wow. finding this comm just made my frickin' night. and i'm happy to see so many s/t fans! and, so this HAI! is not completely devoid of substance, i offer fic.  *bows*  cross-posted to sausagefestival...night grew old, needing nothing else for warmth but the heat from each other's bodies and no other sound to lull them to sleep but their steady, quiet breathing in the drowsy darkness of the room.  

Title: Last Laugh Author: cycatryx Rating: First part – R; second part – NC-17 Characters: Everyone but Charles Pairing: Skwisgaar/Toki Warnings: Cursing. Rough...the night grew old, needing nothing else for warmth but the heat from each other's bodies and no other sound to lull them to sleep but their steady, quiet breathing in the drowsy darkness of the room.

Title: "Occupational Hazards" Author(s): piedcrow Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Nathan/Charles Summary: Nathan's tactics for expressing his anger have a distinctly opposite effect on the...a bit. One hand came up to press against Nathan's chest for a moment before his fingers curled lightly into the ends of Nathan's hair. Perhaps it was best not to ask any more questions. Not tonight

Title : Adult Education Ch.00 -- Occupational Hazards Author : piedcrow   and deani_bean   Pairings : Nathan/Charles Warnings : Graphic sex, light bondage Rating this Chapter: NC...bit.  One hand came up to press against Nathan's chest for a moment before his fingers curled lightly into the ends of Nathan's hair. Perhaps it was best not to ask any more questions.  Not tonight.

I just can't. I've been trying for days (in an attempt to complete my pairing-everyone-with-everyone-else self-challenge ) and it's just not happening. It's ironic because this is the pairing that got...his hips forward, drinking in Toki's scream. Guilt followed on the heels of his howling orgasm, though. Toki shook and sobbed as Nathan pulled out. He continued as Nathan passed out, holding him

i've started rp-ing with a girl i met at ygallery, machinegunkath, and wow what fun!  we're going to really go all out with it, and produce like a round robin of sorts.  tonight we had an IM session that... violence, graphic sex, d/s i'm sorry but the cut is  just not working for some reason, so i guess here's the link to my own journal where i have it posted toadstoolcouch.livejournal.com/4803.html

seth writes pickles a story about torture.  very violent, gory, all that good stuff "Hey," Seth said through a grin. "I wrote you a story." Pickles took the stapled notebook papers his brother...pulled his head back by a fistful of dreads and Pickles stared up at him with an equal intensity of fear and desire. "I will," Seth whispered. "I'm in no rush this time."   The End

hey kids, how about some gore?  here's a little story seth wrote for pickles about his fantasies where he tortures his baby brother to death. some nasty stuff here, guys.  i would call this heavy gore/violence...pulled his head back by a fistful of dreads and Pickles stared up at him with an equal intensity of fear and desire. "I will," Seth whispered. "I'm in no rush this time."   The End

So, right, I've been lurking for a while. Wrote something over at kinkmeme, but this is my first time posting here. It's one of those song-meme things, 'cause I'm lazy and short is awesome. Also, this...They needed him. He needed them. That was all, and that was everything. (I have come to the conclusion that I listen to way too many songs about things dying. I...maybe go reevaluates my life.)

I was going to post this earlier, but then a convention happened this weekend and I got sidetracked. I'm back, now! And about to go catch up on all your posts. ^.~ Title: Beauty and the Bassist (Illustrated...will get prizes (giftfic or giftart). Mostly to encourage more Murderface art, but also because you all know I'm kind of a slut for fanfic illustrations that I don't have to do myself. ^.^*