Weiss wasn't sure how she felt about magazine reporters.

Three weeks after their wedding, they give Sherlock a ring.

Rey is different from Finn; all sharp angles with kinetic energy beneath pale skin, eyes wide enough to take in the sky. A completely different kind of beauty from Finn, but beautiful all the same. Oh no, thinks Poe Dameron, with a sinking realisation.

The idea brings its own problems, of course. Rey was a one for so long that it’s been hard to get used to being a two with Finn, but at least for that she has seen models that she could learn from, even living and scavenging in the wastes of Jakku. There were some raggedy families headed up by parents; one or two young couples who shared their food and took turns sheltering each other from the sun. She has no frame of reference for this, for threeness, but she knows she wants it. Never mind that she’s never seen it done before. She’ll have to make it up as she goes; at least she’s good at that. There’s the family you’re born into, and then there’s the one you make for yourself.

someone said "touch-starved Finn" and the next thing I know I'm writing a tragic backstory and sickeningly cute OT3 cuddles - “Pick yourself up, FN-2187,” they’d tell him. And then they’d hit him again.

“Shut up and hand me that tiara,” she snarls at him, flapping her hand at the dresser where it's perched jauntily on top of his blast helmet.

Rey steals Finn’s clothes. So in some way she’s stealing his clothes.

In which Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are dimension-hopping superheroes. Kind of. More or less.

Some days she maybe secretly wishes a tiny bit she didn't have to climb a rope to get home, but today she landed a miscreant in human jail to reflect on his crimes and she feels grimly victorious, enough to combat the fatigue. "Hallo the den of iniquity! I'm home!" she yells when she makes it to the landing, after she has spat her briefcase's handle out of her mouth. (The serrated corner almost gets her in the foot.) -- Terezi, Karkat and Dave do the totally ordinary suburban married life thing, with great success.

A snowstorm forces Cullen, Bull, and Dorian to confront the history they share. Together they find a new way forward.

You’re alone, you’re on your own So what? Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours? The thing that he expected: Kicking Hotaru off the team for his own safety. The thing that he didn’t prepare for: Literally everything else that happened in the next twenty-four hours.

Look, Jason knows how to use condoms. This is not his responsibility.

The two of you pretend to ignore them for a moment longer, until you just can’t hold in the laughter anymore and both lose it. While you’re catching your breath (and maybe still nibbling on Latula’s throat), she says, “So, dudes. You want in on this pants party or what?” They both say, “Yes,” at the same time, and they’re too distracted to do more than try to elbow each other in the ribs without taking their eyes off you, and it’s pretty much the cutest thing ever.

"Hot space catboy Shiro, please. Just hanging out with his tail and ears sticking out of his uniform, or going into heat, or maybe affectionately head-rubbing all of the crew. Anything with catboy!Shiro."

Just because Iron Man is the only guide who can actually pull Bucky and Steve out of a zone, doesn't mean that Tony has to tell them who he is.

“Stop freaking out,” Malia whispers, rubbing herself against him. It’s not really in an intentionally hot way, more like the way that dogs and cats rub themselves against you because they want pets, but she’s naked, and Stiles is a perfectly functional teenage boy sandwiched between two very hot people. Who are in his bed. “I’m not freaking out,” he whispers back furiously, voice too high to be steady. “Are you freaking out? And oh yeah, important question. Why is Derek Hale in my bed?”

Three years is a long time to fake-date your friend as a favor. Flower, Véro, and Sid maybe need this pointed out for them.

A predator belongs only to himself.

Keith thinks he's about to get rickrolled. Keith is mistaken. When he opens the email, all it says is Saw this and thought of you, happy birthday buddy, followed by a link to a video hosted on a Google drive. Keith gives it a long look, weighing suspicion against curiosity, the fact that he knows the sender of the email against the fact that he knows the sender, and then shrugs suspicion aside. He's probably about to get rickrolled, but whatever. He clicks the link. It's not a rickroll.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Mito asks thoughtfully.

Wufei is made to watch and wait.

The dragons were devoted to the children first and foremost, but Drogon would snap and flame at anyone who came too close to Rhaella, Balerion could on occasion be found curled up on Elia's lap while she worked, and Ghost had once arranged himself just so along the back of the Iron Throne while Lyanna held court in her husband's absence - it was the most productive court session she'd ever been party to. Or, Rhaegar marries Lyanna Stark, and runs away with Elia Martell

“Actually we’re open,” he explained. He didn’t get it. “Open?” “To having sex with strangers.” Wait— Oh. Oh.

“Happy birthday, Shane,” Sara says. “I got you a Ryan.” “Th—thanks?” Shane says. He looks at Ryan and Ryan just looks back, weirdly impassive, giving nothing away. “But I’m pretty sure I already have a Ryan in this model. What’s the return policy?” “Not like this, you don’t,” she says, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. Out of the corner of his eye Shane can see Ryan bring his hand to his mouth, stifling a snicker that he turns into a cough. Oh, he thinks. Oh shit.

Shane has the worst timing.

Falling for Magnus Bane is a surprisingly easy thing to do.

“I can’t even look at you, Clary,” Simon spits, low and accusatory. “I wanted to see you so badly, and now you’re right there, and I can’t even look at you.”

Jace would rather be anywhere else than here - stuck in some alternate dimension with Clary and Simon frigging Lewis. But, unfortunately, he doesn't have a choice. Also, Jace is not okay.

He can feel them both everywhere, standing between the two of them like this. He can feel the way the sweat drips down his back, Simon’s breath on his back, the hard surface of the boat under his hands.

Venom had a plan to win Anne back. Eddie vetoed that plan, because it mostly consisted of eating off Dan’s head, which Eddie did not approve of for a number of reasons. The most obvious one was that Dan was a good person who did not deserve to become a snack for the monstrous alien living in Eddie’s body. The one most relevant when considering Venom’s mostly non-existent morality was that Anne would probably not be very happy with them if they bit off her boyfriend’s head. And the final reason, the one that Eddie really hated to admit, was that he kind of really liked Dan.

He noticed the way Clary’s hand would rub soothing lines up and down Simon’s back as they sat in meetings. He would watch, face hot with something like jealousy when Clary would kiss Simon’s cheek whenever she left the room. Jace saw it all. And to be honest, it was probably inevitable that he would start to watch Simon, too.

Most nights they stay up later than they meant to, laughing. “It's like a slumber party every day,” Simon says, and Jace smirks and says, “I don't know what kind of slumber parties you went to,” and Maia says, “More than you. I thought Shadowhunters weren't allowed to have fun.”

The Chargers rebuild the alienage of the worst city in Thedas. Skinner hates everything about it, except Merrill–maybe.

Anne and Dan want to help Eddie and Venom find a new source of phenethylamine. Did you know it’s produced by a bacterium commonly found in human genitals? That’s a FACT.

Simone grins wider and runs her other hand through his hair. “Okay, here’s your warning. You’re gonna eat me out, and then I’m gonna ride you.” Brian’s dick twitches in her hand and Pat groans from the bed and she laughs. “Seems like everyone thinks that’s a great idea, so…”

Rajan, Wolfgang and Kala have sex after Nominita's wedding.

Nomi wants help from a team of criminals to bring down BPO, Amanita isn't sure she trusts them, Hardison is impressed by Nomi's hacking skills, Parker comes to the rescue, and Eliot notices some very distinctive fighting styles. [Podfic + Text]

Marina prompted me with "Sense8: anything post show with Rajan/Kala/Wolfgang." I decided I wanted these three to have a little time to themselves without there being a giant sensate orgy going on at the same time. Set immediately post-series finale, ware spoilers.

They were back in the Positano villa, the place they had spent their honeymoon, and the symbolism of it had not escape Rajan. Three times he’d come here with his wife now. The first they had come together, just the two of them, to embark upon their shared life together. The second time he had arrived without her, but with all of people, all of the secrets, she had withheld from him. He had followed blindly behind her into a world of violence and persecution and warfare, and such love, so much love he barely knew how to process it. It was then he and his wife started their marriage anew, with the knowledge that they understood each other now, with clarity, and generosity, and hope. This third time, Wolfgang Bogdanow was their only companion, and Rajan could not help but wonder what that meant for the third symbolic consummation of his marriage. Perhaps this place was destined to be both where his marriage had opened, and where it would close.

Rajan watches Wolfgang pick up his wife and twirl her around; they look good together, like two halves of a whole—although that isn’t particularly true, with six of their other selves standing nearby. He feels a knot twist in his stomach; Rajan tells himself it’s jealousy.

“Hey, by the way,” Bucky says, “what’s the most times you’ve ever made Steve come in a row?”

Wolfgang walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked. “Come in,” came Rajan’s call from inside. Wolfgang gently pushed open the door and stepped into the room, head ducked and shoulders hunched, a nervous smile on his face. Rajan looked up from the book he was reading on the bed and smiled. “Kala’s at work still,” he said, fumbling for his bookmark and placing the book on the bedside table. Wolfgang swallowed. “Um, I was actually… looking for you,” he said. “Is that okay?”

Felix is right about too many things too often for Wolfgang's peace of mind. That includes that he should maybe, just maybe, let Rajan know he wants to ride his dick.

Pain Is What Makes Us People

Wei Ying has Lan Zhan, and he has A-Yuan, and with his usual generosity, he thinks of a way to give Jiang Li and Jin Zixuan (who have been trying in vain for children for five years) a child of their own. As long as Lan Zhan is okay with it, of course. (Lan Zhan is not okay with it, but he says yes. Lan Zhan just can't say no to Wei Ying, not even when it leads to holding his heat-drunk husband while another man takes him.)

Wen Ning has been receiving gifts. Wei Wuxian doesn't know who's sending them. Lan Wangji is accidentally keeping a secret.

Wen Ning is a very good liar and an even better actor, Yanli will hand him that.

It’s possible that letting go of this crush on Wei Ying would have been easier for Lan Zhan if he didn’t know that Wei Ying and his lover, Mo Xuanyu, often took thirds to bed. It is almost certain that letting go of this crush would have been easier had Lan Zhan not become one of them.

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.”

"Do we need to come up with rules?" Jin Ling asks. "What, like a point system? A bunch of categories for touches based on difficulty? A—" "No," Jin Ling starts, raising his voice to interrupt Jingyi, "I meant, are there rewards or punishments if he guesses right or wrong? Or if we fuck up?" "Let's just see how this goes," Sizhui says. "We can adjust later if we want. Alright with you, Zizhen?" "Uh-huh." Zizhen is just thinking about touching, in general. (the other juniors blindfold Zizhen and he has to guess who is touching him)