So, according to this report, at AHBL, this happened:
Girl: If you had to sell your soul for something, what would that thing be?
Matt: Just one - just one fanfic where I dominate Misha instead of Misha dominating me.
Now, I really like Matt. He's such a friend to fandom and to queer people. And when people ask for porn about themselves, they should get it. I don't generally write Matt and Misha, but I am dearly fond of them both. So here goes. Oh, I don't ask of Matt's soul, I ask that he keeps it. All I want in return is for him to keep talking about how hot he finds Jen to keep being an awesome person and friendly to queer folk.
Title: Just One Fanfic
Pairing: Matt/Misha
Rating: R?
Warnings: BDSM, unbetaed
Summary: It takes Misha time to be able to let go. In other words - completely plotless porn.
Note: I kinda wish someone would write fic about Misha writing fic for Matt. I shoulda thought of that while I was still writing.
Misha's eyes widened, then softened. The tiny muscles around them flickered and twitched with every sensation, his mouth slowly falling open, as his breaths got deeper, raspier.
( Matt brushed a knuckle over Misha's ribs, so gentle he was barely touching )
Girl: If you had to sell your soul for something, what would that thing be?
Matt: Just one - just one fanfic where I dominate Misha instead of Misha dominating me.
Now, I really like Matt. He's such a friend to fandom and to queer people. And when people ask for porn about themselves, they should get it. I don't generally write Matt and Misha, but I am dearly fond of them both. So here goes. Oh, I don't ask of Matt's soul, I ask that he keeps it. All I want in return is for him to keep
Title: Just One Fanfic
Pairing: Matt/Misha
Rating: R?
Warnings: BDSM, unbetaed
Summary: It takes Misha time to be able to let go. In other words - completely plotless porn.
Note: I kinda wish someone would write fic about Misha writing fic for Matt. I shoulda thought of that while I was still writing.
Misha's eyes widened, then softened. The tiny muscles around them flickered and twitched with every sensation, his mouth slowly falling open, as his breaths got deeper, raspier.
( Matt brushed a knuckle over Misha's ribs, so gentle he was barely touching )