A boy. A vampire. An alleyway. Some raccoons. But they don't get in on the action. Xander. Angel.

Whee! A co-written story! And smut! Tesla and I decided to unite her Oz and my Xander to create... something. Sticking to our corresponding POVs, we tagged this back and forth until Tesla declared it done. You can thank her for getting the pornmobile on the road, by the way. I was gonna keep those poor boys talking aaaall night.

Spike. Xander. Mutual grief and nudity.

Vampires were manhandling me so much tonight maybe I should give myself a nickname to reflect my interesting new hobby. Bitch-Boy maybe? I’ll have to give it some thought later

Strife's rebirth comes with some interesting additions.

There's a heat wave in Sunnydale, and Xander can't sleep. Moral of the story? Don't go out alone for a walk at night on a hellmouth. (Features "Once More With Feeling" song stylings.)

By the time the sun set, the basement had been completely emptied.

Tony awoke to find himself all tied up after trailing a murder suspect. At least he had some guy named Xander Harris there to keep him company.

Xander and Dean find a way around a curse that condemns them to hell.

"Well, now we're both out," Harry murmured, sounding like he was on the edge of sleep.

Harry spends a post-OotP Christmas at the Weasleys.

Uh, pretty much PWP. Something goes very wrong with a trial run of some new tech.

Count D discovers that it is one thing to know, but another to understand.

Deep within the bowels of the shop, no sounds or scents from the outside world can penetrate. But, Chris’ preternatural awareness of the world around him makes him sensitive to such things. The tempests Chris must weather.

Harry from the future ends up on the doorstep of number 12, Grimmauld place. He arrives with his invisibility cloak, map, wand, and the clothing on his back. Future Harry comes to tell past Harry about something he wants his other self to not do.

On the eve of graduation at Hogwarts, a drunken encounter leads to run-ins with Filch, unexpected bonding, and, perhaps, much more...

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

Harry is drawn into Fred and George's circle.

prompt was: "Post-war. Both RL & SS survive but couldn't find a reason to keep living. Harry tries to help RL. Drags in SS. RL&SS bonds, friendship turns to love. Harry says what the hell have I done! Slow build-up, smut, clumsy 1st-time, no previous romantic feelings."

Bikky/Lai moment, Exactly what the title implies. You can't tell me no one else saw the possibility.

when Severus gives Harry and Draco detention, he has no idea that he's in for some peripheral pleasure.

Harry and Draco try to keep quiet while Snape is sniffing around...

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'"

Draco shackled to a pillar. Harry wielding a sword. One goofy plot device. You do the math.

The good doctor, as many scientists of his inquisitive bent, was largely amoral, pursuing knowledge for the sake of itself. The two main assets of his life, those gloried above all others, were his precious vegetative experiments and his beautiful younger brother, Anwyll.

"You," she says easily, "strike me as a man in need of a blowjob."

For all his experience and education, Bob thinks he could have been a little better prepared before joining a band, particularly this band. For example, he really would have liked a seminar on how to tell the difference between a metaphor and making idle conversation.

Sam did get a full ride to Stanford. Just not the way he'd like Dean to believe.

“Oh, not this Smallville BS again, Dean. That’s a myth.” Sam looks up from his manly breakfast of Corn Nuts and Coke to roll his eyes at Dean.

Dean and Sam have to reenact an ancient Aztec ritual in order to stop a curse.

Turns out virginity is a state of mind and some demons aren't as picky as others.

Dean isn't planning on getting pulled over tonight, but wouldn't that just be the perfect fucking end to a perfect fucking day? For some state trooper or local Officer Friendly to flash the red-and-blues and find them both covered with blood and claw marks

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.

Underage!Sam/OFC divirginizing fic. Sam knows Dean's watching, but she doesn't.

Sam, his high school girlfriend and a mini-skirt would be a worthy concept

They're her boys, and she loves them, and she'll do whatever it takes to keep them alive.

Porn, and more porn. I saw Prince Caspian on Friday & the image of Ed in his uniform just wouldn’t leave my head. I know, it’s horrible.

"I've never seen it plant on a person before."

It was just Bob, sprawled on the couch at three in the morning, watching a DVD he'd seen probably a dozen times and waiting to get tired.

Gerard stared. Frank bounced, grinning. "Do you even know anything about it? I mean, have you ever actually--" Frank's hands flew into the air. "Science project! That's the whole point! Learning something!"

It was not long after this conversation (and the subsequent conversations that involved copious use of the words 'cockslut' and 'bottom Bob') that the members of My Chemical Romance (sans Bob, naturally) decided to throw Bob a surprise gangbang party.

Xander's doing penance. He's penitential. He's so fucking sorry he can't say or think any word that isn't sorry or a synonym thereof.

Sam really didn't mean to get trapped with the demon, really he didn't.

The Stone has many names and many forms, and they seek it in many ways....

They say the third time's the charm...

SEQUEL to THE MANY WAYS TO FALL I know it has been a million years, so you might want to at least skim it even if you read it already. This fic probably won’t make sense without that one. What if Adam and Kris had a brief but memorable encounter before Idol?

You want to stop, say it, right now.

The hotel room was almost too quiet after the rush of the day and the steady drumming of the shower: the triple-glazed glass kept out the noise of Times Square, so the billboards flashed silently and the taxis and traffic slid by without a sound, like being in space. Kris stood at the window in his sweatpants and t-shirt, staring out at it blankly until Adam knocked on the door.

Adam goes to check on Kris and finds something he definitely wasn't expecting.

Kradam - AU: Kris and Adam meet by chance some other way (which is entirely up to you) and sparks fly. NC-17