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crack_van2012-12-19 01:51 pm
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touch me there (you know where) by vanillarouge (R)
On the coattails of my last rec, I thought this was more than appropriate for reasons I choose not to justify (as my justifications are flimsy and basically spell out 'I like smut' and 'I adore the beta kids' and 'I really like those two things combined'. xD )
Fandom: HOMESTUCK
Pairing: Dave/Jade/Rose/John
Length: 1,728
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vanillarouge (largely in spanish)
Author Website: AO3 | Tumblr
Why this must be read: One of my top favorite ships of the Homestuck universe is Beta kids OT4 because their dynamics in canon are just so wonderful and caring and geeze, how can one not love the Beta OT4 to bits and pieces? This fic focuses separately on each of the characters' "private moments" (if you catch my drift). It's written in to their own writing styles which helps to differentiate who's the focus of each section, as well. I like this shift of perspective and each section resonates perfectly to each character. Oh, and they're all fantasizing about the four of them. It's delicious and hot in all the right ways!
Summary:
i can explain
Excerpt:
The chair’s cushions and your penchant for only the best quality products make the noise almost imperceptible, but the vibrations are still as intense as they have been for the past twenty minutes, and you squirm just scarcely, cross your socked ankles together and cannot stop yourself from biting the inside of your lower lip. You turn the page of one of the heavy presumptuous books you’ve kept open around you if only for the alibi, which probably screams ‘do not come close, for I am busy’. And as they say, oh boy, busy you are, if not exactly the sort of way your current image probably suggests.
Instead of studying the psychology behind the reflected appraisal process, you torture yourself by allowing nothing but the most perfect calligraphy as you write a small, admittedly self-indulgent story.
Strider gingerly kisses the back of his neck, lips tender and feverish, his breath steamy against jet black hair, you write, paying special attention to the way the letters curl into each other, ignoring the way your hands tremble just slightly. And John shudders when he guides his hands to press against the gelid wall of the shower, their fingers interlacing as he pushes in, slicked and ready.
touch me there (you know where) (@ AO3)
touch me there (you know where) (@ Tumblr)
Fandom: HOMESTUCK
Pairing: Dave/Jade/Rose/John
Length: 1,728
Author on LJ:
vanillarouge (largely in spanish)Author Website: AO3 | Tumblr
Why this must be read: One of my top favorite ships of the Homestuck universe is Beta kids OT4 because their dynamics in canon are just so wonderful and caring and geeze, how can one not love the Beta OT4 to bits and pieces? This fic focuses separately on each of the characters' "private moments" (if you catch my drift). It's written in to their own writing styles which helps to differentiate who's the focus of each section, as well. I like this shift of perspective and each section resonates perfectly to each character. Oh, and they're all fantasizing about the four of them. It's delicious and hot in all the right ways!
Summary:
i can explain
Excerpt:
The chair’s cushions and your penchant for only the best quality products make the noise almost imperceptible, but the vibrations are still as intense as they have been for the past twenty minutes, and you squirm just scarcely, cross your socked ankles together and cannot stop yourself from biting the inside of your lower lip. You turn the page of one of the heavy presumptuous books you’ve kept open around you if only for the alibi, which probably screams ‘do not come close, for I am busy’. And as they say, oh boy, busy you are, if not exactly the sort of way your current image probably suggests.
Instead of studying the psychology behind the reflected appraisal process, you torture yourself by allowing nothing but the most perfect calligraphy as you write a small, admittedly self-indulgent story.
Strider gingerly kisses the back of his neck, lips tender and feverish, his breath steamy against jet black hair, you write, paying special attention to the way the letters curl into each other, ignoring the way your hands tremble just slightly. And John shudders when he guides his hands to press against the gelid wall of the shower, their fingers interlacing as he pushes in, slicked and ready.
touch me there (you know where) (@ AO3)
touch me there (you know where) (@ Tumblr)
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