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May. 9th, 2013

I basically just use this journal for fiveacts now heh. Real life got incredibly busy and looks to remain so until I am reduced to the point of happy sobbing on the ground. Still, at least I can TRY to write fic! (Stress relief, right?)

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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.

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Five acts

1. Talking and communication issues (dirty talk or verbal seduction; sweet talking; reciting poetry; talking someone to orgasm; talking during sex; pillow talk; phone sex; speech becoming broken as one is aroused or upset; being inarticulate or articulate; aphasia; talking fast)
2. Noise (screaming or yelling during sex; whimpering or sobbing; purring, growling)
3. Enemies working together
4. Repressed/controlled characters falling apart entirely in bed (not to the point of sobbing, but noises and flushing and just generally being all messed-up)
5. Oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))

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Fandoms/Pairings

-Blackadder Goes Forth - Blackadder/Captain Darling
-Coriolanus: Coriolanus/Aufidus
-Dead Man Down: Darcy/Victor
-Firefly: Simon/Jayne, River/Jayne, Mal/Simon, Mal/River, Inara/Kaylee, Simon/Jayne/River, Simon/Mal/River, Simon/Inara, Simon/Mal/Inara
-Hannibal: Will/Hannibal
-Les Miserables: Javert/Jean Valjean, Eponine/Cosette
-Person of Interest: Harold Finch/John Reese
-Ripper Street: Homer Jackson/Bennett Drake, Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid, Edmund Reid/Bennett Drake, Edmund Reid/Bennett Drake/Homer Jackson
-Skyfall: James Bond/Q, Severine/Eve Moneypenny
-Some Like it Hot - Joe/Jerry
-The Avengers - Loki/Tony, Clint/Coulson, Thor/Loki, Thor/Loki/Tony
-The Demonata - Darren Shan- Juni Swan/Kernel Fleck, Juni Swan/Kernel Fleck/Dervish Grady/Meera Flame, Dervish Grady/Meera Flame, Timas/Shark, Lord Loss/Bec/Grubbs Grady/Kernel Fleck, Kernel Fleck/Grubbs Grady
-The Thick of It - Malcolm/Ollie
-The Voice UK RPF: Danny/Will.i.am
-Vampire Babylon - Chris Marie Green - Dawn/Claudius, Claudius/Costin, Costin/Benedikte, Della/Lilly
-Welcome to the Punch: Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky

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outboxed
May. 11th, 2013 05:33 pm (UTC)
This is probably terrible but I had to write you something because your fandoms are perfect. But, uh, yes, anyway, I really hope you like it.

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Hannibal (NBC), Hannibal/Will, unprofessional discourse, features: talking during sex/broken speech

"So, Will," Hannibal says, tone clinical as ever, "tell me about these wholly unprofessional things you've been thinking of." His hand, as he speaks, is making a gradual progress up Will's inseam but it stops, patient, at the end of the sentence, as if awaiting a response.

"Go on," Hannibal says, still utterly measured.

"I think," Will says, and Hannibal's hand moves up to cup Will's crotch. It's as gentle and undemanding a touch as seems humanly possible, given where it is, but the friction, the reality of it, is enough to make Will gasp.

"Go on," Hannibal says again, hand stilled. "What is it that you think?"

"I think about," another gasp, another movement of Hannibal's hand, a moment of insistent pressure, "about this, I-" and his voice cracks. He's learning now how Hannibal's hand will still when he pauses, when he breaks, so he hurries on, words too fast, "I think about you and I think-" a hitch of breath, "about how-" and it was enough to have Hannibal's hand working him through his jeans but now he's got Hannibal's tongue, trailing slow up his neck, and it doesn't stop right away, not just as soon as Will pauses, words gone, unsure what he was even saying, and he hopes this will be the end of the questioning, that Hannibal will just keep-

But no, of course not.

"Will," Hannibal says, suddenly seeming distant, voice betraying no hint of what he's been doing to Will, "how am I supposed to help me if you won't open up to me? You have to talk to me, Will, or how can we make any progress?"

"I think about you," Will snaps out, almost angry, a little desperate, "doing this-" he says, but there's Hannibal's hand again, and it's unbuttoning his jeans now, as though they're finally getting somewhere, "to me," Will says, momentum of his words ebbing as Hannibal's fingers touch skin, finally.
But Will's learnt the rules now, and he knows he has to keep talking, "and I want it. I know it's-" and there, that's it, Hannibal's hand on his cock, oh Christ it's-

The hand stills. Will says, "unprofessional, I, uh- oh, fuck, I know- but I can't- I can't stop, I-" and there's a roughness to the way Hannibal pushes Will's jeans down and, "I try- god, I try. Only-" the rhythm of Hannibal's hand, working his cock, begins to establish then stops, waiting, "I can't make it stop," Will says, voice half a whine, a plea, "I- I can't control it- my mind, it just- it's just-" breath hitching," the dreams, like the Hobbs dreams, I wake up and I- my mind just- it won't stop, won't let me stop-" and there's Hannibal's tongue again, just at the base of his jaw, and Will tries to keep talking, he tries, but he was close already, he was already-

He staggers out a last few words, isn't even sure if they are words really, thinks they might have just been "I- you- I just-" and that's all it takes, that and Hannibal's hand, a brush of lips and the imagined feel of teeth against his skin. The sound he makes then isn't a word, isn't anything more than a whimper of caught breath and relief.

"Now, Will," Hannibal says, "Doesn't it feel much better to talk about it."
linndechir
May. 11th, 2013 05:46 pm (UTC)
Just saw this when I posted my ficlet, and this is awesome. Absolutely not terrible at all, no need to worry about that. Hannibal is such a wonderfully mean bastard, and I love that last line. Good therapy. ;)
outboxed
May. 11th, 2013 07:29 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it. (And I can't help being really amused by how all of our fandoms are overlapping here - clearly doreyg shares a flawless sense of taste with the pair of us.) And, yes, Hannibal can be terribly cruel and we know he's into unconventional therapy. (;
doreyg
May. 13th, 2013 06:25 pm (UTC)
I really am starting to think that we have a hive-mind type thing of collective flawless taste. Because, seriously, ALL THE GOOD THINGS! :D
outboxed
May. 13th, 2013 09:37 pm (UTC)
That sounds bizarrely credible. Flawless taste of flawlessness, we all have it! :D
doreyg
May. 13th, 2013 06:23 pm (UTC)
sergesragejkasgheaiufgeaigbeaugbeagfbeaufbyeafuaef!

...Oh, yeah, words.

I'm pleased to say that this is far from terrible. This is, in fact, absolutely brilliant and upon a reread (I read it originally a few days ago and flailed but had no computer so DAMN YOU LIFE) I am inclined to say that it is so brilliant that I'm falling off my chair and flailing.

Because, seriously, it is like YOU REACHED INSIDE MY BRAIN AND PULLED EVERYTHING I WANTED OUT! THE RAGGEDNESS! THE BREATHINESS! THE MANIPULATION AND HANNIBAL BEING A LOVABLE DICK AND... JUST YES! Seriously. This is not only everything that I want from a Hannibal fic, but everything that I want from a fic in general - and that is WONDERFUL.

In particular (mgeagagaerg):

"His hand, as he speaks, is making a gradual progress up Will's inseam but it stops, patient, at the end of the sentence, as if awaiting a response."

I knew from this line that I was going to love it. I apparently have a thing for the tracing of inseams. I feel that this is a good discovery to make.

"but the friction, the reality of it, is enough to make Will gasp."

CHARACTERS THAT SUDDENLY REALIZE THAT THEY'RE REALLY AND ACTUALLY HAVING SEX IS ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS. So, yes, props on that too. ^^

""I think about," another gasp, another movement of Hannibal's hand, a moment of insistent pressure, "about this, I-" and his voice cracks. He's learning now how Hannibal's hand will still when he pauses, when he breaks, so he hurries on, words too fast, "I think about you and I think-" a hitch of breath, "about how-""

EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE EVER WANTED. (I have such a kink for broken words. I know that I put it up there, but I feel like I need to repeat it as much as possible for you've got it perfectly and YESSS.)

"now he's got Hannibal's tongue, trailing slow up his neck, and it doesn't stop right away"

Hnnnngh is pretty much the only thing I can say to that.

"But Will's learnt the rules now, and he knows he has to keep talking, "and I want it. I know it's-" and there, that's it, Hannibal's hand on his cock, oh Christ it's-"

I also like broken thoughts during sex. So this remains ABSOLUTELY PERFECT, yes.

"The hand stills. Will says, "unprofessional, I, uh- oh, fuck, I know- but I can't- I can't stop, I-" and there's a roughness to the way Hannibal pushes Will's jeans down and, "I try- god, I try. Only-""

THIS BIT

...I'm not sure if I have anything more than that.

Just - THIS BIT. And Will's broken words, and all the breathy impications, and THAT LITTLE BIT OF ROUGHNESS FROM HANNIBAL. And just... Yeah. afjaeffaf.

"He staggers out a last few words, isn't even sure if they are words really, thinks they might have just been "I- you- I just-""

<3333333 I am soooo up for the babbling.

...And, just, YES! All of it. And the end line is so perfectly in character. And I just love the both of them. And this just has that wonderful sexiness and yet edge of darkness to it that makes it absolutely PERFECT. It was wonderful and lovely and brilliant and, er, yeah. I might go flail some more now (while trying not to fall off my chair again). Thank you so much! :D
outboxed
May. 13th, 2013 09:35 pm (UTC)
Try not to actually fall off your chair flailing at the fic because what if you hit your head and somehow no longer had flawless taste and the ability to write wonderfully? IT WOULD BE TRAGIC AND I WOULD BE TO BLAME.

But, ahem, anyway, I am incredibly gratified that my fic hit the right notes. (Even with some stuff that wasn't in your list! And that's got to be either incredible luck or a side effect of how amazingly aligned our interests seem to be.) And, hey, this is Hannibal/Will so it had to be sexy and dark in order to be them but I honestly wasn't at all sure I could pull it off, even as I was writing it, so I am so glad it worked for you. Thank you for being the reason I finally wrote Hannibal fic after weeks of this show eating my soul.
linndechir
May. 11th, 2013 05:39 pm (UTC)
Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky), 1/2
Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, enemies working together + oral fixation)
You're probably going to hate me because this stops right before the porn, but I hope you like it anyway. And I miiiiight be back to write more of this or something for another ship because I love your pairings and your five acts.

Jake isn't sure what exactly his plan for the next months had been when he had decided to break Max Lewinsky out of prison. Frankly, he hadn't really considered that it might not be very smart to give the man who had been obsessed with putting Jake behind bars for years his freedom back, when there was no telling if Max's letting Jake go was any more than a spontaneous whim, easily forgotten the next time they saw each other. All he knew was that, whatever had happened before, he owed Max. Owed Max his freedom, his life, his revenge for his son's death. Jake may have been a criminal, but he had never thought of himself as heartless. And it would take a particular kind of ingrateful bastard to let your saviour rot in prison for crimes he hadn't even committed.

To his relief, Lewinsky didn't turn on him the moment he got him out of prison and then out of the country. He seemed to have accepted, albeit unwillingly, that there was no going back for him, that his life as a cop, or even as a decent respected citizen, was over for good. There were times when he looked as if he might just take the fake papers Jake had given him and run off, but he never did. Max knew what Jake knew just as well – neither of them had anyone left in the world. They had the choice between being alone or sticking with the man who had arguably ruined the other's life. Not much of a choice, really. It would have been enough to make any man angry, and Max Lewinsky had already been a bundle of unresolved anger issues to begin with.

Jake could see it in how tightly wound he was, the constant tenseness of his shoulders, the sharp tone in his voice whenever he remembered that everything was Jake's fault – he remembered less and less often as the weeks passed, and sometimes his voice stayed friendly for a whole day before he thought of snapping at Jake again, but eventually he always remembered. Mostly Jake could see his anger in the square set of his jaw, the thin line of his mouth when he pressed his lips together as if that could somehow keep all his pain and rage locked inside. Max's mouth always looked like he resented it being so damn pretty, like he had to make up for it with a constant snarl. His mouth looked as angry as his voice sounded, it looked angry when it pulled the cap off those syringes he needed to keep the pain in his leg manageable, looked even angrier when he spat it out, before it went slack in a moment of relief.

Max even smoked his cigarettes in an angry way, tight lips almost crushing the filter, every draw quick and angry as if the cigarette had personally offended him, and the more disapproving Jake looked – he didn't mind Max smoking, he just wished Max didn't insist on doing it in closed rooms when it was too cold outside to open the window – the more Max seemed to wallow in his anger.

And the odd thing was that they still worked together as efficiently as if they had been partners for years. Jake had money stored away, but Max refused to live off money that Jake had stolen, so they took the odd jobs here and there, private security, private investigation, many things that were not quite legal, although Max insisted that they didn't do anything outright criminal. He made it very clear that if Jake killed someone in anything but unambiguous self-defence, their partnership – not that Max ever used that word – would be over. That they might get paid for not quite legal work, but they wouldn't start stealing from anyone. And to Jake's surprise as much as to Max's, it worked. They fell into an easy routine, understood each other most of the time without even having to talk, and as weeks turned into months, some of the tension seemed to leave Max's shoulders, his anger turned from a raging fire into a faint glow, far from extinguished, but at least he seemed somewhat calmer now.

Edited at 2013-05-11 05:40 pm (UTC)
linndechir
May. 11th, 2013 05:41 pm (UTC)
Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky), 2/2
His mouth started smiling, just sometimes, and Jake had been right, it was a pretty mouth when Max wasn't actively trying to hide that fact. At first they were annoyed smiles, as if he somehow resented Jake for managing to make him smile at all, but over time they became actually amused, sharp and alive when Max finally started returning Jake's quips with banter of his own rather than with actual malice. Max started looking like he enjoyed things again, smoking his cigarettes with deep breaths rather than with angry little puffs.

It took Jake embarrassingly long to realise that Max had noticed how he was looking at him, that Max constantly licking his lips in the cold air was not coincidental, that he met Jake's eyes every time he started chewing on his bottom lip when he was thinking, that he took longer to smoke his cigarettes when Jake was watching than when he wasn't. And when Jake finally realised that at some point in the past months Max had begun to tease him, the look of surprise on his face must have been so obvious that Max actually laughed.

He didn't flinch back when Jake stepped into his personal space, but his smile grew tighter again, as if he knew that neither of them could ever undo what was happening now, because there were worlds between working with the man who had ruined your life when you had no other choice, and angling your head up until your breath mingled with his and all but asking him to kiss you.

Max's muscles were hard and tense again when Jake's hand curled at the back of his neck, but his lips went finally slack under Jake's mouth. Jake half expected an angry, rough kiss – and he was sure he would get it, if not now, then later – but for now Max's lips parted easily, warm and welcoming, and the shudder that went through Max's body seemed almost relieved, as if he was glad to let go just this once. He leant into Jake, hummed softly in the back of his throat when Jake's hand carefully massaged his neck; his fingers, at first angrily clinging to Jake's clothes as if he still considered pushing him away, slid underneath the fabric instead and held on to warm skin. He moaned quietly when Jake's lips left his for a moment, and Jake felt it more in the hot breath ghosting over his face than he heard it, but even so it sounded relaxed, as if Max had finally forgotten to be angry for a moment. He smiled against Max's lips, promised himself to get more moans out of him, make him whimper in something other than pain, make him curse for other reasons than his constant anger at Jake and the rest of the world.

Jake bit Max's bottom lip, harder than he had intended, but the harsh gasp was worth it. Max glared a little at him, but Jake only smiled, leant in until his lips brushed against Max's earlobe.

“Tell me,” he mouthed, smiling when he felt Max's fingers dig into his hip, “do you get loud in bed?”

“No,” Max snapped back, but his voice sounded already rougher than usual. Jake believed him, could easily see Max stubbornly clinging to his silence and pressing his lips together even when any sane man would just relax and enjoy himself, but Jake had no intention of letting him stay quiet. He wondered what it would take to get more of those groans from Max's mouth, imagined that it would be easier to get him to scream than to beg. He kissed Max's neck, drawing another sharp, too controlled intake of breath from his lips, and promised himself that he'd still try.
outboxed
May. 11th, 2013 07:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky), 2/2
Aaaah, perfect and glorious. I love how this has a slow build, how you describe the way they go from being uneasily linked to surprisingly effective partners. And, my god, can I see Max enjoying winding Jake up like that, playing with him until he gives in and not saying anything about it until Jake catches on. SO GOOD. All of it is wonderful, including Jake's promise to himself at the end (because god it's great to see Jake come up against Max's stubbornness like that). But, yes, anyway, it's all great but I am just going to quote my favourite bit at you because this:

He didn't flinch back when Jake stepped into his personal space, but his smile grew tighter again, as if he knew that neither of them could ever undo what was happening now, because there were worlds between working with the man who had ruined your life when you had no other choice, and angling your head up until your breath mingled with his and all but asking him to kiss you.

THIS IS PERFECTION.
linndechir
May. 12th, 2013 12:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky), 2/2
Thanks, bro. ^^ I think Max is just a rather petty guy, he'd enjoy winding Jake up and provoking him a little, if only to make BOTH of them uncomfortable rather than be uncomfortable on his own. ;)
doreyg
May. 13th, 2013 06:55 pm (UTC)
1/2
eeeeee Welcome to the Punch fic! With my favourite pairing! And my FAVOURITES.

I just love this so much. The slow build, the inevitability, the way that they're never going to have a normal relationship but just choose to roll with it anyway. They're a glorious ball of dysfunction, and I LOVE how you show that here.

Favourite bits (let's hope this fits in the comment box because livejournal has stupid limits and should just ACCEPT MY LOVING RANTS):

"Jake isn't sure what exactly his plan for the next months had been when he had decided to break Max Lewinsky out of prison."

YES! I totally agree with you that this is perfect headcanon, and I'm kind of surprised that the movie didn't end like this itself. Come on, they HAVE to go off together. THEY HAVE A BOND!

"he owed Max. Owed Max his freedom, his life, his revenge for his son's death. Jake may have been a criminal, but he had never thought of himself as heartless."

Eeeee, yes, perfect Sternwood voice here. What I really loved about his character was that he had done bad things, but still seemed to be the best person in the movie. He has this odd kindness to him, despite everything - and that really comes across well.

"Max knew what Jake knew just as well – neither of them had anyone left in the world."

Eeeeee former enemies ending up with only each other. <3333

"he remembered less and less often as the weeks passed, and sometimes his voice stayed friendly for a whole day before he thought of snapping at Jake again"

Awwwwwww. It feels slightly odd to have warm and fuzzy feelings for them, but oddness is totally a good thing. The thought of Max being happy and friendly for brief periods of time! The thought of Max being happy and friendly with Jake! WARM AND FUZZY.

"Max's mouth always looked like he resented it being so damn pretty"

YES MCAVOY'S PRETTY MOUTH. Because he has such a pretty mouth, and Jake would so totally notice that.

"And the odd thing was that they still worked together as efficiently as if they had been partners for years."

This was another one of my favourite things about the movie (I am SO EXCITED to finally meet other people who know what this movie is, can you tell?) So, YAY! I just love how, despite everything between them, they immediately settle into a partnership that is truly formidable. It's probably why I ship them so hard, actually.

"they took the odd jobs here and there, private security, private investigation, many things that were not quite legal, although Max insisted that they didn't do anything outright criminal"

Eeee the thought of them working together. the warm and fuzzy feelings have returned!

"His mouth started smiling, just sometimes, and Jake had been right, it was a pretty mouth when Max wasn't actively trying to hide that fact."

sgrsgsg McAvoy's mouth. <33333

"It took Jake embarrassingly long to realise that Max had noticed how he was looking at him, that Max constantly licking his lips in the cold air was not coincidental, that he met Jake's eyes every time he started chewing on his bottom lip when he was thinking, that he took longer to smoke his cigarettes when Jake was watching than when he wasn't."

MMMMMM Oral kink. I seriously love it when characters stare at each other's mouths and then get caught and then KEEP STARING and so this, of course, appeals to me immensely. And Max doing it deliberately! Especially the lip licking, nnnngh, I'm not sure if I've come across many images so perfect.

"He didn't flinch back when Jake stepped into his personal space, but his smile grew tighter again, as if he knew that neither of them could ever undo what was happening now, because there were worlds between working with the man who had ruined your life when you had no other choice, and angling your head up until your breath mingled with his and all but asking him to kiss you."

FAVOURITE PARAGRAPH. Especially the breath mingling, MMMMM.
doreyg
May. 13th, 2013 06:56 pm (UTC)
2/2
(Screw you too, LJ.)

"Jake half expected an angry, rough kiss – and he was sure he would get it, if not now, then later – but for now Max's lips parted easily, warm and welcoming, and the shudder that went through Max's body seemed almost relieved, as if he was glad to let go just this once."

SO MUCH WARM AND FUZZY. EEEE.

"He leant into Jake, hummed softly in the back of his throat"

Aaaaaah pleased humming while kissing. One of my faves, yup.

"He moaned quietly when Jake's lips left his for a moment, and Jake felt it more in the hot breath ghosting over his face than he heard it"

EEEEEE MOANING. I love that so much, the thought of Max being SO UNWILLING to part despite himself. These two are totally going to spend weeks in bed after this, I just have a feeling.

"Jake bit Max's bottom lip, harder than he had intended, but the harsh gasp was worth it. Max glared a little at him, but Jake only smiled, leant in until his lips brushed against Max's earlobe."

KFEWFEKJFEF EARLOBE BRUSHING! I just love how close they are, and the intimacy of it, and how hot it is and yesssssss.

"“Tell me,” he mouthed, smiling when he felt Max's fingers dig into his hip, “do you get loud in bed?”"

THE DIGGING INTO THE HIP! AND THE LOUDNESS IN BED! AND THE MOUTHING" AND- AND- Oh, so perfect. <33

"“No,” Max snapped back, but his voice sounded already rougher than usual."

ROUGH VOICE. <3333

"He wondered what it would take to get more of those groans from Max's mouth, imagined that it would be easier to get him to scream than to beg."

YES. YES SCREAMING. YES, GO ON MAX, DO THE SCREAMING THING!

...Erm, yes. ^^ This was absolutely brilliant and I was so pleased to see it in my inbox and then read it. It was really hot, really IC and pretty much perfectly how I imagined them. And yessss, come back and write more! I shall tempt you with, er, something shiny? :DD
moderntrickster
May. 16th, 2013 02:47 am (UTC)
I want to apologize first for getting this in at the 11th hour, but I just had to do it! :D Also, it got rather, erm, long, so I hope you don't mind links!

Haunted By Ill Angels. Hannibal/Will. Oral fixation, talking/communication issues.

LJ: http://startwithsparks.livejournal.com/15173.html
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/805105
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