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	<title>Digital Paper</title>
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	<description>Male/Male erotic fiction by Gryvon</description>
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		<title>Liar&#8217;s Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 23:25:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Hellboy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Hellboy/Myers]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[John is distracted the first time he hears the enraged shout. It registers in a back corner of his mind and goes no further. He's got a tongue in his mouth, a little longer than what he's used to and a lot more flexible, and there are appendages roaming his body, touching in just the right places. It all feels so, so good. Good enough that it takes him by surprise when it's all suddenly gone, ripped away with an angry snarl that sounds very familiar.

His mouth hangs open, cold now that the warm, wet pressure is gone. He blinks. It takes him a moment to focus. There had been quite a few appendages doing naughty things to his lower anatomy through his clothing, and his brain is momentarily stuck down there, mourning the loss of the pleasant friction.

Then John's realizes that that was Hellboy's roar he'd heard. All the color drains from his face. Mortification rips through him, making him wish for a convenient rift to open up and swallow him. Sadly, interdimensional rifts rarely happen when convenient. His embarrassment lasts for a whole five seconds, then Hellboy punches C'thala'rhyleh in the face.]]></description>
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		<title>Giveaway: Tentacles! Non-Con! Gunkink! Oh, My!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 02:32:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Gunkink]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Tentacles]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<b>Tentacles Anthology - July 20</b>

My story, 'Dark Covenant', was accepted to <a href="http://stormmoonpress.com/">Storm Moon Press</a>'s Tentacles anthology. Yes, you read that right. Tentacle porn! Soooooo looking forward to reading this anthology. My story's fantasy with a slight steampunkish twist. There's magic and demons and lots of sex. Should be out July 20.]]></description>
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		<title>Mirror, Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Grimm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Threesomes]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The mirror arrived five days after Juliette left. At first Nick thought it was something she ordered, but the package was in his name. There was no return address. It came in a thick wooden crate, about as tall as a mini-fridge and as thick as a dictionary. He had to rummage in the garage for a  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Coming Together</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/coming-together?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=coming-together</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Grimm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Het]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Double Penetration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Pegging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Threesomes]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Monroe stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His hair wasn&#8217;t quite right. He licked his palm and slicked it back as best he could, but the ends still stuck out kind of funny. The neon numbers on the clock stared at him accusingly. He was cutting it close as it was, he didn&#8217;t really have  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Green Grows the Holly</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/original/green-grows-the-holly?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=green-grows-the-holly</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 01:21:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Original Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Breathplay]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Incest]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Green grows the holly.
So does the ivy.
Though winter&#8217;s blasts blow never so high,
Green grows the holly.
As the holly grows green
And never changes hue,
So I am &#8212; ever have been &#8211;
unto my lady true.
A cold breeze swept through the chapel courtyard, tossing a light dusting of snow across the Green  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cinder</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/original/cinder?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=cinder</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 00:52:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Rimming]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cinder clutched the basket of clean linens to his chest as he ran through the halls, trying hard to not spill the sheets or break anything in his haste. Thankfully the halls had long since been cleared of most of the decorative tables and expensive, incredibly fragile ornaments that had once lined  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bad Ideas and Better Company</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/bad-ideas-and-better-company?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=bad-ideas-and-better-company</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:17:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Junjou Romantica]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Miyagi/Shinobu]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Usami/Misaki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was a bad idea from the start.

Misaki had gone in looking for a few volumes of manga when he'd seen it. That book. That obnoxious, idiotic book. The title – Dating Older Men – was scrawled across the front in pink glittery script. Normally he'd just ignore it. There was a time when he wouldn't have even given it a second glance but Usami had been acting weird lately. It was the kind of weird that made him worry – had he done something wrong, had he forgotten something important, had something happened that Usami didn't think he could talk to Misaki about.

He was probably over-thinking things. He did that, and then the problem always turned out to be something stupid like a misplaced teddy bear or the plot for another smutty novel.

Still, that book.... He kept catching glimpses of it out of the corner of his eye. It was like it was following him around the store, only without ever moving. He was browsing the manga shelves when he first saw it, sitting on a display table at the back of the store. He wandered over to look at cookbooks and he saw it again. Two girls giggled and pointed at it as they walked past. He turned the corner, into the aisle with the computer manuals and it still pulled at his eye. It was everywhere.]]></description>
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		<title>Belonging</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/belonging?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=belonging</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Suits]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Bondage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sounding]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Harvey/Mike]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The crowd at Veronica's was different that night. There weren't that many people out, not like most nights. He recognized most of the regulars, gave a quick polite nod to the few he had frequent dealings with. A steady bass beat filtered through the sound system, not quite fast enough to dance too but enough to get the blood moving from the suggestive rhythm. He found a perch by the bar and leaned back, letting his body relax loose and lithe across a stool. A few eyes lingered on him but it took a while before anyone approached.

He flirted. People came and went. Men brought him drinks, not enough to get him plastered but enough that his perch got a little more unstable.

Mike realized something was wrong when the guy he was talking to – propositioning, really, but he had a small part of his brain that tried to pretend he wasn't here to get paid for kinky sex – suddenly paled, stammered an excuse, and ran away. There wasn't any other way to describe it. The guy actually fled. Like there was a tiger chasing him kind of fled. For a second Mike thought it'd been something he'd said, but their conversation had actually been going pretty good. They'd gotten through the initial flatteries and the guy had moved on to the detail – where, what, how much. They'd been seconds from closing the deal, which was the part Mike hated the most because it was the part where he always debated totally not doing this, giving it up and never coming back.]]></description>
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		<title>In Shadows Found</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/in-shadows-found?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=in-shadows-found</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 06:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Harry Potter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sensory Deprivation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Threesomes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Snape/Draco/Harry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Castle Atrexia sat on a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of swamp. There was a smell coming off of the swamp, a stench so foul and complex that Harry couldn't identify the individual parts, though if he had to hazard a guess he'd say it was six parts rotting corpse and three parts sewer. It was horrid and he hated it. The rain only seemed to make the smell worse. It certainly did nothing for his mood. Harry hated the rain. It reminded him of far too many bad things - of people dying, the smell of blood, and the inevitable certainty that he will die. Bad things always happened in the rain.]]></description>
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		<title>The Case of the Missing Necklace</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/the-case-of-the-missing-necklace?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=the-case-of-the-missing-necklace</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 21:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Psych]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Psychic Case Files]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Alternate Universe]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Blindfolds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Bondage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Gags]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sensory Deprevation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Lassiter/Shawn]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The lights from the TV cast long shadows across the room, shadows that jumped and danced every time the picture on the screen changed. Shawn and Gus huddled under blankets in the center of the couch. They shivered with fear and clutched at one another, arms held fast in each other's grip. Two pairs of large eyes were fixed on the screen in rapt fascination.

Light flooded the room and they jumped up, screaming. They both scrambled over each other, pushing and shoving as they vaulted over the couch to cower behind it.

"What in the world are you boys doing?"

The familiarity of the voice brought Shawn's head slowly out from behind the back of the couch. "Watching a movie."]]></description>
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