Story: "The Torrid Love Affair of Tom and His Miner" - Tom/Irene, Tom/Miner - My Bloody Valentine
Title: The Torrid Love Affair of Tom and and His Miner
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: death, sex, gender bending, and lust for a gruesome killer
Fandom: My Bloody Valentine
Pairings: Tom/Miner, Tom/Irene, Tom/Irene/Miner sort of. All pairings are f/f for no particular reason.
Summary: Tom wants the Miner badly and is willing to go to random extreme lengths to make it happen.
Notes: I just got back from the MBV movie orgy, so this is definitely cracked out a bit and meant to be written this way.
It was a normal night, like any other normal night in the anonymous little mining town. A lot of people had just been slaughtered yet again by the crazed Miner that terrorized the town. Jensen Tom had read about it in the paper that morning, and it was the talk of the town, naturally.
Not too many details were known, but he had seen the Miner in action in front of him. He also had a very vivid imagination that could easily conjure up an idea of what the scene was like. Bodies cut in half, head lopped off, and pickaxe shaped holes in the victims, not to mention all of the blood. Just the thoughts were enough to make Dean Tom's panties go slick and he had to stop from rubbing himself against any and every axe-shaped object.
He desperately wanted to meet the Miner in person again. The last time they'd seen each other, he had been locked in a cage, but his lust could have burned through the metal in a heartbeat. The Miner could not reach him, no matter how desperately Dean Tom wanted the Miner inside of him, in oh so many ways. There had only been one other love in his life - the beautiful Sam Clay. The lucky slut had been pursued by the legendary Jason Voorhees himself, a fact that Clay did not fully appreciate until after the fact. Tom intended to take full advantage of his fortune while he could.
The night was insufferable, but Tom couldn't tell if it was the weather that was hot or his own body. He needed to find a way to lure the Miner back to him, and then he saw the answer. She was under a light at the motel, wearing absolutely nothing but high heels, almost as if she had been waiting for him. The woman was like chum in the water, as anyone who's seen a horror film would know. Jensen Tom walked over to her and the next thing he knew, he was making out with this hot-ass chick. Her hard nipples pressed against him, and his against hers. Needless to say, it was fucking hot. They wasted little time to go into her motel room, which was only six feet away from them.
Their mouths did not separate the entire time, even when they shut the door and the sexy, naked whore, Irene, started to tear Jensen's Tom's dirty clothes off. As she did so, his delicate feminine curves were revealed, although much more subtle than her slammin' body. She got down to his pants but Tom could not take it anymore and lifted her up enough to carry her over to the bed and throw her down. She moaned, turned on by Dean's Tom's very butch dominance and in anticipation for the hot lesbian sex that would shortly ensue.
Tom got on top of her while stripped off his pants. In a few sexy moments of anticipation, the pants and everything else was gone and it was just two sexy bitches ready to get it on. Tom had never been with another woman before, but tonight he was feeling horny and full force. He imagined the Miner while Irene rubbed her thigh against his vag and grabbed onto it, forcing him to ride her. He positioned his leg against her as well so they could rub and thrust against each other. Irene was a moaner, and that above everything else would bring his Miner to him.
Tom began to try anything that would get Irene to wail like a banshee. The louder she became, the more aroused he was until his legs felt weak and vag throbbing in anticipation for the Miner to show up. He found that when he let Irene get on top, she rode him harder than a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. It was all he could do to keep up with her wild thrusting and screams.
Tom began to lose himself to the action, and his face in Irene's bouncing breasts, when the door was kicked the fuck open. He was so caught up, and Irene even more lost, that it took a couple second for Irene to stop bouncing and turn the hell around so they could both see who had made such a bad-ass entrance. It was none other than the taciturn Miner, looking fucking sexy as ever, pickaxe in hand.
Dean Tom came instantly, thighs trembling and swearing up a storm in his instant climax. The waves of pleasure kept coming with each noisy inhale and exhale through the Miner's mask. Tom wanted nothing more than to tackle the Miner and hump nonstop until there was nothing left in him, but Irene was currently sitting on top of him.
The prolonged silence passed with only the Miner's breathing in the room. Then, the Miner reached up and began to undress. The suit came off slowly, during which time Irene began to rock again and Tom came seven more times. The sheets were soaked with sweat and Tom's juices, but that was no deterrent for the three sexy bitches.
Now the Miner was naked and sexy as hell, pickaxe still in hand. The Miner had feminine curves that rivaled Jensen's, but was more muscular and hotter-than-sin. Tom wanted nothing more than to have the Miner on top of him, and his wish was soon granted as the Miner approached the bed and climbed onto it, mask breathing noisily above him.
Dean Tom began to earnestly chant a plea for the Miner to fuck him, but the Miner said nothing. Irene refused to get out of the way, trying to feel up the Miner, but that pissed the Miner the fuck off apparently because with a swift movement Irene was pinned to the wall with a pickaxe in her gut. The action was so casual, as if the Miner were only setting aside the weapon to get on with the sexing.
The action so turned on Tom that in another casual movement, the Miner's hand rubbed hard against his vag and Tom came again, his entire body shuddering violently. The Miner was pleased, because it was as if Tom had just died. Tom stared lovingly into the mask while he was mounted and used ruthlessly. He was forced to climax until he passed out.
When Tom woke up, he found himself chained up in the mine. The Miner was nowhere to be seen, but Jensen Tom came immediately as his mind imagined what would happen to him. A few hours later the Miner returned, dragging a body that had been stuck with the pick axe. When the Miner reached Tom, the pickaxe was dropped and the sex began, rough and vicious and just the way that Tom loved it until he passed out. Everyday they fucked like rabbits and sometimes the Miner brought other sexy bitches back to their sex mine and had threesomes and it was fucking awesome.
~The End~
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: death, sex, gender bending, and lust for a gruesome killer
Fandom: My Bloody Valentine
Pairings: Tom/Miner, Tom/Irene, Tom/Irene/Miner sort of. All pairings are f/f for no particular reason.
Summary: Tom wants the Miner badly and is willing to go to random extreme lengths to make it happen.
Notes: I just got back from the MBV movie orgy, so this is definitely cracked out a bit and meant to be written this way.
It was a normal night, like any other normal night in the anonymous little mining town. A lot of people had just been slaughtered yet again by the crazed Miner that terrorized the town. Jensen Tom had read about it in the paper that morning, and it was the talk of the town, naturally.
Not too many details were known, but he had seen the Miner in action in front of him. He also had a very vivid imagination that could easily conjure up an idea of what the scene was like. Bodies cut in half, head lopped off, and pickaxe shaped holes in the victims, not to mention all of the blood. Just the thoughts were enough to make Dean Tom's panties go slick and he had to stop from rubbing himself against any and every axe-shaped object.
He desperately wanted to meet the Miner in person again. The last time they'd seen each other, he had been locked in a cage, but his lust could have burned through the metal in a heartbeat. The Miner could not reach him, no matter how desperately Dean Tom wanted the Miner inside of him, in oh so many ways. There had only been one other love in his life - the beautiful Sam Clay. The lucky slut had been pursued by the legendary Jason Voorhees himself, a fact that Clay did not fully appreciate until after the fact. Tom intended to take full advantage of his fortune while he could.
The night was insufferable, but Tom couldn't tell if it was the weather that was hot or his own body. He needed to find a way to lure the Miner back to him, and then he saw the answer. She was under a light at the motel, wearing absolutely nothing but high heels, almost as if she had been waiting for him. The woman was like chum in the water, as anyone who's seen a horror film would know. Jensen Tom walked over to her and the next thing he knew, he was making out with this hot-ass chick. Her hard nipples pressed against him, and his against hers. Needless to say, it was fucking hot. They wasted little time to go into her motel room, which was only six feet away from them.
Their mouths did not separate the entire time, even when they shut the door and the sexy, naked whore, Irene, started to tear Jensen's Tom's dirty clothes off. As she did so, his delicate feminine curves were revealed, although much more subtle than her slammin' body. She got down to his pants but Tom could not take it anymore and lifted her up enough to carry her over to the bed and throw her down. She moaned, turned on by Dean's Tom's very butch dominance and in anticipation for the hot lesbian sex that would shortly ensue.
Tom got on top of her while stripped off his pants. In a few sexy moments of anticipation, the pants and everything else was gone and it was just two sexy bitches ready to get it on. Tom had never been with another woman before, but tonight he was feeling horny and full force. He imagined the Miner while Irene rubbed her thigh against his vag and grabbed onto it, forcing him to ride her. He positioned his leg against her as well so they could rub and thrust against each other. Irene was a moaner, and that above everything else would bring his Miner to him.
Tom began to try anything that would get Irene to wail like a banshee. The louder she became, the more aroused he was until his legs felt weak and vag throbbing in anticipation for the Miner to show up. He found that when he let Irene get on top, she rode him harder than a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. It was all he could do to keep up with her wild thrusting and screams.
Tom began to lose himself to the action, and his face in Irene's bouncing breasts, when the door was kicked the fuck open. He was so caught up, and Irene even more lost, that it took a couple second for Irene to stop bouncing and turn the hell around so they could both see who had made such a bad-ass entrance. It was none other than the taciturn Miner, looking fucking sexy as ever, pickaxe in hand.
Dean Tom came instantly, thighs trembling and swearing up a storm in his instant climax. The waves of pleasure kept coming with each noisy inhale and exhale through the Miner's mask. Tom wanted nothing more than to tackle the Miner and hump nonstop until there was nothing left in him, but Irene was currently sitting on top of him.
The prolonged silence passed with only the Miner's breathing in the room. Then, the Miner reached up and began to undress. The suit came off slowly, during which time Irene began to rock again and Tom came seven more times. The sheets were soaked with sweat and Tom's juices, but that was no deterrent for the three sexy bitches.
Now the Miner was naked and sexy as hell, pickaxe still in hand. The Miner had feminine curves that rivaled Jensen's, but was more muscular and hotter-than-sin. Tom wanted nothing more than to have the Miner on top of him, and his wish was soon granted as the Miner approached the bed and climbed onto it, mask breathing noisily above him.
Dean Tom began to earnestly chant a plea for the Miner to fuck him, but the Miner said nothing. Irene refused to get out of the way, trying to feel up the Miner, but that pissed the Miner the fuck off apparently because with a swift movement Irene was pinned to the wall with a pickaxe in her gut. The action was so casual, as if the Miner were only setting aside the weapon to get on with the sexing.
The action so turned on Tom that in another casual movement, the Miner's hand rubbed hard against his vag and Tom came again, his entire body shuddering violently. The Miner was pleased, because it was as if Tom had just died. Tom stared lovingly into the mask while he was mounted and used ruthlessly. He was forced to climax until he passed out.
When Tom woke up, he found himself chained up in the mine. The Miner was nowhere to be seen, but Jensen Tom came immediately as his mind imagined what would happen to him. A few hours later the Miner returned, dragging a body that had been stuck with the pick axe. When the Miner reached Tom, the pickaxe was dropped and the sex began, rough and vicious and just the way that Tom loved it until he passed out. Everyday they fucked like rabbits and sometimes the Miner brought other sexy bitches back to their sex mine and had threesomes and it was fucking awesome.
~The End~