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[ibythetide]

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ii. Out of utter curiosity, if I was chained up in your *insert place you would theoretically chain me and could that be to one of the hundred thousand crushes i have's bed kthanxiheartyousomuch*, and I had to write you one story, what would you demand? Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?

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[dgxku.livejournal.com]

very well, if i switch the word to "thrills", praps you wont manage to ruin that one too, lol. :)

i request porn. porny porny porny porn. iker/nando/nameless boy.

ORRRRR

you could write pure mary sueish het with whatever boy youd like, nameless girl. merely because i *think* this is out of the way for your usual writing

[ibythetide.livejournal.com]

merely because i *think* this is out of the way for your usual writing

ahahhahahahahah. *cough* it is actually because i really can't write mary sue. it is an honest to god squick for me. give me a general physical or a person and i can do it! but me in fic? i'd totally read it, can't lie, but can't write it at all :(

1. Fernando loves being placed behind lines, inside boxes, restrained and tied down because he's a man who cannot be contained. His body forever tests limits and breaks each boundary set before him and crushes through hurdles as easily as a hand through parchment paper. When Sergio curls across his back, lips hot against the back of his neck to whisper, "He can't come, nino. Don't let him come inside you," Fernando only hears the don't and the can't and rebels as e always does.

The nameless boy gives a shout, shiver sliding through his body as nando comes up on his elbows. He shifts, knees outward, back long, muscles soft under miles of creamy skin that flexes as he dips his belly down and rolls his hips up and fucks back on the dick inside him.

"Oh," he gasps. "Oh god that feels good. Fuck me. Fuck me." He croons the words, breathy voice pitched high and lulling and his moans in between spin like raw silk the frustrated edge of Sergio's senses. He puts on a show, bowing his back, grinding down so his wet cock drags across the sheets before he pops back up, each thrust adding a shiver down his spine and a grunt from the his lover and this nameless boy.

It can't go on, it can't last, not with the way Fernando works the inside, not even the sudden filling of Sergio down his throat, "can't take it, you are such. can't take it," stopping him. And when he comes, startled by a strange hand petting him, Fernando does the only thing he knows how, goes forward and drags them both to the edge with him, come leaking from the corner of his mouth and do his inner thighs.

:(

[dgxku.livejournal.com]

my jaw is hanging open.

oh jesus christ woman. youve killed me

muah

[ibythetide.livejournal.com]

i'll hang on to it to see if it could ever expand to anything! :D