Fred and George open their joke shop but with another shop underground, a sex toyshop.

Ron walked back into the room, carrying a basket filled with ripe, glistening fruits, quite different from Mrs. Weasley's biscuits and candies. "There's even a note. 'I do hope we can put all this behind us. -- V'"

a crumbling of preconceptions

Adam never thought he would be out-dommed by a tiny blond Christian girl. Katy finds out about Kris and Adam, and reacts.

How it started was simple enough. Sorta. It was Tomo's fault.

Spencer had. Spencer had totally thought this far ahead. Spencer had never in a million fucking years expected that Brendon would want both -- would want what Spencer gave him and would want the girl. Spencer figured that, if it ever came down to it, Brendon would go for the girl with both hands and leave Spencer fucking alone and lonely, with nothing and no one except Brendon's dog and Brendon's house in L.A. and Brendon working shoulder to shoulder with him every day on keeping their fucking band together with spit and fish tacos and the goddamn song Brendon's been writing for three years with the fucking Rimsey-Korsakov descending major thirds in the bridge.

"Okay, that," he says carefully, "you weren’t supposed to see."

Gifts should never be questioned, especially when Sasha Fierce is playing along.

So, she's been working on the whole attitude thing for about eight months now and it still doesn't work for her. The sequel to Here There Be Dragons.

"Do you have any idea what this means?" "Ummm...no?" Puck took pity on Finn's apparent lack of a working brain this early in the morning. "Kurt.....is fucking around....on both of us."

This is from the kinkmeme with the prompt 'Kris watches gay porn for the first time and gets really turned on. Adam walks in on him.'

The thing about McGee is...well, the thing about McGee is that he started out as marshmallow and somewhere along the way turned into steel.

Adam laughs again. "The Jamie Hyneman management philosophy." He does a silly voice. "Corporal punishment in the workplace - it works!"

The whip in Philadelphia is the absolute last straw. sequel to Bingo

John, Rodney and a room full of...things.

Merlin has two pretty toys to play with.

Spock harbors a secret fantasy of bottoming for the toppiest top in Topsville. Kirk makes all his wildest dreams come true.

Adam opens Down The Rabbit Hole when he's twenty-six. It's sort of a last-ditch attempt to do something with his life and when Patricia, the sweetest lesbian around, had told him she was selling her bar (which was literally an underground bar, totally awesome), he'd pounced on the opportunity.

Inspired by TFLN. (440): "I could never have "feelings" for someone who, at one point, wanted to "hate fuck" my face."

Patrick loves the tentacle beds. Bob is not so sure.

"Don’t bore me with the petty details. Just tell me what sort of masks we’ll all be wearing while we rob this bank. I hope it’s not dead U.S. presidents. That’s so overdone.”

A profile is one of the harder likenesses to get right. On a boring stakeout, Peter and Neal test some handcuffs and discuss alleged art heists and portraiture. Set after “Copycat Caffrey.”

Eliot and Alec have a talk about their respective kinks.

James stumbles into a situation he was really not expecting, and then gets offered something he never thought he’d have. Yeah, that’s not vague at all. LOL

"I'm sure you're not going to care, it's very weak of me," Haru tells Sasuke, almost casual. "I'm in love with you. It's not hero-worship. It's not a phase. I am not confused." Silence. Sasuke's expression doesn't change at all. Haru knows better than to think he didn't hear, or misunderstood. He probably suspected it a while ago. But it's alright (it's not, it hurts.) This isn't the reason Haru brought them both here.

Duo left this part of his life behind years ago, but some habits are hard to break.

The meeting with Yosuke's Shadow goes in a different direction when he turns his eyes on Souji (it's a direction that involves porn).

"You can't make a sub the military commander of Atlantis," Ford said.

Megamind still has some important life lessons to learn. Roxanne is once again here to help.

just some porn... kinky, kinky porn.

Smutty, kinky, threesome slash.

In which Clint takes a leap of faith in more ways than one.

Clint and Coulson become sparring partners when it's clear Clint needs a new challenge. Clint is not prepared for the results.

Tony wants to see Steve break a sweat; it just takes one hell of a workout.

Ronon watches over Bruce and Logan because Sheppard asks him to do so. Bruce and Tony like having Ronon around. Smut ensues, lots of slashy smut.

Tony is trying very hard to be the perfect boyfriend. Maybe too hard. But that's okay because Pepper has a simple solution to get Tony to relax and nurture his other relationships too. "Hello, Captain. What can I do for you?" "It's about Tony," he says immediately, his soldier's efficiency not allowing for any dallying. "We - the Avengers, that is - have some concerns."

Prompt fill; Kurt driving a tied up, spread open Blaine to tears by denying him pleasure and refusing to touch him.

Gamzee sits there all to grinning, because he gets this by now, he does: Equius says Do you want me to when he means I fucking want to so bad I can't fucking stand it, like getting all close to what he wants would make it snap like one of his motherfucking robots. Seems like, if you pity a brother with a hangup like that, about the only motherfucking thing to do is take the decisions right the fuck out of his strong hands.

Bro makes a show of snorting, of relaxing his stance. His heart is still in his throat. His kids, his kids, someone almost took his kids. Someone did, and the only reason they didn't get away with it has nothing to do with him, nothing, and everything with that rabid weasel who won't. Step. Off. His balls. -- Pretty much as the title says.

You're going to leave the toybox in the closet tonight, because you are fairly certain that you can ruin him six ways to Sunday without even a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to back you up, and you really don't want to give the poor guy an aneurysm or something.

Dirk laughs, presses his lips to the sweat-drenched nape of your neck, lets his teeth scrape the skin. "Don't worry, babe, I'm not going to leave you hanging. I've got something special for you. Get up."

Karkat has gone really still. He opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. Opens his mouth-- "No. On second thought, no. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I said I would do this. I have never had even the slightest desire to do this." "Uh," John says. "Okay?"

John discovers a new and MUCH more entertaining way to fill his prankster's gambit.

This isn't a thing Equius does; surrendering to impulses is for other people. He has always been one to measure, to strategize, to rein himself in as best he can. It was a necessity. Even his liaisons to satisfy the drones were more matters of negotiation and restraint than unbridled passion, adequate but not exceptional. But as Strider follows him out of the hangar and down the corridor, it's all Equius can do not to turn on him, not to attack him right there, not to pin him to the wall with hands around his throat and knee between his thighs.

Equius agrees to bet on a robot fight. Dirk is gambling on what happens afterward.

CG: I'VE SPENT ALL AFTERMIDNIGHT PACING UP AND DOWN MY NEW BLOCK IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR. THE ONLY REASON I HAVEN'T YET PACED MY WAY TROUGH THE WHOLE SHIP IS THAT IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FUCKING ERIDAN. CG: WHADDYA THINK OF A CAPE? DOUCHEY, RIGHT? CT: D--> I would most strenuously advise against it. It would only obstruct the sharp lines guiding the eye to the waist of your exquisitely tailored jacket. CG: YEAH, I LIKE HOW THE JACKET CUTS SHORT RIGHT OVER THE TIGHTEST WHITE PANTS KNOWN TO TROLLKIND TOO. BE A SHAME TO HIDE THAT. CT: D--> That wasn't CT: D--> I mean CT: D--> I was merely admiring the craftsmanship. CG: YEAH, THAT KIND OF SKILL IS WORTH BEING ADMIRED. I SWEAR TO FUCK THERE'S AN ASS-LIFTING TRICK SEWN RIGHT IN. BUTT-WONDERBRA. MY TUSH IS ALREADY PRETTY GOOD USUALLY BUT DEAR LORD, *I'D* DO ME.

First snippet, for asukaskerian. Hell yes, I will write the cuddly after-porn bit for these two! Unf. I am picturing them probably in similar circumstances here as in Asuka’s Uniform Kink pesterlog. :3

eridan is so tolerable when he can't talk

Derek doesn’t get why he likes it so much. It’s just not -- he hadn’t expected to need this. Not from Stiles. Not from anyone, ever. He doesn’t do this. Except he does, now. Because it’s for Stiles, and Derek -- fuck, he likes it too.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Stiles. He’s a man from a club. I couldn’t call him, if I wanted to.”