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crack_van2009-12-05 12:07 pm
kari-hermione.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-12-05 12:07 pm
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Tease by dubh_ceol (NC-17)
Fandom: BOONDOCK SAINTS
Pairing: Connor MacManus/Murphy MacManus
Length: about 1,360
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website:
Why this must be read: This is pure porn but it's well written and in character porn featuring bondage. I just really like this story alot. It never fails to make me smile when I'm having a horrible day and it always makes me go *oh boys*.
“Damnit, will ya fucken stop teasin’?” Connor growls at Murphy, who just smirks down from his perch on Connor’s chest. Connor pulls against the cuffs on his wrists again, knowing it's pointless, but still unwilling to just take this without a fight.
Fuckit. One thing Murphy has to be a master of. One thing. Fucken knots. Connor glances from the black leather cuffs encircling his wrists, along the rope that twisted through the o-rings, up to the headboard, where they ended in a complex looking knot.
“Ya put somethin’ in the coffee, didn’t ya?” Connor accuses, unwilling to believe that his reflexes had failed him badly enough to get him into this situation. One moment he was putting down his coffee cup, the next, pinned to the bed, with cuffs ship around his wrists. Murphy looks shocked at the idea of desecrating coffee in such a manner.
Tease
Pairing: Connor MacManus/Murphy MacManus
Length: about 1,360
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website:
Why this must be read: This is pure porn but it's well written and in character porn featuring bondage. I just really like this story alot. It never fails to make me smile when I'm having a horrible day and it always makes me go *oh boys*.
“Damnit, will ya fucken stop teasin’?” Connor growls at Murphy, who just smirks down from his perch on Connor’s chest. Connor pulls against the cuffs on his wrists again, knowing it's pointless, but still unwilling to just take this without a fight.
Fuckit. One thing Murphy has to be a master of. One thing. Fucken knots. Connor glances from the black leather cuffs encircling his wrists, along the rope that twisted through the o-rings, up to the headboard, where they ended in a complex looking knot.
“Ya put somethin’ in the coffee, didn’t ya?” Connor accuses, unwilling to believe that his reflexes had failed him badly enough to get him into this situation. One moment he was putting down his coffee cup, the next, pinned to the bed, with cuffs ship around his wrists. Murphy looks shocked at the idea of desecrating coffee in such a manner.
Tease