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I've been posting themed fic recs to Pillowfort and I really ought to be crossposting them so that people outside of Pillowfort can see them. (Not sure I want to post them to Tumblr given what is going on, and I certainly won't post this first set of fic recs because they are mostly porn. Oddly the one f/f rec merely contains the surprising absence of female-presenting nipples.)

Anyway, here was last week's set of xeno recs, for "Thirsty Thursday."

[AO3] Heat and hearts, by SharpestRose
His Dark Materials; Iorek Byrneson/Lee Scoresby and Hester
M/M. Angst, precanon, worldbuilding. Technically SFW.
1,747 words.

"Bears are solitary," Iorek spoke again after a long pause during which Lee felt a little warmth creeping into him. The basket was holding the heat of Iorek's bulk in and making the air easier to breathe. "But sometimes it is difficult not to long for another's fur to touch."

[GDocs] Sans and Doggo Bad Times, by anonymous [Tumblr]
Undertale; Sans/Doggo
M/M. Humor, knotting, drunk sex.
2,433 words.

He looked down at the empty space of his pelvis and saw the problem.

"pal, are you stuck to me!?"

Oh man, these anatomical differences.

[AO3] Beeswax, by Wasuremono
Sunless Sea; Zee Captain/Wistful Deviless
F/F. Body horror, cannibalism, consensual snuff.
4,598 words.

Hunger flares inside you. Your lean in and kiss the hollow of her stomach, then bite and tear a chunk away. The Deviless tastes like parchment and wax, with a sweetness like honey, but fresher, somehow familiar. A moment later, you realize: honeysuckle.

[AO3] i can keep rhythm with no metronome, orphaned fic series
Homestuck; Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam
M/M with some F/F. Species swap, angst, tentabulges.
Series of 4 fics; 22,365 words.

"Strider what are you even trying to-" He's trying to get your bulge in his mouth without his teeth getting involved, that much is pretty obvious, the part that is just really incomprehensible is why, why he thinks that is even possible, maybe you were wrong and he's not black for you, he's just a pervert psychopath and he wants to kill and eat you genitals-first.

[AO3] Fixing One's Energy Influx Is A Euphemism for Sex, by Sophie
Almost Human; Dorian/John Kennex
M/M. Humor, robot sex, buddy cops with benefits.
8,242 words.

When John finds the second switch, Dorian's eyes flutter close, and John is pretty sure his breathing would have hitched if Dorian were breathing. Dorian nods sharply, and John pushes. There's a faint click sound and the chestplate pops up about an inch, ready to be removed.

John slides his fingers under the edges and pulls it up, and it’s really fucking weird to see a bunch of wires and metal plates with some pale blue LED backlighting inside the chest of the guy you’re currently fucking.

[AO3] I Was a (Not-So) Teenage Spaceport Floozy, by anonymous
Star Wars: The Force Awakens; Poe Dameron/Finn; Poe/various aliens.
M/Various. Noncon. Sex pollen, gangbang, torture.
9,256 words.

The Jarong table was a new touch. His skin would stand out against the red felt. And it had that whole selling your ass for your gambling debts vibe.

Come to think of it, that was the setup to Pounded in the Butt by the Hutt: Pax Artos’ father’s gambling debts. Poe really hoped there weren’t any Hutts around: that book was not at all anatomically plausible. He’d looked it up.

[AO3] Which alters where it alteration finds, by bironic
Disney's Beauty and the Beast; Belle/Adam
M/F. Angst, size difference, happily-ever-afters.
5,653 words.

His hands used to be three times the size of hers. Huge and brown and warm and so, so careful the few times she slipped her fingers across his palm. Danger in those curved claws that could slash her to ribbons like that portrait hanging in tatters in the west wing; danger in the brute muscle that could crush her hand with hardly a thought; yet he never touched her with anything but the utmost gentleness.

Adam handles her gently, too, but it's not the same without that edge.