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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: In Public

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This takes place Christmas Vacation, Year Nine.

“This is awfully public.” Amadeus was squirming. Ciara tried not to laugh at him.

“It’s a mall, Amadeus, the point of it is to be public.”

“What if someone sees us?” He was wriggling in earnest now, somehow not dislodging the loose knot tying his wrists behind his back.

“You said you wanted a kiss, didn’t you?”

“I said I wanted you to kiss me. Not… like this!”

“Well, this is how I want to kiss you.” She set her hands on his shoulders. “If you’re quiet, the sales clerk might not notice we’re here.”

“Key…” He, reluctantly, fell quiet.

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Enemas

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This takes place early in Year Ten.

“This is…” Aleron craned to look at Miryam, and then decided he didnt want to be looking. “Odd. Uncomfortable… in a new way.”

She smiled at him. “You’re doing fine, lover.” As always, the smile and the praise combined to make him feel giddy and a little sick. “You want to be all clean, don’t you?”

“I…” He lost words for a few minutes. “Have never been cleaner. Really.” He squirmed at the sensations. “You know I’m not a virgin, with guys, right?”

“You told me.” She patted his side. “But everyone’s more or less a functional virgin before Addergoole.”

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Tattoos

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This takes place during year Seven.

“I want to mark you.” Her fingers slid over his back, leaving trails of ice behind them.

Hemlock shivered, and didn’t look up. He couldn’t have if he’d wanted to, and he didn’t want to see her expression.

He didn’t answer, either. He knew what was coming.

Her fingers, again. The murmured workings. The soft pricks, like a tattoist’s needle, although he knew if he could look, he’d see no needle.

“What…?” he finally asked, when his Keeper’s cool hand rested on his back, soothing.

“It’s in the Old Tongue.” She caressed the swollen area. “It marks you as Mine.”

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The List, a story of AU!Addergoole Second Generation

To [personal profile] rix_scaedu‘s commissioned continuation of Twin Study. This is non-canon, set sometime after the apoc, well into the second gen of Addergoole.
“I don’t get it.” The halls of their institution were painted a probably-supposed-to-be-calming blue; the floors were carpeted. It was nice, almost cozy, if you ignored the complete lack of exits and the prison atmosphere.

“What’s there to get? I mean, it’s pretty self-explanatory. List. Guys. Lather, rinse, repeat.” Fili pulled his list out of his pocket and looked at it. “I mean, if you don’t think about it, it’s pretty easy.”

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have to do anything except insert tab A into slot A.” Molly was staring at her list, but Ted didn’t think she’d seen anything on it.

She stared at her own. “Okay. So Albern isn’t too bad. And Gibson is kind of handsome, although he doesn’t talk a lot. But Davis is a flat-out creep, and Stonewall is… well, a stone wall. And I wouldn’t let Caledon touch me if he was the only guy on my list.”

“He’s on my list, too.” Molly stared at her list. “Nobody else in common, though. Unless you have Ether?”

“No. Lucky you, I kind of like him.”

“There’s nothing lucky about ‘choose one of these five to seven guys and have a child with them. Or else, cue ominous music.’”

“No. Maybe we could escape?”

“Shhhh.” Homer, who had been staring silently at his list, suddenly spoke up with a whispered urgency. “Shhh, they can hear you.”

“What, the Doctor?”

“No, worse. The demon. He has cameras everywhere. Sage told me.”

“Everywhere?” Ted crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s nuts. Really everywhere?”

“Everywhere that matters.” Luke was suddenly behind them. “You have nothing you need to hide from the Administration.”

“Uh, why don’t you let us decide that?” Ted stepped forward protectively, putting herself between the PE teacher and Molly.

“That decision has already been made.” His wings flared. “I’m sure you have somewhere to be.”

“Not really.” Fili stepped up next to Ted.

“We’re done with class, and we’ve had our meeting with Dr. Regine.” Fili held up his list, almost in Luke’s face. “See? We got our fuck-or-die list.”

“Nobody’s going to die.” The idea actually seemed to offend Luke. Ted wondered, a bit, why. It wasn’t as if he treated them like people. “And the good doctor has… ways. If you don’t want sex.”

Ted glanced down at her list again, and back at Luke. “You’re on my list.”

“Professor VanderLinden is on mine.” Homer had finally caught up with them. “So’s Professor Valerian.”

“I don’t have any Professors. Um. Although there is someone here I don’t know.”

Luke peered at Molly’s list. “That’s the goblin in the basement. He fathers very good children.”

“He… This is absurd.” Ted knew she was sputtering again. “You seriously expect us to just go have sex with someone we don’t know? Or, I don’t know, let them knock us up by artificial insemination?”

“There is a war going on, in case you haven’t noticed.” Luke’s voice never changed cadence, but his wings flared. “There is a war destroying your planet, and your race, and hundreds of millions of humans and Ellehemaei have died. Yes. Yes, I expect you to carry two children to term. And I expect you to show up to drill tomorrow at 8 a.m., regardless of if you have cramps.” His voice turned into a sneer and he glared over Ted’s shoulder at Molly.

Ted muscled her way a little more firmly in front of her friend. “This being on students’ lists things. Does it ever get you laid?”

“That’s not why I’m on there.” Good, she’d managed to offend him. Again.

“Then why? ‘Cause I wouldn’t sleep with you otherwise. And I figure most other students wouldn’t, either.”

“For the same reason everyone else is on your list: the Director and the Doctor believe that you’d make a good genetic match with those people.”

“Why not just clone?” The word tickled at the back of her mind. Clone. Clone. Twin?

“Cloning takes longer and doesn’t work as well as the old-fashioned way. Now, unless you’re going to invite me into your bed, go. Go talk to someone on your list, or something.”

“Why aren’t any of us on each other’s lists?”

Luke shrugged at them. “You got lucky, I guess. If you can be friends and still obey the rules, be friends. Not many people can.”

And that was a very weird thing to say. Ted glanced at her list, and then peered over her shoulder at Molly’s list. “Hey, Moll. I think one of mine and one of yours room together. Let’s go bother them. Come on, Fili, Homer.”

“Why are we coming?”

“Because we’re going to go talk to upperclassmen in their dorm. You’re coming along for protection.”

“Protection?” She thought Homer squeaked. Fili just laughed. “You think we’re going to be able to help?”

“Not really. Sorry. But I think the more people we have, the less likely we are to get jumped.”

“Well then.” Fili glanced at his list, and shook his head. “I still don’t believe this.”

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k*** bingo – tiny bingos – I might actually be able to do this~


I have utterly and completely failed to post anything for Kink Bingo this go-round. But I can do tiny bingos! 500 words? Totally.

My card is here – (NSFW)

Anything you want to see? Anyone (or two or three or four) you want to see?

Need not be canon.

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Sister’s Keeper

This is to @dahob’s commissioned continuation of Sister Trouble

Content warning: This is a story about a succubus and her half-brother incubus in a magical dom/sub relationship. Implied incest, sex, and domination throughout.

Ivette, it turned out, was sitting in their shared apartment, reading.

Joff stifled the entirely unfair I didn’t know she could read; she’d graduated from Addergoole, same as him. She was literate and educated, more than most of their peers in in college. Just because she generally didn’t show it…

“‘Vette, what are you doing?”

She glanced up. She was holding a fat highlighter in her mouth – not, the way some girls might, between her lips, but down her throat, as if she was giving it head. Joff felt a tightening in his pants and ignored it.

“Mmm..” She pulled the highlighter slowly out of her mouth. “I’m studying.”

“Don’t lie to me, Ivette.”

She pouted. “I hate it when you do that, Joffie.”

“I hate it when you call me Joffie. Don’t lie to me today.”

She tugged on the thin gold chain around her throat. “But I am studying. See? Highlighted and everything.”

He sat down next to her and looked at the book. “Abnormal psychology? I didn’t know you were taking this class.”

“I sort of snuck into it when you weren’t looking.” She shrugged eloquently. “I was bored in the other classes. Fashion. Bah. So I dropped out of Fashion and Health and started taking Business and Abnormal Psych.”


“I told you, I was bored. You’re not the only one who can, you know, study and stuff. I like learning things, too.”

Joff pursed his lips. “Ivette, stop the poor-me act. For now, at least. Why are you really doing this?”

She sulked, but she pulled back on her power enough that Joff could breathe. “You told me to go to college.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I told you that I was going to college, and that you should come up with a plan.”

“You Kept me, remember?” She tugged on the tiny gold chain. “Being yours is my plan.”

Oh. Was this… no, this was a distraction. He glared at her. “Ivette, tell me what you’re up to.”

“Right now, I’m trying to distract you from asking why I’m studying… damnit, Joff. I don’t like it when you do that.”

“Well, I don’t like it when you leave people half-alive bloody piles of whimpering. So you’re going to have to deal with being told what to do once in a while. Ivette, what is your plan?”

“Well, so, I have to do something. You said. And I’m not really even bad at numbers, but I figured, most of the stock market, most of business, is all a giant scam anyway, right? It’s all psychology.”

“…So you want to go into business? Or into businessmen?”

“You told me I needed a real career first. I still don’t understand why.”

“Because I said so.” Sometimes having Kept his sister seemed like the worst decision he’s ever made. “So. Business.”

“Business.” She waved the book at him. “I am going to slay in the boardroom. It’s going to be so much fun.

“And where does saving yourself for marriage come in?”

He was almost afraid to find out the answer.



There were odder things she could have said. If she’d said she actually was concerned about her immortal soul, that would have been weirder. If she’d said she wanted to redeem herself for everything she’d done in Addergoole, that would have been the weirdest. but this… this was pretty weird. “Reputation?” he repeated.

“Reputation. in Addergoole, everyone knew what I was. Everyone knew I was Ivette, the succubus. Ivette, the slut. Ivette, the man-eater.”

Joff had heard far worse than that, so he didn’t argue with her assessment. “Addergoole is small. It doesn’t take much to get a reputation there.”

“Joff, the pretty. Joff, the victim. Joff, the amazing chef.”

“Yeah. That.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “We all had them. We all had the names.”

“And the Names. Don’t forget those.”

“Vette, is this about…?” Her Name. What Mike had saddled her with, damn him. As if being his sister’s Keeper wasn’t hard enough on Joff without giving her that.

“No.” She shook her head angrily. “No, because I refuse to make it about that. Absolutely refuse. I am not going to be the door that is always open, Joff, the ride everyone’s been on. and nobody, nobody is going to know me that way. I’m not going to let it happen.”

“So you’re… saving yourself for marriage? You’re still a succubus, ‘Vette, how’s that going to work? How long can you hold out?”

“I don’t have to hold out. I just have to not let anybody know.” She ran her hand up Joff’s thigh. “You won’t tell anyone. You love me.”

Joff caught her wrist and lifted her hand off of his leg. “Ivette.” He hated being mean to her, more than most things. But he knew if he didn’t, she’d never get any better.

She sulked. “Joff, you wouldn’t turn me down, would you?”

“I would, and you know it.” He used his best stern voice and the expression that matched. It felt foreign, but it worked. “Behave.”

She sat up a bit straighter and wiped the smirk off her face. “Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t like it when you succubus me.” He released her wrist.

“But you’re not mad about the business thing?”

“That? No. That’s a good idea, actually.”

She preened despite herself. “You think so?”

“Yeah. But.”

“There’s always a but.”

“That’s why I’m Keeping you, big sister. You never think about the but.”

They shared a giggle – entirely inappropriate for the serious conversation, but they were succubi, after all. Then Ivette tilted her head and put on a good business-woman face. “Okay. So what’s the but, master?”

“You call me that just to get punished.”

“Of course I do. Joff, seriously.”

“You’re never serious, Ivette.”

“I’m not normally collared by someone who can handle me, either.”

He sighed. She was back to flattery. “Wrists behind your back. Stand up.” He stood as he gave the orders, and got a handful of her hair. She didn’t focus without this, once she got it in her head that she deserved it. “Up to your room. The but, sister…” He steered her up the stairs, one hand in her hair, one on her wrists. “It’s a good plan – but you’re going to have to stick to it.”

“Really stick to it? Joooooooff, you know you’ll help me.”

He pushed her to her knees, ignoring the waves of lust coming off of her. “Help you? Sure.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “No sex for you without my permission.”

Keeping his sadist of a sister, he mused, was likely to turn him into a sadist himself. This was almost fun.


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