|Reviews for What's Mine|
| Rachel Garber chapter 1 . 3/17/2014
Crikey that was fuck hawt, interesting that I have read a lot of m/f fan fiction and while there are many instances of possessiveness, of "marking" or declarations of "mine/yours" it seems to appear a lot more in the m/m stories. Not sure if that is an accurate reflection of RL I guess it doesn't matter. Just find it really erotic, not necessarily this particular example of ownership, just the whole concept of "owning" someone completely. very hot.
| Guest chapter 1 . 8/4/2013
Short and sweet
| Yanna Blake chapter 1 . 4/8/2013
| Motaku1235 chapter 1 . 2/13/2013
Very sensual! :D
| D I C K S Q U A D 2K13 chapter 1 . 12/6/2012
It was a simple declaration of fact, much as if Morgan was a cold-ass lil lil pimp n' Reid was his wild lil' straight-up toy - he didn't want every last muthafuckin muthafucka else ta play wit his cold-ass toys, even back then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nor his Reid, now yo. Dude nipped all up in tha tender skin of Reidz shoulder blade yo. Dude knew dat Reid knew dat he was his yo, but he didn't be thinkin tha rest of tha ghetto knew fo' realz. And even if Reid wore one of his button-down, collar-up shirtz tomorrow, ta disguise it, he would still know, nahmeean?
Dude was a playa dat wanted ta know ludd, ta feel ludd, instead of always sufferin up in silence as tha ghetto went by without his muthafuckin ass.
Dude would scream it from tha rooftops n' tha fuck into tha cornerz of every last muthafuckin doggy den up in D.C. if it meant dat everyone would hear his muthafuckin ass. Understand his muthafuckin ass. Know dat up in dis fucked-up ghetto dat he knew all too well, he found tha one thug whoz ass wanted ta be wit his muthafuckin ass. Whom he wanted ta be with.
Somehow, he always thought dat Reid would be a talker up in bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude couldn't keep his crazy-ass grill shut when they was at work - always spoutin off factz n' figures as if his thuglife depended on it - but tha last muthafuckin thang he wanted ta know muthafuckin right now was tha speed at which jizz traveled durin a orgazzle, and whatever other sex-related fact Reid could come up wit off tha top of his crazy-ass mind. But Reid was bein strangely on tha fuckin' down-low, strangely complacent.
Dude didn't wanna think. For either of em ta think yo. Dude wanted ta just do.
And as he slid his handz down Reidz body, preparin ta make his ass feel like he was tha only playa - only person- up in tha ghetto fo' him, he smiled all up in tha feelin of Reidz taut musclez beneath his hands. This was tha Reid dat no one else knew. Would ever know, nahmeean, biatch? Reid, tha one whoz ass was a sexuizzle being; Reid, tha one whoz ass was clawin all up in tha top of his scalp, his hand closed over tha top of Morganz arm. Both of they breaths was growin mo' ragged n' piercin as dis dizzle between em continued.
As he started lickin at Reidz hole, he smiled again, his smile pressed tha fuck into tha space between his thugged-out ass cheeks. This was where he wanted ta be. Pressed up against Reid, feelin his ass all around him; he luddd every last muthafuckin second of dat shit.
Reidz leg flailed upward, grazin by tha side of Morganz face; dis was not a thugged-out deterrent, as Morgan stuck his cold-ass tongue inside n' fuckin started twistin it around, tastin Reid up in da most thugged-out intimate of ways. Perfection.
And wit a hitched whisper, Reid holla'd, "yours."
| LoveforPenandDerek chapter 1 . 12/5/2012
| delia cerrano chapter 1 . 12/4/2012
| BertieBott62442 chapter 1 . 12/4/2012
Awww so sweet! I really liked it :)