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lettersandliars

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Jan 06, 2011 22:40

omg, I will be on more when school is less sucky and being eighteen stops weirding me out.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, apparently we're doing five acts again!

- post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes you liked to read about in your journal. inspiration can be found here. at the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in ( Read more... )

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TARDIS/Jack, casual sex and oral theformofstars January 11 2011, 21:41:36 UTC

I should probably mention that I don't write sex very often, so I am so sorry if this is just awkward as hell and not interesting to you in the least but I love doing things with the TARDIS and well,, I caved 8in ( ... )

Re: TARDIS/Jack, casual sex and oral theformofstars January 11 2011, 21:42:12 UTC

She moves to take the tip of him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she takes more and more of him inside her. Her projection can be altered and she does so, elongating the inside of her mouth while not changing the outside ( ... )

Re: TARDIS/Jack, casual sex and oral lettersandliars January 11 2011, 21:58:05 UTC

Oh. Oh my. That was kind of amazingly hot, and the end cracked me up. Thank you!

Re: TARDIS/Jack, casual sex and oral theformofstars January 11 2011, 22:01:11 UTC

....It's a little bit sad how relieved I am to hear that. Like I said, smut isn't my normal thing and I'm just really pleased to hear it didn't suck (*rimshot*)

FMA, Ed/Win, friends->lovers, oral (1/?) dragonsofeden January 17 2011, 22:21:59 UTC

(Sorry I'm late! D: Blame my boss and last-minute deadlines.)

This is set somewhere at the end of the manga-ish, between the homecoming and the train scene. Hope it's okay...

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Ten ‘o clock when she’s been up since ten last evening, but the morning breeze has never felt so good through the workshop window. There’s a harmony that comes when she’s been working so long, like her tools have become an extension of her body, and she would rather die than sleep. The air is sweet, the sun is high, and somewhere downstairs near the kitchen, Al and Granny are arguing because he’s proved human enough to eat the last cinnamon roll.

No time for brunch now though; she’s here to create, and the thrum of her heart matches the thrum of the power drill. She presses her new bit down into the curve of the most beautiful alloy that she’s ever seen and it’s like cutting through butter. God. Edward doesn’t believe in deities, but this diamond-tipped set he brought back for her is like a religious experience. She bores three more holes and then lifts ( ... )

Re: FMA, Ed/Win, friends->lovers, oral (2/?) dragonsofeden January 17 2011, 22:35:41 UTC

His hands slide up to dive into the thick of her hair, twist around her slim waist, hard, like he’s desperate just to hold on. She can barely breathe around his tongue, and it’s so good. So, so very good. She didn’t bother wearing much more than a thin shift last night (really, she did mean to go to bed) and right now she’s grateful. Everything is too close/too hot, like his mouth is breathing heat into her and she cannot stop touching him.

Ed’s hands are sliding up along her flanks, until his thumbs just barely brush the sides of her breasts. Around them, underneath them, outlining them against the thin fabric. He’s always so careful with her, so careful that sometimes it makes her want to scream. Pull his hair and remind him, we used to fight with wrenches and fists, but she doesn’t, because he’s making those sounds high back in his throat. Little whimpers, like even this much is already a miracle. She grabs his hands instead, drags them up to cup over her breasts and oh. If she thought his hands were warm before, they are an ( ... )

Re: FMA, Ed/Win, friends->lovers, oral (2/?) lettersandliars January 18 2011, 00:24:28 UTC

Oh man. I think I love you.

Re: FMA, Ed/Win, friends->lovers, oral (3/?) dragonsofeden January 18 2011, 01:27:07 UTC

He goes down so fast it’s almost stupid, like it’s his birthday times ten thousand, and all she had to do was nudge. Hell. She squeezes her knees against his shoulders and he’s so tense she can feel him shaking. His eyes are huge and luminous in the morning light, fixated on her, and what is he waiting for, an engraved invitation? She’s already got her name on the bottom of his loaner leg, on the bottom of every piece of hardware she has ever spent blood, sweat, and tears on, for him ( ... )