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,…
CW: 18+, noncon biting & touching (no sex) For how long had Uriel been living in the darkness? How long had he been so unbearably hot? How long since the song that had once filled his ears had been turned to crawling whispers and curses that crept along his spine to shred his thoughts to…
CW: 18+, fightfuck, con/noncon, knifeplay, supernatural control & manipulation Thank you to Rehve for her generous donation. Lucian is her rp character, I’ve just written him here. ———- It’s not a difficult thing to summon a demon. I’ve read all manner of ritual and mumbo jumbo that would suggest otherwise. Some books require blood sacrifices…
Starfighter © M. Palumbo/HamletMachine(written as a gift, shared with permission) Lift 24 It’s not the way that I intended for things to go. It’s just the way they did. Maybe I could have changed them if I’d wanted to, maybe not. That’s not really the point. I liked it. Maybe too much. I still like…
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…
“You have to stop this.” “Stop what?” “You know what,” I whisper, lost somewhere in the haze between being asleep and being awake. “Why?” Why is a difficult question. I open my eyes, but there’s little to see. The moon has already fallen past the trees, and the light coming through the parting of the…
“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…
The first thing that Devon was aware of as he regained consciousness, was the cold air sliding across the back of his leg. The second thing was the pressure of his bladder. His eyes had crusted shut the way they always did this time of year, and moving to Florida hadn’t helped that any. He…