Kakashi and Iruka are bonded together, entirely against their wishes. While Iruka begins to deal with it, Kakashi still has... doubts.

It looked like whatever the guys had learned at the Sun Warrior temple had lit the fuse of their little firecracker. Sokka was not going to let anyone else get hurt when it went off.

He'd never paid much attention to the plant lore and magics requiring plants, but that plant had been drilled into his head by everyone.

From the same arms dealers that brought you environmentally-friendly nukes, the latest in non-lethal chemical weapons: sex pollen!

I don't remember the exact prompt, only that it was Sokka/Zuko sex pollen! DO WANT. There was either a reply or at least five comments promising one.

People get possessed all the time.

Slinking closer, Roy took a deep breath and then another.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last! — Walt Whitman, One Hour to Madness and Joy, 1860.

The fog in the bathhouse is a slow-acting aphrodisiac.

I'd like the victim tied up, painfully aroused and unable to relieve it, being teased and tormented by their captor. They try to resist it at first, but eventually end up begging for relief. (Whether they get it or not is up to anon)

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha's nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn't have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town's safety.

It’s mating season and Derek tracks Stiles down and catches him doing something naughty.

Terrorists develop a riot-inducing spray that has unexpected effects on America's only Super Soldier.

Eliot goes temporarily missing on a job in a greenhouse and Hardison goes to find him.

Author's choice; author's choice; "It was sex pollen, I swear!"

Debriefing is an important way for an organization's members to learn new skills as individuals, as a team, and as managers. Tony almost dropped his heavily-modded iPad, but managed to catch it against the front of his legs. "What's this? A pants-off dance-off?"

“We had sex,” Clint says, bluntly. “Collectively.” [Written for Porn Battle; Warnings apply]

There it is, the word he's been trying harder than anything not to even think, and now that it's out there's no hiding from it. (aka the Angry Goat Noise remix; no spoilers for movie)

Loki unleashes sex pollen on the Avengers. Tony and Steve get caught up in the storm. Shameless PWP.

“I have this condition.” Arthur kept his voice at a murmur, with a tone of confiding something he trusted Eames with. He sighed. “I... go into heat.”

Bizarre alien peace rituals, drunken debacles, Jim Kirk's pornography, the phrase 'bet your sweet ass' taken way too literally, bar fights, everyone's favorite Orion and super advanced sex toys of the future you wish you had now. A love story.

In which all sixteen kids live reasonably happily ever after in the Veil. Alternately: that one AU where trolls have sex by barfing blood into buckets.

There are some things you have to do as a friendleader, and some you have to do as a friend. Sometimes, it's the same thing.

AU. Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year's heat season, as a 'thank-you' to all they've done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and...yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he's just turned eighteen. This...is not his day.

Rose's face has flattened out into one of those human expressions you find so irritatingly impermeable. "Oh my God," she says, before you can stumble to the beginning of another sentence. "You're about to open your lips and inform me that I have been dosed with sex pollen." It's caliginous sex pollen fic. I don't know what you want from me.

“Bro?” you ask, reaching up to rap on his forehead with your knuckles. Somehow your hand just tangles itself all up in his fine-ass hair and you sort of yank and turn and then two of you are kissing. It’s sloppy and hot and awkward, the angle all wrong and neither one of you used to each other at all, but when he gets your lip between his dull choppers and bites until you’ll bruise it’s just about motherfucking perfect.

“Wow, you actually sleep in this stuff?” John asked, staring into Karkat's recuperacoon.

In which young Church ward Gamzee Makara is finally old enough to be officially initiated into the ranks of the subjugglators.

Stiles looks up. Slowly. “Holy shit,” he says. The tentacle is attached to more tentacles which are attached to a giant glowing squid thing. “That is not the droid we were looking for.”

Sollux would be willing to wait forever for Karkat to feel ready, but the drones aren't so patient.

Problem: the drones induce pailing via chemical stimulus that boosts concupiscent instincts and dampens higher brain functions. Problem: pinning your matesprit to the nearest available surface is a concupiscent instinct, and using psionic power is a higher brain function. Problem: pinning your matesprit to the nearest available surface is a concupiscent instinct...and controlling your freakish physical strength is a higher brain function. Problem: being anywhere near Equius come pailing time is 100% likely to kill you. Solution: apply higher brain function ahead of time.

All you need to know about this series is that the doc is titled "The Sex Buddy Fic". A series of 'made-them-do-its' which ended up telling a much bigger story.

In which Derek has a sex emergency with unplanned results, Stiles could be the baby daddy on one of those horrible MTV pregnancy shows, Sheriff Stilinski takes in strays and life in Beacon Hills never has a dull moment, not even when things are calm.

Harry Potter -- Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, and . . . well . . . werewolf -- has returned to Hogwarts (at Hermione’s insistence) to finish his education. On top of classes and homework, he’s living in a tent (again) and helping to run the weekly HOWL -- Hogwarts Organisation for the Welfare of Lycanthropes -- meetings. What’s more, there’s something odd about Malfoy . . .

It was a vague feeling; nothing concrete, nothing he could put a name to, just an uncomfortable sensation scratching low at the base of his brain.

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter's actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.

Tony's not surprised Cap is the only one of them who had gotten a dose of the red stuff--he'd been in the middle of everything, as per usual--saving civilians and agents and kicking robot ass for the Free World. He's a little more surprised to discover that Darcy had been one of those agents. And by the time they're all stuck in the elevator together--Steve and Darcy pressed together in one corner, everybody else in the other—it doesn’t take long to figure out why the stupid villain they’d been fighting had stopped to fondle one of his bots

You're a late bloomer at nine sweeps, and you don't yet have a concupiscent quadrant filled. This leaves you alone and self-pailing for the duration of your mating cycle—at least, that was the idea. When Karkat bursts in on you, it sort of throws off your plans for the week.

Contrary to popular belief, weres don't actually need alphas. Patrick never had one, since he's the only person in his family with the gene, and his parents didn't push him into finding one. Alphas make their betas better; they keep them calm and level, they support them, they guide them. Without an alpha, betas are perfectly fine. They're just better with one.

When Steve and Tony wake up to find that they've been captured, they assume things can't get any worse. They're wrong.

Huh, was Tony's first thought when the spell broke and all of a sudden his brain came back online.

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Sex gas, Latveria, and a SHIELD orgy.

No SGRUB AU, post successful coup, following Eridan Ampora's attempts to make up for being "The Greatest Douchecanoe In The Galaxy" as he finds himself stuck with a bunch of midbloods and fighting to survive such odds as "Oh Shit, It's Drone Season And I Ain't Got Neither A Matesprit Nor A Kismesis". Featuring Karkat "Fix Your Fucking Shit Before I Fix It For You" Vantas reprising his role of the scariest motherfucker this side of the galaxy. Also gills, piercings, and piercings in gills. Also, also sex.

After being tortured by a group of hunters, Derek goes into heat. Stiles helps him through it. Written for the 24-hour porn challenge community, Stop, Drop, and Howl.

Every year I do a post of all the bits of fic I couldn't find a place for. Some stand alone pretty well; most are just starts I don't have the interest or energy to finish.

The JLI (with Superman along for the ride) finds itself captured on a planet with a volcano that requires a sacrificial virgin.

"When Kon gets hit with sex pollen, all he wants is Tim."

In this rewriting of history, Sid gets an experimental treatment for his concussion that has some rather unusual side effects. Geno helps him out. There are complications.