I'm pretty sure the devil created Tumblr
...as a ploy to make me NEVER DO ANYTHING AGAIN EVER EXCEPT POST ON TUMBLR.
OH GOD IT IS TAKING OVER MY LIFE.
In an effort to stop cheating on sweet, faithful LJ with with that harlot, I'm going to give you a compendium of some of the SIXTEEN PAGES worth of Tumblr posts I've made. As I have mentioned, sometimes the Tumblr stuff gets a little explicit, but not more explicit than, say, having Walt double teamed by Brad and Ray like I wrote that one two three several times.
Wilson Bethel, both reblogged from raincitybones (who is my new favourite person in the universe, just FYI)
Some Ray-Ray. Just because I can.
...do I need a reason?
Ray and Walt in an alternative universe where they are both slightly less attractive and slightly more gay.
Walt, being upset that no one writes porn about him and Brad. Why don't you want Walt to get some Iceman action, universe? Why do you want Walt to be sad? :(
IF NOTHING ELSE, DO IT FOR THE PRETTY.
Rudy, via janes-thomas. Daaaaaaaaamn
More rudy, via Rain baby. Who had this to say about it "Oh hey. Sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was busy being in utter awe of just how beautiful you actually are." To which I could only add "Aww, fuck."
He's so. Fucking. Hot.
Hey, who's the broad? How'd she get in here amongst all this hot Marine studliness? :D OH WAIT. That's me! I have a new dress. It's spanky.
I want her skirt. And her boyfriend.
Rain and I had this to say about this one.
Me: Is it wrong that I find the burns kind of sexy? Yes? Okay. Carry on, then.
Rain: NO! Not at all. I want to touch them with my mouth.
The way Brad probably did. When they got ten seconds alone together. Not hard or even wet, just ghosted his mouth across them, somehow cool and damp even in the desert. And Ray just sinks into him and they stand there, barely touching for a long moment. Because secretly Ray was terrified that he’d lost his eye for a couple seconds there and Brad was so angry and scared that Ray would be taken away from him.
Me: Oh, god. My heart just completely fucking MELTED. SOGREAT.
Ray is just so soft against Brad, his body loose and trusting, and Brad doesn’t even know what to do with that, doesn’t know how to react to Ray when he’s so vulnerable. So he doesn’t say anything, just breaths over Ray’s face, touches very lightly at his hair. Ray closes his eyes and mutters “I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t freak out on me, Iceman,” but his heart isn’t in it, and it just shows on his face that if Brad moves away, Ray will fall apart. So Brad ignores him. Steps closer and presses his forehead against the top of Ray’s head, the tips of his fingers against Ray’s hips. And they stand there for as long as they can, not long enough, before finally Ray gathers the strength to open his eyes, step away and smile.
Rain: Oh god I legitimately squeed just then. You have turned me into a 15 year old Jonas Brothers fan. Be ashamed.
Later Brad repeats the whole process with his tongue and hard, sucking kisses. The burns are healed, pale. They’re out of Baghdad now and Ray is fucked up. Brad keeps a litany going in his head, tells himself that Ray’s coming down from God only knows what. That the hollow in his eyes is a trick of the light. There is the faintest whitening of the skin where the burns were and Brad knows that even that will fade. The burns will be as invisible as the rest of the damage that Ray has taken so Brad laps at his skin, like a cat and waits for the spark to come back.
Annnnnnd, yup. I assume you've all seen this by now, but I just thought I'd throw it in. Just for kicks. (I want to do fucking FILTHY things to him. Really, really I do)
More Rain magic. I would like these two men, please. Maybe if I write a letter to Santa?
OKAY, GOD, ENOUGH WITH THE PICTURES.
Here is a selection of some of the Asks I've answered (in Tumblr land, an Ask is a noun. What the shit, right?)
raincitybones asked: I don't mean to pilfer questions but I am totally interested in your answer. Given you and PJ on a given Tuesday night with a six pack of VB and all the time in the world just how kinky does shit get?
Hahaha, the answer is super. I am a sweet girl who runs a book shop, but sex is supposed to be fun, and hot, and dirty, and crazy. With him, it’d be the kind of fucking where you can’t meet each others eyes properly the next day, get a little shy around each other.
I’d let him take charge, let him put me down on my knees, let him smack my ass. If he wanted to bruise my wrists while he held me down, I would be down with that. If he wanted to hold me down by the back of my neck while he fucked me from behind, that would be cool, too.
And my ultimate kink is dirty talk. He could talk filth to me all night, and I would LOVE it. Ugggh, the words that could come out of that MOUTH of his…
…wow. And that isn’t even going into my ‘daddy’ thing, my bondage thing OR my threesome thing. Which I guess, considering how many times I’ve written Brad/Ray daddy!kink, Brad/Ray/Walt and bdsm fic, isn’t much of a secret any more, but still.
Ummmmmm. I guess TMI has been stricken from our vocab at this point, huh? :D
raincitybones asked: What is your perfect PJ centric weekend?
Friday night - quiet, dark bar, a few drinks, kissing in a corner booth until people start giving us looks. We kind of giggle all the way back to my place, where we have a few more drinks and then spend about an hour just making out on my couch before he picks me up and carts me off into the bedroom (sex goes here).
Saturday morning - I’m being a good girlfriend, so I wake him up with head. He is appropriately grateful, returns the favour, then makes me coffee while I have long, luxurious shower. Later, we do something stupidly romantic, like go to the zoo or have lunch at our favourite restaurant. The night, my football team is playing (PJ has moved to Australia to be with me, okay, shut up, it’s my fantasy), so even though he doesn’t understand Aussie Rules footy, he takes me to the game, and we win (GO SAINTS!) and to celebrate we get a couple bottles of wine and spend quite some time drinking and getting a little freaky. Okay, a lot freaky (dirty, kinky sex goes here)
Sunday - we have no plans, so we stay in bed for hours, just talking and drinking coffee and kissing and feeling a little sheepish about all the crazy shit we got up to the night before. We eat left overs and just laze around all day, enjoying each others company.
Siiiigh. It’s a pretty boring fantasy weekend, I know - no exotic countries or sun-kissed beaches - but honestly, I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.
raincitybones asked: I'm stealing a question that was asked of me. Your perfect PJ/You/??? threesome? Who is it and how doe sit happen?
HMMM. You see, my perfect RAY/me threesome is Ray/me/Brad, and I have planned it out in exacting detail. But I’m not quite as attracted to Askars as I am to Brad - he needs that certain Brad-ness, you know? So. PJ/me/…Pawel.
Me and PJ are living together in New York, when Pawel comes back from being a Polish movie star to visit the States. He and PJ decide to catch up, and I, being the new girlfriend, get to come along. We have a fun night out drinking, and I get along really well with Pawel, and yes, there’s a little sexual tension, that sort of flirting “What are you doing with this douchebag, hur hur” vibe. And PJ laughs along, but when Pawel swings his arm around me in the booth his eyes go hot. ‘Cause yeah, in bed, we’ve spoken about finding someone else, PJ’s gotten me off whispering in my ear about how he wants to see me take another cock…
So Pawel has had a bit too much to drink, and our place is right around the corner from the bar, and we’ve got beer and wine in the fridge, so we invite him back, tell him the couch is his. But when we go back, it’s me and Pawel on the couch, while Ray sits on the coffee table in front of us. And Pawel and I are getting closer and closer together, sides pressing, shooting each other and PJ these looks, and finally PJ says, his voice all husky, “Just hurry up and fuckin’ kiss her, dude.”
And, oh, Pawel’s mouth. It’s perfect, the way he kisses me, it’s not hesitant or unsure at all, he just takes what he wants. And while I’m moaning into it, PJ leans forward and starts kissing the side of my neck, making me shiver, then down over my shoulder…
I end up riding Pawel’s dick with PJ behind me, hands gripping my hips, moving me up and down. And when Pawel finishes, PJ pushes me forward into his arms and just takes his place.
All in all, it is a pretty good night :D
puckling asked: TELL ME MORE ABOUT RAY AND DOC'S BB ADVENTURES.
Ray and Doc’s BB Adventures, oh god, why didn’t I call it this?
Okay, so Brad was just about to come back when I finished it, right? So Brad comes back, and Doc doesn’t MEAN to, but he can’t help feel a little insecure. Because Brad and Ray are such BFFs, and they had everything all planned out together, you know? So where does Doc fit in? But Ray sort of senses this and is like, Doc, you’ve been here since Ellie was a week old, she’s as much yours as mine or Brad’s. And Doc is mostly soothed.
(Also, Doc knows he’s the only one who gets to suck Ray’s dick on the regular, so that helps)
Then it’s a year ahead, Ellie’s birthday party, which they have at Brad’s place. And Doc is feeling a little put out again. Just a little. Because Brad is Ellie’s Godfather, and Doc is just, you know, her daddy’s boyfriend. And then Ray comes to him like, “So, my ex signed a piece of paper that means she doesn’t have any claim over Ellie at all,” and Doc is like, “…okay.” And Ray fidgets a little and mumbles “So I was wondering if you wanted to sign a piece of paper that is like…the opposite of that?” Doc is sort of confused, but there’s also this feeling in his chest, which he doesn’t know if he can trust, and he almost isn’t breathing when Ray goes on, “Ellie Person-Bryan is a fucking stupid name, homes, but I reckon she’d get used to it eventually.” And Doc is like, “Ray. Ray. Are you saying you want me to adopt Ellie?” And now RAY is unsure. “If…if you want. I mean, I understand it if you don’t, but she’s yours anyway. She’s mine and yours.”
And of course Doc says yes. And then they leave Brad to run the party for a little while because they just have to hide away and make out, for a bit.
OH GOD, SO SCHMOOPY! I’m kind of GLAD I never wrote that. It would ruin my hardcore pornographic reputation, heh.
raincitybones asked: You meet Ray Person when he goes back to school. How do you two meet, do you become fast friends and get up to crazy shenanigans? Do you have a bitter academic rivalry?
Ray’s in my Classical Greek Lit class. I like him, because when I told my tutor that Euripides was like an Ancient Greek Eminem, Ray laughed and high five’d me instead of frowning and giving me a lecture on misogyny and Classical ideals and blah blah (Ray understood that Euripides told violent, misogynistic tales which were controversial in his own time, and that I was drawing a legit fucking parallel, okay, fuck you lady). Ray kind of got me from the start, which was cool.
We become friends, which is kind of a mistake, because then we’re stuck in friend-land for ages. We have cram sessions in the library and ingest way too much coffee, and when he drags me outside so he can smoke I bitch that I’m not going to fucking look after him when he’s dying of lung cancer, and he blows smoke in my face and I punch him in the arm. We’re mates.
But there’s tension there, you know? And on the night before our Classical Lit paper is due we’re up late in his dorm room (Walt, his roomie, is passed out drunk with his girlfriend Jo on his bed, they had their final exams that day and celebrated a little too hard), proofreading each others papers and stealing Walt’s liquor, and suddenly out of nowhere the fact that I’m in short shorts and a wife-beater on his bed is entirely too obvious. And suddenly it isn’t innocent anymore.
He touches the outside of my thigh, makes it so it could almost be accidental, but I move into it, and he gives me this look with his dark eyes, this intense, smoldering look, and my mouth goes fucking dry. “Yeah, Ray,” I whisper, and when he kisses me it isn’t how a first kiss should be. It’s like we’ve been doing it forever, like it’s how things are meant to go.
He fucks me on top of all the papers we’ve got spread over the bed, holds his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, keep me from waking up Walt and Jo. And when he comes, he gasps into my neck, hot and wet, and tells me how good it is, how sweet, and I just lose it completely, whimpering into his hand.
The next morning, Walt is oblivious, but judging from the dirty smile Jo gives me, it’s obvious that she heard everything. I just grin back. I’m pretty cool with that, to be honest.
And me and Ray both get fucking As on our papers, too.
raincitybones asked: Your friendly neighbourhood vampire rescues you from the feral, tear you apart just for fun ruffian vampires that are being an embarrassment to being undead. Turns out this is a GK au! Who is he and what happens?
I’m just out having a beer, making eyes at the gorgeous baby-faced blond boy at the other end of the bar, when this absolutely stunning girl walks in. She’s amazing looking, like a cross between Angelina Jolie and Michelle Rodriguez. Our eyes meet, she buys me a drink, one thing leads to another, and the blond boy is forgotten.
But when we leave to go back to her house, shit gets a little freaky. She leads me into a dark alley and pushes me up against a wall, which I am not totally against, starts kissing me, which I am DEFINITELY not against, but then she gets rough, rougher than I like to get with random women outside bars. She shoves my head to the side, holds me still, and her kisses turn into bites, her mouth is on my neck and -
Suddenly she’s ripped away. I’m bleeding, hurt and confused, and I drop to the ground, barely able to focus as I see the beautiful blond from the bar throwing the girl around. And shit is getting weird, because they’re baring their teeth at each other, and they have fangs, okay, and I am pretty sure that this is not what I fucking signed up for when I put on my makeup that night. Fuck this.
But the blond wins, and the girl tears off into the night, inhumanly fast, before he comes over to me, gently lifts me up and touches my neck. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, with this completely adorable Southern accent, which almost makes up for the fact that, you know, he has fangs and superhuman strength and speed.
“I just got attacked by a vampire, no I am not fucking okay,” I say, and I’m trying to sound tough, but I’m dazed and I’ve lost some blood, and I’m pretty much weak as a kitten. He laughs and picks me up, and then it’s like I’m flying, held tight in his arms as he races through the city, takes me back to my place.
I don’t ask him how he knows where I live.
Turns out Walt is one of the good guys. He and Brad and Ray and Nate and Rudy patrol the streets, hunting down the bad vamps, stepping in when they need to. And as I get to know them, I start to realise that maybe, if that vampire bitch hadn’t gotten in the way? Walt and I would have gotten to know each other under entirely more pleasant circumstances that night.
We spend a long time figuring that out.
And then a long, long time making up for missed opportunities…
~
...and then a whole DIFFERENT vampire au
raincitybones asked: You are so needy.
Oh! Which of our boys is the vampire who turns you?
I know :( VALIDATE ME, DAMNIT.
Anyway, Ray turns me. He’d hold me up against a wall with his inhuman strength, and we’ve discussed this, we know he’s gonna do it, but as his lips softly grazed my neck he’d ask me one more time if I was sure. “Yes,” I say, “Yes, please, do it,” and he’d close his eyes, run his teeth lightly over my skin and then…drop to his knees. I’d be looking at him, dazed and confused, trying to figure out why he’s stopped, and he’d just smirk at me, dimples popping up and eyes so dark and dirty they’re unreal. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he’d say, and without me really knowing how it happens, my underwear is gone and he’s got one of my legs hooked up over his shoulder.
He starts slow, hot little licks that have me trembling and straining towards him, but it doesn’t take long before he can’t help himself, and he’s eating me out, moaning into me, getting his face so wet, bringing me right to the point of coming…then he turns his head and sinks his fangs into my thigh, and I scream for him, completely undone. He drains me almost dry, then lays me out on the floor, cutting his own neck and lying over me so I can get at it, sucking hungrily.
I wake up with him kissing me, gently, running his hands down my body. “Mine, now,” he says, and I smile. I’m seeing everything with my new vampire eyes, and everything is different except…he’s still him. “Yours always.”
ANNE RICE, EAT YO HEART OUT.
raincitybones asked: Now that you're a vampire who do YOU turn? Why?
Ooooh.
I turn Walt. Just because Ray is so clearly in love with him, and I want to bring him into our little vampire family so we can play with him whenever we like.
I’d be riding him, I think, with Ray lying on the bed next to us watching. Walt’s got his hands digging into my hips, gazing up at me wide eyed as I rock myself to orgasm on his dick, just using him for my own pleasure, and Ray’s whispering something in his ear, something I can’t quite catch, but it’s making Walt moan, makes him grip me even tighter.
And he’s getting close, I can tell, and Ray can to. “Now,” he says to me, and I lean down and push Walt’s face to the side, let Ray catch his lips in a kiss, and then I bite his neck, feel him coming right as I do it, groaning it into Ray’s mouth.
Wow, apparently I have a thing for biting/coming at the same time. Who knew?
nomorerippedfuel asked: Who could you see with Doc, in a deliciously slashy way of course. :)
WELL. I’ve already written him with Ray once. It was sappy kid-fic, and Doc was all angry and passionate and caring and tender, and Ray had a baby, and it was so self-indulgent. But fun as well.
I could also see him with Walt, and in fact, if I didn’t know that no one would buy it, I would totally write Walt/Doc. I know they don’t interact at all in the show, but I like the idea of Doc kind of taking Walt under his wing, fretting over him in that ‘I’m only angry ‘cause I’m worried’ kind of way. And Walt being all, ‘dude, chill, seriously, it’s all good.’
And then one day Doc is freaking out about something stupid, and Walt just grabs him, forces him to be still and quiet. And he gives him this slow, bright smile and leans in and kisses him, not exactly hesitant, but testing, finding out if Doc is on the same page.
And oh, yeah. Doc is.
raincitybones asked: Thursday night rolls around, snow starts to fall, fast and faster. Which member of 1st Recon calls you up from a few feet outside your door to coax you out to play?
I’m really cozy inside on my couch with a blanket and a bottle of red and something cheesy but awesome like The Sound of Music on the telly, when the phone rings. It’s Ray and Walt, and they’re telling me they’re outside my front door.
I’m like, why are you calling instead of knocking like sane people, and Ray is all, because we don’t want to come in, we want you to come out. And I am not feeling this idea, because blanket and wine and Von Trapps, you know? But while Ray is whining into my ear, Walt starts making snowballs and throwing them at my window, and one of these fucktards is going to break something soon if I don’t stop them so, FINE. FINE, I’ll just get on my boots and come out, GOD.
And when I step outside, it’s to the sight of the two of them grinning like maniacs in front of a giant snowman they’ve built in my front yard. They must have been out there for ages without my knowing, killing themselves to keep quiet, so they could surprise me.
I barrel down the steps into their arms, and they hug me between them and it’s so warm and gorgeous and perfect…and then Ray shoves a handful of snow down my shirt and fuck them, it’s on.
After I finish owning their asses in the snow, we troop inside, cold and wet, and strip down and snuggle all three of us on the couch, passing the wine back and forth, and they kiss my hair while the Von Trapps escape the Nazis. And Ray might bitch about how you can’t cross the alps in lederhosen, fuck it, but all in all, it’s pretty perfect.
raincitybones asked: Who is your number one cross fandom fuck buddy for our dear Ray-Ray?
Jo Harvelle is pretty much my go to girl for when I want these boys with a lady. I think she’d be perfect with Ray. She’s spunky and game and drinks beer and doesn’t take shit, but she’s also just vulnerable enough that Ray can take care of her, sometimes. He likes the feel of her under his arm, likes her pretty blonde hair, likes that one night she drank Walt under the table, likes that she knows how to handle a weapon.
And it goes without saying that the sex is fantastic. She rides him, bounces on his dick, holds him down, comes all over him, and then, when she’s all soft and fucked out, lets him flip her over and just take her. She comes again like that, whimpering against his chest as he covers her, and when his orgasm hits him and she squeezes her thighs around his hips, it’s the best feeling ever.
raincitybones asked: How did Jo and Ray meet?
Ray and Walt are on a roadtrip and they show up in her bar one night, dusty and sweaty and smelling like Skittles and sunshine.
She feels guilty about it later, but she actually looked at Walt first, when they came in. He’s kind of spectacularly attractive, what the hell’s a girl to do? But as soon as Ray came up to the bar and started jabbering at her, she was charmed. She pulled his beer and appreciated the tattoos peaking out from under his black wifebeater, the cut of his muscles, the dimple in his cheek, his huge, dark eyes.
Walt spends most of that night chatting to Ellen about some relatives it turns out the both have in Richmond (small fucking world, right?), and Jo thinks probably her mom is trying on a bit of a Mrs Robinson thing, but she’s trying to ignore that. Jo’s focusing too much of her attention on Ray, but shit, the bar’s quiet and if she wants to lean over the counter and drink shitty beer with the hot Marine, then she damn well will.
They don’t hook up that night. It’s too obvious, Ellen keeps shooting her looks, and Ray obviously doesn’t want to leave Walt alone. It’s painful, but she gets his number and lets him go, manages one fast, hot kiss before he heads out. It isn’t enough, it’s barely enough to whet her appetite. She goes to bed and spends a long time thinking about him, about how much she would have liked to…well. She would have liked a whole bunch of shit.
Two days later she’s lounging on the porch out front, drinking lemonade and flipping through a magazine (Guns & Ammo) when a car pulls up out the front. She’s about to shout out that they don’t open up for another couple hours, when the window rolls down and she realises it’s fucking him, in a pair of the most ridic sunglasses she’s ever seen.
She grins and leans on the car door, tilts her face down to his. “Well hey,” she says, suprised and pleased. “What are you doing here?”
He smirks. “You, hopefully,” he replies, and she laughs and punches him in the arm, hard, but yeah, she gets in the car with him, lets him drive her to a cheap motel up the road.
And she hasn’t looked back since.
raincitybones asked: Tell me everything about the night you hooked up with Patterson.
When Bryan Patterson starts taking me out, I’m not really sure if he’s right for me. I mean, yes, he’s freaking gorgeous, and a Marine, and just a lovely guy, but he’s older than me, and a little more old-fashioned then the guys I’m used to dating. He takes me out to dinner, and to the movies, and we spend a day at the beach (and when I see his body in his swim trunks…oh, my), and he kisses me goodnight at the end of every date and I go home thinking, you know, he’s amazing but seriously. I’m gonna need to get some soon.
Finally, though, I invite him in after a night out and he accepts. I give him a beer, but he doesn’t drink it, just sets it down on my coffee table, looks at me with those intense eyes. “Honey,” he says - and oh, god, I love it when he calls me honey and sweetheart and darlin’ - “I’m gonna kiss you now. Okay?”
Yeah, it’s okay.
He kisses like he’s waging war on my mouth, hard and rough, but I get the sense that he’s trying to hold himself back, be gentle for me. I don’t want him to be gentle, though, and I’m straining against him, on my tiptoes, trying to tug him down, rubbing my body against his shamelessly, because I’ve wanted this for so long.
And finally, he just makes this rough little noise and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to my bedroom, holding me so effortlessly in his arms while he kisses me. It’s insanely hot.
He lays me out on my bed and just…covers me. He’s so big, and I’m so small, and it’s getting me off like crazy. He’s trying to be gentle again as he undresses me, and I’m shaking with need, panting his name, begging him to hurry up, telling him how bad I want him.
“You sure, baby?” he asks, and oh, yes, I’m sure. He kneels up and takes off his shirt, kicks off his pants, and I’m almost overwhelmed because suddenly ‘big’ isn’t accurate enough for what he is. I mean. God.
But there’s no stopping him, now, not that I want to. He leans over me, touches me everywhere, huge, callused hands rubbing over my skin, and fuck, he’s so domineering in bed. It’s not calculated, not a power play, he’s just an old fashioned man, and he calls me good girl as he moves me where he wants me, takes what he wants from my body.
It’s amazing. I’m coming on him almost as soon as he starts thrusting (and he’s so big it takes him a while to even get to that point, you know, pushing his way in). And he holds me through it, whispers “‘atta girl, that’s my good little girl,” and it should sound awful, but coming from him? It’s perfect.
When he comes, he buries his face in my neck and goes still and tense and hard all over. I stroke his back, soothing him through it, and he looks up at me and it’s like he’s vulnerable for the first time since I’ve known him. “Honey - honey,” he whispers, and I just pull him in and realise that now I’ve seen him like that? He’s mine.
And that’s the most amazing thing of all.
enjen asked: Okay, you and Fick. Let's have it.
When Nate and I first start going out, it’s like this super-sweet, romantic thing. Even in bed it’s all soft, slow, intense, all gazing into each other’s eyes and exploring our bodies.
And it’s great, it is, but I can’t help but feel he’s holding back. Something is missing. I know what a badass he is, how hard he can be, and while I love that he shows me his softer side, sometimes I kind of want his rougher side, you know?
So one night in bed, I’m on my knees and he’s behind me, holding my hips as he fucks me, and I make a little, frustrated noise and reach back, grab one of his hands and put it on the back of my head. “Hold me down,” I whimper, and he just freezes for a second before letting out a low, rough groan, fisting his hand in my hair, and coming, hard.
And that’s when I know.
It’s kind of easy to guide him where I want him, after that. I lie on my back and grip the headboard, tell him I’m his to do with as he pleases, and his eyes go dark with want. I whisper in his ear about how I wanna be his good girl, and his hips stutter, his fingers clench on my thigh. I get on my knees for him whenever I can, look up at him with my sweetest smile and say “please”. He fucking loves it.
After a while he gets the picture. Knows that I’m up for it whenever, however, all on his terms. He’s still gentle with me…sometimes. More often he’s all sweet endearments and “that’s my good girl” while he ties me up, holds me down, fucks my mouth.
And I wouldn’t have him any other way.
Oh god, I've been trying to compose and format this for like, a hundred hours (or like, two). I'M GOING TO STOP NOW.
LJ, you know I'm still yours, baby. YOU KNOW I am.
--Beck
OH GOD IT IS TAKING OVER MY LIFE.
In an effort to stop cheating on sweet, faithful LJ with with that harlot, I'm going to give you a compendium of some of the SIXTEEN PAGES worth of Tumblr posts I've made. As I have mentioned, sometimes the Tumblr stuff gets a little explicit, but not more explicit than, say, having Walt double teamed by Brad and Ray like I wrote that one two three several times.
Wilson Bethel, both reblogged from raincitybones (who is my new favourite person in the universe, just FYI)
Some Ray-Ray. Just because I can.
...do I need a reason?
Ray and Walt in an alternative universe where they are both slightly less attractive and slightly more gay.
Walt, being upset that no one writes porn about him and Brad. Why don't you want Walt to get some Iceman action, universe? Why do you want Walt to be sad? :(
IF NOTHING ELSE, DO IT FOR THE PRETTY.
Rudy, via janes-thomas. Daaaaaaaaamn
More rudy, via Rain baby. Who had this to say about it "Oh hey. Sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was busy being in utter awe of just how beautiful you actually are." To which I could only add "Aww, fuck."
He's so. Fucking. Hot.
Hey, who's the broad? How'd she get in here amongst all this hot Marine studliness? :D OH WAIT. That's me! I have a new dress. It's spanky.
I want her skirt. And her boyfriend.
Rain and I had this to say about this one.
Me: Is it wrong that I find the burns kind of sexy? Yes? Okay. Carry on, then.
Rain: NO! Not at all. I want to touch them with my mouth.
The way Brad probably did. When they got ten seconds alone together. Not hard or even wet, just ghosted his mouth across them, somehow cool and damp even in the desert. And Ray just sinks into him and they stand there, barely touching for a long moment. Because secretly Ray was terrified that he’d lost his eye for a couple seconds there and Brad was so angry and scared that Ray would be taken away from him.
Me: Oh, god. My heart just completely fucking MELTED. SOGREAT.
Ray is just so soft against Brad, his body loose and trusting, and Brad doesn’t even know what to do with that, doesn’t know how to react to Ray when he’s so vulnerable. So he doesn’t say anything, just breaths over Ray’s face, touches very lightly at his hair. Ray closes his eyes and mutters “I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t freak out on me, Iceman,” but his heart isn’t in it, and it just shows on his face that if Brad moves away, Ray will fall apart. So Brad ignores him. Steps closer and presses his forehead against the top of Ray’s head, the tips of his fingers against Ray’s hips. And they stand there for as long as they can, not long enough, before finally Ray gathers the strength to open his eyes, step away and smile.
Rain: Oh god I legitimately squeed just then. You have turned me into a 15 year old Jonas Brothers fan. Be ashamed.
Later Brad repeats the whole process with his tongue and hard, sucking kisses. The burns are healed, pale. They’re out of Baghdad now and Ray is fucked up. Brad keeps a litany going in his head, tells himself that Ray’s coming down from God only knows what. That the hollow in his eyes is a trick of the light. There is the faintest whitening of the skin where the burns were and Brad knows that even that will fade. The burns will be as invisible as the rest of the damage that Ray has taken so Brad laps at his skin, like a cat and waits for the spark to come back.
Annnnnnd, yup. I assume you've all seen this by now, but I just thought I'd throw it in. Just for kicks. (I want to do fucking FILTHY things to him. Really, really I do)
More Rain magic. I would like these two men, please. Maybe if I write a letter to Santa?
OKAY, GOD, ENOUGH WITH THE PICTURES.
Here is a selection of some of the Asks I've answered (in Tumblr land, an Ask is a noun. What the shit, right?)
raincitybones asked: I don't mean to pilfer questions but I am totally interested in your answer. Given you and PJ on a given Tuesday night with a six pack of VB and all the time in the world just how kinky does shit get?
Hahaha, the answer is super. I am a sweet girl who runs a book shop, but sex is supposed to be fun, and hot, and dirty, and crazy. With him, it’d be the kind of fucking where you can’t meet each others eyes properly the next day, get a little shy around each other.
I’d let him take charge, let him put me down on my knees, let him smack my ass. If he wanted to bruise my wrists while he held me down, I would be down with that. If he wanted to hold me down by the back of my neck while he fucked me from behind, that would be cool, too.
And my ultimate kink is dirty talk. He could talk filth to me all night, and I would LOVE it. Ugggh, the words that could come out of that MOUTH of his…
…wow. And that isn’t even going into my ‘daddy’ thing, my bondage thing OR my threesome thing. Which I guess, considering how many times I’ve written Brad/Ray daddy!kink, Brad/Ray/Walt and bdsm fic, isn’t much of a secret any more, but still.
Ummmmmm. I guess TMI has been stricken from our vocab at this point, huh? :D
raincitybones asked: What is your perfect PJ centric weekend?
Friday night - quiet, dark bar, a few drinks, kissing in a corner booth until people start giving us looks. We kind of giggle all the way back to my place, where we have a few more drinks and then spend about an hour just making out on my couch before he picks me up and carts me off into the bedroom (sex goes here).
Saturday morning - I’m being a good girlfriend, so I wake him up with head. He is appropriately grateful, returns the favour, then makes me coffee while I have long, luxurious shower. Later, we do something stupidly romantic, like go to the zoo or have lunch at our favourite restaurant. The night, my football team is playing (PJ has moved to Australia to be with me, okay, shut up, it’s my fantasy), so even though he doesn’t understand Aussie Rules footy, he takes me to the game, and we win (GO SAINTS!) and to celebrate we get a couple bottles of wine and spend quite some time drinking and getting a little freaky. Okay, a lot freaky (dirty, kinky sex goes here)
Sunday - we have no plans, so we stay in bed for hours, just talking and drinking coffee and kissing and feeling a little sheepish about all the crazy shit we got up to the night before. We eat left overs and just laze around all day, enjoying each others company.
Siiiigh. It’s a pretty boring fantasy weekend, I know - no exotic countries or sun-kissed beaches - but honestly, I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.
raincitybones asked: I'm stealing a question that was asked of me. Your perfect PJ/You/??? threesome? Who is it and how doe sit happen?
HMMM. You see, my perfect RAY/me threesome is Ray/me/Brad, and I have planned it out in exacting detail. But I’m not quite as attracted to Askars as I am to Brad - he needs that certain Brad-ness, you know? So. PJ/me/…Pawel.
Me and PJ are living together in New York, when Pawel comes back from being a Polish movie star to visit the States. He and PJ decide to catch up, and I, being the new girlfriend, get to come along. We have a fun night out drinking, and I get along really well with Pawel, and yes, there’s a little sexual tension, that sort of flirting “What are you doing with this douchebag, hur hur” vibe. And PJ laughs along, but when Pawel swings his arm around me in the booth his eyes go hot. ‘Cause yeah, in bed, we’ve spoken about finding someone else, PJ’s gotten me off whispering in my ear about how he wants to see me take another cock…
So Pawel has had a bit too much to drink, and our place is right around the corner from the bar, and we’ve got beer and wine in the fridge, so we invite him back, tell him the couch is his. But when we go back, it’s me and Pawel on the couch, while Ray sits on the coffee table in front of us. And Pawel and I are getting closer and closer together, sides pressing, shooting each other and PJ these looks, and finally PJ says, his voice all husky, “Just hurry up and fuckin’ kiss her, dude.”
And, oh, Pawel’s mouth. It’s perfect, the way he kisses me, it’s not hesitant or unsure at all, he just takes what he wants. And while I’m moaning into it, PJ leans forward and starts kissing the side of my neck, making me shiver, then down over my shoulder…
I end up riding Pawel’s dick with PJ behind me, hands gripping my hips, moving me up and down. And when Pawel finishes, PJ pushes me forward into his arms and just takes his place.
All in all, it is a pretty good night :D
puckling asked: TELL ME MORE ABOUT RAY AND DOC'S BB ADVENTURES.
Ray and Doc’s BB Adventures, oh god, why didn’t I call it this?
Okay, so Brad was just about to come back when I finished it, right? So Brad comes back, and Doc doesn’t MEAN to, but he can’t help feel a little insecure. Because Brad and Ray are such BFFs, and they had everything all planned out together, you know? So where does Doc fit in? But Ray sort of senses this and is like, Doc, you’ve been here since Ellie was a week old, she’s as much yours as mine or Brad’s. And Doc is mostly soothed.
(Also, Doc knows he’s the only one who gets to suck Ray’s dick on the regular, so that helps)
Then it’s a year ahead, Ellie’s birthday party, which they have at Brad’s place. And Doc is feeling a little put out again. Just a little. Because Brad is Ellie’s Godfather, and Doc is just, you know, her daddy’s boyfriend. And then Ray comes to him like, “So, my ex signed a piece of paper that means she doesn’t have any claim over Ellie at all,” and Doc is like, “…okay.” And Ray fidgets a little and mumbles “So I was wondering if you wanted to sign a piece of paper that is like…the opposite of that?” Doc is sort of confused, but there’s also this feeling in his chest, which he doesn’t know if he can trust, and he almost isn’t breathing when Ray goes on, “Ellie Person-Bryan is a fucking stupid name, homes, but I reckon she’d get used to it eventually.” And Doc is like, “Ray. Ray. Are you saying you want me to adopt Ellie?” And now RAY is unsure. “If…if you want. I mean, I understand it if you don’t, but she’s yours anyway. She’s mine and yours.”
And of course Doc says yes. And then they leave Brad to run the party for a little while because they just have to hide away and make out, for a bit.
OH GOD, SO SCHMOOPY! I’m kind of GLAD I never wrote that. It would ruin my hardcore pornographic reputation, heh.
raincitybones asked: You meet Ray Person when he goes back to school. How do you two meet, do you become fast friends and get up to crazy shenanigans? Do you have a bitter academic rivalry?
Ray’s in my Classical Greek Lit class. I like him, because when I told my tutor that Euripides was like an Ancient Greek Eminem, Ray laughed and high five’d me instead of frowning and giving me a lecture on misogyny and Classical ideals and blah blah (Ray understood that Euripides told violent, misogynistic tales which were controversial in his own time, and that I was drawing a legit fucking parallel, okay, fuck you lady). Ray kind of got me from the start, which was cool.
We become friends, which is kind of a mistake, because then we’re stuck in friend-land for ages. We have cram sessions in the library and ingest way too much coffee, and when he drags me outside so he can smoke I bitch that I’m not going to fucking look after him when he’s dying of lung cancer, and he blows smoke in my face and I punch him in the arm. We’re mates.
But there’s tension there, you know? And on the night before our Classical Lit paper is due we’re up late in his dorm room (Walt, his roomie, is passed out drunk with his girlfriend Jo on his bed, they had their final exams that day and celebrated a little too hard), proofreading each others papers and stealing Walt’s liquor, and suddenly out of nowhere the fact that I’m in short shorts and a wife-beater on his bed is entirely too obvious. And suddenly it isn’t innocent anymore.
He touches the outside of my thigh, makes it so it could almost be accidental, but I move into it, and he gives me this look with his dark eyes, this intense, smoldering look, and my mouth goes fucking dry. “Yeah, Ray,” I whisper, and when he kisses me it isn’t how a first kiss should be. It’s like we’ve been doing it forever, like it’s how things are meant to go.
He fucks me on top of all the papers we’ve got spread over the bed, holds his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, keep me from waking up Walt and Jo. And when he comes, he gasps into my neck, hot and wet, and tells me how good it is, how sweet, and I just lose it completely, whimpering into his hand.
The next morning, Walt is oblivious, but judging from the dirty smile Jo gives me, it’s obvious that she heard everything. I just grin back. I’m pretty cool with that, to be honest.
And me and Ray both get fucking As on our papers, too.
raincitybones asked: Your friendly neighbourhood vampire rescues you from the feral, tear you apart just for fun ruffian vampires that are being an embarrassment to being undead. Turns out this is a GK au! Who is he and what happens?
I’m just out having a beer, making eyes at the gorgeous baby-faced blond boy at the other end of the bar, when this absolutely stunning girl walks in. She’s amazing looking, like a cross between Angelina Jolie and Michelle Rodriguez. Our eyes meet, she buys me a drink, one thing leads to another, and the blond boy is forgotten.
But when we leave to go back to her house, shit gets a little freaky. She leads me into a dark alley and pushes me up against a wall, which I am not totally against, starts kissing me, which I am DEFINITELY not against, but then she gets rough, rougher than I like to get with random women outside bars. She shoves my head to the side, holds me still, and her kisses turn into bites, her mouth is on my neck and -
Suddenly she’s ripped away. I’m bleeding, hurt and confused, and I drop to the ground, barely able to focus as I see the beautiful blond from the bar throwing the girl around. And shit is getting weird, because they’re baring their teeth at each other, and they have fangs, okay, and I am pretty sure that this is not what I fucking signed up for when I put on my makeup that night. Fuck this.
But the blond wins, and the girl tears off into the night, inhumanly fast, before he comes over to me, gently lifts me up and touches my neck. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, with this completely adorable Southern accent, which almost makes up for the fact that, you know, he has fangs and superhuman strength and speed.
“I just got attacked by a vampire, no I am not fucking okay,” I say, and I’m trying to sound tough, but I’m dazed and I’ve lost some blood, and I’m pretty much weak as a kitten. He laughs and picks me up, and then it’s like I’m flying, held tight in his arms as he races through the city, takes me back to my place.
I don’t ask him how he knows where I live.
Turns out Walt is one of the good guys. He and Brad and Ray and Nate and Rudy patrol the streets, hunting down the bad vamps, stepping in when they need to. And as I get to know them, I start to realise that maybe, if that vampire bitch hadn’t gotten in the way? Walt and I would have gotten to know each other under entirely more pleasant circumstances that night.
We spend a long time figuring that out.
And then a long, long time making up for missed opportunities…
~
...and then a whole DIFFERENT vampire au
raincitybones asked: You are so needy.
Oh! Which of our boys is the vampire who turns you?
I know :( VALIDATE ME, DAMNIT.
Anyway, Ray turns me. He’d hold me up against a wall with his inhuman strength, and we’ve discussed this, we know he’s gonna do it, but as his lips softly grazed my neck he’d ask me one more time if I was sure. “Yes,” I say, “Yes, please, do it,” and he’d close his eyes, run his teeth lightly over my skin and then…drop to his knees. I’d be looking at him, dazed and confused, trying to figure out why he’s stopped, and he’d just smirk at me, dimples popping up and eyes so dark and dirty they’re unreal. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he’d say, and without me really knowing how it happens, my underwear is gone and he’s got one of my legs hooked up over his shoulder.
He starts slow, hot little licks that have me trembling and straining towards him, but it doesn’t take long before he can’t help himself, and he’s eating me out, moaning into me, getting his face so wet, bringing me right to the point of coming…then he turns his head and sinks his fangs into my thigh, and I scream for him, completely undone. He drains me almost dry, then lays me out on the floor, cutting his own neck and lying over me so I can get at it, sucking hungrily.
I wake up with him kissing me, gently, running his hands down my body. “Mine, now,” he says, and I smile. I’m seeing everything with my new vampire eyes, and everything is different except…he’s still him. “Yours always.”
ANNE RICE, EAT YO HEART OUT.
raincitybones asked: Now that you're a vampire who do YOU turn? Why?
Ooooh.
I turn Walt. Just because Ray is so clearly in love with him, and I want to bring him into our little vampire family so we can play with him whenever we like.
I’d be riding him, I think, with Ray lying on the bed next to us watching. Walt’s got his hands digging into my hips, gazing up at me wide eyed as I rock myself to orgasm on his dick, just using him for my own pleasure, and Ray’s whispering something in his ear, something I can’t quite catch, but it’s making Walt moan, makes him grip me even tighter.
And he’s getting close, I can tell, and Ray can to. “Now,” he says to me, and I lean down and push Walt’s face to the side, let Ray catch his lips in a kiss, and then I bite his neck, feel him coming right as I do it, groaning it into Ray’s mouth.
Wow, apparently I have a thing for biting/coming at the same time. Who knew?
nomorerippedfuel asked: Who could you see with Doc, in a deliciously slashy way of course. :)
WELL. I’ve already written him with Ray once. It was sappy kid-fic, and Doc was all angry and passionate and caring and tender, and Ray had a baby, and it was so self-indulgent. But fun as well.
I could also see him with Walt, and in fact, if I didn’t know that no one would buy it, I would totally write Walt/Doc. I know they don’t interact at all in the show, but I like the idea of Doc kind of taking Walt under his wing, fretting over him in that ‘I’m only angry ‘cause I’m worried’ kind of way. And Walt being all, ‘dude, chill, seriously, it’s all good.’
And then one day Doc is freaking out about something stupid, and Walt just grabs him, forces him to be still and quiet. And he gives him this slow, bright smile and leans in and kisses him, not exactly hesitant, but testing, finding out if Doc is on the same page.
And oh, yeah. Doc is.
raincitybones asked: Thursday night rolls around, snow starts to fall, fast and faster. Which member of 1st Recon calls you up from a few feet outside your door to coax you out to play?
I’m really cozy inside on my couch with a blanket and a bottle of red and something cheesy but awesome like The Sound of Music on the telly, when the phone rings. It’s Ray and Walt, and they’re telling me they’re outside my front door.
I’m like, why are you calling instead of knocking like sane people, and Ray is all, because we don’t want to come in, we want you to come out. And I am not feeling this idea, because blanket and wine and Von Trapps, you know? But while Ray is whining into my ear, Walt starts making snowballs and throwing them at my window, and one of these fucktards is going to break something soon if I don’t stop them so, FINE. FINE, I’ll just get on my boots and come out, GOD.
And when I step outside, it’s to the sight of the two of them grinning like maniacs in front of a giant snowman they’ve built in my front yard. They must have been out there for ages without my knowing, killing themselves to keep quiet, so they could surprise me.
I barrel down the steps into their arms, and they hug me between them and it’s so warm and gorgeous and perfect…and then Ray shoves a handful of snow down my shirt and fuck them, it’s on.
After I finish owning their asses in the snow, we troop inside, cold and wet, and strip down and snuggle all three of us on the couch, passing the wine back and forth, and they kiss my hair while the Von Trapps escape the Nazis. And Ray might bitch about how you can’t cross the alps in lederhosen, fuck it, but all in all, it’s pretty perfect.
raincitybones asked: Who is your number one cross fandom fuck buddy for our dear Ray-Ray?
Jo Harvelle is pretty much my go to girl for when I want these boys with a lady. I think she’d be perfect with Ray. She’s spunky and game and drinks beer and doesn’t take shit, but she’s also just vulnerable enough that Ray can take care of her, sometimes. He likes the feel of her under his arm, likes her pretty blonde hair, likes that one night she drank Walt under the table, likes that she knows how to handle a weapon.
And it goes without saying that the sex is fantastic. She rides him, bounces on his dick, holds him down, comes all over him, and then, when she’s all soft and fucked out, lets him flip her over and just take her. She comes again like that, whimpering against his chest as he covers her, and when his orgasm hits him and she squeezes her thighs around his hips, it’s the best feeling ever.
raincitybones asked: How did Jo and Ray meet?
Ray and Walt are on a roadtrip and they show up in her bar one night, dusty and sweaty and smelling like Skittles and sunshine.
She feels guilty about it later, but she actually looked at Walt first, when they came in. He’s kind of spectacularly attractive, what the hell’s a girl to do? But as soon as Ray came up to the bar and started jabbering at her, she was charmed. She pulled his beer and appreciated the tattoos peaking out from under his black wifebeater, the cut of his muscles, the dimple in his cheek, his huge, dark eyes.
Walt spends most of that night chatting to Ellen about some relatives it turns out the both have in Richmond (small fucking world, right?), and Jo thinks probably her mom is trying on a bit of a Mrs Robinson thing, but she’s trying to ignore that. Jo’s focusing too much of her attention on Ray, but shit, the bar’s quiet and if she wants to lean over the counter and drink shitty beer with the hot Marine, then she damn well will.
They don’t hook up that night. It’s too obvious, Ellen keeps shooting her looks, and Ray obviously doesn’t want to leave Walt alone. It’s painful, but she gets his number and lets him go, manages one fast, hot kiss before he heads out. It isn’t enough, it’s barely enough to whet her appetite. She goes to bed and spends a long time thinking about him, about how much she would have liked to…well. She would have liked a whole bunch of shit.
Two days later she’s lounging on the porch out front, drinking lemonade and flipping through a magazine (Guns & Ammo) when a car pulls up out the front. She’s about to shout out that they don’t open up for another couple hours, when the window rolls down and she realises it’s fucking him, in a pair of the most ridic sunglasses she’s ever seen.
She grins and leans on the car door, tilts her face down to his. “Well hey,” she says, suprised and pleased. “What are you doing here?”
He smirks. “You, hopefully,” he replies, and she laughs and punches him in the arm, hard, but yeah, she gets in the car with him, lets him drive her to a cheap motel up the road.
And she hasn’t looked back since.
raincitybones asked: Tell me everything about the night you hooked up with Patterson.
When Bryan Patterson starts taking me out, I’m not really sure if he’s right for me. I mean, yes, he’s freaking gorgeous, and a Marine, and just a lovely guy, but he’s older than me, and a little more old-fashioned then the guys I’m used to dating. He takes me out to dinner, and to the movies, and we spend a day at the beach (and when I see his body in his swim trunks…oh, my), and he kisses me goodnight at the end of every date and I go home thinking, you know, he’s amazing but seriously. I’m gonna need to get some soon.
Finally, though, I invite him in after a night out and he accepts. I give him a beer, but he doesn’t drink it, just sets it down on my coffee table, looks at me with those intense eyes. “Honey,” he says - and oh, god, I love it when he calls me honey and sweetheart and darlin’ - “I’m gonna kiss you now. Okay?”
Yeah, it’s okay.
He kisses like he’s waging war on my mouth, hard and rough, but I get the sense that he’s trying to hold himself back, be gentle for me. I don’t want him to be gentle, though, and I’m straining against him, on my tiptoes, trying to tug him down, rubbing my body against his shamelessly, because I’ve wanted this for so long.
And finally, he just makes this rough little noise and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to my bedroom, holding me so effortlessly in his arms while he kisses me. It’s insanely hot.
He lays me out on my bed and just…covers me. He’s so big, and I’m so small, and it’s getting me off like crazy. He’s trying to be gentle again as he undresses me, and I’m shaking with need, panting his name, begging him to hurry up, telling him how bad I want him.
“You sure, baby?” he asks, and oh, yes, I’m sure. He kneels up and takes off his shirt, kicks off his pants, and I’m almost overwhelmed because suddenly ‘big’ isn’t accurate enough for what he is. I mean. God.
But there’s no stopping him, now, not that I want to. He leans over me, touches me everywhere, huge, callused hands rubbing over my skin, and fuck, he’s so domineering in bed. It’s not calculated, not a power play, he’s just an old fashioned man, and he calls me good girl as he moves me where he wants me, takes what he wants from my body.
It’s amazing. I’m coming on him almost as soon as he starts thrusting (and he’s so big it takes him a while to even get to that point, you know, pushing his way in). And he holds me through it, whispers “‘atta girl, that’s my good little girl,” and it should sound awful, but coming from him? It’s perfect.
When he comes, he buries his face in my neck and goes still and tense and hard all over. I stroke his back, soothing him through it, and he looks up at me and it’s like he’s vulnerable for the first time since I’ve known him. “Honey - honey,” he whispers, and I just pull him in and realise that now I’ve seen him like that? He’s mine.
And that’s the most amazing thing of all.
enjen asked: Okay, you and Fick. Let's have it.
When Nate and I first start going out, it’s like this super-sweet, romantic thing. Even in bed it’s all soft, slow, intense, all gazing into each other’s eyes and exploring our bodies.
And it’s great, it is, but I can’t help but feel he’s holding back. Something is missing. I know what a badass he is, how hard he can be, and while I love that he shows me his softer side, sometimes I kind of want his rougher side, you know?
So one night in bed, I’m on my knees and he’s behind me, holding my hips as he fucks me, and I make a little, frustrated noise and reach back, grab one of his hands and put it on the back of my head. “Hold me down,” I whimper, and he just freezes for a second before letting out a low, rough groan, fisting his hand in my hair, and coming, hard.
And that’s when I know.
It’s kind of easy to guide him where I want him, after that. I lie on my back and grip the headboard, tell him I’m his to do with as he pleases, and his eyes go dark with want. I whisper in his ear about how I wanna be his good girl, and his hips stutter, his fingers clench on my thigh. I get on my knees for him whenever I can, look up at him with my sweetest smile and say “please”. He fucking loves it.
After a while he gets the picture. Knows that I’m up for it whenever, however, all on his terms. He’s still gentle with me…sometimes. More often he’s all sweet endearments and “that’s my good girl” while he ties me up, holds me down, fucks my mouth.
And I wouldn’t have him any other way.
Oh god, I've been trying to compose and format this for like, a hundred hours (or like, two). I'M GOING TO STOP NOW.
LJ, you know I'm still yours, baby. YOU KNOW I am.
--Beck