mwestbelle

I was going to wait and post all the responses from this meme at once, but I keep forgetting to do them *FAIL* so here's the first two

( Like A Horse and Carriage, pre-fic for manhattan_blue )

( It Really Is Sublime (Oh Honey, So Sublime), 3 years pre-fic for 26days )

Hope you guys like 'em ♥

alternatekeys asked for Bob/Patrick domesticfic for her birthday, so here that is. It's really quick and kind of sloppy, but I wanted to get it done for you asap bb ♥ I hope you like it

Lesse...I'll call this...

Bob Bryar is Easy (Not Like That)
Bob/Patrick, R

( Domestic pr0n for Britt :) )

Last of my sosodirty fics is finally going up today XD Enjoy!

Tug
Pete/Gerard, R, ~3k
Prompt: Harems, written for sosodirty

The new boys come to Pete, nervous and scared, or if they aren’t nervous, he comes to them, because they should be.

Warnings: sexual slavery, past genital mutilation

Thanks to julesmania for the beta ♥

First of my sosodirty fics has been posted~

The Whole of Nature
Pete/Patrick, ~2k, Adult
Prompt: being fed

The whole of nature, as has been said, is a conjugation of the verb to eat, in the active and in the passive. ~William Ralph Inge

In other news, it's raining like all hell and I'm a grump about it :( I long to be curled up inside, peering out the window and snuggling in with a blanket...not going to class :\ But I've just got one more, and it's close, and it's only an hour...plus, it's presentation day and I presented last time \o/

so...finish my muffin (nomnomnom), maybe do some BBB, maybe some...random serialmurder stuff >_> *innocent*

Framed to bend
Bob/Gerard (some Gerard/Brian, past Bob/Frank), NC-17, ~7k
Prompt: Being given to another dom, written for sosodirty

"My reason is not framed to bend or stoop: my knees are." -Michael Eyquem de Montaigne

Bob lets Brian talk him into "petsitting" Gerard.

Warnings: D/s, BDSM, toys

Beta'd by julesmania. This is for you, panda ♥

( It’s just like taking care of a cat, man, but easier. Give him a place to sleep, smack him around some. He doesn’t cause trouble. )

The Whole of Nature
Pete/Patrick, being fed, ~2k, Adult
Warnings: D/s, foodkink

He was like a begging puppy, always under heel, and Patrick usually lost half of his meal to Pete’s innocent grin and open mouth.

Thanks to xolunchbox for the beta

( The whole of nature, as has been said, is a conjugation of the verb to eat, in the active and in the passive. ~William Ralph Inge )

I feel like I've been studying forever, even though I barely managed to actually study today. Blergh. I've just lost all motivation 9___9

I found, however, THE DARK MOTHERFUCKIN KNIGHT on dvd at Walmart and damn straight I bought that shit. We're going to watch it when Clairebear gets back from her exam.

"You're Bronx Wentz," Collie says. It's not a question at all, so he doesn't say anything. That seems right, because after a moment of silence she says, "My dad and your dad fucked. How weird is that?"

Bronx doesn't like to think about his dad fucking anyone, not his mom and definitely not Mellon Collie Way's dad. He winces. "Um, fucking weird."

"But then, seems like my dad was kind of a slut." Collie fumbles in her bag--it has little cartoon dinosaurs and little cartoon robots holding hands and stomping on buildings together on it--for a bookmark, and tucks her book away.

--as of yet untitled/unfinished nextgen fic I have sitting in a private entry right now. Mellon Collie was named by perpexsea and nokomis305, used with permission :)

I have also now listening to FAD approx. 20 times all the way through and I LOVE IT TO PIECES <333333 I wish it was out, because I would have bought it at Walmart :(

It's the self-indulgent Ballroom AU PART TWO \o/

( frank is a pervy nerd and there is some sexytimes and more dancinggg )

Still living it up with the homelife...yesterday Mom and I had a ~Lady Date~. We went to Cheesecake Factory and browsed around the mall, where I picked up How Not To Write a Novel, which is both hilarious and should be helpful in the upcoming (OMG NEXT) month of Nanowrimo (speaking of, dayum, I should probably throw something up over at bandonano) which is both exciting and terrifying and mostly exciting. Watched Dancing With the Stars, and today, despite my best intentions to work on my play, I watched a couple episodes of SGA, a Pushing Daisies (new episode in 40 minutes, tralala!), and dicked around on the internet. A lot. Whoops~

Trying to work on the nunfic, and...it's coming along okay? I think? Here's the first paragraph, for your preview pleasure.

Talking to Sister Mary Peter always left Gerard humming “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?”, although he’s fairly certain Julie Andrews never cussed out the archbishop. Still, despite her loud laugh, rough voice, and brash nature, Mary Peter--Gerard only ever called her Mary Peter in his head, because she’d promised him that if he didn’t just call her Pete she “didn’t care if he wasn’t using his balls for anything, I’ll rip those suckers off anyway”--was a good nun. It wasn’t about how many tattoos she had (several, each of which less becoming a woman of her position than the last, all the way down to the bat on her belly), or her tendency to burst out laughing during hymns at something one of her kids had said three days ago; she was devoted, and she was an angel with the troubled children who came to youth group’s at Our Lady of Sorrows. All she had to do was shove up the sleeves of the less-than-sisterly hoodie she wore over simple dark clothes to show off her tattoos, and they listened--not all of them, and most of them not all that well, but more than they would have listened to Gerard (he didn’t have any physical marks of what he’d been through) or any of the other sisters. She made a difference and that, he thought, was what she wanted--what made her turn her back to screaming onstage and pills for daytimes, nighttime, and any time in between and got her to trade in skinny jeans for her habit (although not even the Mother Superior would dream of trying to get her offensively colored hoodies away from her).