I Never Knew This Light Could Be So Violent
Pairing: Nick Burckhardt/Eddie Monroe
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: slight violence, possessive!nature, really flannelly descriptions!
Authors notes: Title is based on my mishearing of a line from No Light No Light by Florence and the Machine.
This is my first foray into fic for the Grimm fandom, and I might write more if the muses are so inclined
 
 
 
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 Yer a wizard, Hilary.
Rating: Gen
Crossover with Harry Potter.
Author’s Notes: When I awoke this morning I did not think I would be crossing over these fandoms, however this is what happened and um yeah… *Runs away and hides*

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Title; Stuck in the middle with you.
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Connor/Becker/Ryan
Warnings; smutty smutty smut
Authors notes; written in paper on a train and posted by phone. If the formatting is borked I apologise and will fix later. Typed on my phone whilst waiting ti see Darren Crie
Connor's in the middle again. As far as Connor can remember he's always in the middle if its the three of them. Either that or its him and Ryan, or him and Becker.

Right now he has the younger captain below him, bodies pressed together along their entire length as Becker's hand turns Connor into a rapidly melting lump of human, toying with his balls and cock almost mercilessly. His captain's have already wrung two orgasms from his sweat soaked body this evening and seem determined to go for a third.

Ryan's tongue is doing wonderful things to his already sore, abused, arse. Pressing and flicking over it in ways that make Connor buck forward into Becker's hands and then back onto Ryan's tongue.

He's pretty sure the orgasm he can feel building is going to kill him, or at the very least maim him mentally.

"Fuck." He groans into Becker's shoulder as a thick, calloused finger works into him and presses, hard, too fucking hard, on his prostate. Well, he thinks he groans but judging by Becker's wince and mutter of 'jesus christ Conn, my eardrums,' he may have screamed it.

He finally gets his train of thought back when Ryan let's up the pressure enough for him to breathe. He's always in the middle, he wants to see them playing with each other. Becker on his knees with Ryan's fingers spreading him open. Ryan swallowing around Becker's cock lodged in his throat as Connor watches.

That image, coupled with a particularly vicious twist of Ryan's fingers inside him and Becker's wrist around him, so in sync he thinks that being a special forces captain requires telepathy, pushes him over the edge. He bites down on Becker's shoulder hard, knowing it'll bruise even as supernovas explode before his eyes.

Becker's lips are pressed to his neck, pressing spit slick and bitten lipped kisses into the skin there, small nips of his teeth dragging the sensation (painpleasurepainpleasure) out longer than Connor wants but clearly what Connor craves. Ryan's fingers are still in him, but his tongue is moving, just small, he assumes supposed to be soothing, strokes over the skin.

He finally slumps, spent and filthy, letting Becker take his weight after what feels like hours.

"Broken." He mumbled into the fevered skin under his mouth, and his slitted open eyes can just make out the teeth marks he made, and he notes with detachment how they'll likely bruise. He manages to lift a hand enough to poke a finger into the centre of the bite mark, grinning weakly when Becker jerks and slaps him on the arse once.

"Little brat." The captain mutters. Biting into Connor's neck hard enough he knows he's wearing a scarf to work the next.day, easier than explaining to Stephen how its consensual, and no he's not being abused (well no more than he wants to be anyway) thank you very much.

That said the shiver he gets when Stephen *glares at Becker, and he only ever seems to glare at Becker, is kinda nice, so maybe no scarf?

"Stephen doesn't like you." He mumbled as Ryan slides his fingers from Connor, who winces at the sensation.

"No; Stephen doesn't like me fucking you. There's a difference." Becker says rolling Connor onto the bed and grimacing at the state of them both. "We're disgusting."

Connor hears Ryan's low chuckle as he moves off through bed and saunters, fucking saunters, into the bathroom and returns with damp flannel, he flicks one at Becker and uses the other to clean himself up.

Becker cleans them both up and flings the cloth back to Ryan, aiming for his face, Ryan deftly moves, catches it and throws both into the sink with a resounding splat.

"Why do you only ever fuck me?" Connor asks, half way to sleep, but right now it seems like the most important question ever.

"We don't just fuck you, there was way more than fucking there, right Hils?"

"Definitely."

Connor doesn't need to look up to know they are wearing matching grins, and he shifts over to lie on Becker as Ryan slides the duvet up and over the three of them.

"Not what I mean. You never do anything with each other. Just me. Why?" He sighs as Ryan's arm goes around his waist, splaying fingers over Becker's stomach, and Becker's hand settles on his hip.

"Because we love you." Ryan says, dropping a kiss to the back of Connor's neck.

"But you don't love each other?" Connor asks. For some reason he feels stupidly young anew naive, and his first reaction is to burrow bids face into Becker's chest and muffled what he says next. "Why are you both here then?"

He feels Becker laugh, Ryan's answering huff of breath against the back of his neck and hue indignation flares.

"Fine, laugh at me." He tries to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs on the bed, pushing up on Becker's chest and feeling Ryan's arms tighten, holding him still.

"Not laughing at you, Conn." Becker says, hand reaching up to touch his face and run a thumb over his lips. "Never at you. I do love Tom, I do."

"And I love Hils. Stop wriggling Connor, please its...distracting."

Connors looking down, at the pillows,the sheets, anywhere but into Becker's eyes.

"Conn, look at me please?" He hates the tone in Becker's voice. It sounds like pleading and its wrong, oh so wrong.

He looks up, letting Becker press a kiss to his lips, soft, sweet, loving.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? It's late, we're tired, and you Pet get cranky when you're tired." Ryan's voice is quiet but Connor feels every word against his back where they have become pressed together.

"I just..." Becker cuts him off with a kiss. Still slow and sweet. Pulling back he looks into Connor's eyes.

"I will prove it tomorrow night, just please Connor, sleep. Now."

"But..." Ryan's growl cuts him off, and makes him shiver.

"Tomorrow night. Just please, sleep." Becker says, letting his hand slip past Connor's head and his fingers touch Ryan's cheek softly.

"Ok but I'll hold you to it. Tomorrow night."

 Ficlet.
Rating: PG-13 (if that)
Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: schmoop and fluff…
Author’s notes: written to break the writers block, it’s short and saccharine and no where near as porny as I’d like it to be, hopefully I can remedy that.
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Pretty one.
Pairing: Rory/TARDIS (mentions of Rory/Amy, TARDIS/Doctor)
Rating: pg-13, nothing racy.
Warning: None really. Written in 2nd person.
Authors notes: Tamest thing I think I’ve ever written, and you know what I do actually quite like it.

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 Ok, so another quickie post.

I would post this on facebook, but I have family on facebook who know far more than they should, so lets keep some of it private shall we?

Is it weird when looking at sex toys, for research I would like to add, to stop thinking 'oh that would work' and start thinking 'that just looks like it would be plain cold!'?

I think it's proof of apathy setting in if nothing else!

Anyhoo, hi there and hello!

I am writing, it's just not going as quickly as I thought it would!

Any cheerleading would be most appreciated!

Love to your mothers,
Rl
xxx

 Just a quick rant and then hopefully it'll be back to my normal sporadic posting...

There are a few word mistakes that throw me out of a fic quicker than a mammoth on the M25...

"Taunt" instead of "Taut", EG, "he was taunt across the bed." "the ropes were taunt" etc etc
"Prostrate" instead of "prostate", EG, "a nail raked across his prostrate." etc etc

Seriously, I get it when it happens once, and fuck knows I've written 'form' instead of 'from' more times than I care to remember, but when it happens every time you use that word in a fic, then that's an issue!

Anyway, as an update, I have more White Collar bunnies, but will probably wait for the season to restart on 17th.

And I started reworking a Primeval fic last night which hopefully I can finish in the next few days, or else I shall feel like I've let myself down.

How is everyone anyway? Long time no post anything that doesn't have porn in it!

Rl
xxx

So Much Movement Happens In This Stillness.
Pairing: Neal/Peter, Neal/Mozzie
Rating: NC-17
Sequel/Prequel to Both, Neither
Disclaimer: Still not mine, title is taken from a quote by Richard Land.
Warning: Bondage, voyeurism, mostly bondage though.
A/N’s: After the lovely reviews I got on Both, Neither I wrote a sequel/prequel thing and this is it. Hope you enjoy it.
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Both, Neither
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage, self-bondage, orgasm control, D/s, blowjobs…
Disclaimer: So not mine…
A/N’s: This fic was not supposed to be written, I was supposed to be going to sleep for work tomorrow, not writing this. Whatever the hell this is.
Hope someone enjoys it.

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FULL ON EXPLOSIVE SQUEEING HAS ENSUED!

 A quick update.
I saw this on looking4tarzan's journal and had to give it a go.

I'm loving the Ros!

And Lauren Laverne is gonna be on a show with Charlie Brooker and David Mitchell (Bitchell is my OTP, also think I might be the only person to refer to it as Bitchell!) So if I could be a cross between Ros Myers and Lauren Laverne I'd be exceedingly happy, Jo Whiley's cool though, so it's not that bad!

Meet your BBC personality...

Congratulations!

Based on what you've told us, if you were a BBC personality, you'd be

40% Spooks' Ros Myers
30% Radio 1's Jo Whiley
30% 6 Music's Lauren Laverne

You love TV that’s sharp and well-crafted so you probably enjoy home-grown British comedy. Films are important to you and you’re probably ahead of the crowd when it comes to technology. You’re likely to love spending time online -whether it’s finding out more about your favourite personalities and interests or organising your social life!

Ok, stole this analyse your writing idea from looking4tarzan and did it for 5 different fics.

Alive, Fumble a Try and Between a Rock and a Hard Place






Laced and A Small Sacrifice







Apparently I've progressed from Palahniuk to Joyce... Surely that's a move back! Also I've never read anything by Joyce.