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In which Steve actually knows rather a lot about sex, but almost nothing about the lengths his friends are willing to go for him. (Almost nothing but sex. Did I mention there’s sex? There's sort of a lot of sex in this story. Sorry about that.) // Most Recent: Thor/Jane and Darcy team up for the win! //// Up Next: Wanda, Viz, Natasha and Bruce... Oh the smutty plans I have. //// I take requests!// ++ Each chapter has a summary! ++ There's something like an ongoing plot, but each character arc stands alone, so you can pick and choose the characters you like, or read straight through, whatever floats your boat. If you're skipping around, read the interludes related to the chapters you do read, because plot. ~*~*~The kink is perhaps vanilla-plus; risqué perhaps, but nothing you shouldn't try at home. Everything is consensual, usually enthusiastically so, though sometimes they're figuring it out as they go, and it takes a little work. Lots of dirty talk, vaguely naughty moments of teasing and playfulness, lots of caught-up-in-the-moment-roughness. Everyone's out to make each other happy, but now and again there's a miscommunication, folks have issues, and feels.

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.

Have you ever had dirty thoughts about Jensen Ackles and/or Dean Winchester? Of course you fucking have. And, to make shameless use of an SPN Family hashtag, #YouAreNotAlone. This fic is basically intended to be an Ackleholics Anonymous community: a safe space for all of our confessions. The idea is that each confession will inspire a one-shot (all to be posted as unrelated chapters), so that we can collectively indulge in all these filthy fantasies. Any and all confessions are welcome, whether sweet and fluffy, or just plain filthy smutty. Scenes can range from softcore and vanilla, to sinfully kinky and fucked up. So if you've ever had a dirty thought about this drop-dead gorgeous sex god... come on in and join the club ;)

“So, what’s with the jar?” Tony smiles wide. A curious gleam makes his eyes shimmer.Peter puts Tony’s hand on top of the jar, the smug grin on his face causing Tony to narrow his eyes.“Well, I figured since we found out that… We’re into more than we thought we were- or at least… I am. I mean, you already knew, but. Wait.” Peter pulls his hands back and shakes his head slightly to collect his thoughts. It’s a nervous tick Tony finds all too endearing. As if shaking your head would make your scrambled thoughts re-align again. It works for Peter, and it looks absolutely adorable, so Tony’s not complaining. “What I’m trying to say is, I thought we could write our kinks down on little pieces on paper, put them in here and every time I’m with you we draw one and try it out together?”

A series of Monster Girls (and girls of monstrous nature) doing what they do to dudes. Non-consentual, heavy, fetishy SEX. Primarily dominant female. There will be mostly happy endings. Tags will update with chapters. If you have a request, just comment! Also try my other work https://archiveofourown.org/works/51554968/chapters/130303552 for name brand.

“Just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean you know what to do with it," Porsche says. "Most men who are hung like horses think they don’t even have to try.” Slowly, Kinn’s eyes slide open. Porsche gets a foreboding feeling like he’s just poked a sleeping bear. Kinn catches and holds Porsche’s gaze, eyes lethal. “And how would you know, Porsche?” Or: Porsche discovers what it means to have a size kink.

鑑於有能力向虛構人物提出任何要求，您會對其做什麼？想像可愛的場景？找到無法知道的問題的答案？或者只是沉浸在慾望。這裡一切都是可能的！ 或者：提出請求並看到它實現！ （請查看故事末尾註釋，了解您可以要求的方式/什麼的一般概要。）

It’s 1942 and Jewish William Kaplan is serving as a lieutenant in the Finnish Army. He is the CO of a signal intercept station and his life in the army’s hush-hush signal intelligence is a reasonably easy and straightforward posting. Or it would be if he wouldn’t find himself in an uncomfortable position. Due to brutal complexities of war and harsh realpolitik William’s country, and therefore by extension William himself, is forced to work with people he despises. His little signal station is saddled with a German liaison officer and much as he dislikes it, he has to work with a man from a country that reviles his kind. The fates certainly have a twisted sense of humour. It’s bad that despite his nationality the young German officer turns out to be easy to like, on top of being easy on the eyes, but it’s even worse that feelings beyond friendliness start to creep upon William, riding roughshod over his logical side.