Archive for category Rated: Adult

[StargateAtlantis] Kissing when there aren’t words, McKay/Sheppard, NC-17

Title: Kissing when there aren’t words
Rating: Mature/NC-17
Word: 873 words of porn with kisses, pretty much
Notes: Originally posted 2009-04-16, for the mcsmooch community on livejournal, unbetaed

Rodney arched his back into John’s hands and bit his lip not to be so damn loud. It was hard not being loud when John worked him slowly like this, teased him with slow rolls and his hands, holding Rodney tight in the cradle against his hips and thighs. Rodney wanted to curse him out, to tell him to move and harder, but he knew that as soon as he did Sheppard would slow down even more with that smug (evil) grin on his face.
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[Torchwood] Playing favourites, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, slash/het 3some

Title: Playing favourites
Rating: Adult threesome fic
Wordcount: 3287 words
Notes: For Kita and Fod cause they’re awesome and encourage me to write porn for them. This is more of what started as a 500 words comment fic.
Summary: Torchwood fandom, 3200 words of Gwen and Ianto has Jack tied to a chair and then they all have sex. It’s porn, people.

Beta’d by Kita. Thank you.It’s unbetaed because I dind’t get a response on my beta call and I don’t know where to turn for that, I haven’t had time to look into the fandom so much. All comments welcomed :)

I came back for you

all of you

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[Pitch Black/Riddick] Mistress; Riddick/female, het NC-17

Title: Mistress
Words: 821 words unbetaed.
Notes: missmorwen requested ‘5 prompts for a smut fic with Riddy: Slave, shoe-fetish, red as wine, mouth, silence
Originally posted: 16th June, 2006

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Her legs are long as sin and he loves to watch them, the glide and glint of suntanned skin stretched over lithe muscles. The way her calves bunch when she walks around him, tracing a path around his body, her heels making sharp clicks on the hardwood floor.

From this position he can only see her legs, the smooth grace of calves into narrow knees and the soft line of her thighs. He wished he could raise his head to take in her hips, her walk makes his body pay attention, her ass rouch and soft and pert and quite the palmful. To hold and touch and sink his teeth in soft flesh whenever she allows it. The curve of her ass and the slope of her lower back, graceful and strong she always stands straight. Makes him pay attention.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Life?; Buffy/Angel, poetryporn

human!Angel/Buffy with a side of remembered Spike/Angel and Spike/Buffy. Post NFA poetrydrabblething. Originally posted: 28th November, 2006

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Life?

A fluttering pulse under the palm of my hand.
Life pumping.
thump
One beat.
thump
Two beat.
An echoing chorus of itself.

Warm body, moving against my fingers.
It tickles you say.
Laughter in my ear,
a whispering breath against my neck,
an answering pulse.
We’re two now.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Shadowplay; Spike/Angel, poetryporn

I miss Angel and Spike a lot. I’m still achy and in a bad mood. missmorwen and polgara_malfoy made me smile, and so I dabble more words. Originally posted: 1st December, 2006

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Shadowplay

In the dead of night,
the silence breaks.
Living sounds,
of bodies meeting in anger,
knife edge of hate and longing,
of caresses and wounds.

Bodies silent.
A vampire’s breath
as quiet as the shadows they cast.
Till they break, moments to forget.
Flesh and blood, kisses and tongues,
taste of something else than stale blood and grief.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Their boy; Fanged Four, poetry-ish

Originally posted: 1st December, 2006

Their boy

Ice in her eyes,
blue as innocence.
Fake front,
clear cut through to the inside,
where the chill holds fast
and winter never fades.

Filth in his eyes,
the darkness within
taints the angel’s face.
Like the pattern of blood,
on a nun’s habit.
Devil’s artwork,
passion in corruption.
The young one’s tied,
his body splayed.
For pleasure. For show.
For him to toy with.

Joy in her eyes,
a heart still warm in her hand.
His gift, for her,
all for her.
Dark pride in his princess,
as he struggles to be like the angel,
like the monster they want him to be.

Fear in their eyes,
soft prey and rich blood.
His true face to meet them,
his fangs in their flesh,
white slivers of ice that cut so deep.
Family taught him well.

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[Veronica Mars] Heat; Logan/Veronica, poetryporn

Heat
Heat in the backseat of my car,
the sun has barely gone down before you are in my arms,
holding me tight, crawling close, burrowing under my skin.
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[Queer as Folk US] (W)hole; Brian/Justin, poetryporn

Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Title: (W)hole
Notes: Originally posted 18th March, 2006. I’m drunk, or slowly getting there anyway ;) Now I spam you with QaF poetrything.

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(W)hole

The skin on his back gleams with sweat,
droplets that taste of salt,
and him. Droplets that I put there.
Thrust, push and pull,
the name of the game baby
is sex.
Fucking.
Hot, wet and sticky.
Just the way I like it.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Family, Spike/Angel, poetryporn

Title: Family
Characters: Spike/Angel
Notes: Originally posted 29th November, 2004

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Family

Spike’s bitter tongue, piercing words
keeps Angel afloat
makes him angry
breaks his habits
and won’t let him be alone.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Ternion(the sum of one and one and one); Spike/Angel/Buffy, poetryporn

Title: Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)
Characters: Spike/Angel/Buffy
Notes: Originally posted 15th March, 2006. Part 2.
So yes I am tired and therefore no selfcritique. So I post. (and overuse the word ’so’) Feel free to mock or enjoy. femmenerd wanted porny poetry .. which I can’t really do. What I can do I’ve named poetrythings in my memories and it has more emphasis on things rather than poetry. Stream of consciousness perhaps? It’s too choppy to be drabbles. Still, I like to write it, whatever you wanna call it. Here’s ‘the mix of words that I do but don’t know what to call’.

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Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)

He likes it best on his knees,
to follow, give in and serve.
Pretty as you please, a postcard in submission,
knees spread, back straight,
eyes down.
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