Insanity, Sex and A Whole Lot Of Blood

What if you helped Yoosung kick his gaming addiction?

"The prince’s wife is a thin, scrawny thing."

Jack Morrison is a soldier. Gabriel is a dance teacher. They collide in Barcelona, then smut ensues.

Jason: I gots alot of kinks babyburd. Want me 2 sho u? Tim: I've seen plenty. Why are you drinking? Jason: Broose. He's a moose. Lolololollololol Jason: Can u image his kowl with antlers?

Seokjin can't feel anything. He can't see his hands because of the gloves, but he knows they're white because of the cold. He can't feel his cheeks, can't feel his tongue. He can't even hear much, the shouts of fellow skiers a buzz by the time it gets to his ears. He doesn't even know how he's still able to breathe, because by the time the air hits his lungs it's cold and unforgiving. He doesn't even know how he's still standing up. But in the blur of the white snow and gust Seokjin sees him. "Yoongi?" he stutters.

Jimin, Yoongi, and Seokjin talk about treating their boyfriends.

Years of rain cleansed his blood from the land. /Connected stories: 10 & 18, 12 16 & 19.

Tom could not believe this was happening. His head was hung low, staring at the off blue concrete at his feet. He had been staring for a good fifteen minutes now. Locked in a holding cell for all the wrong reasons...surely.

If Jimin had any kind of apprehension, any nervousness at all, Hoseok’s smile would have put him at ease. He was naked on his bed while the rest of his group members were in the room, and he supposed that maybe he should have felt, at the very most, self-conscious, but he didn’t. It was here, in his room, with his members, that he felt the most secure and safe. It was the only place they’d ever all been together that he would let them do what they were about to.

When Harry resigns from the Aurors and returns to Hogwarts to teach, he doesn't expect to end up deeper in the hunt for the renegade Lucius Malfoy than before. (Started before HBP and therefore ignores pretty much everything in that book.)

People stopped listening. Stopped caring. So he stopped trying and eventually disappeared from their lifes. He jumped to his demise. But that may not be all there is to it.

Tony can't shake the guilt of nearly killing Steve while under the Purple Man's control.

It wasn’t exactly obvious what had happened; all that he knew was that fucking psychopath showed up at his door after his family had left, demanding answers for what, he didn't know either. What was obvious was that he was out of his mind, and somehow decided coming to Michael’s house, pointing a gun at him, and attempting to force answers out of him about why he had done what he’d done was a genius idea. All of that didn’t matter, what did matter was there is a fucking gun pointed at him, and he was about to fucking die if he didn’t sing like Trevor wanted him to; and sing he did. How it ended up with Trevor fucking him into the mattress was beyond his comprehension.

Originally for the Sam Winchester Big Bang 2017 on tumblr! The first chapter is the primary fanfic, and the rest of the chapters are supplementary comics! "Bar fight. Don't tell Dean. I don't want to hear it. You just... You understand best. You get it best, y'know? You get me." Death brings Sam back — sort of. A domestic, curtain-fic sort of piece that explores different sections of what makes Sam Winchester. An alternative to S07E01, where raising our boy's soul doesn't go exactly to plan. Warning for psychological issues, mental anguish, mentions of torture, and so on. Also has minor self-harm (unintentional harm). ART MASTERPOST by the lovely art by quickreaver: http://quickreaver.livejournal.com/149990.html (possible spoilers abound)

Spending an afternoon on the chaise lounge is Darcy's idea of a great afternoon. Spending one tied down on a chaise lounge while Steve uses a fucking machine on her and then joins in himself--well, that turns out to be just about perfect.

[on hiatus, be back soon!] "So you've literally never had an orgasm?" Lesso asks finally, astonished, and no, Clarissa was wrong: the silence was definitely better. "Holy shit." or Clarissa has never explored the whole intimacy thing, and Lesso is a very good teacher.

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

Set at the end of 11x23/beginning of 12x1. John Winchester has returned to the world. Brought back to life by Amara, he is eager to forge a relationship with his sons again and pick up where they left off, but something is standing in his way: the angel, Castiel. John takes an instant and violent dislike to Castiel and begins to slowly force him out of his sons' lives. But his hatred begins to mingle with fascination, and before he knows it he's drawn to the enigmatic angel and drags Cas down into a cycle of dark violence and twisted abuse.

Derek's an alpha, the Argents are back in town, Stiles's magic won't listen to him, and if that's not enough, fucking nature nymphs are popping up everywhere. Stiles didn't sign up for this shit. "Can't you do something?" he pants, and Stiles hates everything.He slings Scott's arm over his shoulder, "Not really, no, because right now I can do impossible things, mountain ash, and make coffee, that is the extent of my magical abilities for the foreseeable future.""Well, you're useless," Scott says, and Stiles doesn't answer, because there's two of them closing in, and running away was stupid to begin with, but it was their only hope. Stiles drops Scott to the ground, has no idea how to protect him from both sides. There's a moment while they circle them, and Stiles hopes the alphas are going to play with them, that they'll survive long enough for the Hales to get here.

Non-connected smutty Quinntana one-shots, some with more plot than others.

“I knew you were too perfect, of course you had to be the leader of a Mafia… Of all things, the leader of a Mafia!”

War, Death, Famine, and Conquest are the Four Horsemen. They're eternally bound together, even if they get on one another's nerves.

Laura has been fighting her instincts since she met Stiles, and he follows her lead by pretending that he doesn't feel the same connection. Until now, when he decides to stop ignoring it and helps her realize it’s time to finally take what’s hers

Alex and Maggie finally get married.

Erik wakes to find intruders in the mansion. He and Charles make like parents and round up the kids.