I'm Sorry If It's Not Too Smutty....:(
anonymous
February 19 2009, 17:11:15 UTC
"I don't know about this...."
"Dude, you totally promised! It's my freaking birthday, you can't do something special for my freaking birthday?" 21 rolled his eyes, frustrated. Typical 24, really. Always trying back out of anything he thought was 'weird'.
"Alright, look. 1, your birthday was yesterday. 2, I thought 'special' meant you got to be on top or something. I am not wearing that!"
"Uh, yeah I get to be on top, but that's totally not the point! I ordered this from a professional costume shop! Look at the detail! This is an authentic Lucasarts Jedi Luke costume!"
"And I am not wearing it!" 24's arms were crossed and 21 just sighed and rolled his eyes again.
"Please?" 21 tried to look cute and endearing. He didn't think it was working, because 24 was just staring at him with his arms folded.
Re: I'm Sorry If It's Not Too Smutty....:(
anonymous
March 31 2009, 18:57:05 UTC
This made my fucking day! Seriously, what a great find; I've always loved these two together and I'm just tickled pink that I'm not the only one who does! :D
Re: I'm Sorry If It's Not Too Smutty....:(aikenichi11June 13 2009, 05:20:13 UTC
That is scarily in character for those two. You are amazing at capturing their voices. seriously, I heard them arguing in my head just like that. Amazing.
Dr. Girlfriend/Brock With Undressing and Self Love, R
anonymous
November 13 2009, 15:43:47 UTC
It wasn't easy arching the Ventures from a closet.
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't easy arching the Ventures at all. It wasn't like they were smart or powerful or even competent. But they had one hell of a bodyguard and just enough working science left over from the former Dr. Venture to protect their compound.
Which was why Dr. Girlfriend was stuck in a closet. With someone coming into the room. Great, just great. It was bad enough that crouching down to peer out the keyhole was starting to put a strain on her thighs. Now how long was she gonna have to sit here? And there was something sharp digging into her ass.
Oh shit. Through the keyhole, Dr. Girlfriend could see the Swedish murder machine himself. Brock Samson. Brock Samson who had foiled their plans almost every time. Killed countless henchman. Destroyed the cocoon
( ... )
Now Billy’s fingers were caressing the skin on his neck and drawing across his lips. Pete opened his mouth to grasp one of Billy’s fingers between his lips and received a hard slap to the cheek for his trouble
( ... )
Brock/Mol, Bloodplay, R
anonymous
February 19 2009, 17:55:50 UTC
"You bitch!"
Brock Samson landed heavily on his side, pain blossoming as he felt capillaries burst under his skin. He rolled onto his back to flip back up, but she was on him before he could get any leverage.
She moved like a big jungle cat. Crouching over him, one knee on his chest, Molotov grinned down at him.
"On your back already, Samson?" She laughed. "What's wrong, hmm? Too tired from working your pretty little whores all night?"
Brock grunted and head butted her, but Molotov whipped her head out of the way. She dove like a snake, her teeth sinking into the side of Brock's neck. He hissed, his body arching up in a mix of pain and pleasure. He felt first the heat of Mol's thighs than the hardness of that damn metal thing she never took off.
Fucking tease.
He felt blood on his neck, then Molotov's tongue, lapping it up. The fucking bitch! She knew what she did to him! Brock's hands found her hips and he pulled her down, not caring about the painful crush of her chastity belt. One hand tangled in her hair and
( ... )
Phantom Limb and Dr. Girlfriend with a geisha kink. It would be awesome if it was like at one of Phantom Limb's parties or something, with Dr. Girlfriend all done up in the makeup and costume and everything.
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"Dude, you totally promised! It's my freaking birthday, you can't do something special for my freaking birthday?" 21 rolled his eyes, frustrated. Typical 24, really. Always trying back out of anything he thought was 'weird'.
"Alright, look. 1, your birthday was yesterday. 2, I thought 'special' meant you got to be on top or something. I am not wearing that!"
"Uh, yeah I get to be on top, but that's totally not the point! I ordered this from a professional costume shop! Look at the detail! This is an authentic Lucasarts Jedi Luke costume!"
"And I am not wearing it!" 24's arms were crossed and 21 just sighed and rolled his eyes again.
"Please?" 21 tried to look cute and endearing. He didn't think it was working, because 24 was just staring at him with his arms folded.
"This is totally gay!"
"We have sex! That's totally gay ( ... )
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No, that wasn't right. It wasn't easy arching the Ventures at all. It wasn't like they were smart or powerful or even competent. But they had one hell of a bodyguard and just enough working science left over from the former Dr. Venture to protect their compound.
Which was why Dr. Girlfriend was stuck in a closet. With someone coming into the room. Great, just great. It was bad enough that crouching down to peer out the keyhole was starting to put a strain on her thighs. Now how long was she gonna have to sit here? And there was something sharp digging into her ass.
Oh shit. Through the keyhole, Dr. Girlfriend could see the Swedish murder machine himself. Brock Samson. Brock Samson who had foiled their plans almost every time. Killed countless henchman. Destroyed the cocoon ( ... )
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Brock Samson landed heavily on his side, pain blossoming as he felt capillaries burst under his skin. He rolled onto his back to flip back up, but she was on him before he could get any leverage.
She moved like a big jungle cat. Crouching over him, one knee on his chest, Molotov grinned down at him.
"On your back already, Samson?" She laughed. "What's wrong, hmm? Too tired from working your pretty little whores all night?"
Brock grunted and head butted her, but Molotov whipped her head out of the way. She dove like a snake, her teeth sinking into the side of Brock's neck. He hissed, his body arching up in a mix of pain and pleasure. He felt first the heat of Mol's thighs than the hardness of that damn metal thing she never took off.
Fucking tease.
He felt blood on his neck, then Molotov's tongue, lapping it up. The fucking bitch! She knew what she did to him! Brock's hands found her hips and he pulled her down, not caring about the painful crush of her chastity belt. One hand tangled in her hair and ( ... )
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