CW: 18+ The Vorkosigan books are © Lois McMaster Bujold. I obviously didn’t get her permission, but she is generally permissive of fanfic, and it suits me to take that at face value. The world around him seemed slower somehow. Quieter. More.. remote.. despite the unchanging dimensions of the ship around him. Not long ago,…
Some mornings were more difficult to wake to than others. José found his eyelids were heavier than usual, and that opening them even the slightest bit made his stomach clench unpleasantly. He breathed slowly through the parting of his lips, waiting for the sensation to pass as he eased out of the confusing haze of…
It was difficult to restrain himself. So very difficult. Time had condensed itself to strange hiccups and bursts. He’d lost track of the bed, though he was vaguely aware of the frame creaking, of the headboard striking against the wall. The sheets, the pillows, the twists and tangles of blanket– all things that had once…
CW: 18+, consensual start -> noncon end Thick fingers tugged through curly red hair, pulling and twisting, grasping upon the ridged curvature of his horns. Lips parted as Nok cried out, one of the iridescent baubles he’d purchased at the market the night before swaying into his vision as his head was forced hard to…
“I don’t know about this, Vee,” Michael whispered, his voice misting through the cool night air. “What? Suddenly you don’t like my kisses?” “It’s not your kisses.” Michael’s eyes were wide, but the world around them was dark, and there was little to be seen for it. He could make out the haphazard lumps of…
The sheets were warm and humid with sweat. The cabin wouldn’t stop swaying. The dim shadows within shifted constantly. Gunter could hear the rain hammering against the thick poured glass of the windows. It fell in a steady pounding to the deck above. Patterpatter sprinkle splatter. “Does the rain always make you this excited?” Victor…
CW: 18+ “It’s dusty,” David whispered. “It’s not my fault we fell in here,” Joshua murmured between nips and kisses scattered across the curve of his lover’s shoulder. “You should have been able to ho-ah, ow! Not so hard. You should ha-,” David paused in order to swallow twice. “You should have been able to…
(World of Warcraft is copyrighted to Blizzard. That’s all them.) CW: 18+, trolls The night was a wash of darkness, the moon a token crescent in the sky. The stars were bright, but they cast little in the way of illumination to the jungle below. The torches did that. The bonfires. The lanterns. There was…
CW: 18+, bdsm The tablecloth came in three layers. The bottommost layer was a strange, fibrous fabric to ensure that it clung to the surface of the table. The middle layer was a sheet of vinyl printed with washed out daisies and sun-faded stems. The top layer was a sheaf of thick plastic, presumably to…
I love you. I love you I love you I love you. No commas. No periods. On and on forever, until the words no longer make any sense. Until I’ve run out of breath. Until my lips are dry and cracked from mouthing the sentiment. My chest is swollen with it. Broken. Spilling and pouring.…