fic rec: They Don't Love You (Like I love you) by buildyourwalls
If you really know me you know that cross-dressing is just about my biggest kink in the history of ever. I just love the idea of pretty androgynous boys and girls playing with concept of gender. I especially like the notion of pretty androgynous Bandom boys in lacy lingerie...
Ahem. Sorry about that, I got a little distracted there for a moment. :P
But seriously, I have a point here, and that point is that when I see "Warnings: Cross-dressing kink and light bondage" I naturally zero in like a fat kid on cake. And goddamn, ladies and gentlemen! I read this fic last night and I'm still having trouble putting together a coherent thought about it!
They Don't Love You (Like I love you) by buildyourwalls is hot like burning. No really, I'm surprised my computer doesn't have scorch marks all over it. It's primarily Brendon/Ryan with flavours of Brendon/Ryan/Keltie (though probably not enough to squick those who find the idea of that fearsome threesome unpalatable). I'm not sure what more I can say other than this: Brendon Urie in fishnets and a corset fucking Ryan Ross who has been tied to the bed with just that in mind. If that doesn't reduce your lady parts to a writhing mess of wanton lust, idk what will.
I would love to say more about this wonderful fic (like perhaps something useful about the writing or characterizations?) but my brain has honestly been rendered into goo. Just do yourself a favour read it >.>
<3
Ahem. Sorry about that, I got a little distracted there for a moment. :P
But seriously, I have a point here, and that point is that when I see "Warnings: Cross-dressing kink and light bondage" I naturally zero in like a fat kid on cake. And goddamn, ladies and gentlemen! I read this fic last night and I'm still having trouble putting together a coherent thought about it!
They Don't Love You (Like I love you) by buildyourwalls is hot like burning. No really, I'm surprised my computer doesn't have scorch marks all over it. It's primarily Brendon/Ryan with flavours of Brendon/Ryan/Keltie (though probably not enough to squick those who find the idea of that fearsome threesome unpalatable). I'm not sure what more I can say other than this: Brendon Urie in fishnets and a corset fucking Ryan Ross who has been tied to the bed with just that in mind. If that doesn't reduce your lady parts to a writhing mess of wanton lust, idk what will.
I would love to say more about this wonderful fic (like perhaps something useful about the writing or characterizations?) but my brain has honestly been rendered into goo. Just do yourself a favour read it >.>
<3