When the Russian mob starts to take over the Boston underworld there are two ways to handle the situation; the way of the gun, or the way of the con. Or, a little bit of both.

Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

Zelda has always been caught between one and the other. When her personal freedom crashes around her heels, it finally means being able to find the true freedom he's always craved.

Hunters lived outside society, so what was one more thing to make him different from some damn civilian? That’s what Dean used to think—before he realized how powerful being a part of the queer community could be. The only trouble is, keeping in touch with the community is easier said than done when he’s never in one place for very long, and sometimes Dean needs his community like a lifeline. That’s where the list comes in.

John figured out he was gay by reading his mother's romance novels--and realizing he wanted to have sex with the pirate, not the damsel-in-distress.

Sometimes, Loki just doesn't think some of his plans through as much as he should. For example: He overhears one Tony Stark mentioning the thought of having kids terrifies him. Most people would think seducing Tony for the sole purpose of getting pregnant with his kid just for the Lolz would be going too far. Turns out, Tony is only terrified at first... once he gets used to the idea though... His fantastic awesome prank now backfired in his face, Loki wants to go pout (and maybe raise the little hellspawn a Loki/Tony combination is sure to be) and be miserable. Now, Tony has to seduce his Baby Mama to come back so they can raise their hellspawn together/in shared custody/not to be a evil magic-using, super genius (Good magic-using, super genius is fine though.) Bonus Points for Thor trying to get a shotgun wedding going.

After being chased for years for being irreplacable, it was a relief to share himself with someone who kept a man in every port.

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.

Knocking is a virtue.

"The castle is sweltering in the midsummer heat, stones breathing damply under the sun's height when even the air lies still."

I was saying something on Twitter about how much easier it is to write really dirty-hot fic when Adam Lambert is involved, because while, eg, fanon!Ryan Ross may think he's a sex god, fanon!Adam actually is. ... and then someone said something about Adam/RyRo, and this happened.

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

"What's with the dress?"

Insta-fic! Inspired by the vid of emo boys kissing so generously linked to by ladycat777 and ros_fod, my version of kissing on a dare with a high-school aged Spike and Xander.

Tony struggles to deal with his synaesthesia most of his adult life. Can he ever find somebody who understands what he’s dealing with?

In which there are parties, awkwardness and orgasms.

"Request is for trolls having 'opposite parts'. I know it doesn't really make sense with all the references to bone bulges, but let's pretend that troll men have vaginas and troll ladies have cocks. I want to see a troll and and one of the kids hook up and have lots of "oh god wtf you're backwards" confusion and alarm. I don't really care which pairing it is, but there's a lot of them it could be hilarious/cute with (John/Karkat, Rose/Kanaya, Dave/Terezi, Jade/Tavros, etc.) If it ends up being a troll girl with a human guy, bonus points for pegging!"

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So, er, I sorta was choking on the subtext of a scene in GO6. Asuka suggested writing a bit that went lemony and could be cut, so I could finish the actual scene without my muse making rude comments every other word.

The first time rain and Temari’s visits coincided, she stood in Shikamaru’s garden for three hours before coming in, soaked, shivering, and grinning from ear to ear. Her clothes were plastered to her body, every curve revealed, ponytails weighed down and dark with water, dripping all over the floor of the entrance with complete disregard for the mess.