Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~9400 words. Contains drugs, alcohol, hints of breathplay, hints of desperation play, and intimacy kink.
Adam’s buried so deep in the idea that Tommy only wants him when there’s alcohol and drugs involved it’s gonna take a backhoe to dig him out again.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~9400 words. Contains drugs, alcohol, hints of breathplay, hints of desperation play, and intimacy kink.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2700 words. Drugs, questionable consent.
Adam’s probably daydreamed about taking him all sweet and slow the same way Tommy’s dreamed about this and woken up in the middle of the night hot and sweaty and so hard it hurts.
Adam Lambert/Neil Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~7600 words. Double penetration. Sibling incest. Part Four of Man with the Hex series.
When Tommy goes down on him with a shallow moan and Adam says, “Fuck, baby,” Neil honestly doesn’t know which one of them he’s talking to.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~10,00 words. Werewolves, knotting, bottom!Adam.
Adam’s not out of tune with his body, but he’s gotten so used to controlling it over the years that sometimes it takes reading Tommy’s to know what his own wants.
Tommy Joe Ratliff/Anderson Brooks. NC-17. ~5800 words. Crossdressing.
And right now, he’s so got Anderson on the brain: Anderson’s pretty, pretty face, and those long, long legs, and what Anderson’s hiding under that skirt.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2600 words. For this prompt on glam_kink, wherein Adam and Tommy are undead circus stars. I know. Contains consensual eroticised torture for entertainment.
Just because you’re undead doesn’t mean shit don’t hurt. That’s lesson number one.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~26,000 words. AU. Underage. Drugs. Alcohol. Prostitution. Sweet, glorious cliches.
Tired of being told what to do, by his parents and the nuns at school, Tommy takes to turning tricks for kicks. But when a kid named Adam, his age, hot, and so fucking sweet it hurts, finds him on his corner, Tommy finds out there’s more fun to rebelling than just in pissing people off.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~12,000 words. Werefic!
Summer air is close and charged in Tommy’s lungs, the music is thrumming in his bones, the drums guide his heartbeat, and there’s nowhere, fucking nowhere, he’d rather be than where he is, down on one knee, fingers on the frets, Adam’s gaze on him crackling thunderstorm-thick.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2500 words. Mobster!AU.
That’s some kind of divine comedic twist there, the dirty smudge of his fingerprints on Adam’s soul, and St. Pete can go fuck his pearly gates, heaven is right fucking here in Adam’s sweet vermouth mouth.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2600 words. Porny werefic coda to Skin This Cat.
It’s only been a couple of weeks since Adam came snarling out of the were closet. Maybe in a few more, Tommy’ll be completely used to looking down to find a snow leopard crashed in bed with him.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~5200 words. Desperation play and intimacy kink.
It’s a special kind of sleaze who gets off on something like their friend being a squirmy little shit who won’t just go to the fucking bathroom already.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~60,000 words. Werewolf AU containing underage rebellion, sex, drugs, alcohol, and rock ‘n roll.
Tommy has a plan. A very careful, weeks-long in development, not-so-shabby plan. The internet’s pretty good for learning shit, but his mom’s crazy, and disappointingly computer-savvy. Way more savvy than Tommy is. Tommy found out about the clubs through news articles, a few details through some message boards not filtered out by parental controls tighter than Fort fucking Knox, but not the real nitty-gritty stuff. Like if weres can smell how old you are.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. AU. Xeno. NC-17. ~2500 words. Timestamp to Stranger Things Never Changed My Mind.
There’s a heaviness in Adam’s limbs that makes this feel like a dream, heat-hazy and unreal. As unreal as the soft click of claws on tile. His eyes slip shut as he smiles. “I was wondering when you’d find me.”
Tony/Jarvis. NC-17. ~3000 words. Sorta masturbation, sorta self-cest, sorta really not.
This was the next logical step in the evolution of Iron Man, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been dying to do it for years. It was one hell of a good excuse though.
Adam/Tommy. Tour!fic. Drugs. Alcohol. Shenanigans. NC-17. ~59,000 words. For LBB.
Some casual, no-strings affection is exactly what Adam says he needs, what Tommy thinks he wants, and tour is a great environment to get it. But for something without strings, the sex with Adam leaves Tommy feeling awfully tangled up, and eventually something has to give.
Atom/Max Kenton. NC-17. ~4000 words. Robot/boy xeno yay!
Atom hates that he has a will, but not the freedom to use it.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. Super hard R. ~4000 words. Werewolves.
How is Frank supposed to enjoy a good run knowing Gerard’s out there pissing on his trees?
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~4500 words. Established relationship, watersports.
“If you tickle me, I’ll piss on you.”
Frank says, “Kinky.”
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~3700 words. Alcohol, drugs, watersports, sex involving all three.
If Frank concentrates, he’s pretty sure he remembers Gerard saying something like that about five minutes ago. That he liked dick, he liked Frankie’s dick, he kinda wants to get all up on it, hope that doesn’t make shit weird.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~5000 words. Alcohol. Drugs. Aliens!
Totally, of course. A sex alien named Gerard dropped out of the sky to watch him jerk off. No way is his brain making this shit up.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~6100 words. Consensual alien abduction, mood-altering spit, excessive amounts of spunk, and a complete lack of shame. Sequel to Got another dime for your telephone, aka, Gerard Way: Sex Alien.
“I mean,” Gerard rambles on, “how was I supposed to tell him? What was I supposed to tell him? ‘Hi, sweetheart, I’m here to steal you, how about a kiss’?”
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~33,000 words. Underage. Robots. (But not underage robots.) Written for
“Shit,” Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he’s gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he’s gonna do. He’s just gotta do it.
Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It’s dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He’s pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, “Activate.”
Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging– the thing’s busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot’s skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they’re a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, “Am I dead?”
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~6200 words. Puppyplay.
Gerard arfs in agreement before he grins up at Frank. “Pet me, motherfucker, I’m a good dog.”
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. NC-17. ~3100 words. Established relationship. Enthusiastic consent. Bestiality (of the werewolf kind). Knotting. Inspiried by this incredibly NSFW pic by Jinxii. Show You What All The Howl Is For.
Stiles is definitely a special kind of brilliant to be running around out here half-naked in the dark with a werewolf hot on his tail.
Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski. NC-17. ~3700 words. BFFs. Blanket!fic.
“Ow, okay, what part of ow are you not getting? God, is this how you cuddle?”
“I’m not trying to cuddle you,” Scott says, rooting determinedly around. “I’m trying to keep you warm.”
Stiles gives him a long look. A really, really long one, because sometimes Scott needs the time to chug his way around to a conclusion.
“Oh,” he says.
Tommy Joe Ratliff/Frank Iero (with Adam/Tommy and Gerard/Frank relationshippyness). NC-17. ~9200 words. High school AU. Missing scene/sequel-type-thing to Basement Rhapsody.
Not caring one bit about how Frank’s heart is trying to break through his ribs, but apparently totally into how his dick is trying to bust out of his jeans, Tommy says, “Frank likes it.”
Adam Lambert/Gerard Way/Frank Iero/Tommy Joe Ratliff (with Adam/Tommy and Gerard/Frank relationshippyness). NC-17. ~14,000 words. High school AU.
When Gerard glances up, Adam’s right in front of his face, hand held out. “I’m Adam. Thanks for having us over. Are we doing it down here?”
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~17,000 words. Vampire AU. Artwork by the amazing azrabel.
Frank’s so fucking freaky he’s potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. AU. Xenokink. NC-17. ~4500 words.
Frank only comes out when he’s alone.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. Prison AU. Contains scenes of violence, off-screen/aborted dubcon, drug abuse, and a ridiculous marshmallow core. NC-17. ~29,000 words.
How assholes in prison fall in love.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. High school AU. Tentacles. NC-17. ~10,600 words. Most ridiculous and amazing banner by the most ridiculous and amazing @cee_m. Similarly, this fic for rivers_bend.
Frank slides his hand all the way up to where Gerard’s arm and tentacles fuse at his armpit. The difference between the feel of one beneath his palm and the other is literally the stuff his dreams are made of. His wet dreams.
Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~8200 words. Pencey Prep days.
If this is what Frank wants, then fuck it. Just fucking fuck it. Frank can have it.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2400 words. Mild D/s. Armbinding. Adam sees sequinned zebra-print pants and has to try them on, Tommy sees hardcore bondage porn and has to try it out. Whatever. Read the rest of this page »
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Sam/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones. Enema. Fisting. ~5600 words.
Sam’s pretty sure Dean doesn’t secretly harbour a food fetish, no matter how worked up he gets over a mini cheesesteak.
Daken/Venom. NC-17. ~2400 words. Tentacles. Bondage.
Mac is the most interesting fuck he’s ever had. Definitely the most interesting thing he’s ever controlled.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2600 words. For the glam_kink prompt ‘Tommy’s first time’, and probably so not what the requester had in mind.
“Hey,” Tommy snaps, flinging his hair back out of his face and settling a little more firmly on his knees, braced and ready, “fucker, I’m tryin’ to do this right.”
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~4700 words. Drug use. Shotgunning and fingering and rimming, oh my.
There are lines in the sand and Tommy’s allowed to touch them, give them a little nudge, but not step right fucking over them like that.
Daken/Mac/Lester. NC-17. ~3400 words. Dubious consent (Daken).
Unlike Daken, Lester doesn’t care for subtle, and somebody’s going to notice that blood pool come morning.
Holmes/Watson. NC-17. ~7,000 words. Steampunk AU.
Despite the testament of his empty wallet, Watson still tended to favour the long odds.
Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~10,000 words.
It’s not co-dependency. It’s healthy work-life balance.
Nite Owl(Dan)/Rorschach. R. ~4400 words.
The problem with inkblots is that they say whatever you want them to.
Movieverse. Logan/Rogue. NC-17. ~3400 words.
He wonders when she figured him out.
Movieverse. Logan/Tony, implied Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~4000 words.
Tony wants to know what he tastes like out here, if he’s sharp as the whiskey he sometimes drinks or gritty like the wind, last-chance bittersweet.
Daken/Bullseye. NC-17. ~2800 words. Dubious consent (Daken). Contains homophobic and misogynistic comments a la the unreliable psychopathic serial killer assassin narrator.
Sooner or later, everybody’s going to die. He’s looking forward to being the one who shoves a knife straight through one of Daken’s pretty eyes.
Holmes/Watson. NC-17. ~2300 words. Gunkink.
“Watson, I know you have a fondness for gambling, but there is a time and a place and this is neither.”
Robert Downey Jr./Jude Law, Robert Downey Jr./Susan Downey. NC-17. ~8500 words. Polyamory.
Of course being fucked by Robert is exactly like being his friend.
Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark/Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan. NC-17. ~6600 words. A remix of ponderosa’s Bad Celebrity Influence.
If someone had asked exactly six point five seconds ago, Tony would have said that of the two people involved in this conversation, Steve wasn’t the one fooling around with clever innuendo.
Paul Avery/Robert Graysmith. NC-17. ~2600 words.
“I’m a drunken reprobate, Bobby boy, nothing’s too much for me to handle.”
Liev Schreiber/Hugh Jackman. NC-17. ~3300 words. Implied polyamory.
That was the thing about being woken up by Hugh. It was being woken up by Hugh.
Daken/Mac. NC-17. ~4100 words. Tentacles. Mild gore. Dubious consent. This is so not what it says on the tin. Post Sinister Spider-Man.
This would be so much easier if Daken could talk to the symbiote directly.
Logan/Daken. NC-17. ~2300 words. Dubious consent (amnesia, Daken). Set during Wolverine Origins #38.
He swings his leg over the old gearshift to kick Logan’s foot off the gas. “Give me a good reason why we shouldn’t.”
Sam/Dean. R. ~1200. Gunplay.
The gun–Dean’s gun–rests against Dean’s cheek, its reflection flashing in his eyes as the sun dips low.
Holmes/Watson. NC-17. ~2100 words. Temporary genderswap.
He knew exactly what course of action he must embark upon. “Watson! Watson!”
Tony/Robert Downey Jr. NC-17. Crossover.
“Bruce Wayne would’ve at least sent a fucking helicopter to pick me up.”
Movieverse. Tony/Steve. NC-17. ~5000 words.
“Tony, for the good of the country, we should get married.”
John/Bobby. NC-17. ~1500 words. Pre-series.
“It’s written all over your face, Singer.”
Thomas/Harry. R. ~1700 words. UST. Set after Blood Rites.
Harry woke to the uncommon event of someone crawling into his bed.
Batman/Joker. R. ~1900 words. Post TDK.
The news runs a special on the carnage Gotham has endured since Batman’s conception and a voice whispers in Bruce’s ear, “Look at you go.”
Holmes/Watson. NC-17. ~3800 words. Pre-movie. Co-produced with Ponderosa. Embedded image NSFW.
“Gently, gently!” Holmes rocked nearly up onto his toes with the force of it, his hand grabbing in a most satisfying way at Watson’s forearm.
Movieverse. Tony/Steve. NC-17. ~4600 words.
“With wild and crazy abandon,” Tony said, and grabbed him around the waist to yank him close like a black and white picture hero. “Hold on tight.”
Holmes/Watson. NC-17. ~2700 words. Premature ejaculation. Rimming.
Once Watson regains the power of speech he isn’t at all certain he wishes to utilise it.
Vincent/Jerome. NC-17. ~2300 words. Hatesex.
Jerome has never had anything so noble as a point to prove.
Holmes/Watson. R. ~1400 words.
Watson’s only regret of the moment was that he couldn’t risk the kiss he so wretchedly wanted.
Robert Downey Jr/Hugh Jackman. NC-17. ~2100 words.
Hugh manages to hold it for one more click of the shutter before he grins, his entire face changing, his eyes brightening with a shine no one could fake.
Tony/Steve. NC-17. ~2000 words. Spanking.
Tony’s still pretty sure the dirty little fantasy playing out in his head isn’t going to come true. Almost one hundred percent sure.
Walter & Astrid. PG-13. ~400 words. Walter being Walter.
In the words of every Hollywood FBI agent ever, she so did not get paid enough for this shit.
Holmes/Watson. PG-13. ~1750 words. Pre-movie. Two-sided UST and shameless innuendo.
He had no idea how to go about telling Holmes he’d lost the rent again.
Movieverse. Tony/Neal, Neal/Peter/Elle. NC-17. ~1650 words.
Peter seemed suspicious. Neal really should’ve known better.
Movieverse. Logan/Remy. NC-17. ~550 words. Biting/bruising. Post-movie.
“Nights run long in New Orleans,” Remy says, and rolls onto his back, baring his belly to the scrape of Logan’s teeth.
Connor/Murphy. R. ~650 words.
“And what’s that supposed to be?” Connor asked, giving Murphy’s frayed zip a pointed look. “A polite suggestion?”
Lennox/Optimus. PG. ~2100 words.
But Optimus said, “That would be helpful,” and a weirdly pleasant warmth spread through Lennox’s gut.
Nite Owl/Rorschach. PG. ~550 words.
The city’s reduced to gritty neon swimming in puddles of murk and Rorschach is an event waiting to happen.
Movieverse. Tony/Remy. NC-17. ~3800 words.
The syringe was loaded, ready and waiting on the low coffee table beside the spread of cards and scatter of half-empty bottles.
Batman Begins. Joker/Crane. NC-17. ~2000 words. Breathplay.
Joker fit his fingers one by one to Jonathan’s throat.
Tony/Starscream. PG. ~800 words.
“I believe that was a challenge, sir.”
Movieverse. Logan/Tony. NC-17. ~4700 words.
If they’d been in the field, Tony might’ve been worried.
Movieverse. Victor/Remy. NC-17. ~5000 words. Dubcon/coercion.
Too long locked up in a cage like an animal and the first bit of kindness from the real animal here has fucked with his head.
Movieverse. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~5000 words.
For years and years they’ve fought and fucked together, trusted in a single constant as the world changed around them, and somehow Logan had forgotten a time when Victor had watched him the way he watches now.
Movieverse. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~4000 words. Underage.
They are different, he and James. They’re more.
Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler. NC-17. ~4600 words. Season 7.
When they coined the term ‘in the zone’, they’d obviously foreseen the coming of one Greg Sanders.
Movieverse. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~5300 words. Uninformed consent.
“An army boy,” Victor says, gaze on the chain tucked into Logan’s shirt. He hooks a finger in the one dangling around his own neck. “Imagine that.”
Movieverse. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~3600 words.
He wouldn’t be so fucking hungry for it all the time if James just gave it up when he needed it.
Sam/Bumblebee. R. ~3000 words.
Sam thumps his forehead with his fist. “Should’ve bought the Fiesta. It had racing stripes.”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~10,000 words. Co-authored with Ponderosa.
“You get all the best curses.”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1900 words. Somnophilia.
Sam knocks the side of his fist against the basin and moves before his mind clears.
Movieverse. Tony/Jarvis. NC-17. ~2000 words. Tentacles.
“Alright, you’ve got me. Now what’re you going to do?”
Peter/Olivia. NC-17. ~2000 words. Crossdressing.
Sorry sweetheart, Peter thinks–not one bit sorry at all–better luck next time.
Rufus/Reno. R. ~2500 words. Alternate timeline. D/s.
Long way down, ain’t it?
Raidou/Okuninushi. R. ~800 words.
Demons are tenuous allies, respectful of strength of arm and of will and always with a vicious eye for weakness.
Movieverse. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~1500 words.
Don’t say a word about time and place.
Sam/Dean. R. ~3800 words. S4.
“For what other reason are you here, if not to save him?”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1500 words. Bestiality (because no one should ever tell me I can’t do something).
“In the meantime, you could go chase some pussy.”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~300 words. In response to the blindfold_spn request for Sam/Dean in Playthings, episode 2.11.
One minute, he’s promising a wasted Sam, Yeah, sure, no problem and the next-
Sam/Dean. R. ~800 words. Hooker!fic.
The first year of college, Sam figured out there were just some things you couldn’t run from.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~8300 words. For kitsune13 on LJ as part of the spn_j2_xmas exchange. Illustrated by ponderosa121.
Sam and Dean, a lawyer, a stripper and a monster of the week all walk into a bar….
Sam/Dean. R. ~2600 words. Illustrated by ponderosa121.
Standing up, Sam pulls a cloth out of his back pocket and cleans off the knife.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1300 words. Dubcon. A pinch hit for ayan_desu on spn_j2_xmas, with help from ponderosa121.
It started with Sam’s smile carved into the meat of Dean’s heart.
Sam/Dean. R. 200 words. For supernatural100′s prompt ‘cut’ (22). 4.14 coda.
Dean is all the things his hands do.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~100 words. For Kinkfest.
Sam’s never done this before.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~4800 words. Mentions of prior John/Sam and John/Dean. Semi-sequel to No More Room in Hell, Boys.
It’d be easy to punch his brother right in his saucy mouth.
Snape/Harry. R. ~3300 words. Post-novels. Art by the same name drawn by Ponderosa.
Hesitation is a deadly sin. Snape knows this better than most, and still. Still, he pauses.
Jeff/Jared/Jensen. NC-17. ~7700 words. Fisting.
There’s something in hearing Jensen answer the door, welcoming Jeff into their house that makes his heartbeat skip.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1000 words. Phonesex!
I wanna know what makes you go off so quick all the damn time.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2200 words. Wishful thinking for a missing scene in 4.04.
When Sam hesitates, he says, “Again,” because he’s going to fucking well make this body remember what it means to be Sam’s brother.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3000 words. D/s. Bootlicking.
Sam drew in one deep, steadying breath. He never doubted Dean’s control, only his own.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2500 words. Bodyswap!
“What the hell are you doing sleeping naked in the same room as me!”
Jeff/Jared. PG. ~300 words.
“So,” Jeff said, folding his arms on the door. “I hear you’re driving.”
John/Sam. PG. ~300 words.
“Dean made you a promise,” John said.
Sam/Dean. PG-13. ~300 words. 4.05 coda.
Sam has absolutely no idea why this is tying his stomach up in tight little knots.
Sam/Dean/Tony. NC-17. ~1000 words.
The thing about Sam was he liked kissing.
John/Dean. R. ~300 words.
He finds his father where they left him with only Jack and reruns for company.
Sam and Dean. PG. ~800 words. 4.06 coda.
Like he always does (when he can get away with it) Dean had taken the bed nearest the door.
John/Sam. NC-17. ~900 words. Pre-series.
Sam clutches the sawed-off in his left hand and thinks about how Dean’s not here.
Gen. PG. ~300 words. Spoilers for 4.01.
On Dean’s marred shoulder, Sam’s grip tightens.
Sam/Dean/Tony. NC-17. ~4100 words.
“Do you like burgers? I like burgers.”
Sam/Dean, John/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones. ~2400 words.
He’s lost count of how many time he’s seen his family bleed over him.
Sam and Dean. PG-13. ~10,000 words. Mpreg (sorta). Pre-slash (definitely). Co-authored with Ponderosa.
“Gay voice.” His hand, wrapped up cold and clammy around Sam’s, clenched. “You shithead, I don’t have a gay voice.”
Sam/Dean/John. NC-17. ~400 words.
“Your brother needs you, Sam. You’ve got to learn that.”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5100 words. Spoilers for 3.12, Jus in Bello. Artwork by Ponderosa, NSFW. Read the rest of this page »
“Seriously,” Sam says, a shadowy mountain of disapproval. “You forgot your key.”
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Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5000 words. Dean has daddy issues; Sam’s a control freak.
Dean is about as shocked to be slammed back against the rough brick wall as Sam is over putting him there.
Sam/Dean. R. ~2500.
Standing at his own crossroads, Sam lifts his arm to knock.
Sam and Dean. R. ~1000.
His watch says he’s been here for three hours, which is two hours and fifty-eight minutes too long. Sammy’s gonna freak.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~7400 words. Underage.
This is the Dean he knows: no hesitation, no second-guessing.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2900 words. For Dragyn!
Dean rolls his eyes, gaze ending up on Bela. She’s looking a little green around the gills and he can’t really blame her. It reeks in here.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~6300 words. Spoilers to end of S2.
Sometimes, when he’s riding to the top of the world on adrenaline, Dean forgets that’s all they are, nothing more than skin and muscle and bone.
Sam and Dean. PG. ~4500 words. Sorta sequel to A Nice Day to Start Again.
They get stuck in fucked up situations all the time.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3000 words. Underage.
He’s got Dean, who’s a handful of needs barely met, a lot of wants never asked for, who’s push come to shove.
Sam/Dean. R. 600 words. Mild crossover with Fullmetal Alchemist, because the evil twin said please.
It’s in the way Sam walks these days.
Jensen/Jared. NC-17. ~3200 words.
But really, when he thinks about it, Jensen’s not sure how the hell Jared does it.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5500 words. Sex pollen and minor breathplay.
“Why the hell do they keep burying these whackjobs out in the middle of freakin’ nowhere?”
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5000 words. Set during 1.09, Home.
Lawrence is the last place Dean wants to go.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1500 words. Underage.
It’s rare enough that he wants to tag along on a regular salt and burn that no way was Dean telling him no.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~8000 words. Underage.
It’s the longest fifteen minutes of his life before he finds something worth stopping for.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3500 words. Underage.
People always have secrets. Dean’s problem is he keeps trying to give his away.
Jensen/Jared. NC-17. ~6600 words.
Jensen has the feeling that confronted with Jared’s endless stream of remarkably unsubtle innuendo, Dean would do one of three things.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2700 words.
Dean plays it out in his head, from that week almost thirteen years ago through all the time between to now.
Sam/Dean. R. ~330 words.
Sam wonders where the real fault lies.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~4700 words.
Living with Dean is sort of like trying to breathe underwater.
Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~8000 words. Castration. Spoilers up to and including S2 finale.
Sam’s final deal with the red-eyed demon turned Dean into a killing machine.
Sam/Dean. R. ~6600 words. Spoilers up to and including S2 finale.
All his life, giving Sam what he wants is the only thing Dean’s ever done right.
Rufus/Reno. NC-17. ~6200 words. Shades of D/s. Sounding. Co-written with Ponderosa.
This isn’t what they do.
Jack/Barbossa. NC-17. ~5200 words. Pre-CotBP. Co-written with Ponderosa.
“Sharing is hardly something a roguish, black-hearted cutthroat ought partake in, now is it, Hector?”
Treize/Zechs. PG. ~300 words. Pastfic.
Are you certain you’re ready?
Duo/Wufei. PG. ~200 words. Wufei POV. Humour.
Come on, you have to live a little.
Heero/Duo. NC-17. ~400 words. AU. Supernatural.
It was like suddenly falling.
Heero/Duo. PG. ~150 words. Humour.
Heero, Duo and normal life.
Heero/Duo/Quatre. NC-17. ~1100 words. Quatre POV. AU. Supernatural. For Stacy. Read the rest of this page »
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Quatre/Wufei. G. ~300 words. Humour.
Wufei calmly ducked a flying pillow.
Wufei/Heero. R. ~350 words. Bondage.
Leather rested heavy and tight against his neck.
Trowa/Duo. PG-13. ~150 words.
Impatience is catching.
Quatre/Wufei/Relena. NC-17. ~200 words.
Bare skin sleeked with pleasure glowed in the lamplight.
Wufei/Duo. PG-13. ~200 words. Crossdressing.
There’s a ripple in the air, tangible, sweet to breathe.
Wufei/Trowa. NC-17. ~300 words.
A smile played at the corners of his lips, smug and self-satisfied.
Wufei/Trowa/Relena. NC-17. ~200 words. AU. Supernatural.
All she had to do was say no.
Zechs/Heero. R. ~150 words. Breathplay. Violence.
As comforting as freefall in space.
Treize/Zechs/Wufei, Wufei/Heero. R. 300 words. Bondage. D/s. Violence. Co-authored with Ponderosa.
Wufei is well-behaved on the surface.
Trowa/Une. G. ~150 words. Futurefic.
Trowa hunched against the punishing winter wind.
Trowa/Quatre. PG. 200 words. Quatre POV/Trowa POV.
Cold air, dead like space.
Wufei. G. 150 words. Humour.
There it sat, innocent and sweet as cotton candy.
Zechs/Dorothy. PG. ~150 words.
A man with a heart and a vision to rival her own.
Wufei/Heero. R. 100 words. Rough sex.
Wufei breathes words hot and heavy into his ear.
Heero/Duo. PG. ~13, 000 words. AU. Highschool. Fluff.
Everyone thinks Heero and Duo are more than just friends. Tired of the false accusations, they decide to give everyone something to really talk about.
Quatre. PG-13. ~300 words. Violence.
Duo/Heero. NC-17. ~1600 words. Heero POV. Noncon.
Laying in the dark at night, you wonder why you do the things you do.
Duo. R. ~1400 words. Religious themes. Violence.
Heero/Duo. NC-17. ~4300 words. Voyeurism. Futurefic.
Heero and Duo have managed to evade Sabintha’s cameras. …they thought.
Heero/Duo. NC-17. ~4400 words. Spanking. Violence. For Sharon.
Mission (mostly) successful. Residual adrenaline is put to good use.
J/G. PG. ~900 words. Humour. Pastfic.
Sylvia finally gets the promised disc from Dorothy, and a surprise as well.
Duo. G. ~2500 words. Pastfic.
A look at what could have been for two young boys.
Wufei/Trowa. NC-17. ~2800 words. AU. Supernatural.
Trowa finds someone on Halloween night, and loses himself.
Trowa/Wufei. PG-13. ~600 words. Humour. Futurefic.
Trowa has a little problem with Wufei’s lunch habits.
Zechs/Wufei. NC-17. ~4600 words. Snowballing. Violence. Futurefic.
During routine training, Wufei encounters a glitch of a different kind.
Heero/Wufei/Zechs. NC-17. ~6200 words. Bondage. Futurefic. For Stacy.
Zechs is drawn into a close circle of friends, with results he hadn’t anticipated.
Wufei. G. ~500 words. Wufei POV. Futurefic.
Flowers struggle to grow on the ravaged earth.
Heero/Duo/Trowa/Quatre/Wufei. NC-17. ~550 words. Polyamory.
Too much, too soon, just perfect.
Duo/Wufei. R. ~1000 words. Duo POV. AU. Supernatural. For okaasan.
Every last breath was mine to claim no matter how they died.
Duo/Wufei, Duo/Trowa, Quatre/Trowa, Quatre/Wufei, Heero/Duo. ~105, 000 words. NC-17. AU. Supernatural. Gore. Polyamory. Violence.
Duo Maxwell stands on one side of the line, against the demons of his world. But he finds that line quickly blurring as events drag him deeper into the darker side of his life.
Heero/Duo. NC-17. ~13, 000 words. AU.
Duo goes searching for something more in life, and finds a bit more than he can handle.
Duo/Heero. NC-17. ~40, 000 words. Heero POV. AU. Supernatural.
Heero is content with his life, but the heated night contains something he doesn’t understand and what he thinks he doesn’t want.
Heero/Duo. PG. ~25,000 words. AU. Crossover. Humour.
The Mighty Mighty Gundam Wing Art Players present… Labyrinth! For the most part.
Quatre/Duo. NC-17. ~37, 000 words. Duo POV. AU. Supernatural.
Duo sticks his hand under the bed and finds out the monsters are real.
Ed/Al. G. ~100 words. Al POV. Angst.
Sometimes, I get so hungry.
Ed/Al. R. ~500 words. Shota. Incest. For Sera.
The first time, Al squeaked in shocked protest, cheeks flushing dark red with shame.
Maes/Riza/Roy. R. ~200 words.
Every breath tastes like violence, barely contained.