drabble distraction

[withimpunity]

I could really use some distraction at the moment, so I'm gonna be writing some 100-200 word drabbles.

Prompt me if you like!

-Generation Kill only please
-prompt with a pairing and a word (or two.)
-No Brad/Nate (I'm not hating, I just can't write it.)
- God I'm bossy.

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Re: Brad/Ex-Fiance

[withimpunity]

Okay, yikes. I'm not like, up on my D/s or anything. I don't think I've ever truly written a serious D/s fic or anything. So uh, here goes? *nervous laughter* This is what I gleaned from our twitter convo that one time, about Brad being more the pleasure/slave than wanting humiliation and dominated. I think? Oh god, don't laugh at me.




Brad’s always known what he wanted. He’s always gotten it.

She’s different. She doesn’t bend to his smile or go sad in the face when he accidentally insults her on purpose. She doesn’t give him exactly what he wants or expects. He thinks its why he likes her so much.

The sex is - he wants to say its phenomenal, but in reality its as good as all of the other sex he’s had. Not bad, but not special.

She sucks his dick like a nasty, naughty whore. She gets on her knees for him, digs her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and takes him all the way until her nose is brushing his pelvis, but she doesn’t like it when he goes down on her. She acts shy and nervous, only lets him do it on special occasions, like his birthday or when he gets her really wasted on good Tequila. Then, he takes his time with it, spreads her legs wide, licks her slow and teases her clit wiith the very tip of his tongue, flexing his finger inside of her until she’s trembling and begging him, demanding he make her come.

“Just tell me what to do,” Brad murmurs beside her ear one night, slipping his fingers into her panties. “Tell me what you want.”

She blushes and stutters when he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean, then drops down to his knees next to the bed, brings her foot to his mouth and closes his mouth over her little toe.

“Brad, stop!” She breaks away, giggling. He sighs.

“Why don’t you just let me take care of you?” She purrs, making him switch places with her.

She goes down on him for so long Brad doesn’t see how her jaw hasn’t locked up. She tries so hard, but she just doesn’t get it. Brad hates himself a little for not being able to be the sort of man that can just enjoy this, a beautiful woman that he loves only wanting to pleasure him. Its not though. He understands that now.

He closes his eyes and his mind wanders back to work. He remembers the sergeant major reaming his ass for being late to chow earlier, how he made him scrub the mess hall with a goddamn toothbrush until every surface was sparkling, how his knees and shoulders ached when he finally stood; finally, he comes.