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'"

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."

Merlin has two pretty toys to play with.

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

"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.

Smutty, kinky, threesome slash.

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.

A wicked smile slowly spreads across Kent’s face, and he turns to Jack. “What do you say, should I show your boy how to make you cry?”

Gaara calls the shots; Lee gets the attention; but Sakura inevitably gets what she wants.

So this story is about the time I fucked up— [ONE of the times you fucked up] —and pissed off Shiklah, my wife. She decided to punish me with the help of a couple of her henchdemons, and kinky fun was had by all.

One might think that after spending six years serving as a Galaxy Garrison senior officer, leading dozens of dangerous missions into enemy territory, personally overseeing the deaths of Zarkon’s highest generals, and getting his arm blown off only to be replaced by a weaponized prosthetic against his will, Shiro would be prepared for anything the Universe threw at him. He was not prepared for Keith and Lance.

Mingjue’s thumbs stroke gently against the wings of his shoulders as he leans in, setting his mouth to Jiang Cheng’s ear. “Qingqing wants this, too. All three of us. You, me, her.” A shudder runs down Jiang Cheng’s spine; he’s dizzy, breath coming too fast, and he’s shamefully hard just from this, his erection trapped against the edge of the sink. “Would you like that, Cheng-di? It’s fine if you don’t, but if you do –” “Yes.” The word rasps out of him, echo-y and desperate. “I want that.”

Tim and Cass (and to a lesser extent, Steph) share everything. That’s just a fact. Clothes, safe houses, gear, food, showers, toothbrushes— —and sexual partners.