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And this is...me managing to post one lone bingo fill as my fic output for the entire month of September. At least it's the double-penetration square for kink_bongo, which I've been dreading concerned about. Maybe someday in the future I will write a kink bingo fill that is sexy, as opposed to just kind of weird. This is not that day.

Title: Skin I've Been Through Dies Behind Me
Fandom: Copper
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eva/Corky/Maguire
Warnings/spoilers: spoilers through 1x04
Word Count: ~1.5K
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit

a/n: title from Townes Van Zandt's "Snake Song," but I was really thinking of the Emmy Lou Harris cover of the song in Lawless.
a/n: for the "double penetration" square on my kink_bingo card

Summary: Eva invites Corky and Maguire into her bed.

read the fic on A03

Title: The Things They Wore
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: hard R or NC-17
Pairing: Brad/Ray
Word count: ~1.5K
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, no reference to real people intended.
a/n: For the "uniforms/military kink" on my kink_bingo card. This is a slightly odd take on the prompt--there's some context for what inspired me here, if you're curious.
a/n: The fic has a mix of details from the book and the HBO series.
a/n: Titled with apologies to Tim O'Brien, whose writing I love.
a/n: Many thanks to thirdbird for a speedy and super helpful beta!
a/n: Thanks also to pun for hosting a rewatch this summer, which got me to finally see the show.

Summary: "The odor of this many Recon Marines--it's a powerful thing."

The Things They Wore (on AO3)

Title: Stars Hide Your Fires
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/fandom: Charles/Erik, XMFC
Word count: ~2.8K
Warnings: sexual arousal from punishment (RACK). Minor rimming and bloodplay.
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit.
a/n: for the “caning” square on my kink_bingo card
a/n: title from Macbeth by way of Mumford and Sons.
a/n: many thanks to linaerys for the beta!

Summary: Suddenly, Charles seemed to notice what Erik was holding. He came nearer, put his left hand between Erik’s on the birch rod. Time to let go, Erik told himself. But he didn’t. And so they stayed like that, both holding it, so close Erik could feel the iron eddying in Charles’s blood. The thing that was always between them snapped and quivered like a banner in a gale.
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