From a prompt on the meme, teenage!Evan fingering himself for the first time, finding out what feels good, while fantasizing about JButt or Johnny. I started it here before getting frustrated with it, but alas, now it is finished! Warning for underage Evan and Johnny. Quick, dirty and unbeta'd.

The twins decide Harry is spending too much time with his thoughts.

Anyway, [info]vickita said something a couple of weeks back that made me think, "Ah yes, Eliot, the little black dress of Leverage fandom." and sure enough, there's fic out there pairing Eliot with pretty much everyone. So, in a way, this is her fault...

Actually, "pervy dragonfic" is really working for me, here.

Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.

The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.

A conversation about their personal habits leads Souji to prove to the team that he's just as capable of being dirty as they are.

An hour and three quarters later, still short the specific book he needed but richer by half a dozen other volumes he'd thought gone forever, he opened the last of the boxes in Sam's pile.

Janet folded her arms around her clipboard and smiled at the two men who stood staring at her, holding specimen cups and wearing nearly identical expressions of disbelief. "Washington wants to know if multiple trips through the Stargate has had any effect on reproductive ability. They want sperm count and sperm motility of all personnel who go off world, checked."

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

Dave has a thing for large breasts. Jade discovers she does too.

Good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls dress up Mr. Ampora on Saturday nights. In which Rose knows she must be disturbed.

Teasing can be frustrating, but it will all be worth it in the end - right?

Three times Derek caught Stiles jerking off in the Jeep on the Preserve.

Stiles and Derek have phone-sex while Stiles is away at college.

Stiles has a preference for written porn. He also has a thing for Derek's voice. So when Derek finds his erotica collection, this is clearly either the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Tony isn't so much introducing Steve to twenty-first century sex as enabling him. Steve already knows what he wants.

There's a part of Derek that he hates most of all - it's only caused him trouble. He pushes people away and finds a workaround and it's fine, until the day Stiles goes searching through his things.

His body had grown, not quite to full adulthood, but close enough. With that came things that didn’t quite add up for the young boy stuck living in it.

Troy and Abed move in together on August 15th, but Abed doesn't really get a sense for the pattern until late September.

your tags are rude and i am upset (yes please cam stiles blowing himself hello) - winterkiss

GDI BECKY HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION But yes Stiles totally does this.

Krypto likes to take care of Kon as much as Kon likes to take care of Krypto. When Kon is hungry, Krypto fetches him food. When Kon is sleepy, Krypto fetches him blankets. And when Kon is horny, Krypto fetches him Tim. Which leaves Kon the not-so-fun job of awkwardly explaining to Red Robin why he's been dragged to Smallville in the middle of the night by a well-meaning superdog.

"Hey, Birdboy, what're you wearing?"

There's something different about the weight of these eyes. Something that makes Jason sit up and take notice.

kchanlp: NaruSasu + Itachi. Maybe hipster? In which big brother has to teach Sasuke how he should first and foremost close the goddamn door when his goddamn boyfriend is in his room doing goddamn... things.

It’s not that Nitori’s into rough play – (Except that he really, really is) – but he’s found a fascination with Rin’s smile.

Letting their guard down inside the TV was a stupid move, and now Souji has to try get things under control while Yosuke deals with the effects of a Shadow's new attack.

It takes Stiles four days to notice something’s wrong. Well it’s not like jerking off three times a day is unusual behavior. The third day, he has his usual good morning session, comes straight home from Lacrosse and jerks off without even taking off his jeans because it’s laundry day tomorrow and it’s not like he’s got standards. And everyone jerks off last thing at night; it’s like a glass of warm milk for your dick. Stiles has been hit by a jerking off curse. He might not make it through May unscathed.

Jack's just taking pictures whenever he sees something worth photographing, something that seems to fit what he's being told in class, about line and shape and color and beauty. It's like the camera knew before Jack did.

Dorian rolls onto his side to face him, squinting in the mid-morning light. "You wanted to talk, last night. So talk." "Mm, not like this." Bull cracks his neck, stretches his free arm above his head. Dorian doesn't even pretend he's not watching the muscles shift in Bull's shoulder. "You don't talk about sex in bed."

"Since you got your powers, you've—" Cisco trails off, waving his hands vaguely. "What?" Cisco raises his eyebrows and waves his hands more pointedly toward his crotch. Barry feels his face heating up. "Cisco!" "I'm asking for science, dude!"

And with his fingers pressing inside of him and his cock brushing against the sheets and his face in the leather that smelled like Derek, he felt pathetic and desperate all at once. He knew that if he ever got the chance (the opportunity) to be with Derek that he’d ask him to fuck him within half a second. He wanted the older man inside of him and around him and all over him until his senses were so consumed that he was completely senseless. or The five times Stiles fingered himself and the one time Derek did it for him.

There are reasons he doesn't usually come down for the parties: people, mostly, and alcohol. But there's a reason he has, this time, and that reason made four dozen cookies earlier and is currently pressed up against his side.

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.

Summary: read the tags. that’s it, that’s the story. Or: Dorian gets a tattoo of The Iron Bull's name on his arse. And is then tagged in a completely different way.

Karkat can match him at either end of his scale, balancing both highs and lows with this kind of frothing, incoherent fury that's...kind of attractive, in the right light. All that energy. All that drive.

Dave and Karkat have storytime with the trollmance novel. -If Dave isn’t going to get jolly over some fantasy troll getting eaten out, he is maybe going to get a little jolly over Karkat getting jolly over some fantasy troll getting eaten out.-

What happens in the lion stays in the lion. Shiro needs some down time, and the lion thinks he's too stubborn for his own good.

The thing is. People always assume it’s Yuuri who’s the submissive one. They’re completely wrong, all of them. “Victor,” Yuuri murmurs. “What did you do, nights before a big competition? You never got nervous energy you couldn’t work off?” “Well,” Victor says like he’s considering. “To tell you the truth, times like that, I would mostly jerk off," and that's enough to give Yuuri some ideas.

Conner has a very specific fantasy in mind. He wants Tim to watch, and Tim is more than glad to do so.

Yuuri gets sent a suspicious link. lol i thought you might like it, came the quick reply, Phichit obviously using his short trip back home to mess around on the internet all day instead of training. it got leaked earlier today but he doesn’t care. the guy retweeted the link to it lololol probably uploaded it himself.

Caught in the act of digging through the hall closet, presumably in his quest to find Zabuza, Gai spins, already beaming. “Yosh! Are you prepared for our day of challenges and manly combat?” For a long moment Zabuza stares at him. Then, carefully, he takes a deep breath and growls, “No. I have my own plans. I bought a massive dildo and I'm going to go stuff it up my ass until my arm gets tired. So unless you want to help me get off, you should fuck off.”

Qunari have a good sense of smell, and humans don't smell too bad. Dorian smells amazing.

When Venom was quiet, and when he wasn’t shooting giant fucking tentacles out of Eddie’s body, Eddie couldn’t much feel his presence. Occasionally there was a flicker of something: of anger, of hunger. Right now there was nothing. So maybe Eddie had pissed him off. Or—and this was a thought that Eddie had not had before—perhaps he had hurt Venom’s feelings. He lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the couple banging next door. She was making a lot of noise. The blood came up his neck and face a little. And then a little more, now he knew that Venom would be able to feel it too.

The morning Eddie wakes up with his first hard-on in his post-Venom life, he finds himself at a bit of a loss. -- Learning to get sexy with your symbiote.

Prompto's mouth is dry. His brain's coming up with some pretty amazing mental pictures, just from those words alone. He squirms in his chair, and Gladio laughs. "Someone's interested." "So? I'm into it, what can I say." He shifts again. Even if he loses, there's no order he can think of that he won't love following – not from these guys. "Let's do it." "I'm in," says Noct, not a beat of hesitation. "And I," says Ignis. "So deal already," says Gladio – and Ignis does, long fingers steady and sure on the cards.

Prompto's never really alone anymore, and mostly, he's just fine with that. Mostly, it's exactly what he's always wanted. Only, his friends happen to be stupidly attractive. Like really, ridiculously, unfairly attractive. Strangers on the street actively stare at Gladio without a shirt on. Ignis wears sock garters, smooths them up his slender calves every morning like it's no big deal. Noct somehow doesn't realize that when he wades into the water to pull a fish out, white t-shirt on, the cloth plasters right up against his skin, almost see-through. So yeah. Prompto likes that he's never really alone anymore. But he's also never really alone anymore, and the approximately hundred thousand awkward boners he gets every single day languish in his jeans, untended.

"It wasn’t that he was crushing on Pat Gill, not really. Brian was comfortable having a close friendship which involved physical affection, and even jokes regarding it. He was just...he smelled nice, even when he was sweaty. He had really nice and soft hair. The way he gripped his leg and lifted him so easily was nice. The way the crotch of his jeans felt against his—" After the Shadow of the Colossus Gill and Gilbert, Pat and Brian find themselves dealing with the fact that there are consequences to being in on-and-off intimate positions with your coworker for over an hour, and those consequences tend to manifest themselves quite noticeably in your pants.

it's unlike anything, when you're lovin' me