LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>Liu Qingge gets professionally CNCed by fuck or die specialist Mu Qingfang. Liu Qingge is shocked and appalled to discover that he's really into it.</blockquote> ➤ this fic features explicit consensual-non-consent in a medical context, proceed accordingly ➤ lqg needs dual cultivation to fix a dangerous qi deviation. mqf is ready to help him, no matter what. ➤ I love the feeling of safety lqg has in mqf's hands. it doesn't matter what lqg does or says, he's not going to be a danger to anyone, and mqf WILL make sure he gets what he needs. ➤ and mqf is so caring and gentle in his inexorability! ➤ 3k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Su She was warned about Lan Wangji, the way that warnings like this are often shared: whispered humid in the dark, with barely stifled laughter. Did you hear? Lan Wangji chooses boys as if he’s hunting. Once a boy is in his sights, he’s like a rabbit caught in a snare. You won’t be able to escape. He’ll visit unspeakable desires on your body and then abandon you for his next prey.</blockquote> ➤ I love fic that takes Su Minshan seriously as a character, it's a rare delight whenever I come across one ➤ Lan Wangji/Su Minshan during the disciple era, before the guest disciples arrive ➤ lwj is a fuckboy and sms is delighted to discover evidence that lwj despite his airs is the same as everyone else ➤ they fuck about it a lot ➤ content note for nonconsensual somnophilia ➤ PERFECT ENDING omg. ➤ 3k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Shen Qingqiu is amnesia-wifeplotted into forgetting the last two years of his life. Two years ago happens to be the anniversary of Maigu Ridge. The solution, of course, is papapa.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jiang Yanli leads Jin Zixuan away from his own birthday party to surprise him with something special. (it's her pussy.) (he loves it.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Gege, look at you, begging so shamelessly for more. What would you have said if you could have seen yourself like this eight hundred years ago?" Hua Cheng, who was three fingers deep in Xie Lian, thought he knew what to expect from his darling, beloved, deeply out of his league long term lover and hysterical obsession. And yet, somehow, Xie Lian always managed to surprise him. The crown prince burst into laughter. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Prince Nicolò is marrying Lady Nile for the good of the kingdom, and everybody has to make the best of it. Or: wlw/mlm solidarity is conspiring with your boyfriend’s wife’s girlfriend to help them produce a royal heir.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What happens when a disembodied AI and her amorphous slime best friend get a synthesized body to experiment with? To start with....mammal bodies are weird. But also: they're kind of fun. </blockquote>

<blockquote>"What the hell, man?" somebody says, and GQ turns around and looks. There's someone off to one side of him. Another SEAL, looks like, and the only guy who was anywhere near as close to that blast as GQ. Benitez rushed forward to help him out, though, after the grenade went off; and the guy's freaking out on her, twisting out of her grip and baring his teeth, shoulders bunched, clutching his gun at an awkward angle like he's planning to use it for a club instead of shooting it. "Hey," GQ says, starting toward them, and he's distracted at first by the wide-eyed stare Benitez gives him, the way her gun comes up. It takes him a second to meet the guy's eyes, a second to realize that it's—that they're his. That's him over there. That's him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Miryem, the Staryk, and their wedding night.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written in just a few hours, this story hints at a larger world that I know nothing about. Why a radical separatist space vaginarchy? I think the better question is, why not a radical separatist space vaginarchy? In all seriousness, though, this definitely got its inspiration from writing and teaching about a) the "political lesbians" of second-wave feminism, b) forced-motherhood policies of fascist states, c) the identity purity culture of "gold star gays", and d) sex toys. I've written about plug-and-play dickware before (see Suspension), and while this isn't the same universe, it's probably the next one over.</blockquote>

<blockquote>She thought that these horrible sights and accursed thoughts were delicious to her against her will. --The Book of Margery Kempe, chapter 59</blockquote>

<blockquote>Robin will just have to put on a dress again, and play Mistress Kate once more. A tragedy. Yes. Notes: It seems in those franker times of the Jacobean period, Prudence and Robin have few secrets between them, and Prudence is not of a jealous bent.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anthony confesses to once having held an interest in Peter Merriot; Prudence is intrigued. [Perhaps a hint of D/s dynamics, but no more so than canon.]</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gaby has a very interesting question, and Solo is very interested in the answer.</blockquote>

<blockquote>there are tentacle monsters in the sea outside of toulon. valjean thinks he knows what he's getting into.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the present, Rodney was lying prone on his back, knees up and apart, covers rucked messily under him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Arthur has a lot of feelings, mostly about Eames' penis. Yusuf's accidental truth drug helpfully illuminates them.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Months after he was kidnapped, John escapes and returns to Atlantis, but he's miserable. His captors conditioned him as a sexual submissive and to come on command and only on command. Embarrassed and desperate, craving the satisfaction and headspace of those experiences, he turns to Rodney for help.</blockquote>

<blockquote>eating during sex, mild D/s, bottom!John, and, of course, cupcakes</blockquote>

<blockquote>On come on, they have such silly titles. You have to take the piss...</blockquote>

<blockquote>He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before. Which he figures, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea.</blockquote>

https://web.archive.org/web/20100108004105/http://lyrebird.aithine.org:80/ezine/ditg/passing.htm <blockquote>"This is a time when I'd like a nice girl to keep my mind occupied." He grinned wryly. Illya's blond eyebrows shot up and he looked amused. "Your mind?" Napoleon shrugged, then winced. "Well - ah - that too." Illya snorted. "Sex, sex. The cure for everything." He sat down on the bunk beside Napoleon. Napoleon didn't argue. The way he felt right now, he could do with a bit of curing. Illya looked like he needed curing too. </blockquote>