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, enemies working together + oral fixation) for doreyg

A cure for temptation (Skyfall, Bond/Q, admiration and envy + touching + UST) for outboxed

Fics received:

I Wish My Enemy a Placid Love (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, guilt/shame) by doreyg

Burdens (ASOIAF/GOT, Stannis/Davos, guilt + power play) by nightswhisper

Choke (Teen Wolf, Peter/Stiles, asphyxiation + power play + one clothed partner) by theaveryrule

Comments

[moderntrickster.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't mind that I'm using this for a MMOM fic too; it fit, so I figured why not kill two birds with one fic. ;)

Choke. Peter/Stiles. Asphysiation, power-play, one clothed partner. 1/2

Peter's hand curled slowly around his throat from behind, fingers flexing, trying to find the most comfortable space to fit his hand against Stiles' thin, pale throat. His hands were large, strong, and Stiles was a lot more lithe than he'd ever been, even as a teenager, and the difference between their bodies was never more apparent than when Peter held him like this, tight in his lap with an arm snug around his waist.

They were in Peter's chair: the high, black, wing-backed one in the living room that faced a picturesque bay window looking out on the forest beyond. With the lights all out in the house, he could see the black-on-blue silhouette of the forest outlined against the sky and the thin sliver of the moon slicing through the starry blanket above. It was the only thing Stiles had to look at, his back pressed against Peter's chest and his hands gripping the arms of the chair in anticipation.

So far he could still breathe, drawing in long, slow breaths as he tried to will his body to relax under him, against Peter. He could feel the older man's jeans scratching his bare thighs and his warm skin through his teeshirt against his back. His own clothes were in a pile next to the chair, his shorts and socks as well, leaving him as bare to the forest beyond the wall as it was to him. That was the way Peter liked him, exposed and vulnerable. He was the proverbial lamb to Peter's wolf, only instead of being caught in the wolf's jaws, he was trapped beneath his claws instead.

He squirmed, just trying to get more comfortable where he was, and Peter growled lightly against his ear. His breath was warm as his body, the scent of red wine and blood drifting past him. Just the smell of him made Stiles hard, though he wasn't sure if that was a conditioned reaction to him or just teenage hormones getting over-excited at the prospect of his touch. Every time Peter was near him he felt the tension stirring, demanding his attention, demanding that he do something to lessen its insistence. The only thing he could to, and he was all too aware of his limited options, was give Peter the nod he was waiting for.

There was some vague awareness of how much control he had in this - he was the one who signaled when to start and when to stop - but all of that escaped from his mind when Peter's grip tightened around his throat. Stiles managed to get a groan past his lips before the tension cut off the sound, tight enough that he could feel his body start to react in response. He would never get used to that initial flood of panic, prickling the hair on his arms and the back of his neck, making his heartbeat hitch and speed up. It was the fight-or-flight response that every living thing was designed to have, to keep them safe from predators, but Stiles had never been known to listen to that voice in the back of his head that told him to run away. He was more likely to run towards danger, the same way he arched against Peter's chest and leaned into his hand.

Instead of another growl, Peter gave him a chuckle in response, sinking his nails into the tender flesh of Stiles' neck, just hard enough leave crescent-shaped bites behind. He pressed his palm in and up, to give Stiles the feeling of pressure that would have his body reeling harder, and his heartbeat tearing inside his chest, but wouldn't completely cut off his ability to breathe just yet. It worked, and Stiles felt the pressure slowly flow down his spine to settle in his gut. It was all the better because Peter refused to rush this; he wanted it to last as long as possible too, to kept Stiles dangling helplessly on a taut line as he tightened and loosened his grip, giving him just enough relief to get him through the next tight squeeze.

[moderntrickster.livejournal.com]

2/2

Each time he went further than the last, until Stiles couldn't even struggle to drag a breath into his lungs. Only then did Peter's other hand slide down from where it had rest on his stomach to wrap around him. A groan caught before it ever reached his throat, and Peter tisked softly against his ear, tightening his hold just a little bit more until Stiles couldn't so much as think about trying to draw in another breath or make another sound. More striking than the inability to breathe was the pressure that built around Peter's hand, in his lips, in the tips of his fingers, with each loud thump of his heart. He knew about how long he could hold his breath, and Peter should as well for as often as they'd done this, and as the seconds ticked down the man's hand started moving steadily faster, all the chemicals in his body rushing down to meet his firm strokes.

If he had a hard time holding still before, it was nearly impossible now. He squirmed in Peter's lap, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair. His feet arched, toes curling in the soft carpet as his body hurled rapidly closer to the edge. But neither hand relented, and Stiles didn't want them to either, he wanted to feel Peter's grip tight against his throat and feel his body screaming for release. His whole body tingled and his muscles tensed involuntarily, toes barely touching the floor as his knees drew up and he spilled across his thighs.

The sudden rush of blood had him too dizzy to react, but his hand slipped off the arm of the chair and Peter instantly loosened his grip in response, letting his hand fall to Stiles' chest to feel his rapid heartbeat still thudding away, excited. He cradled Stiles' head against his shoulder, resting his cheek against the side of the boy's head as he slowly came down from the rush of orgasm. Soon, he started to stir in Peter's lap again, letting out a soft murmur of protest as Peter tried to hold him in place. He shushed Stiles gently, reaching for a Kleenex to clean him up. As rough as his hands had been before, they were tender now, wiping him clean and dropping the used tissue into a trash can he had placed nearby. He shifted under Stiles, turning him sideways in his lap so he could keep a better eye on him while he caught his breath again.

Peter grinned at him, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against his cheek. "I don't know why you can't just do drugs like other kids your age," he hummed.

He gave a weak one-shouldered shrug and tucked his knees up against his chest, "Because my dad's a cop," he offered, as if it made this any better than the alternative.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, this was a wonderful thing to wake up to, thank you. You know, I'd be vaguely ashamed of even watching this show (well, semi-watching) if I didn't love Peter so much and shipped these two so hard, and yeah. I'm glad this is a thing that exists. Can't really go wrong with choking porn, and I just love your descriptions here (and fingernails digging into skin when you know the guy's a werewolf adds a special flavour ;)).

"I don't know why you can't just do drugs like other kids your age," he hummed.

He gave a weak one-shouldered shrug and tucked his knees up against his chest, "Because my dad's a cop," he offered, as if it made this any better than the alternative.

I love this. It's such a Peter thing to say, and Stiles' matter-of-fact reply is equally hilarious. "Hey, dad, I'm sleeping with a psycho werewolf twice my age, but at least I don't do drugs?" ;) Thank you so much for writing this, it definitely put me in a great mood before work. :D

[moderntrickster.livejournal.com]

I couldn't decide between this and Chibs/Juice stuff, but I'm writing a bunch of Chibs/Juice stuff for MMOM too so we'll just say that's all for you as well. ;)

Funny thing, those lines were actually at the beginning of the fic when I started it and it just wasn't working. But as soon as I cut them and put them at the end and slammed right into the action it was like... Oh, this is so much better!

Anywhoooo~ I'm very glad I could give you something nice to wake up to. <33

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Haha, okay, then I'm looking forward to the Chibs/Juice stuff, too. :D

I'm glad you found a place to fit those lines in because they're great. ^^