Black Birch

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
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all of you

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Title: Team means more than any military structure
Rating: for everyone
Word: 848 words
Notes: Originally posted today 08-02-21, for ladycat in e-mail between workassignments

John really wishes he hadn’t tried so hard today that he forgot he’s actually past forty and not yet thirty, and that Ronon is really heavy when he falls atop of you. Trying to get up again is a lot less graceful and a lot more of cursing and stumbling to not fall flat on his face. Just trying to lean his weight on his arms makes things inside blast through his ribcage, like a rope of lightning wrapped around his insides. He has to curl up and choke on air a little, before he manages to get up. Ronon looks worried, his smug smile turning into a frown and a stretched out hand. “You ok?”
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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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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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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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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.

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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Title: Like jello…
Words: 662 words
Notes: Originally posted 25th May, 2007.
Anything to keep me from being bored and only thinking about my stupid knee and the fact that I’m off on a worktrip on thursday and with this rate I’m going to be the 5th limping wheel this year as well.

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Sheppard ached all over. There wasn’t a spot that wasn’t tender or making that annoying crackling sound that reminds you of the fact that you’re getting old. Getting doubleteamed by Ronon and Teyla was not an idea he was going to pursue anymore, and he’d thought it’d been such a cool idea. Maybe, just maybe McKay was right about him having a hero/suicide complex… It’s just that the idea of he being the only one armed with sticks and then fighting Teyla and Ronon had sounded like a cool idea - he’d have a fighting chance. Except, not so much really. They just let him believe that for a little while until they decided to demonstrate just how damn good they really were at hand to hand combat.
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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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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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