Three separate vignettes about how Dean and Sam got together the first time. Stories 2 and 3 can be seen as follow-ups to story 1.

Rodney and Ronon exchange lies and truths on the Wraith ship. Rodney loses track of which is which.

Chris Colfer currently has only 1 mission: sex. Okay, no, that sounds sort of creepy. And a little obsessive, although that’s actually becoming increasingly appropriate. Look, he just wants to have sex before he shrivels up and dies. Or turns 21, preferably. And he knows exactly who he wants to be ‘the one’. Now he just has to sell the idea to Adam Lambert and let the good times roll. Or something like that. He hasn't really thought that far ahead. (But that might be a lie.)

Harry wakes up on his sixteenth birthday and decides that he does not want to die a virgin.

Going back to Hogwarts Harry notes another who seems to be as depressed as he used to be. He decides to help.

"The Gerudo are the only ones with any kind of information about the Spirit Temple, Navi," he whispered back. "We need clues on where to find it. I couldn't make it over here as a child, you know that. This is all new territory."

Spoony/Linkara. Linkara is 16 and their real-world age gap is in place, making Spoony about 22-23. Slightly jaded college grad inducting a (mostly) innocent virgin into a new world of sensual pleasure, with total consent on everyone's part, pleeze.

"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

TL; DR, Dr. Insano has his first time taken by SWS!Spoony, tries to hide it, Linkara finds out anyway, and Toppy!Linkara/Shy!Semi-Traumatized!Dr. Insano sex happens.

What it says on the tin, but strangely less cracky.

How to corrupt a superhero without really trying.

For this prompt on the kink meme: Chris was fine with Kurt getting his first kiss with a boy before he did, and he was fine with Kurt getting a boyfriend before he did. But when he reads the script for the senior prom episode (a.k.a. the one where Kurt and pretty much all of ND book hotel rooms and go all the way), he decides that he's had enough of being jealous that his on-screen alter ego is getting all the action. After a long and thorough process of deciding who the lucky recipient of his V-card is going to be (seriously, he made flowcharts), he decides on Darren, who -- after being reassured that Chris hasn't fallen madly in love with him, he just wants Darren to fuck him in the ass -- Darren happily obliges. Hot first-time sex ensues.

Making a dick joke was a strategic error. You put the subject on the metaphorical table. You're now thinking about troll dick.

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.

The last thing you want to do with the guy you've been hung up on for ages is teach him how to be decent at sex. So of course, that's exactly what Geno does. Featuring interfering Russians, thorough devirginization, and equal parts alcohol imbibing and hockey playing.

Geno is sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for why Sidney has a dresser drawer full of sex toys, but right now he's drawing a blank.

After the rave, Stiles can't go home, and Derek doesn't want him to.

Stiles gets a massage. And then some. Alternatively: in which Stiles' mouth gets him into trouble, again and again.

You feel the shift in the air behind you as someone else approaches, but you don't get up. You'll waste anyone who tries to fuck with you right now. "Hot damn," says a voice almost but not quite like Terezi's. "Double trouble, huh?" Your dancestor snickers, and you look up as dancestor Pyrope swaggers around into view.

"If you'd been lectured by my father for four hours on your thirteenth birthday about all the many disasters that occur to a realm when you muddy the succession with bastards, you wouldn't have been very quick to dive into bed with the nearest servant girl, either," Arthur muttered.

Eric’s always been pretty discreet about hooking up with people, Cam can’t remember ever actually seeing him leave with anyone on these team outings. Most of the time he seems perfectly content to hang out with the team, hang out with Cam, even though he could hook up with just about anyone easily enough. Very easily, Cam thinks, a little grimly, as Eric ducks his head a little and the lights catch in his hair.

In which Boyd has a proposition for Stiles, and then it all just spirals from there. —or— The one where everybody in Stiles' circle wakes up and realizes he's hot as fuck.

AS IF I COULD RESIST THE CHANCE TO WRITE DANNY TAKING STILES’ VIRGINITY.

Somehow, Scott managed to wind up on the wrong end of a genderswapping spell. Turns out, it's not a completely bad thing.

Sollux has two wriggling gifts for Karkat. The first is a traditional Wriggling Day present, complete with wrapping and bow. The second one wriggles in an entirely different manner.

You spend the hours after you wake up pacing your hive, your stomach threatening to upturn and your bulge threatening to unsheathe. You're excited to the point that you're dripping with more than just sweat, yes, but you're also beyond nervous. Besides what you assume are the usual worries -- what if he doesn't show up, what if he takes one look at your butlerbot and is so unimpressed -- there's also the tiny little fact that you've never done any of this before. At all.

In order to make a man out of Jon, Robb and Theon take him to Ros, the red-headed whore. But the night of drunken revelry leads to many startling discoveries ... (originally written for asoiaf kinkmeme)

Aqualad has no idea what he's in for.

Stiles doesn't think it's a problem. After all, what are the odds that it'll come after him? It's not like he's the only virgin left in Beacon Hills! And it's not like people are lining up to help him out, either...

It startles him to see a human shape on his altar tonight.

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

"After multiple times of people trying to use him as a virgin sacrifice, Tim decides it's time to lose his V-card. Enter Kon-el."

My first attempts at Tim/Kon, and it shows. I've since made some edits, but not all that many as these things go. The fascinating thing to me is that, almost ten years later, I wouldn't change much of *anything* about the Kon.

Sam folded his arms and glared at him. “Okay, you know what, now I’m starting to think you’re not even trying.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Levi states, examining the dick in front of him. “I take back my promise to deep-throat you. Take it way back.” “Um,” Erwin says, "That's fine."

Stiles didn't choose to give his life to the unicorns, not really; they were the ones who chose him. He didn't understand, then, what it was they were taking from him.

Jack opens a door he hasn't walked through in a long time. Bitty holds his hand.

"The art of love will be my challenge. We are going to measure our prowess as men. I challenge you to a battle to determine which of us is the better lover!"

"One has to wonder if it's all the perverts you're attracted to, or just the crazy ones.”

“Trust me,” Mary whispers, and in a louder voice: “Come in, Sherlock.”

On any given day, Sherlock might come out of the bathroom smelling like an Alpha on the hunt (Alpha #8) or an Omega in heat (Omega #9), a Beta brooding (Beta #3), or like no gender at all. The last one was his actual scent, which wasn't so much scentless as confusing. At least in an adult. If Sherlock and John were the sort of people to read Mills and Boon novels, they could have said that what occurred was because destiny intervened and set two destined lovers in their one true pairings' path. It was the lasagna.

Bacchus says the Percy and Jason having sex will be a suitable sacrifice to get him to help them defeat the giant twins. These two fics show two different scenarios for how that could play out.

"Is this your first time?" Olivier has never slept with a virgin.

Kon is bored easily, and Tim is skittish.

You'd thought your master's hive was grand, but it's nothing compared to the Imperial Palace. The building rears up before you, sweeping arches and high towers, black stone ornamented with garnet-colored tile. The banners snapping in the wind are brighter, though, a red so bright it looks unnatural: the banners of the Scarlet Emperor, newly risen, the first of his blood since the Signless Sunderer tore down the old empire and built the new one a thousand sweeps ago. Every noble in the Empire is coming to the Capital tonight, bringing gifts to demonstrate their allegiance and beg the new Emperor's favor. Your master is bringing you.

He sits back, deliberately putting distance between you despite the part of your brain that wishes he wouldn't. "Okay. Freakout over? Good. Now how about some small words and short sentences to work out exactly what the fuck is wrong with you." You sniffle. "Yes. Good. Opening a constructive dialogue in order to put the oppressive apparatus into language so it can be engaged—" "Less theory, more practice," Karkat says.

Hotaru has dreams about Matsuoka and Yukimura. They’re totally platonic. Up until they’re not, and Hotaru ends up wondering what they’d all be like together. Even that totally wouldn’t happen. Because they’re not dating her. Y’know. Yet.

He pushes off the bed in one smooth motion, and your bloodpusher skips a beat as he takes a step towards you. “Really.” “If, if you’re trying to imply anything lewd—” “Lewd? Seriously? You sound like Zahhak.” Another step. Your voice is too shrill when you ask, “But are you?” He braces one hand against the wall over your shoulder, tilts his head to the side, and smirks in that infuriating, awful way. “What do you think?”

Dear god, I just needed to write some PWP. The ever-lovely flutiebear suggested this prompt. Seamus gets deflowered by either Hawke or Anders... The one not deflowering...assists.

Allison isn’t sure what, exactly, she was expecting from college, but it wasn’t an instant live-in best friend and an immediate invitation to a party.