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Jul. 3rd, 2011 06:34 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 10/?
Unnnffff the images of the two of them you painted, so unbelievably beautiful. They balanced each other perfectly, loved that it wasn't just Raja taking, but that Tommy got so much pleasure in the submitting. You're brilliant <3
Jul. 3rd, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 11/11 (THE END)
I did hit *reply to* but my comment disappeared :D

OMG DED. Gorgeous, gorgeous imagery And I loved the fact that although Raja was in control, he didn't just take, he allowed Tommy to discover pleasure in the act, & seriously does anyone submit so prettily as Tommy does? You are brilliant!
Jul. 3rd, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Caesura 2/2
aww, that was so adorable and actually lovely, in addition to being really well-written.

i'm curious, did u have anything specific in mind for what adam was upset about?
Jul. 3rd, 2011 01:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Caesura 2/2
Thank you so much!

I didn't, really...if anything, I was just thinking about how Adam was in the spotlight every day for several months, and how that would have to wear on you eventually.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/female, pegging
so...about that slave fic you're gonna write for me in return...

Lol. Posting shortly.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/female, pegging

And I totally have "masters doms slaves & subs" on my kink bingo card, so I mean, I was gonna be writing it anyway... :D
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
Re: filled part 3
Wow, somehow I totally missed that this was a fill for my prompt when you posted it! My bad...more LJ notifs than I can keep up with, apparently!

Thank you so much for writing this, especially this line: "You want to know what it's like? You want to feel what all his boys feel? You want to feel Adam in you?"


I will totally write you a little fic in return if you're still around, lovely nonny! :)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/female, pegging
I think you'll like it. It turned out better than I thought. Like, I actually find it kind of hot reading it back, which is pretty rare for me when it comes to anything I write. Just a couple more minutes of editing, my dear.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)
FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (1/4) - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
The Finer Points of Inevitability

In retrospect, Tommy really shouldn’t be so surprised. This was always going to happen. He was always going to end up here, on a hotel night after two days cramped into the tour buses, naked on his hands and knees in the middle of Brooke’s bed, thighs spread wide, hole wet and fingered open, waiting to be fucked.

* * *

Tommy has a type, everyone knows that. Petite brunettes with large brown eyes and even larger smiles, doll-like hands, heart-shaped faces, laughter like an easy summer day. Small, slim and pliant. Everything that Brooke isn’t with her red curls and strong body and dizzyingly long legs. She is brilliant, loud and riveting, sure and steady, beautiful, anything but pliant, and still, Tommy falls for her immediately.

It’s familiar at first, the mating ritual, smiles and laughter, purposeful touches and meaningful looks, testing the waters, growing bolder with reciprocation, first date, then another and another. Brooke is unfamiliar territory, but the mechanics are the same, the way it’s supposed to be—until it isn’t.

It happens in slow increments, infinitesimal shifts in their initial dynamic—so slow that Tommy doesn’t notice at first. The way Brooke is the one tilting his head for a better angle, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, teasing, dominating their kisses, making him moan into her mouth and clutch at her blouse. The way more and more often, it’s his back pushed up against the wall, in hotel rooms, in brightly lit elevators, in dark corners backstage at a venue or in tour buses while the others are wandering around whatever city they’re in for the day. The way he finds himself spread eagled in bed, gasping and thrusting up helplessly as Brooke rides him, wet cunt gripping his cock tight, almost as tight as she grips his wrists, crossed and pulled high above his head, owning him.

No, Tommy doesn’t notice the shift until some night in Texas, running on exhaust and adrenaline after three concerts in a row, stumbling into Brooke’s room with three shots of tequila and two beers making his blood sing in his veins. He doesn’t notice until he’s near boneless against the wall, staring down in awe at the way Brooke sucks his cock, lush mouth stretched thin around the width of him, tongue doing rapturous, indescribable things to the leaking head every few strokes. His hands are flat against the wall at his sides, pressed there by Brooke with an order to “stay, Tommy, or else.” It’s only then, in that wild, heated moment that he realizes that she’s the one in control, that she owns him even when down on her knees, taking his cock deep in her throat like she was born to it.

Edited at 2011-07-03 08:55 pm (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:57 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (2/4) - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
The realization is disconcerting at first, a bit of a headtrip after a long line of petite brunettes, after years of being the one manning the stick shift. He shouldn’t like it when she orders him to “stay.” He shouldn’t like it when she pulls his hair and spanks his cock, sharp streak of pleasure-pain each time that gets him harder than he has ever been in his life, swollen shaft straining and throbbing. He shouldn’t live for her praise when he’s working between her thighs, licking her pussy and sucking on her clit, the way she arches and murmurs “just like that. Such a good boy for me, Tommy.” His breath shouldn’t quicken when she ties him down or blindfolds him, when she grinds hard and slow on his cock for what feels like forever, coming once, twice, cunt clenching around his aching flesh, ordering him to hold on, “you’ll come when I let you, Tommy.” He shouldn’t like any of it. It shouldn’t be so easy to submit. Except he does, and it is.

So he stops fighting, pushes away that voice in his head and surrenders because everything she gives him is exactly what he needs, all the things he never knew he always wanted. And it’s good. Hot and perfect and so fucking good. Always. Which is why all he does is swallow his surprised moan and arch back toward Brooke the first time she licks at his untried hole, slow leisurely strokes of her wet tongue. And why he simply spreads his legs wider the first time she pushes a finger into him, then two, twisting, finding his sweet spot and working it, making him tremble and moan and clutch at the bedsheets.

“I wish you could see this, how your pretty little hole opens up for my fingers. Wanna fuck you, Tommy. Watch you take it.”

Her voice awestruck and needy. Still thrusting, two fingers in and out of Tommy’s ass, slick with lube, fucking him open.

* * *

So, yes, Tommy should have seen it coming a mile away. This was always going to happen, a natural progression, the inevitable conclusion. He was always going to sit on the edge of a bed in Brooke’s hotel room and watch her face light up with excitement as she unwrapped the new toy. He was always going to squirm restlessly while she strapped it on, leather dark and luscious against her smooth skin, riding low around her waist and hips, pink silicone cock jutting forward, life-like, thick and veined. He was always going to take his clothes off with shaking hands and climb onto the bed when she ordered him to, finger himself open while she watched, breathing loud and labored.

This was always going to happen.

And yet he startles anyway when Brooke tugs at his wrist and pulls his fingers free of his ass. He gasps when she presses her thumb to him, circling his twitching hole with the pad of it, pushing in a little where he’s wet and loosened for it. He bites down on his bottom lip hard, nearly drawing blood when she shifts into position behind him, one hand on his waist holding him steady while her other hand guides the silicone cock to his waiting hole.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (3/5!) - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?” she says as she presses the wide head against his hole. “You’re gonna take it for me.”

“Yes,” Tommy gasps out helplessly, hanging his head low, locking his arms and bracing himself for it. Submitting.

He whimpers when she starts to push in, first the head, then the shaft, slow and careful, stretching him wide. This is nothing like her fingers in him or her tongue, nothing like anything he has ever imagined. It burns, scalding and relentless as that cock pushes deep into him, opening him up and making him shudder and moan, fingers clawing at the bedsheets. Tears sting beneath his eyelids by the time she bottoms out in him, soft hips brushing against his, hand stroking his hip in slow, soothing circles.

“Relax, Tommy.”

He tries to obey, but he can’t. He’s strung too tight, everything in him tense and overworked as his inner muscles flutter and clench uselessly around the silicone cock in him. He wants to cry out, pant and groan, scream—anything to ease the indescribable pressure of being stretched open.

Tommy tries to move, but Brooke’s firm grip hold him still, keeps him locked on that thick cock, and he lets out a moan, sound weak and choked-off, like he’s sucking cock instead of writhing on it, helpless and desperate.

“Please, Brooke. Please.” Still trying to move, ease the burning hot pressure.

“Tommy,” Brooke says in warning, both hands digging into his waist now.

“Please. Need you to move. Do something. Anything. Please!”

“Fuck, Tommy,” she whispers, tone shaded with awe, and then finally, she moves, slow at first, shallow little thrusts in and out of his tight, wet hole, working him open.

Tommy lets out a keening noise as she fucks him, cock sliding in and out of his virgin hole, making him take it, one more claim of ownership. It still burns, still borders on too much, but there’s something else building with each shallow stroke, something that feels like pleasure but not quite there, intangible and distant. He rotates his hips, pushing back toward Brooke a little, chasing that other sensation.

“Look at you,” Brooke says as she keeps up that maddeningly slow rhythm inside him. “Pushing back for it, such a perfect little slut.”

The filthy praise washes over his skin, heats him up and makes him blush, color creeping up his neck and filling his face. He’s long past denying what her words do to him, how they make him shudder and moan, how they get his blood rushing and his dick throbbing—just like it’s doing now, getting all the way hard and hanging down hot and heavy between his spread thighs while Brooke fucks him.

She moves behind him, shifting higher, one leg coming up so her foot is planted flat on the bed, giving her more leverage. It changes the angle of her thrusts, sends the silicone cock sliding past his sweet spot. Tommy stiffens for a split-second as the whole world tilts on its axis and that intangible sensation shapes itself into something hard and sharp, pleasure laced through with a delicious edge of pain.

“Fucking loving this, aren’t you,” Brooke says when he spreads his knees wider, trying to take that cock deeper. “I knew you would. Fucking knew you’d be so pretty bent over and taking it, eager little slut, opening up for it like you opened up for my fingers, for my tongue.”

Brooke pulls out, all the way out, letting his hole close up before slamming home on a single thrust. So hard, so fucking deep, and Tommy wails helplessly.

“You’d take anything I gave you. Bend over and spread your legs every fucking night.”

“Yes,” Tommy hisses out, dropping down to his forearms, sweat breaking out all over his skin, gleaming wetly while he whimpers and moans, stuffed so full of cock.

Edited at 2011-07-03 09:00 pm (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:07 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (4/5) - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
“Beautiful. So fucking pretty.”

And then she’s thrusting again, fucking him harder and faster and deeper with each stroke, slamming into him over and over. The bed creaks loudly beneath them, almost masking the sounds of Brooke fucking him, but not quite. Tommy can still hear his own needy gasps and moans, Brooke’s soft grunts and filthy praise, the obscene wet sounds echoing in the room each time the silicone cock slides through the lube coating his stretched hole.

It’s too much, too good, too incredible, better than anything he has ever had. Between his legs, his cock aches, jerking wildly with each heart-stopping thrust into his willing body. Too much, but when Tommy reaches for his cock to stroke himself off, Brooke lets out a vicious curse and bats his hand away.

“Mine,” she says, growling almost. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

Then she’s sliding a hand up his back and gripping his shoulder, pulling him off the bed so he ends up on his knees against her, back pressed to her soft breasts, hard nipples sweet and tempting against his flushed skin. She orders him to move forward, inching slowly across the mattress with the cock still buried in him until he’s able to brace himself, palms flat against the headboard. Once there, Brooke grinds into him and sinks her teeth into the meat of his shoulder, drawing blood to the surface so she leaves a scattering of bruises along his skin, marking him up.

“Pretty,” she murmurs while he pants loudly. “Fucking gorgeous.”

That’s all he gets before she starts fucking him again with hard, jarring thrusts that have him crying out her name and moaning out desperate pleas and low curses. He thinks of all the others tucked away in their rooms all along this floor of the hotel, wonders if they can all hear him wailing. He wonders if they all know that he’s on his knees in Brooke’s bed, legs spread wide and hole stretched tight, riding cock, bending over and taking it from Brooke like the eager little slut she praises him for being.

Then he isn’t wondering anything at all because Brooke is pulling his hair, fingers curled tight around the sweat-damp blond strands, tugging at him so his neck arches backwards, tendons standing out in stark relief beneath his skin. She keeps him like that, stretched taut, every muscle in his body straining while she pounds into him, dancer’s body hard and unforgiving as she works him, fucks him fast and deep, brushing past his sweet spot on every other stroke until he begs to come.

“Please, Brooke. Let me…need it so bad….”

“You want it, Tommy?” she says, her own voice sounding nearly as wrecked as Tommy’s. “Want me to let you come?”

“Yes! God, yes. Please, Brooke….”

“Do it then. Come on, stroke that cock for me. I wanna hear you come. Do it.”

She fucks into him twice more and then holds still deep inside him as he strokes his cock frantically, squeezing and tugging hard until he falls over the edge, spurting hot and wet against the sheets while his inner muscles clench down tight around the silicone cock still buried in him. The pleasure is indescribable, potent and all consuming. It blankets his whole world in a pleasant haze of grey so he only just registers Brooke pulling out of him and unbuckling the straps around her hips, loosening them up until she can slip her hand beneath the soft leather and stroke her clit, moaning Tommy’s name when she comes, hips shuddering wildly against him.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:10 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (5/5) THE END - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
Minutes later, they’re still pressed closed against each other, lying on their sides while the world resettles and their heartbeats slow down to a more human pace. Eventually, Tommy comes to enough to move, turning around on the mattress so that he is lying down facing Brooke. She looks as dazed and satiated as he feels, red curls damp and face flushed, eyes dark and glazed over as she stares right back at him. Beautiful, he can’t help but think as he slides a hand along the curve of her hip.

“Hey,” he whispers, smiling.

“Hey,” she replies with a sweet smile, voice just as quiet as his.

“That was….” Tommy’s voice trails off as he tries to think of a word to describe it and fails miserably. But that’s okay because Brooke gets it; she understands what he’s trying to say, knows what he’s searching for in that gap between what words can convey. He can tell in the way her smile grows wider and her eyes sparkle as she looks at him.

“Yeah. It was,” she says simply.

Tommy grins like a punch-drunk fool and pulls her closer, claiming her lips. It’s only seconds before she takes over, dominating the kiss as always, and Tommy moans like he always does, cedes control without a second though and thinks I could love you.

And perhaps this too was always going to happen. Perhaps Tommy shouldn’t be so surprised at the rush of warmth the thought pulls from him. But this point, at least, is debatable.

A/N: For those of you who would like a visual: The strap-on

Edited at 2011-07-03 09:12 pm (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (5/5) THE END - Tommy/Brooke, pegging
I... love you... but you already know this... but seriously... this ^^ HOT!!! Like burning
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:26 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Finer Points of Inevitability (5/5) THE END - Tommy/Brooke, pegging

Jesus CHRIST, Tommy should always be femdommed. Such a beautiful image you paint here - exactly what I was looking for and more!

I mean seriously, the porn itself was AMAZING, but what really got me here was the relationship you built between them, Brooke's natural dominance and Tommy's easy slide into submission, how right it felt for him in the end to bend over for her.

And oh man, all the dirty talk...I love it SO MUCH in fic, and it's harder to write than it looks, and you do it so well! UNF AWESOME.

And then in the last part it suddenly gets so sweet! The wordless communication between them, and Tommy's hand on her hip, and I could love you. Just perfect! <3333

Thank you so, so much for filling my prompt! I will DEFINITELY be reading this one again!

PS: Just point me toward a prompt of yours and I'll do my best on it. :D
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