“Okay, no,” Pooch says, holding up his hands, “there is no way I’m gambling for money against you and Cougar.” Jensen frowns, leaning across the table to make wide, concerned eyes at Pooch. “Is it because we’re just that fucking good?” he asks. “No.” Pooch knocks the edge of the pack once, twice against the table. “It’s because I’m pretty sure you can read each other’s damn minds.”

"I'm a good boyfriend," Cougar said.

Cats, man. Not to be trusted.

Once you go into the woods, you don’t come back out again; or, how Franklin Clay got himself a pack.

I'm great. It's great under here. Visit scenic Pile of Detonation Rubble, population you and me.

Every good guy comes back.

"This is a dream assignment, and I am not going to fuck it up just because my teammates aren't secure enough in their masculinity," he said to Pooch. "You ever nibble on my earlobe again, they will find your body in eight places," Pooch said, but Pooch didn't share Jensen's commitment to self-improvement.

There were many things Cougar would have liked to unsee, but the world didn't work like that.

Tony’s almost at the door of his lab when he hears it. It’s low, throaty; just a split second of a thing. But it’s undoubtedly the sound of Barnes moaning.

It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency

Five people who've seen Jensen naked. To be fair, it's mostly not his fault.

In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.

Figured that Roque would pass out and make Jensen carry his lazy ass halfway across Afghanistan.

It had to be Soul Society affecting him. There was no other explanation for the way he found himself looking at their resident hero, the soul-reaper-who-shouldn't-have-been. Ichigo. But...he couldn't really bring himself to care.

For this genius prompt: Matt, as Matt, saves the Avengers in a profoundly simple way when their tech and sight (via removal of light sources) is compromised. It's not complicated and absurdly simple yet everyone acts like he saved the world. The newspapers won't shut up about it but by at least they have more clientele. a.k.a. Matt and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad news cycle.

The one where Jensen's locked in a cage, Roque is a sucker for the furry, Pooch risks his fingers, Cougar's concussed, and Clay is putting his foot down, damn it.

In which Cougar goes home, goes on a road trip, and learns to cook.

This is meta and pics of my first attempt to make Rick Bayless's mole as an homage to coinin's awesome family/food/awesome fic.

AU world, where mutants are government property, and The Losers just got assigned a new sniper

Cougar accidentally finds out Jensen gets aroused really easily. He gets curious.

It was not, strictly speaking, Jake’s fault that he ended up in jail.

Jake Jensen is sixteen when he meets Tony Stark at MIT. He's nineteen when he joins the US army, and twenty-four when he becomes a Loser. Becoming a Loser is also when he happens to discover that DADT might apply. But that is not where this story begins. It begins on a cold, winter morning in Massachusetts, when a little girl with hair the colour of cornflakes meets her newborn brother for the first time. (In which there are evil toasters, all-around nerdiness, and ohana ).

When Carlos is fifteen, his mother, father and three sisters sit him down in the living room and explain to him that they support gay rights... Or, the story of how Carlos got his groove.

A one-night-stand becomes a whole lot more. If only life were that simple.

Tony Stark; genius, millionaire, awkward virginal alpha, and reclusive CEO of Stark industries. Steve Rogers, reporter for the New York Times, omega, and one of the single most domineering men Tony has ever met. He shouldn't want this, shouldn't like the things Steve offers, but he's never really been one for following the rules, now has he?

Jensen had gotten practice at this sort of thing in his last unit.

This is not exactly what Jensen was expecting when he came into work this morning.

Under orders not to use his right hand until it heals, Jensen is quickly frustrated by the inconvenience of functioning with only one thumb. It's a good thing Cougar is there to help him out with little things, and big things too.

Cougar is doing perfectly well ignoring his feelings for Jensen until Jensen makes himself hard to ignore. A commentfic for a prompt about dog tags and a boy in a skirt.

The first time Jensen meets Max, he's cuffed to a chair with a dislocated jaw. Things don't improve significantly from this point onwards.

A shadow drops over him, too dark to be a cloud moving across the sun, and he cracks an eye open to find Cougar above him--not standing and staring down but a whole lot closer, like, about to straddle him and make him embarrass himself close.

They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

Sera's not all that surprised that the Inquisitor will bed her--but she is a bit surprised (and pleased) that she'll admit to it.

On the longest night of the year, Cassandra goes to the chapel to pray.

"Flatterer." But there was a curl of enjoyment in Josie's voice, so Leliana persisted.

Margaery Tyrell licked her thumb and rubbed at the lion on her breast, which smudged and faded in a way that Sansa's dragon never would.

"I assume you don't intend for us to spend the evening dry humping like teenagers, at least?" Dorian asks. Maxwell laughs.

Bull and Krem don’t even look at each other before they’re moving. Krem pulls his sword and uses the hilt to smash the window swinging into the room. He vaguely hears the Bull swing his ax and fucking destroy a qunari sized chunk of the wall before running in with a roar that could chill blood, but all his attention is focused on the man on the floor. AU where Dorian meets Krem and Bull prior to the start of Inquisition and joins the chargers.

Krem sits on his bedroll in the tent and sighs heavily. He’s put this off as long as he can.

A collection of responses to headcanon meme prompts. Some are about KremDorian some are about Krem in general. Basically this is a depository for my Krem and OTP feels lol

In response to the DA kink meme prompt: "Dorian likes men. All men. It turns out he also likes eating pussy." PWP Krem and Dorian have been flirting for weeks. One rowdy night at Skyhold's tavern they finally fall into bed.

“You want me to marry a Soporata?”

There is nothing The Bull loves more than doing this to Dorian. Laying him out, tying him down so he can’t move, and just pleasuring him until he’s out of his mind with it.

Dorian paces in front of the door fitfully. He clutches the sealed letter in his hand feeling ridiculous. What is he doing? He doesn’t even know if Cullen is interested. It’d just been a throw away line that started the conversation. Something about Leliana and Josephine snickering about marriage proposals at the war table.

Dorian is a mechanic in the modern city of Skyhold. Iron Bull and his Chargers are a motorcycle gang. What more do you need to know to click on this story?

“I simply don’t believe it,” Dorian tells him shaking his head. “No one can make a man come without touching him, Ben-Hassrath mind tricks or not.”

“Is that lightning?” Cullen chokes out breathlessly.

Recently did a prompt request based on a list of kinks/tropes. These are the results.

Dorian can not believe this is happening. When he’d come down to join the Chargers for their evening drinks this time, rather than taking his usual seat next to Krem, his lover had grabbed him about the waist and pulled him into his lap. Dorian had flushed red and the Chargers had broken into a chorus of laughs and hoots. “This okay?” Krem murmurs the question into his ear when the hollering dies down. Dorian is still blushing but he nods. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this, though he still can’t quite believe Krem wants this, pressed close to him in public, obviously affectionate, despite the watchful eyes of the tavern patrons.

Kink meme de-anon. Anon asked for Krem/male unwanted pregnancy and promised a castle in northern Scotland if the father was Dorian.