Entrapment

There must have been twenty alphas there. They all started staring at him like a piece of meat, and he began to run.

“The battle of wits has begun,” Jason says, putting a threatening growl into his voice. “It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.” “This is the stupidest thing you could have ever done,” Tim splutters, bewildered. “All I have to do is use the data I have on what kind of person you are - are you the kind of person who would poison your own shit, or would you poison mine?” -- After being called in as backup to take care of a sick Tim, Jason ends up in a battle of wits against a vengeance-driven Robin. Such a reversal of roles can only be described as, well, inconceivable!

Kylo comes upon Rey in the bath. Shenanigans ensue. I got this idea from Tumblr

When her ship is overtaken by pirates, an engineer takes emergency measures to salvage the ship's artificial intelligence while evading their enemies.

Sherlock has something to tell John, and he wants to do it with music. A Cold Song oneshot side story. (Can be read as a stand-alone.)

Cumslut!John asks Sherlock, Greg and Mycroft to all fuck him. Greg simply can't pass an offer like this.Mycroft hesitates but agrees considering the fact that it will be the only time in which he could fornicate without scandal, and most of all, he might have a chance to fuck Greg Lestrade.Sherlock agrees on the spot. He’d give anything to bury his dick in his Army Doctor’s ass.

Unable to go on any longer with Clint in Loki's filthy hands, Coulson takes matters into his own hands despite Fury's orders and convinces Loki to take him on board so he can at least be with his beloved. Loki jumps at the chance to torment the lovers but little does he know Coulson has a trick up his sleeve. “I’m sure Clint has told you my qualifications. I’ll make a good asset to your team. The Avengers will manage without me. Leave right now and I’ll follow.” Loki regarded him for a long while, but ended up shaking his head with narrowed eyes. “…No. You don’t want to join me.” Coulson shifted, purposely, and genuinely, because he was acting as much as it was real. “…I want to be with Clint. No matter what it takes.”

Dean is ready to breed with his Alpha.

This is all Grantaire’s fault. He should never had made whatever bet it was with Bahorel, and he should never have lost it. It’s such a ridiculously tacky dress. And it’s sure not to have been sourced from an ethical source. Grantaire should have known better.

“What?” he says, purely because the only other response that comes to mind is “urghuh”, and comparatively, “what” sounds positively eloquent. “Cute,” Oliver repeats. “That’s the first word I’d use.” Or: Percy and Oliver have a conversation and Percy is at least 75% sure he is either dying or dreaming.

There was once a time that Harry would have been happy to see her, really... and a part of him still really is... Several parts of him are happy to see her now. It's strange how someone regrets things only after they've thrown them away.

He had never ventured into those woods. It was a taboo that the townsfolk had started and he sought to break it. Maybe he'd wish he hadn't.

Sherlock and Victor have been friends for a long time now. Sherlock has always known that Victor has feelings for him, but has never thought himself capable of loving another human in that way. That is until Gloria Scott, President of the LGBT Society comes with a curious case. Someone is sending her threats that all seem to revolve around the upcoming LGBT ball. Sherlock needs Victor's help to infiltrate the society in order to find out who is sending her these letters. In trying to solve the case though, Sherlock learns that sexuality isn't as black and white as he once thought.

And something in Thomas’s chest lurches at the sight of Peter standing there, at realizing that he truly does seem as though he’s twenty-five still--or really, that Peter looks as he always has, young and handsome and full of life, practically unchanged since the day he first walked into the Folly. (Nightingale POV, future-fic.)

Stiles belongs to him, only him, and he won't let other people leave their smell on his skin. He won't let Stiles lie either.

Bilbo isn't looking forward to attending his cousin's huge annual Halloween Party with his nephew Frodo and Thorin suggests that instead he bring him along trick or treating with his young nephews, Fili and Kili. Everyone agrees this is most definitely the best halloween ever.

Long ago, the Earth was destroyed. The Colbrans were said to be held responsible.Yuri is a human thief, living off of scraps, just trying not be sold as a slave.Victor is a cold Colbran Noble who has other plans. (YOI x Slave AU) Mature but Explicit to be on the safe side.

It was just Stiles's luck that the first time he was hurt enough to actually land himself in the hospital, there were no supernatural causes or circumstances. Except that it was Derek's fault...okay, no, Derek was just trying to be nice. It had been a human asshole who started the fight.

“Wait!” He blurts before he can even think about how he could possibly say this out loud. He swallows hard, his face burning for entirely different reasons now. His face feels like it’s glowing as he struggles to find a way to word this strangely sudden but intense desire that won’t make Mihashi completely flip his shit. He comes up blank. “Um. Can I, like, watch?” In which Abe really can't keep his hands off of him.

Saints have hands that lovers hands do touch, -although cowboys and the Japanese, I'm not so sure- but the pillar will conceal it all.

Sometimes Vulcans wonder how Spock managed to get himself such an exotic partner, and sometimes Spock wonders the same thing.

Take one long road trip, add two powerful fae with control issues and generous amounts of sexual tension, and shake. Result: Cranky Valkubus. PWP.

In which a young Leia Organa wanders the Alderaanian gardens past nightfall and meets a strange man. She doesn't know why, but he seems oddly familiar.

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There is only one way to save Harry: Hermione must become a mother.

Because Snow knows, of course she does, she has put two and two together a long time ago. “May I share a piece of family wisdom with you?”

Batman and Joker get into a text argument, which stems into Joker angrily typing "COME SUCK MY DICK". This is the story.

Draco thought his life had ended after being imprisoned in Azkaban. It will take the love of the man he regards as his greatest enemy, the faith of his most trusted confidante, and the hope imparted by a beloved child to convince him that his life has truly just begun.