Name's changed, hellraising is still the same...

blows dust off of her LJ

maxthebd — Fri, 08 Apr 2016 04:07:46 GMT

Goodness, it's been a while.

Holy Hell...

maxthebd — Mon, 30 Jun 2014 03:06:38 GMT

My LJ turned 10 this year. *shocked*

Onion-God: 1, Nat: 0

maxthebd — Thu, 06 Feb 2014 04:28:04 GMT

It just occurred to me that I haven't posted since September. *sigh*

Recovery

maxthebd — Fri, 27 Sep 2013 02:24:29 GMT

I'm not dead! There's just been a lot going on.

1. I'm moving out of this apartment in November. Black mold has invaded my kitchen, and since the Health Department is "talking to the landlord", I'm not sticking around while he takes another year to make the damned fix.

Yes, I'm surprised that I'm not ill either.

2. I am moving in with my high school best friend. He's got an extra bedroom, an extra bathroom, and he's letting me keep the sewing room. It'll take off about $300 from the expenses I currently have. Which will give me a chance to catch up, rebuild my savings, and well, come home to someone actually being there. There's a rather fun story that I'll drill down for the sake of bullet points. When he messaged me on FB about it, I made him give me 15 reasons why we wouldn't kill each other in the first month.

He only gave me two. A) He still considers me family, after all of these years. B) If it meant that he had the chance to get a good friend back, he'd take it.
*sniffles*

*sneezes*

Much better.

3. My hostile coworker was fired. And there was a little bit of dancing in the eCommerce department. And then cursing, because they divvied up her workload. What little there was of it.

4. Means Dead in some languages.

5. Cars are evil. The Blue Dorito was almost the Sold Blue Dorito.

6. I got another promotion. :)

7. I went out with my coworker and her husband. Well, the night will make my erotica flow better. (You will need to pry that story out of me. I promise that it's funny as hell.)

8. Next year will be interesting. :)

9. Newton Geizsler is my spirit animal.

10. Okay, time to hit the sack. To crawl out of bed at 6am. Gah.

Mother Nature, you suck.

maxthebd — Tue, 25 Jun 2013 02:37:36 GMT

So I went was in Georgia from Wednesday to Sunday morning. I had a nice time, a few moments of "Mom, you're a fucking moron", and a lot of face palming and thinking that her new ....fiance is a racist bastard. "Oh, there's a few black colleges in Atlanta too, but you can't get bachelors there, so they really don't count." "Except I went to a 'black' college and I've done just fine with my little applied associates." "Oh, that, um, I'm sorry."

And came back a little crispy around the edges. Warning: Cleavage undercut.

A Tale of Obliviousness and Sewing

maxthebd — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 02:45:23 GMT

So, I made a thing. It's below the cut, but it was an experiment on sewing a six-panel overskirt because yeah, just as firestar9mm takes her martial arts seriously, I'm adopting belly dance as the thing that keeps me out of my apartment.

The ruffles are satin (evil!) and the velvet is from an old duvet cover that I was never going to use but couldn't bear to get rid of.

Life, stranger than fiction

maxthebd — Mon, 13 May 2013 01:15:41 GMT

Last night included:

luchadores,

midgets,

burlesque dancers,

a stripper,

drag queens,

fire dancers

belly dancers (yes, Z's troupe was there, who here is surprised?)

magicians

side-show acts including a human bear, a human noodle (the nightmares), and a bearded lady (the beard was real. She rubbed it against me.)

A rockabilly band led by a gal named Veronica (who had on some killer heels)

And oh yes, I think I watched a man staple money to his junk

And if I hadn’t had the wristband proving that I was there (and the makeup smears), I’d be of half the mind that I made this all up.

For those finding me from Tumblr and the SH BBC Kink Meme

maxthebd — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 02:46:57 GMT

I'm not posting Sherlock fic in this LJ. Tumblr and AO3 are your sole sources for it (and well, the Kink Meme), but yeah, don't go looking for it here.

Unless you want to read my bitching about personal issues, in which case, you're more than welcome to stay. :)

Creative Pay-It-Forward

maxthebd — Fri, 11 Jan 2013 00:27:41 GMT

Ganked from plainrea (or I could have ganked it from myself on Facebook, but I like free things! ;))

Let's start the new year with something particularly nice! I promise to make something for the first 5 people who comment.

Rules:
It's made by me, and it gets to you by the end of 2013. If you want something made for you, you must in turn post this on your status/journal, and offer to make something for the first 5 people who comment.

Please specify in the comments if you'd be comfortable with giving me your address, so I know whether non-digital items are on the table or not. ♥

If you respected before this post, you probably won't after it.

maxthebd — Sun, 23 Sep 2012 04:26:06 GMT

But Teen Wolf (2011) has stolen my soul.

Late but...

maxthebd — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:23:38 GMT

Happy Birthday alkmene!

:)

maxthebd — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 14:37:10 GMT

So long, Bethel.

Stitch and Bitch

maxthebd — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 00:13:36 GMT

Because I promised plainrea that I'd post the crafty stuff. I had to tear apart the scarf quilt, but it's been rebuilt with one of those cheapo Ikea quilts acting as batting.

Needless to say, this sucker is warm.

That is all.

Behold, Work-Awesomeness

maxthebd — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 21:47:50 GMT

It started with a phone call.

I had to call a Competitions Director (which seldom happens) get the following:

"This is Batman. Commissioner Gorden, you never call, what's wrong."

I was having template problems...which eliminated themselves when I found the correct email, while on the phone.

Batman: "Batgirl, you're killing me here. We're fighting the Joker and you're treating me like this!"

Batgirl: "Sorry, Harley must have gotten into my head."

Batman: *30 seconds of sheer silence. I guess he was too busy gaping.* "Wow. You pulled out a little-known villain. I'm impressed."

Batgirl: "Permission to assume Black Canary's identity?"

Batman: "Who do you report to? Brian? Yes? I'm calling Kathleen, you're never allowed to leave."

Since I could feel Brian's glare burning holes through my back (because he has no idea why I'm trying so hard not to laugh my ass off), I politely ended the call and gave into the urge to laugh my ass off before firing off the following email:

"Batman-

There was a bit of a mix-up at GCPD HQ. The original document has been found. All future correspondence will be handled appropriately.

Black Canary"

Which received the following:

"BC,

Thanks for your quick, proactive problem-solving.

BM

P.S. Joan, this will make no sense to you tomorrow morning, but it's fun so don't report her!"

He has no idea that it'll make perfect sense tomorrow morning.

And I will love every minute of it.

I don't think you want to fuck with me...

maxthebd — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 20:37:05 GMT

Maybe it's because I knew that he was on his way out that makes this easy, but when I'm accused of being "heartless" by family, I sort of want to curl up and cry about this all over again.

I had my moment to cry, it was the 45 seconds that he was dying after hanging up with me on the phone that I slid against the wall in the fitness room to the floor, and sobbed my eyes out once I realized that it was that phonecall.

It was the hour later that I was still in tears, but needed to return to my cubical to gain my composure, and failing miserably when coworkers would walk over and hug me and just roll their chairs over and ask me questions about him or my manager shoving me a huge project simply to take my mind off of it, meanwhile he'd walk down to HR and inquire about bereavement leave and telling me to take all three days when I really just needed one.

But to get called "heartless" not even an hour ago... that stung. I'm just not upset, because he's pain-free and he's not there. Those might be his body's ashes on the mantle, but he's not there.

I feel like I'm the only one who gets that, which is precisely why I'm able to go through his pictures and create all that needs to be created.

It's not because I'm heartless, even if I sometimes have to be in order to function.

But from here on out, I'm going to make a few changes.

1) I'm going to pay more attention to my health. Looking at old pictures, I can't take being the size I am anymore. So that will change.

2) I will track my food again.

3) I'm going to post the gross numbers in a matrix each week, so I'll be able to track my progress, but unless you know what those numbers mean, they'll mean nothing to you. And trust me, that's okay.

4) I'm going to pay more attention to my efforts at work. I will find a job in D.C. even if I am perfectly happy here. It's because I'm perfectly happy here that I need to look for something else.

5) I'll have more fun, because I've looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I'm fucking boring.

6) I will give Digital-Takeout.net a new layout and new content. It's going to be a personal site anyway, so I might as well. (Yes, I'll archive the fic there on AO3 and FF.net).

7) I'll give this LJ a facelift.

8) I'll write more.

9) I'll get published next year. (Hi, I work for a publisher, I have the resources and the technology).

10) I'll keep in better touch with friends, so Team YST, I need your phone numbers! (plainrea, firestar9mm, I already have yours.)

11) i'll be posting weekly progress pictures on the Tumblr. These will most likely be sweaty and gross. It's your choice to follow along. I'll post the link when that horrific thing starts.

12) I'll travel more. Let's face it, I'm getting much too fun for Ohio.

13) I'll not taking this one lying down.

14) I'll pay more attention to my bedroom and finally complete that required and too necessary purge.

15) I'll be fun again.

16) And I'll finally get back to reviewing stuff on FF.net. No more laziness. I'll be more proactive and finally school those fanbrats on how it's really done.

17) And I'll probably say "fuck" a hell of a fucking lot more. ;)

....I thought he'd live forever.

maxthebd — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 19:41:15 GMT

Rest in peace, William L. Cochran. At least now you're pain-free.

Memesheepage: Ganked from Twirly

maxthebd — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 02:40:21 GMT

1. Sexual orientation

Straight, but I'll flirt with anyone.

2. What I'm really bad at
Being a publicist.

3. The one person whose arms I'd like to be in
Niall Matter (I'm allowed to dream)

4. My best first date
That requires having first dates. Mine generally end up being coffee dates.

5. A description of my self-esteem
Fantastic, because if I listened to others, I'd be a sad sack of girl.

6. Who my best friends are
Team YST! (What? I turn to you all for anything.)

7. My favorite book
Long After Midnight by Iris Johansen

8. Biggest turn offs
No ambition.

9. A description of my best friend
Awesome. They sort of have to be if I'm going to be friends with them at all.

10. My favorite animal
Lynx.

11. Someone I miss
I miss quite a few people, but none should be worth the effort.

12. The reason behind my last break up
Trust.

13. What I did yesterday
Worked and discovered that Marketing wants my head on a platter.

14. What my greatest achievements are
I've made it to 26, isn't that achievement enough?

15. A description of the person I dislike the most
That bitch.

16. My favorite songs right now
"Pumped Up Kicks" Foster The People, "Raise Your Glass" P!nk, "Iron" Within Temptation

17. How my last kiss went down
New Year's 2006, all I hear is "I want a kiss from the stranger" before hello I'm kissing someone.

18. What I find attractive in the preferred sex
Arms. I'm a sucker.

19. All of the pets I've ever had
Rabbit, Dog, Fish

20. Favorite flavor of ice cream
Black raspberry chocolate chip

21. The one place I want to be right now
Washington D.C.

22. The meanest thing anyone has ever said to me
"You're plain."

23. Where I have lived before
I feel like I'm too busy being stuck here.

24. I'll love you if...
You accept that my social butterfly tendencies don't stop when I'm committed.

25. What are my future plans
To end up in D.C.

26. An internal conflict I have with myself
Why can't I make more money?

27. What I'm doing tomorrow
No idea

28. What I want to be when I get older
A Personal Assistant. I imagine I'll get into all sorts of trouble.

29. Most embarrassing moment
I tend to cover those with the sweet buzz of booze.

30. Two of my insecurities
My body and my life.

31. What I would do if I won the lottery
Give the first 10% to charity. Put half of everything in savings. And then pay my parents' debts. ...And then spend the rest. ;)

32. A description of the boy I like
Tall, Dark, preferably built.

33. What I love most about myself
My ability to bounce back.

34. My biggest pet peeves
Folks with no ambition.

35. What bands I've seen live
Uhhhhh....

36. Who my best friends are (duplicate of #6)
Same answer as #6.

37. How many kids I want in the future
None. And yes, I'm perfectly okay with that.

38. My idea of a perfect date
Whatever happens.

39. What I'm really good at
*smirks*

40. Most traumatic experience
Flying to New York by myself.

41. Where I would like to live
D.C.

42. The nicest thing anyone's ever said to me
"You're a Leo, aren't you?"

43. Do I like where I am right now?
No.

44. What I can hear right now
One of the Bridesmaids deleted scenes.

45. My relationship with my sibling(s)
Bad. At the moment.

46. All of the pets I've ever had (duplicate of #19)
Same as #19.

47. My biggest worry currently
$$$$$$$$

48. Something I've wished for repeatedly
To get out of Ohio without failing miserably.

49. My relationship with my parents
Pretty good. Better than my brother's.

50. What words make me the best about myself
"Oh look it, I'm employed! For now. ;)"

51. Something I should have said a long time ago
...I exercise tact here.

52. What my last text message says
"Look what I made!"

53. What I hate most about myself
My inability to hold a job more than a year.

54. Biggest turn ons
Self-confidence and arms.

55. What words upset me the most
Haven't really encountered one.

56. What I hate/d the most about school
Gym.

Realization

maxthebd — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 15:59:24 GMT

Team YST,

I miss you!

&heart;
Max

What?! I'm a bleeding heart, so sue me.

maxthebd — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 14:09:20 GMT

Meanwhile, I'll be over here. Looking smug.

And being cute. Yes, definitely being cute.

I've said it before... my dreams are fucked up (Rated R)

maxthebd — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 02:50:35 GMT

And this one just kept haunting me. So while I'm fueled by triple sec, two types of Bicardi Rum, and too much wine with strawberries, I'm going to post this to get it out of my system and hopefully bid that dream adieu.

This is generally what happens when I get drunk alone (present canine company excluded).

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Orange-tinted moonlight filtered through the wooden blinds, illuminating the deep curve of the young woman's back as she sank her head between two strong thighs.

"Christ, dammit, Grayson, right there," her partner moaned with an arch of her own body, resisting the urge to clamp the hot-pink fishnet clad thighs against her lover's head.

Tongue flat against hidden folds and gentle on an excited bundle of nerves, Grayson hummed her reassurance into over-stimulated flesh and lapped in slower, longer stripes the louder her lover moaned.

It never took much to send Alexis over the edge, but Grayson appreciated how beautiful she looked when she lost any and all semblance of control. Two fingers slipped underneath her mouth into a soaked, silken passage and pressed against a spot that guaranteed at least one orgasm for her lover.

She pulled her mouth away with one last lick, her hand continuing its efforts while she leaned up, repositioned herself into a half-crouch and dropped a kiss against Alexis' open mouth.

Who took immediate advantage of the contact and tangled her hand in Grayson's short locks, nipping her lover's lower lip when the woman still didn't initiate the deeper kiss Alexis really wanted.

So that's what I taste like, she briefly wondered, her climax taking her by surprise when she felt the beautiful coil of warmth grow and suddenly shatter into a million pieces.

Her scream was stifled by a well-placed, arousal-slicked hand, which did nothing to impede her climax-induced undulations.

Grayson left her hand in place, but leaned back onto her knees, straddling Alexis's bucking form precariously. Once the woman beneath her drifted on a wave of euphoric bliss, she settled against the woman's sweat-covered abdomen.

Her gaze thoughtful, she waited for the gentle snoring, which signaled her lover no longer on the same conscious plane.

Heat coiled low and slick within her, grumbling because each time she attended to Alexis, the woman never returned the favor.

Something else within her responded to her hormone-addled mind, it sounded almost amused and a lot like one of her boys back at her apartment.

At least they'd finish what they'd started.

Sometimes... too much to drink is barely enough (and fic)

maxthebd — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 04:38:49 GMT

*In regards to a new FFVIII 1-sentence set,

Cherry Smash, because I made the horrible (this will only end in someone getting fucked up) mistake of buying the Silver Book of Cocktails.

The Necessaries:

4 Ranier Cherries
4 Cherries
4 Strawberries
2 oz. Rum
1 cup of soda water (we only had Crystal light...which was a terribly awesome idea)
1 cup of heavy cream (I used prickly pear sherbet)

Mixology:

Quarter the fruit (and pit those cherries)
A. Add into blender:
1) Rum
2) Soda water
3) Quartered fruit
4) Heavy cream/ice cream

B. Pulse until fruit is incorporated (4 pulses worked here)

C. Blend until smooth

D. Add to Collins glasses, top with chopped strawberries

In other news, damn, I'm having a fantastic month!

Because of the following:

1) Job-hunting! And yes, plainrea, I'm looking in Lexington. I have six prospects there too. And family, so I know I can crash somewhere if a position is acquired. Since I'm only keeping the publicist position warm until the NYC office finds one, hell yes, I'm looking. Other areas are of course D.C. (because svelterose was speechless when I told her where I applied there.), Cincinnati, Dayton, C-bus, and Chicago

2) By the way, and the part that pretty much made this month rock: David and Jenn have officially moved to the Outer Banks.

Needless to say, I'm pretty fucking happy about it. The little idiot honestly thinks she's going down there to play house. Which, while everyone else ignores this fact, it makes the immediate family laugh their asses off.

Because David has a line of credit and no concept of a budget. This will be one hell of an eye-opener. And this is exactly why I kept my mouth shut since last October. *smirks*

3) Oh yes, I turn 26! Here, have some blurbs!

#03 - Wishes

"If wishes were chocobos," Rinoa groused and froze.

"You'd have a whole herd," Squall whispered against her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck before she finally relaxed.

#08 - Whiskey and rum

Rum.

She smelled it, but she couldn't see it.

Something wet splashed against her front, stinging when it ran over open wounds. Droplets slid down her face but she didn't dare taste it.

It smelled like rum.

"Wakey, wakey, Trepe," a low voice, gravel against her nerves was the last thing she ever needed to hear.

#09 - War

Flopping back against cool bedsheets, Garden Commander Squall Leonhart stared up at the metallic ceiling, squinting against the dorm's bright lights.

Sometimes, he actually missed war. At least he'd have an excuse to not be chained to a desk.

#12 - Blessing

Rinoa glared at the training center's latest footage, watching her knight tussel with someone the rest of the gang viewed as a sister.

Except a part of her, the part of her that she shoved into a tiny box, taped up with massive amounts of duct tape, wrapped in chains and another steel box and shoved it far back into her consciousness daringly whispered "sisterly love...and Angelo's a cat."

#15 - Breathing*

"So tell me, my dear Instructor," the tip of Hyperion grazed the skin of her neck, coming to rest underneath the cleft of her chin. Gentle pressure was all it took to get Quistis Trepe to lift her head and stare Seifer in the face.

"You could be my Sorceress," he spoke, conviction in his words as he stood in front of her, gunblade lowered to his side. "Just say yes."

"Fuck...you," her voice and breathing labored as she could feel her body protesting, screaming against being strung up by her arms and dangling mere inches above the floor.

If they were still in Balamb, she'd be forced to give him high marks for torture, as he was certainly excelling in trying to break her.

Green eyes caught blue as he slowly dragged her vest's zipper low, exposing the utilitarian bra underneath.

Long fingers tucked in a piece of paper before caressing the sweat-coated flesh.

"You were always so beautiful, my dear Instructor," Seifer sighed before breaking into pained laughter and walking behind her, a hand at her waist as he lead her body into a twist, only to let her go and let her spin.

Her vision blackened around the edges as she slowed to a stop.

Callused fingers caressed her neck as warmth heated up her wounded back. The feeling was almost soothing, but this being Seifer -

A hand ran down the still-fresh whip wounds. "You know, Quistis, there was a time when I would have happily done that for you."

She didn't have to see her Save-the-Queen to know that he was tracing the lacerations with the handle.

Quistis strained against the momentum, but a cry of pure pain escape regardless.

"Sadly, your time is up," he whispered before cracking her own weapon against her back once more.

In my head, Seifer is an asshole post-game.

*Because firestar9mm was right, not all tension is sexual.

Lava.

She always likened it to lava flowing just slow enough to be noticed before the heat engulfed her and turned the air red then white hot.

The spells used to hurt due to lack of control, but now, as the flames played againt the barrier spell on her flesh like a lover's caress, she had no problem controlling the magic.

No problem making evil burn.

A glance toward the decrepit wall told the flames where to start. Fire erupted, yellow hot against wood that failed the test of time.

Now it failed against her strength.

That bastard knew she hunted him, finally felt his cancerous presence in her city.

Ice cold clenched her neck.

Her flames found an unintended target and sought their orders.

She walked out of the burning building, slowly, with purpose, only stopping when she was a block away from the now raging blaze. "Burn it all," she uttered, only to cringe when screaming rose above the hungry roar of the flames.

Oh God.

She reeled against the wave of agony flooding through her. Silvery-blue eyes snapped wild before fading to a more human blue, she stared at the now multiple burning buildings and blinked against the rising nausea.

She checked those wards before chasing him in there! They were still inactive until either of the mages crossed the threshold.

The screams died when the building buckled and imploded on itself.

Biting her lip, she tapped the earbud in her right ear, her voice ragged when a melodious baritone answered.

"Tomas... fuck... I killed a civilian."

Holy Hell...Aki, I know this is five years over-due ( Ghost Hunt Blurb Fic: Rated M)

maxthebd — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 22:37:58 GMT

21. Phone fun

What should have been a typical phone call turned into something a bit more when Mai found herself falling back on her bed, listening to Lin's rumbling voice over the line, and inhaled sharply when she touched a slick button hidden within damp folds.

Since he had no idea of the effect he had on her, she felt her cheeks heat, the warmth spreading through her as she continued to massage silken flesh.

Giving him the usual pleasantries, a shot of white lightning shot through her when she heard "and if you would open your front door, I could help you finish what you've started."

22. Intoxicated with your taste

"I'm afraid if I don't stop now, you're not going back to your room tonight," he whispered against her swollen lips, pulling away enough to lock his eyes with her own.

"Then don't stop," she grinned and pushed her lips back against his.

23. Dreams do come true when I think of you

Watching Mai convulse through the first orgasm of the night made Lin realize how thankful he was for no longer living with Oliver.

24. My fairytale

Stepping away from her all-too aggressive classmate, Mai backed herself into what felt like an expensive suited wall.

Whirling around, she found herself staring straight at an oh-so familar three-piece suit worn by someone she could have sworn was her knight in shining armor.

25. One more time

He almost couldn't hide the tiny smile on his face when Mai clambered back on top of him and asked if they could do that again.

26. There's wicked thoughts under your eyes

She should have known that unearthly glow to Lin's eyes when he hoisted her onto Naru's desk and crushed his mouth against her own.

27. Under the roses

"Dammit," she cursed when a large thorn caught the webbing between her thumb and index finger. "I could have sworn they told us these were thornless."

The light beneath the rose-covered archway cut off when a sizable figure stepped up behind her. Deeply inhaling, she immediately knew who it was, plastering a smile on her face before she turned to face him. "Hey Lin, you wouldn't happen to have a plaster on you anywhere?"

Manicured eyebrows dropped low as he considered the multiple reasons she'd even bother to ask about plasters. A pointed look at her bleeding hand had his eyebrows dropping even lower when he took her hand, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked on the weeping webbing.

28. Memories of love

She could have sworn it was one of his dragons just out of her line of sight.

Mai always knew that he'd protect her. Even beyond the grave.

29. The sound of your breathe on my cheek

He refused to acknowledge what almost made him jerk upright, but the feeling of warmth, moist breaths against his cheek provided a tender lullaby for him to reembrace sleep.

30. Until there's nothing left between us

"I-I'm not sure," she responded in between pants, her hands on his own, which hovered over her bra's front clasp.

"Then trust me," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her collar bone. "At least for tonight."

31. Last chance

"Look, do you want me to buy the condoms, Mai, or not?" Ayako whirled to face the young woman with a box of extra-thin condoms in hand. "Clock's ticking, young lady."

Mai looked around the convienence store before she fidgeted, stepping back to lean against another shelf far away from that box.

"Last chance, Mai, or you're not sleeping with Lin until I'm sure you're both not being stupid about it."

"Fine. Buy them. But at least the extra-large ones, the last ones you bought were too small."

32. You can't be turned away

"Mai, I won't fire you because you're sleeping with my guardian." Oliver remarked at the tense young woman standing in front of his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he made a show of crossing a leg over the other before crossing his arms across his chest.

"Although, I may ask to join later on in the future." He smirked, watching the blush illuminate Mai's face when she caught his meaning.

He shook his head as he watched Mai's eyes glaze over at a new fantasy.

33. To touch the Devil

"You've created a damned monster." Oliver stated as both Lin and he watched Mai leave for the night.

Lin leveled a dry look at his employer, letting the younger man explain, if he even wanted to do so.

"Apparently you're just not enough for her anymore. She wants two at once."

34. Virtue is not convenient

The sharp pain of sinking down onto Lin's cock faded when the man rolled his hips up, concentration on his face as he went about making her first time one of the best times she'll ever remember.

35. The back of your hand

Waking up to a slender hand running lithe fingers against his face was an excellent way of facing the morning.

36. Graceful ends

"Do you think we'll die happy," Mai leaned against him, watching the doctors pull the sheet over the latest victim's head.

The squeeze of his hand in hers was the only answer she received.

37. Do you think you'd rather be with me instead

"Was there ever really a choice, Mai?" Oliver motioned for her to sit down in a chair that probably cost more than five years of rent for her studio.

She smiled before she shook her head, blushing as her body remembered the feel of Lin's hands on her just the night before.

38. You got lucky

Ayako slid the tatami room's door shut before kneeling down on Mai's futon, giggling like a schoolgirl. "You are so damned lucky!"

"Are you drunk?" Mai leaned back on the bedding, not wanting to smell alcohol on the miko's breath.

"No! But I just walked in on and wow, you got lucky."

39. He always smiles

Sweat-covered hands gently brush over the slumbering woman's back before Lin shifted, pulling himself, and subsequently her, up against the pillows lining the headboard.

He always smiles when he wakes up before she does.

40. Only to deceive your senses

The silk blindfold gave Mai the courage to ravage Lin the way she wanted to.

The silk binds made sure he couldn't touch her, thus driving her insane rather than she driving him.

For Alkmene's Birthday! YST Blurb-fic part 1: Rated M

maxthebd — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 22:56:51 GMT

1. One Wild

Seiji walked over to the aquarium and peered at the red object floating in the water. He picked up a pencil laying nearby and gently fished it out of the water, only to blush when he realized what it was.

How the hell did Nasuti's panties get in there?

2. I am the King/Queen of the sheets

"Take what you want," he whispered against her sweat-coated flesh, thrusting up hard and feeling her shatter around him.

3. Vampire loving

It wasn't the cool body pressing Nasuti against the wall that made her stomach curl happily.

It was the light scrape of fangs against her neck that yanked the needy noise she had no idea she could made right out of her.

4. All about the games you play

"Pinned you," she said breathlessly, bracketing his head with her arms.

Seiji merely leaned up and captured her lips. "But I still win," he replied, smiling before kissing her once more.

5. Blanket hog

The only way she didn't hog the blankets was if he wrapped himself around her first.

6. Reenacting my favorite fantasy

His favorite part of the night was her irises blowing wide and her eyes shimmering a deep emerald when he lightly slipped the blade beneath her shirt and watched the delicate material fall away.

7. Romantic night

Nasuti dozed lightly, waking only to check on the blond currently resting his head on her stomach.

8. A little quickie behind closed doors

"They'll see!" She hissed when he closed the office door behind them.

With a nibble on her neck, he chuckled and lifted the knee between her legs. "We'll just have to be quick about it."

9. No more teasing, baby

"You tease," she felt more than heard when she rolled her hips against his own.

10. Come to me

Deft fingers slipped past the delicate silk and brushed against sensitive skin and a secret bundle of nerves.

With an arm around her waist, Seiji felt Nasuti arch away from him. Pressing a kiss against her naked shoulder, he whispered "come, Nasuti, come to me."

11. Jezebel

Nasuti sat up and observed the two men laying on both sides of her and smirked.

12. To live without is death

Three weeks without him was really too long, she realized when she yanked Seiji down by his scarf and kissed him.

13. Nice and rough, or gentle and tender

"I want to hear everything," he yanked her head to the side and sank into her without warning.

14. Play house

"I don't see what the both of you are waiting for," Ryo hefted the box onto the kitchen counter.

"The family to approve the register change," Seiji sliced open the box and peered inside, only to level a heated look at the Warrior of Rekka.

Who stepped away with a blush and a warbled "holy shit. Save that look for Nasuti."

15. Switching roles

Nasuti guided Seiji into her and sank down until she felt his hips beneath her. Biting her lower lip, she looked at her lover with heavy-lidded eyes.

If he looked like this when she took over, she'd have to do it more often.

16. Can't stop watching you

She gasped and jerked up to her elbows when her doorway darkened with a new arrival. Wiping her hand off on her sheets, she flushed and went to get up off of the bed, stopping when a large hand pressed against her chest.

"Maybe I can be of some service," Seiji offered, the force of his hand making her lay back onto the mattress.

17. When the lights go out, lovers play

He barely flicked the switch when she tackled him against the wall.

18. Shake that thing

She moved her hips in beat with the pulsing bass, completely unaware of her captive audience.

19. Impatient Nympho

"Please," she begged, only to groan when he laughed against her stomach before he sank lower.

20. No humor in my tone

"Promise me, Nasuti," he paused mid-thrust, capable of waiting all night to finish what he started.

"I promise!" She sobbed, writhing beneath him, seeking the friction he withheld.

Alpha: FFVIII (Rated M)

maxthebd — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 01:40:14 GMT

I left Squall and Rinoa to themselves. Honest.

#01 - Comfort

The ebb and flow of the ocean waves was Quistis' sole comfort from the nightmares.

#02 - Kiss

Squall refuse to admit how unsettled he was after watching Laguna smooth his second-in-command's hair out of her face and kiss her on the forehead.

#03 - Soft

The brunet made it a point to leave out how each night, he woke up to soft sobs coming from the neighboring quarters.

#04 - Pain

Feeling the magic crackle along her fingertips, Quistis stood tall and spread her arms wide. It'd only hurt for a little bit.

#05 - Potatoes

Squall looked out of his office window to see a familiar foursome making the best of their collective day off. Now if only three of them weren't such small potatoes for the fourth.

#06 - Rain

The vivid-blue glares he received from both rain-soaked Zell and Quistis made Squall seriously reconsider debriefing them in his office.

#07 - Chocolate

Chocolate eyes warmed to a deep cinnamon before Rinoa leapt into his arms with a small squeal.

#08 - Happiness

Rinoa stared at the velvet-covered box in Squall's desk drawer and stifled a grin. Happiness at last.

#09 - Telephone

She slammed the drawer shut after hanging up the telephone. Rinoa respected Quistis, but when Squall insisted on taking the blond with him on the higher-level missions, she'd be a liar if she said she didn't worry.

#10 - Ears

Irvine fingered a pearl teardrop dangling from her ear before Quistis batted his hand away.

#11 - Name

"Squall," the estatic voice chirped his name to the answering service. The addressed pressed "delete" before the message finished.

#12 - Sensual

She always did love the feel of silk on her skin.

#13 - Death

A good SeeD did not fear it.

#14 - Sex

The door flung open to reveal a Quistis Trepe clad in nothing but a dark, thin, incredibly short sheath with mussed hair and a vivid, hot blush on her face.

Irvine Kinneas merely grinned until the heavy scent of sex drifted from the door.

His grin faltered when lust-darkened blue eyes fixed on him before the door slammed shut in his face.

#15 - Touch

Brown hair draped over the edge of the bed as she arched underneath the fighter's gentle touches.

#16 - Weakness

Quistis laughed when she saw the note from Kiros pinned on the silk dress in the box.

#17 - Tears

Hot tears soaked the pillow Rinoa curled herself around. Another night in an empty bed.

#18 - Speed

The cadets gathered when two of the Sorceress Six gathered to fight in the Training Center. They marveled over their speed, their abilities, and their sheer cunning.

The Trepies always marveled at how fast SeeD Trepe took down Commander Leonhart.

The other cadets marveled over the fact he let her.

#19 - Wind

"White Wind" was warm as healing magic danced over open, raw wounds.

#20 - Freedom

Quistis leaned against the railing over the wide-open ocean.

Freedom...something she'd never have.

#21 - Life

The better SeeDs always remembered their first.

#22 - Jealousy *Oh yes, I was staring at FFXIII Versus pictures*

It was true that Galbadia's newest headmaster was young, but he had the attention of every female SeeD, Garden instructor, cadet, and civilian alike with jet-black, lightly-spiked hair, steel-blue eyes, and a face rumored to be created by Hyne's hands alone. This coupled with apparently a gentle personality made him near legendary overnight.

So when he walked into Balamb Garden's ballroom wearing a smartly-tailored suit and after introducing himself to the heads of Garden Council and the Head Commander, all male eyes narrowed as he skipped over Selphie, Edea, and Rinoa to hold a hand out to a blushing Quistis Trepe.

Irvine and Squall's champagne glasses suffered broken stems shortly after.

#23 - Hands

Soft hands danced along damp folds before one lifted to palm a pale breast, rolling a pebbled nipple as she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

#24 - Taste

Zell always ate the hotdogs too quickly to remember how they tasted.

#25 - Devotion

The flyer advertising a Trepie event on the community bulletin board made Squall snicker before he ripped the poster down.

That was the sixth poster he'd destroyed today.

Their devotion to the woman was astounding.

#26 - Forever

Irvine palmed the velvet-covered box in his pocket briefly. Forever with her was long enough.

#27 - Blood * These actually reference another drabble I toyed with, but couldn't make them work.

"Squall, Commander, whatever, we fucking need hazard pay," Irvine spoke breathlessly before he adjusted the blood-covered whip-wielder in his arms.

#28 - Sickness *

Dr. Kadowaki glanced at the IV drip before making notations on her clipboard. Whatever they ripped into Quistis' back with, it negated all forms of magical healing.

#29 - Melody

One lap turned into ten. Ten laps turned into twenty. The cadet lost count after that due to the melody being too damned hard to run to.

#30 - Star

Rinoa gasped before pointing out his office window. "It's a shooting star! Fast, Squall, make a wish!"

He yanked the blinds shut.

#31 - Home *

Zell glanced into the infirmary's window before shaking his head and turning back around.

She almost didn't make it.

#32 - Confusion *

She woke up expecting Seifer holding her Save-the-Queen in his hands in that dark cell, not bright white and steel-blue eyes.

#33 - Fear *

Rinoa knew the look that crossed her knight's face when they both watched Irvine walk up with Quistis in his arms.

It was one of the few times she actually feared him.

#34 - Lightning/Thunder

Thunderstorms triggered the nightmares, so Quistis would find herself in the training center more often than not on the stormy nights.

#35 - Bonds

Wincing at the sheer pain lancing through her, she grit her teeth when Selphie mentioned their bonds and friendship.

Because Seifer made it very clear that those bonds were very much broken.

#36 - Market

Zell didn't have to, but he accompanied Xu and she to the market, lazily fingering the various bolts of cloth before he stopped at a deep navy bolt of sateen.

#37 - Technology

There was only one true way of turning off his entire link to the outside world.

Squall took almost too much joy in yanking the power cords from the wall.

#38 - Gift

Rinoa watched the flames lick at her hands as tongues of yellow and red danced on her command.

Sometimes, being a sorceress was almost worth it.

#39 - Smile

This wasn't Rinoa, Squall jerked his shoulders back, popping the air he knew had settled in his joints.

Rinoa would gripe when he didn't hold his punches or attempted to attack her full-force, because he was meant to be soft with her.

Quistis on the other hand. Well, she could take it. At least until he completely wiped that smirk off of her face.

#40 - Innocence

No SeeD had it.

#41 - Completion

It was the breathless scream almost everyone in the hallway heard that stopped them in their tracks.

And wondered who the Hyne enjoyed whatever they were doing so fucking much.

#42 - Clouds

Selphie watched the sky, fingers of one hand tangling and brushing through blond hair in her lap as she stared upwards.

Between the sky, the ocean, and Quistis' gentle breathing, she found herself flirting with the Sandman full stop.

#43 - Sky

"The sky looks fantast-"

"Shut up," Selphie hissed low, a simmering emerald glare tossed over her shoulder when Irvine approached and sat behind her, scooting up to bolster his fiancee before she followed the sleeping blonde's lead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against her hair before he let her lean back against him. Irvine had no problem supporting both of them.

#44 - Heaven

Squall almost whistled as he followed his second up the Ragnarok's ramp, watching blond hair swish gently against a backdrop of black jersey.

It wasn't his fault that King Cactuar hated that coral outfit of hers.

#45 - Hell

Rinoa squinted at a spot of pink on the sand far in front of them. "Zell," she tapped the blond on the shoulder and ran to the spot, cursing when she realized what exactly it was.

Holding up the shredded vest, she looked through it to the approaching fighter. "Is this who's I think it is?"

#46 - Sun

Irvine leaned back on straightened arms, letting his head loll back before he looked down at his lap.

Sunshine and citrus. His favorite combination.

#47 - Moon

He awoke with a yelp and a jerk when a fast something swiped at his head. Looking around and fumbling with a rousing Selphie, he found himself staring at pitch-black leather and fur highlighted by the moon.

"What brings you up to the cliffs of Balamb?" He plastered a roguish smile on his face and stared up at his leader's, was that concern, almost stoic face.

"When a hacker," he pointedly looked at the now awake Selphie, who offered a sheepish grin before she turned her attention to the woman still pillowed on her lap. "Disables my security system, I always have a back-up plan."

"He asks the Trepies," Selphie finished for him, brushing blond hair out of a porcelain face before shaking the slumbering woman's shoulder. "Sort of wish I could call 'The End' at will."

#48 - Waves

"Nightmares?" He finally asked after contemplating the question for the last three months. Squall needed Quistis to be the second he knew she refused to be, but he needed her behind him just in case, when he fell.

Now the better question would be if she lied about the entire matter to his face or faced the music, so to speak.

"Since Time Compression." She lifted her head from off of her knees and stared at the black ocean. It was a new moon that night, but she could hear the waves and they were enough.

"Fucking Ultimecia." He cursed and leaned against the archway, joining her in the almost-silence.

#49 - Hair

She stared at the mirror and inhaled a deep, calming breath. "To a new me," she spoke to her reflection. Picking up the scissors, she combed down a flat sheet of blond and started snipping.

#50 - Supernova

Selphie and Zell leaned against the door and heard the pleading and begging of "please, Hyne, don't, right there, so close, please," before they exchanged looks torn between shame and being completely impressed.

A scream went from vocal to breathless at its end before all fell silent within Quistis' quarters.

Fifteen minutes later, the door slid up, the only noise in the hall as Selphie and Zell pressed themselves into a nearby nook.

Zell peeked around to see the half-dressed Galbadian Headmaster step out into the hall, pale skin glistening with sweat and he was sort of jealous of the bastard for looking so fucking composed after that performance.

"I told you it was nothing," they both heard Quistis' sultry assurance, before she too stepped into the corridor wearing nothing but that thin sheath.

Selphie joined Zell and gasped, the noise immediately catching the blond's attention, her head and darkened eyes snapping to them. The brunette yanked her partner-in-crime back into the nook and waited for the door to slide home once more.

Zell waited thirty more seconds before he looked at Selphie, a blush high on his tattooed face. "Irvine has now officially earned my respect, Selph."

She grinned and leaned back into the nook. "I'm jealous. He got the full-view and we got busted."

That was actually more fun than I figured they'd be.

Journal rated M for language, sexual content, and abuse of pink and purple glitter

maxthebd — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 03:10:34 GMT

To my newest partners-in-crime:

Journal rated M because I fucking curse, a-fucking-lot.

In fact, it's a bit of a running joke that my flisters can judge how exactly I'm feeling by the amount of f-bombs I drop on a good day. If I drop none, or use euphemisms, one can safely guarantee that all is not well in the life of Max. If I drop plenty of them, I'm doing great!

Journal also rated M because you see those two sticky posts? I'm often an over-soaked smut sponge that leaks. One of these days, I'll finish them and that leads me to the abuse of pink and purple glitter. Which I'm pretty sure means that someone climaxed over a posted fic somewhere around here. I think. I don't actually know. Ladies, why do we toss up pink and purple glitter again?

Basic Stuff:

Max (Natasha/Nat/Nattie/Nata-chan/Tosh/That Fucking Bitch) was born August 17, 1985, in the Cincinnati suburb of Marimont, OH. After which, she spent the next 25 years living in Bethel, OH, bedroom to Cincinnati, but if you ask her, she's Cincinnati born and bred. To quote one of the fanficcers, her features scream "BOOBS! ASS!" to all of sundry. If you had any doubts of her being a girl, just look at her, you'll never doubt yourself again. Max has one brother, who's expecting the spawn of his vampire fiancee, and she now does not like him at the moment.

Other Stuff

Max graduated with an Applied Associate of Science in Web Design/Multimedia, but has done absolutely nothing with her degree as she's now a Copywriter for a national publisher. Her dream is to be a personal/executive assistant (one or the other) and hopefully incorporate travel.

Oh, she utterly adores Zack Fair (fictional) and Niall Matter (celebrity crush) but she is single and not really looking.

But Max loves to look.

And touch.

And tease. Oh yes, Max is a bit of a silver-tongue and she will happily blame her being raised in Marketing/Sales (it always comes back to Marketing) for her ability to make anything an innuendo.

Max does not do pictures and outside of this one and she's the blue-eyed nut on the left

And sometimes she does sexy:

But if you'd like to know anything else, just ask!