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Boy with a coin he found in the weeds
with bullets and pages of trade magazines
close to a car that flipped on the turn
when God left the ground to circle the world

Boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
then making a wish, and tossed in the sea
then walked to a town that all of us burned
when God left the ground to circle the world

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with bullets and pages of trade magazines
close to a car that flipped on the turn
when God left the ground to circle the world

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- My Cupcakes were posted on toplessrobot.com<\/a> and as a result are all over the internet.

- And on Twitter. Gail Simone and Bryan Lynch like them.

- Let me repeat that. GAIL SIMONE LIKES MY CUPCAKES TIME FOR SEPPUKU FOR MY LIFE CANNOT GET MORE SURREAL.

- They were on digg.com.

- They were on comicalliance.com<\/a>

- I have no idea what's going. Our beloved comics guy proceeded to tell me about the cakes before knowing it was me that made them. He wants to sell them.

- Oh, and I SOLD A FUCKING PAINTING. THIS ONE.<\/a> OH GOD.

So yeah. Uh. Epic day.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/231110.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230735.html","pubDate":"Wed, 05 Aug 2009 15:00:19 GMT","title":"for isilrandir","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230735.html","description":"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!

I LOVE YOU!","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230735.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230467.html","pubDate":"Sat, 11 Jul 2009 01:07:33 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230467.html","description":"Happy Birthday to an inspiration and a namesake. I hope that what Mary and I are working on is tribute enough.



Happy Birthday Tesla!","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230467.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230014.html","pubDate":"Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:50:49 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230014.html","description":"If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/230014.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229695.html","pubDate":"Mon, 11 May 2009 16:15:24 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229695.html","description":"I need to commit to writing in this thing more often, but...what the hell do I have to write about?

So you get some porn and art, instead!

If you enjoy your comics a little political, a little adult-rated and a lot of ambiguously gay Mayor-ing, Ex Machina<\/b> is pretty much the best you can get. Ever. Homigod. I haven't read anything so good and interesting since Gotham Central<\/b>. And also, it made me write porn.







\"You know I can't hear you when you do that,\" Mitchell hissed, rolling his head to the left, pressing his cheek into the pillow and cutting off Bradbury's access to his left ear. Bradbury grimaced, leaning back and urging Mitchell to look forward once more by way of sliding his fingers over his jaw.

\"I forget. S'a good ear,\" he grunted in reply, reaching back to push the covers down over his hips. Mitchell always kept Gracie too damned hot for his liking; considering the usual result of his time spent at the Mansion, Bradbury would much have preferred a slightly cooler climate.

Mitchell pressed his head back against the pillow, arching his neck and tilting his chin upwards. His fingernails dug little half-circles against Bradbury's shoulders, pressing white spots of pressure into pale and tattooed skin alike.

\"Perhaps I should have gotten it reconstr - ah! - ...reconstructed as a fucking elephant ear, and then less people would assume that I have perfect hearing...\"

Bradbury grinned, now unencumbered by the blankets, and reached back to prop Mitchell's calf up over his shoulder. He knocked his hands away, using one of his own to pin slim wrists up against the headboard.

\"Sure do talk a lot when you've got something inside of you, boss...\"

Mitchell groaned, the new angle allowing Bradbury to press in deeper, stretch him further, fold him almost in half. His spine curved like a bow and he arched upwards, the stiff muscles of his thighs protesting a new stretch as Bradbury leaned forward to bite his jaw. Mitchell grinned. Now was the portion of the evening in which he pushed his luck.

\"Nnn...perhaps if you were giving me so...uuhhn...something better to focus on...\"


****

For Mitchell Hundred, everything happened in threes.

There had been three moments in his life that had changed him profoundly, for better or for worse. The death of his father, the explosion at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, and the clear-skied morning of September the Ninth that had far too quickly filled with smoke and dust.

There were three occurrences that had changed the direction of his life, deviating greatly from his original plan for a modest future of blueprints, industry success, and perhaps a small brass plate outside of an ugly building one day when everything else had been laid to rest. There had been the night on the boat with Bradbury, of course, followed by the first dream, and then rounded out by the beginning of his somewhat ill-advised political career.

Then, more often pushed to the side than not, there were the people in his life. Three men that had shaped him, for better or for worse, into the man that he saw in the mirror, every morning. Kremlin, Pherson, and Bradbury.

Of course, continuing in the trend that he had set for himself, there were three things about Rick Bradbury that would never fail to trip him, to draw his attention away from whatever was sitting in the forefront of his mind at any given time.

His hands. His big, stupid, blond-hairs on the backs of his fingers, hands. His fingers were thick and clumsy, the tips blunt with ragged, chewed nails. The palms and heels were calloused from the butts of too many guns, too many falls to the pavement, and too many days picking Mitchell up from the ground. They were, in every sense, a working man's hands and so different from Mitchell's, whose had become soft and manicured, smooth from running over stacks of paper.

It was always Bradbury's hands that gave away what was on his mind. Rough, nicotine stained fingertips sliding over Mitchell's thigh, tugging on his tie and pulling his shirt from beneath his belt. Mitchell would roll his eyes and bat them away, only to have both hands come back and forcibly tug him away from whatever else was currently occupying his time. They were always first, and always last; thick fingers slick with sweat and lube that - after both men had come, exhausted and laying together in a tangled pile of limbs and bedsheets - would creep back for one last tease. Bradbury would push two inside, holding Mitchell back against his chest with his free arm around his waist, gently fucking him with his fingers until he could drag out one last gasping, exhausted orgasm. It was like a signature, a need to reach in and find Mitchell wet, stretched, sticky.

Bradbury's eyelashes. God, his damn eyelashes. They were thick, black, and long in a way that a less intimidating man could never get away with. They were a distraction during the day, when he would lower his sunglasses and grin with his eyes and damn it, they were a distraction at night when Bradbury screwed his eyes shut in concentration, lashes bending and folding against his cheeks.

There was no way Mitchell could get around them, and he'd found himself staring at them at usually the most inappropriate times. The best, however, the absolute best<\/i> time to enjoy them was when he could get five minutes to himself and spend that time on his knees, one hand pushing Bradbury's thigh to the side and the other holding steady the base of his cock. Bradbury would usually lean over him with one hand in Mitchell's hair, giving him the perfect vantage point to watch the dark, twitching lashes. More often that not he'd lose his momentum and choke, pulling back to gag and splutter in what was less than a dignified manner. Bradbury knew exactly what he'd done and he'd laugh, batting his eyelids and guiding Mitchell down for a second attempt.

But the worst...the absolute worst<\/i> was the third thing that always caught Mitchell's attention, the one thing about Bradbury that had drawn him past friendship and brotherhood for the first time. The way he smelled.

To Mitchell, Bradbury smelled like cigarettes and metal. Stale first-cigarette-of-the-morning smoke, and the faint smell of warm, responsive steel. Like the handle of a gun, warming with the heat of his hands. Sweat and cologne was lost underneath the smoke and the steel, and the combination, to Mitchell, was perfect.

The scent clung to him even after he'd stripped out of his suit, bypassing a shower in favour of digging his fingers into Mitchell's bare hips. Mitchell twisted and changed the position each time, sitting in Bradbury's lap with his legs around his waist, grinding down against his cock and pressing his face against the curve of his neck. It was perfect, and every time he breathed in he brought back the scent of cigarettes and warm metal.

Mitchell occasionally stopped to think about it, how three such specific details were more than a little strange to focus on. It simply never occurred to him that out of the many, many lists of three that had shaped his life, his most favourite parts of Bradbury could be considered very, very normal.


***

\"You know, that's a little kinky...\"

Bradbury frowned, pausing his firm, headboard-shaking thrusting to glance down at Mitchell, arching a blond eyebrow.

\"What's that, boss?\"

\"That,\" Mitchell replied, fingers curling around the edge of his pillow, arms wrenched back above his head. Bradbury had been in a manhandling-sort-of-mood when they had started, and he usually found it safest to find something, anything, to hold on to.

\"That what<\/i>?\"

\"That<\/i> that.\"

Bradbury grunted, his grimace twisting into a sour, strained sort of upside down smile and he leaned back, threatening to pull out completely.

\"You may have noticed, boss, that I'm in the middle of something. Is now the time for mind games?\" he growled, folding his arms across his bare chest. Mitchell whined softly, grabbing two hand-fulls of tattooed bicep and yanking him back down.

\"You keep calling me boss<\/i>. When we're fucking. That doesn't strike you as a little abnormal?\"

Bradbury shrugged, sliding his arm around Mitchell's waist and leaning back, using the momentum to drag him up into his lap. Mitchell gasped, gravity and his own body weight pushing him down onto what, on the best of days, was an extremely thick and heavy prick.

\"Nah. Abnormal would be last week, and I slammed you down so hard that the alarm clock when off and all of the lights started flickering. If that doesn't bother me, why should this?\"

Mitchell frowned a little, propping his knees against Bradbury's considerably larger hips, using the leverage to push up and then grind down, satisfied to hear a sharp moan from what he affectionately thought of as his big, blond ape.

\"\"F-fuck...mmm...I suppose not...\" He shuddered forward, fingers curling against Bradbury's chest, forehead against his chin. He braced himself for the big hands that would settle on his hips, lifting him up and pushing him back down...but there was a hesitation.

\"You know what is<\/i> weird?\"

Mitchell whimpered again, having already decided that the talking portion was over, and it was high time that they got back to the fucking.

\"What?<\/i>\"

Bradbury grinned. \"How much you talk when I'm balls-deep inside of you...you're a chatty lay...\"

\"Well, maybe you should do you job properly...\" Mitchell found himself pouting and turned away, not quite fast enough to prevent Bradbury noticing. He laughed and pressed his thumb to Mitchell's lower lip, pushing down to force his mouth open, sliding two fingers inside.

\"Bet I can think of a dozen better ways to use this thing...


***

Mitchell Hundred had the prettiest mouth in all of New York, and it was starting to piss Rick off.

The damn thing never stopped moving. Ever. When he wasn't talking he was smiling, and when he wasn't smiling his lips were twitching into little clever half-smirks. They moved with every thought, small and deceptively plump.

In a word - pretty.

It drove Rick crazy. It was worse now, knowing that he could do what he wanted with the fucking thing once the day was done and the public eye was shuttered by the privacy of Gracie Mansion. Back before he'd made the dubious decision to get really<\/i> drunk with his employer and friend two New Years Eves ago it wasn't so bad. He could watch from a distance as the end of yet another pen made itself towards those clever lips and comfort himself with the fact that even if he wasn't able to use them to their fullest extent, no one else was, either. Mayor Hundred was a busy man, and getting caught with some faceless man-of-the-week wasn't exactly what his reputation needed.

But now...now that he knew them, knew them intimately<\/i>, it was almost unbearable. Watching him speak, watching him smile...hell, watching him purse his lips in concentration, hesitating before answering, even that was almost too much. Rick would let his mind wander, a dangerous activity for a man working under the title of 'bodyguard'.

They could stretch. Damn<\/i> they could stretch, wide and thin around the base of his cock, cheeks sucked in and creating a tight little vacuum of warm, wet pressure. Mitchell could suck dick like he ate, slept, and breathed. Rick was more than alright with that.

Every smirk was an invitation, and more often than not Rick had pushed him down onto his knees, kept him there, and unbuckled his belt with one hand. Nobody got a response out of him like Mitchell did, his cock was swollen and eagerly twitching in a minute flat. The lips were only the start, too...Rick was far from small, or even average...yet Mitchell could take him to the back of his throat with hardly a pause or a gag, all the while grinning that shit-eating-grin with his eyes alone.

It was no different when they fucked. Mitchell bit his lower lip, bit it until it was swollen and red. The first time Rick noticed it was in a mirror, his hands on Mitchell's hips, dragging him back from where he lay sprawled against the bathroom counter. Rick glanced up once and almost lost it, catching a reflection of Mitchell's face. His eyes were closed, the left side of his face had taken on a slight glow, his cheeks were pink...and by god, he was biting his lip like he was afraid it was going to up and run away. They had cracked the marble counter that day and it still remained in such a state - Mitchell claimed he had yet to think up a convincing story for the repair men.

As insufferable as it was, life in the mayoral office would have been much slower without such a distraction. Rick could happily daydream away the hours of down-time, focusing on what he liked to think of something that was, and would remain, exclusively his. He had a feeling that Mitchell was on to him. There was no fooling that man and, besides...he'd noticed that Mitchell had been smiling and grinning a lot more in the past few months.

It was a good thing, too. Mitchell Hundred did<\/i> have an extraordinarily pretty mouth.


***

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Also, I've been painting again and the housemates are trying to convince me to cart this down to the local comic store and have him sell it for me. Thing is, I'm not sure how much to ask for it. IN any case - art!



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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229695.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229541.html","pubDate":"Sat, 25 Apr 2009 22:09:47 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229541.html","description":"Bea Arthur died<\/a>

Fucking lame.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229541.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229265.html","pubDate":"Sun, 08 Mar 2009 01:12:02 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229265.html","description":"So we saw WATCHMEN last night. Due to much clusterfuckery we didn't get to the midnight premiere, but seeing it the next day is just as good!

First up, we went to Dinner to celebrate Mary going back to school. Burgers = AWESOME



Review bought to you in letter form.


Dear Trailers.

I don't want to see dumb movies about hangovers. I don't want to see Christian Bale in ANYTHING. I don't want to see FEAR IN SPACE. So fuck you for all of a sudden making me OMGS WANT TO SEE ALL OF THOSE MOVIES

Disappointed in my resolve,

Me.

~

Dear Patrick Wilson

I could sit here and talk about your fine, fleshly, ronch-able ass. Instead, I will talk about you being born to play Dan Dreiberg. Oh you geeky, bird-obsessed, so impotent jew. You are the best thing to happen to regular people since...everything. You were perfect. Beyond perfect. Every little self-depreciating gesture, every twitch and duck and nod, the way you held yourself in the suit and every little smile was JUST PERFECT.

All the love in the world,

Me.

~

Dear Softcore Sex Scene

Um. Wow. Really milking that R rating, aren't we? Poor Archie. He'll never be the same. I admire you, Snyder, for sneaking a porno into a blockbuster movie. It was...needed and tasteful, I think, but porn nonetheless. Also, Patrick Wilson's fine fine ass.

Slightly turned on,

Me.

~

Dear Jeffrey Dean Morgan

I have loved you for years, it's true. You were Daddy Winchester, and then Dead Daddy from Weeds. You're gorgeous, and talented, and an all around nice guy. However. You were playing, in this movie, my absolute favourite character from my absolute favourite comic. I knew you would be good, but I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary.

You were hands down the best part of the movie. The Comedian is hard enough to feel sorry for in the book, but actually seeing you do those AWFUL things on the big screen, and yet still have my heart break for you? Holy jesus. There are no words for how much I love you right now. Thank you for sticking with acting. (Also, Snyder, you DODGED A BULLET by leaving in the scene on Moloch's bed.)

Still astounded,

Me.

~

Dear Malin Ackerman

I hate Laurie. I have always hated Laurie, since the first time (out of...12, now?) I read the book. She's shallow, whiney, flaky, and irritating. Thanks to your performance in the film, I now adore her. Relate to her. Sympathize with her. LOVE HER. How did you do this? How were you SO good while playing an awful petulant sob-story?

In shock,

Me.

~

Dear Billy Crudup

See above. How. HOW? I don't like you, I don't like Jon. Yet every little inflection, little touch, the way you carried yourself and the way you took on Jon just broke my heart. I believed<\/i> you.

In huge swinging penis.

Me.

~

Dear Jackie Earl Haley

You have a great name. You do. Three first names, awesome! You and Jeffrey Dean Morgan win! But here's the thing. You've been found out. You're Rorschach. I know it. Everyone that goes to see the movie will know it. Don't think you're fooling anyone, Kovacks, we know the truth.

In awe of your tiny asskickatude,

Me.

~

Dear Carla Gugino and everyone who played the Minute Men

Marry me.

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Dear Matthew Goode

I was worried about you. You made a lot of changes, took a lot of liberties. You really thought about Ozy in terms of his motivation, his past, where he came from and how he would validate what it was that he was going to do. I respect that. But I was worried. Worried about the feminine aspect, the accent, the backstory.

I apologize. I take back every concern I might have had concerning your Ozymandias. I take it all<\/i> back. In fact, I bow at your feet. And don't think I missed the file on your computer labeled BOYS.

Wishing I had your accent,

Me.

~

Dear Hollis Mason and Bubastis.

More of you in the Director's cut, pls.

In heartbreak,

Me.

~

Dear The Soundtrack.

NICELY DONE! Very nicely done! Everything was perfect, and really helped age the movie and bring us through every time change. Unforgettable over the Comedian's death scene and The Sound Of Silence at his funeral was especially poignant. Hallelujah over the sex montage was a little...corny, but then again it was a scene portraying the fetishistic nature of those that wear the capes and cowls, so I'm quite happy with it. And as Mary said, props for the Leonard Cohen version.

Listening to Dylan for the first time in years,

Me.

~

Dear Snyder

You dodged a bullet. No, you made like Ozy and you CAUGHT the bullet. I am now a convert, and I shall worship at the Alter of Snyder. You took on one hell of a project, and you took a hell of a chance with changing it. But...you did good. You did REALLY good. Everything you did, you did with love and respect for the source material. You are a fan, and the film is a tribute. You changed the ending...but it had the same result, and I can respect that. Yes, the new ending was much better than the VAGINA SQUID OF SQUISHY DOOM. I liked it. I LOVED IT. I caught every single nod you put in to the fans of the book, which was at a rate of one per scene. Now go on. Go out there, go into the world, and show people how fans make movies.

And yes, I saw you standing behind the Comedian with Clay Enos as you torched the Vietnamese. And I caught the 300 on Eddie's door. You beautiful, smug bastard.

Now a solid fan,

Me.

~

Dear Alan Moore.

Put down the sock puppet, pick out your best velvet bowler hat, and go see the movie. You may be surprised. Take Neil Gaiman with you, he seems to be a calming influence.

With fear and respect,

Me.

~

Dear me.

Wanna go see it again tomorrow?

Yes, yes I do,

Me.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229265.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229000.html","pubDate":"Fri, 20 Feb 2009 00:24:04 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229000.html","description":"Wheeee.....it's been so long since I posted in here. Uhm. Nothing's happening! Life at the moment consists of RP, WATCHMEN, RP, WATCHMEN, etc etc etc.

So speaking of RP, it's my civic duty to pimp this game I've joined over on IJ. I KNOW SOME OF YOU HOS WILL BE INTO THIS. C'mon. Support a brand, spanking (heh) new game. Mary's over there too!

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And on that note - Watchmen!<\/font><\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/229000.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228839.html","pubDate":"Fri, 13 Feb 2009 03:48:23 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228839.html","description":"Man.

I wanna start writing QOTSA slash again.

But...what? Any ideas?","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228839.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228450.html","pubDate":"Wed, 07 Jan 2009 10:24:36 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228450.html","description":"Porn for the 5th!

I'll be linking straight to my IJ account for this one, as there's some questionable age content in there...


Batman\/Nightwing(Robin) - Easier<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228450.html?view=comments#comments","category":["pornathon","nighwing","dc","batman"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228256.html","pubDate":"Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:57:26 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228256.html","description":"Porn for the 4th! Uhm...don't judge me for this...

Pairing:<\/b> Hank Pym (Giantman)\/Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Fandom:<\/b> Marvel
Ratings\/Warnings:<\/b> NC:17. This is...fucked up. Warnings for Giantism, non-con, a little blood, and general humiliation. Really, it's nothing worse than what Marvel has done to Tony.



Tony had, once again, pushed Hank Pym too far.

It started out like every other pathetic, pedantic argument. Tony picking away at Hank's current state of instability, Hank calling into question Tony's effectiveness without the suit. On and on it went, passing the point where they would usually have been forced apart. This time, however, there was no Steve to stand in the middle, a broad hand against either chest. Thor, the other usual peacemaker was nowhere to be seen. They were alone in the locker room, a fact which, in hindsight, Tony should probably have taken into consideration before pushing Hank as far as he did.

The roof buckled as it pushed flush against Hank's spine. Hanging fluorescent lights hung either side of his expanding ribcage, two of them having shattered and sprayed sparks across the floor. Hank didn't seem to notice, it would have felt like gravel beneath his feet.

Tony's clothes had been ripped away by one finger the size of a dining chair, hooking in the collar of his shirt and tearing straight down. The same hand now held him against the wall, a think pinky finger pushing his head up and back. He stared at the ceiling and the top half of Hanks forehead, panting hard and willing himself to stay silent.

\"Not so tough...\" Hank hissed, the palm of his hand covering Tony's entire body. He held him still and secure, thumb crooking and parting his legs. Tony whimpered, but said no more. \"...without your fucking suit, are you, Stark?\"

He lowered himself down onto his knees, shattered fluorescent tubes crunching against his skin. One huge hand joined the first, the edge of his forefinger nail scraping the inside of Tony's thigh. He bucked, straining against the hand that kept him pinned to the wall, not unlike a moth thumbtacked to a board. He groaned, his prick stirring and growing hard against the touch.

\"Whore,\" Hank laughed, his voice throaty, his breath close enough to stir Tony's hair. He tilted his finger, pressing the rough pad against the underside of Tony's cock. \"Media whore. Fame whore. Needy whore...\"

Tony shook his head, still not trusting himself to speak and instead turning away. One huge knuckle pressed to his cheek, turning him back. Hank spat at him, and Tony did all he could not to gag.

\"You make me sick...\" the verbal barrage continued as Hank's touch grew more desperate, more violent. He turned Tony, pressing him face first against the wall with the heel of his palm against the small of his back. Tony's arms were above his head, his face flushed pink. The tip of Hank's ring finger, wet and huge, the nail trimmed short, pressed tightly against his ass.

\"S-stop!\" Tony yelped, speaking before he could swallow the words. His cheeks flushed a deeper red, and he shamefully pushed his hips against the wall, moaning as the cold surface grazed his swollen prick. \"Just stop, Pym...\"

Hank laughed. He pushed his finger harder against Tony, grinning as it forced another panicked yelp. There was no way it would fit, not without extensive stretching or a deep sadistic streak. Even Hank couldn't take it that far, but seeing Tony whimper and scrabble against the wall was more than enough.

\"You're going to come for me, Stark,\" he muttered, his voice low enough to shake the remaining light fixtures. \"All over that wall. Do you know why?\"

Tony shook his head, cheek pressed against cold metal, but he spoke regardless. There was no denying Hank what he wanted. \"Because I'm...a whore...is that what you want?\"

The finger moved away, leaving Tony with nothing more than a firm palm against his spine and cold air against the back of his thighs. Something wet joined the cool sensation, something warner, something thick. Hank's tongue pushed his legs apart, curling to lick from the base of his prick, over his tightly swollen balls, giving a teasing flick at his ass. He cried out, pressing his fists against his eyes, seeing nothing but black and stars.

The tongue moved slowly, leaving him wet and shaking with every stroke, spreading his ass and lingering long enough to make it almost<\/i> alright. Hank's hands moved either side of Tony's shoulders, index and middle finger pressed against each wrist. He held him against the wall, posed, like a doll.

Tony's hips began to twitch by the fourth time Hank's tongue left him shaking, probing a little deeper, lingering a little longer. He closed his eyes and twisted against the fingers that, just for a second, he wished would join the grotesquely huge tongue. He whimpered, swallowed his pride, and came with the tip of Hank Pym's tongue pressed tightly against the back of his balls.

Once he was no longer shaking and whimpering, instead panting and gasping, Hank seemed to lose interest. He dropped him and pulled back, plucking glass from his knees with blunt fingernails before shrinking. Tony slumped against the wall, come smeared from his abdomen to his throat.

\"Not so tough,\" Hank spat, pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he left, leaving Tony almost alone. Janet stood in the doorway, eyes downcast until Hank had vanished into the hallway.

\"You should have known better than to push him, Tony,\" she spoke with gentle understand, heels crunching on the glass as she passed him a clean shirt, shoes and a pair of pants. \"Trust me. He's not easy to get away from.\"

<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/228256.html?view=comments#comments","category":["tony stark","marvel","pornathon","hank pym"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227955.html","pubDate":"Sun, 04 Jan 2009 05:09:13 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227955.html","description":"Pornathon, day three!!

Back to the classics ^_^

Pairing:<\/b> Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)\/Logan (Wolverine)
Fandom:<\/b> X-Men (Marvel)
Warnings:<\/b> Graphic sexual encounter, claws. Writing while exhausted.





Kurt had a very deep trust in Logan. The kind of trust you had for a man who had saved your life, whose life you in turn had saved, and would continue to do so in the future. That trust didn't stop his fur from standing on end when he heard the rasping whisper of Logan's claws being unsheathed, or when he felt the razor metal press against his stomach.

\"D...don't...\" he whimpered, head pushed back against a wall, his back arched and his spine spring-tight, frozen in place.Logan glanced up, and grinned.

\"Have a little faith, elf,\" he replied, gruff and amused. His fingers tightened around Kurt's prick and he stroked from base to tip, naked claws scraping over Kurt's abdomen. They grazed through the softer, silkier hair of his stomach, tiny blue flecks falling between them. His knuckles twitched, and Kurt sobbed.

\"Logan!\"

He laughed gently, leaning in and biting the corded muscle along the side of his neck. Beneath the fur, dark skin flushed black, and Logan moaned.

\"You're getting dark again,\" Logan spoke against his neck, tightening his grip around the base of Kurt's cock. Kurt glanced down, whimpering as he caught sight of the head of his cock, wet and swollen deep, dark purple, dripping pre-come over Logan's exposed claws.

\"Can't...c-can't believe you're doing this,\" Kurt bit into the side of his own cheek, thick fingers splayed out against the wall behind him. Logan laughed, leaning forward until the claws pressed tightly to his skin, pushing the last, tiny fraction of space before they sliced into his belly. Kurt cried out, and came across Logan's wrist, his fingers, and his claws.

\"Yeah,\" he replied, lifting his hand and licking it as Kurt collapsed against the wall. \"You said that the last eight times.\"

<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227955.html?view=comments#comments","category":["marvel","pornathon","x-men","nightcrawler","wolvering"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227693.html","pubDate":"Sun, 04 Jan 2009 05:00:16 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227693.html","description":"Pornathon, January 2nd!

This is a huge departure for me. You all now how much I hate Batman, but holy shit. Batman The Brave and the Bold is just...so fucking amazing. How could I not? I really tried to capture the campy, noir-esque, internal monologue-y feel of the show.

Fandom:<\/b> Batman, The Brave and the Bold
Pairing:<\/b> Batman\/Green Arrow
Rating\/Warnings:<\/b> Non graphic sex, Bat-thoughts.




You could say that Green Arrow and I are competitive. Truth is, there's no one I'd rather have at my side in a pinch.

Or beside me at night. Under my hands, or between my legs. We get a little competitive, it's true, but it's all in fun.

It always starts with him. He's a hothead, and he thinks that once he has me down, he can keep me that way. I let him get away with it.

For about a minute.

He has a smile on his face when I flip him. Green Arrow is always smiling, he's always joking. Usually I would say there's no place for jokes when you're fighting crime, but to be honest he's something of a relief. I think it, even as my hands lock around his wrists.

\"What's the matter, Bats?\" he asks, green hat knocked off of blonde hair. \"Afraid I'll top you?\"

I smirk. Archers. \"Since when?\"

\"Since always.\"

\"In your dreams.\"

It's routine from there. Arrow gives a half-hearted struggle, but he knows I have him. I always do. He's done struggling by the time my fingers are inside him, and his cliver hands have found their way under my cowl. With one hand free I pull his mask away, and I don't even mind as he does the same. I'd trust Green Arrow with my life, and I do so every time he sees past the Bat.

My fingers are free and I push into him, keeping him in the middle of the bed with a hand either side of his chest. He could squirm away any time he wants, but I know him well. He's flashy, light-hearted and a deadly aim...but I know what he wants.

His back arches like a tight bow and snaps when he bucks, legs wrapping around my waist and squeezing tight. When he comes, he comes screaming, even with my hand pressed tight to his mouth. He laughs, and he grins, and when I pull out he stretches like a cat.

\"Got you again, Bruce,\" he closes his eyes, handing me back my mask. I toss his onto his chest.

\"Since when, Ollie?\"

\"Since always.\"

I smirk. So things can get a little competitive between us, it's true. And maybe once in a while, I let him win. In his dreams.

<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227693.html?view=comments#comments","category":["batmanbatb","pornathon","dc","green arrow"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227104.html","pubDate":"Thu, 01 Jan 2009 08:52:29 GMT","title":"Pornathon!","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227104.html","description":"Happy New Years, everyone! Mine was spent watching the Justice League Unlimited tv series and eating donuts. Fat, geeky and classy...awww yeah.

ANYWAY. I have a resolution. Because my fic writing completely dropped off this year, I am committing myself to writing a little snippet every day for the remainder of the month. Not just any snippet, but porn. Straight up porn. I feel like I've forgotten how to write the raunchy shit, so it's time to sack up.

I will be writing a variety of random pairings from different fandoms. Pairings will be repeated, expanded upon, etc etc. You all know what I'm in to, so leave me a request if you have one, or any particular kink you would like to see. I can't promise a request will be fulfilled, but I would appreciate the inspiration.

SO! To kick things off, here is the pairing that made the past year for me.

Pairing:<\/b> Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Fandom:<\/b> Comics (Marvel)
Rating\/Warnings:<\/b> NC:17, graphic description of Male\/Male sex. Unedited, because my Beta is currently passed out. Tell me if I missed something ^_^



It's always the scales that his fingers find first.

Of course, Steve has to be wearing the shirt, and he usually is. Fighting brings out a soldier's adrenaline in him that in turn brings out his more carnal urges. Like everything, it's heightened by the serum and Tony does everything he can to hold on, to lay still, to keep the cries locked firmly in the back of his throat. So when he can, he reaches for the scale mail of Steve's uniform shirt.

His fingernails tear flecks of blue paint from the Kevlar when Steve pushes in. Steve's big, but he'll stretch, he's tight, but he will adjust. Steve tears him, but he'll heal, and Steve will never know that he causes him pain. He's always gentle, always tender, but it will always hurt purely by reason of what<\/i> he is. As far as Tony's concerned, you take the bad with the exceptionally good.

He hooks his fingers beneath a series of scales as Steve lifts his hips clean off the bench, seating him against his own and pushing past tight, aching muscle. What should be a scream comes out as a low, throaty moan and panting, gasped specks of saliva catch in his goatee. Steve smiles and wipes them away, muttering encouraging praise against the soft spot just beneath Tony's jaw, between Adam's apple and corded muscle.

Tony often thinks about the metal and leather beneath his hands, even when his mind should be on the hard, hot-ice burn pressing in and then dragging out, the steel fingers pressing his hips against the bed. Usually, it's all he can do to distract himself in an attempt not to come. Steve lasts much longer than he does, fucking him after he comes, driving him past the point of what could be considered bearable sensation. When Steve comes Tony is half hard again, and he curls against an immense chest with one hand around his prick. That's when he stops thinking about the scales beneath the fingers, and starts thinking about the hand that joins his own.

Steve usually thinks it's funny. \"You've scratched up my uniform again,\" he says with a frown, a little smirk growing from one corner of his mouth. Tony shrugs, and stretches out on the bed like a cat in a patch of sun.

\"Did I?\" he replies, scratching idly at the faint bruise beneath his jaw. \"Maybe you should take it off next time...\"

Steve grins, curling behind him and covering his entire hip with one hand. \"No. I think you like it.\"","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/227104.html?view=comments#comments","category":["marvel","pornathon","steve\/tony"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226954.html","pubDate":"Sat, 22 Nov 2008 01:42:31 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226954.html","description":"So. I just watched the second episode of the new Batman cartoon, Batman: The Brave and the Bold, or something.

And I...like Batman.

No. I LOVE BATMAN.

Holy CRAP that was SO good. I want more. Mooooore. More...I never thought I'd say this...BATMAN!

Fingers crossed for Booster.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226954.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226764.html","pubDate":"Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:31:07 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226764.html","description":"Dear Yuletide Santa.


Well, this took a while. Sorry! But thank you, THANK YOU for signing up, I'm very excited and know it will be GREAT!

In any fandom you may have gotten, or chosen to write, I like it dark. I like it fucked up. I like the unexpected, so feel free to take any wild left turns you wish. I'm talking fucked up, but it doesn't have to be strictly that. Moments of interspersed comedy and sweetness are always appreciated!

I like a good mix of talk and action. I like the absurdly witty, the black comedies. I like to know what the character is thinking, what they're feeling. A little background is always enjoyed, especially is you take liberties with it. Introspection, internal monologues, all are very much enjoyed.

But most important of all? Write it for you. If you don't do the dark and despairing, THAT'S FINE! The best fic will be one that I KNOW you enjoyed writing, and I myself will get the most enjoyment out of that. THANK YOU and THANK YOU!","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226764.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226342.html","pubDate":"Wed, 05 Nov 2008 21:01:20 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226342.html","description":"So, while still in very high hopes from last night, the whole Proposition 8 drama is a little bit of a downer. To be honest, I have my own thoughts and feelings which would make me very, very unpopular with a lot of people. Basically, what it comes down to for me (and having lived through the whole drama already in NZ), is that everyone should have equal rights. EVERYONE. But gays, straights, whatever, settle down. You've seen how long it took for equal racial rights in the country, and the light at the end of the tunnel is a black President. Stay with it, fags of all types, it will happen, but it will take longer than this. Just remember, marriage is a word. Stop fighting for the word, start fighting for the rights. Sometimes, all it takes is a little careful wording.

It worked in NZ, right?

In any case, I woke up thismorning with a new hope for my life as an American. American. Damn, that feels good to say.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226342.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226120.html","pubDate":"Wed, 05 Nov 2008 04:16:06 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226120.html","description":"Today, I get to stay in the country that I love, with the woman I'm going to marry.

I am so happy, and crying so hard right now.

Also, I have never been prouder to live in the south. You might have stayed red, but it didn't come by much.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/226120.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225931.html","pubDate":"Sun, 02 Nov 2008 06:33:06 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225931.html","description":"NANO - Day one.

WRITERS BLOCK!

AWESOME!!!!!!!<\/strike>

1399 words. Awwwww yeah! Not the plot and idea I was going to go with, but this one came much easier. Whatever works, right?","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225931.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225057.html","pubDate":"Sun, 28 Sep 2008 03:07:45 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225057.html","description":"Yeah, it's just a concept sketch...

But I totally came.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/225057.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224877.html","pubDate":"Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:32:03 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224877.html","description":"Here's something important to consider.

IF YOU WRITE FANFICTION ABOUT A BAND THAT YOU LOVE, DON'T THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE FAMOUS, THEY DON'T SURF THE INTERNET AND WILL FIND THE MOST FUCKED UP STUFF THAT YOU WRITE ABOUT THEM.

IT HAPPENS

OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM FREAKING OUT.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224877.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224559.html","pubDate":"Tue, 19 Aug 2008 08:49:16 GMT","author":"duffnstuff","link":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224559.html","description":"I could never adore this man as much as I do right now.



Iron Man Says He \"Didn't Get\" Batman Movie



Robert Downey Jr. may only be spoofing, as he reportedly does to hilarious effect playing a white Australian actor playing an African-American soldier in Tropic Thunder, but he has boldly given The Dark Knight its worst review yet. When asked during an interview with MovieHole.net about the Batman sequel, Downey said that he \"didn't get it. ... [I] still can't tell you what happened in the movie, what happened to the character.\" He said that while watching the movie, it dawned on him, \"I get it. This is so high-brow and so f***ing smart, I clearly need a college education to understand this movie.\" He then added, \"You know what? F*** DC comics. That's all I have to say and that's where I'm really coming from.\" Last month, Downey starred as Iron Man, created by DC comics' principal rival, Marvel.","comments":"https:\/\/duffnstuff.livejournal.com\/224559.html?view=comments#comments"}]}}