Frank needs to work out a little anger.

Frank doesn't do warnings. If his cock is in someone's mouth they shouldn't need a fucking warning to know that at some point there's going to be jizz coming out of it.

Things Pete likes to come home to:
1. His dogs
2. Dinner in a form that he doesn't have to cook
3. Mikey, any way he can have him
4. Mikey's collar sitting on the table inside the front door, a silent signal that if he's into it, it can be one of those nights.

Frank is nostalgic about being a teenager at basement-bar Jersey shows.

Grin and bear it, little zombie.

Gerard spun around, looking every inch the entitled bitch Mikey had just accused him of being. “Fuck you!”
“You wish.” Mikey folded his arms and raised a challenging eyebrow.
Gerard stomped down the stairs, calling out a sullen, “Yeah, so what?”

It's stupid and gross because Mikey has to piss, like really has to piss and Gerard is his brother and why would any of this be hot?

The Ghost of You video throws Mikey, but he was already off his game.

“You’re not real. Go away,” Gerard ordered.
“If I’m not real, then who are you talking to?” it countered.
“My imagination.”
“Can your imagination shake the bed?”
Gerard screeched. “Stop that!”
There was a sigh from underneath the bed. “It makes me sad to be told I’m not real. Sad and angry.”
Gerard whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. “All right—you’re real! Stop shaking the bed!”

EDWARD CULLEN STALKS MIKEY WAY AND THEN THEY HAVE WILD BACKSTAGE SEX I DON'T EVEN KNOW *hides forever*

It takes Frank five months of living with Mikey, fucking him once in a while and attending local shows with him almost every weekend, to realize why he loves the pit so much.

If you could be anyone else in MCR for a day, who would you pick and why? They all answered the question, and they all learned an important lesson. Be careful what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true.

Angry backstage sex.

Mikey's not a violent guy, but Frank makes him want to punch a fucking wall.

Pancakes, throat fucking, and a good book. It's kind of Mikey's idea of a perfect day.

I wrote this three years ago and just found it in the depths of my email. Enjoy!

Rough sex with bits of angst and fluff

Pete likes to celebrate his birthday with professionals. This time around, he gets a big surprise.

Arthur has irrational needs because Eames is Eames and is infuriating. There is also a closet.

For the prompt:
You know in Bronson when that girl sits on his lap to feel his biceps and it's sort of full of dangerous, sexy tension? I want that but with Eames and a young Arthur, maybe Arthur is the son of some dangerous criminal Eames is working for.

Under the soccer field bleachers, Coach Eames learns that Arthur, his team captain, has a little dick and a very big mouth.

Peter Parker is just the average college student. The most interesting thing about him is the fact he had miraculously landed an internship with Stark Industries, even if they assured him he'd never actually meet Tony Stark.

Arthur is an investment banker. He is professional and efficient. He's a halfway decent cook. He's totally independent and has been since the age of eighteen. Maybe he's tired all the time because he works about ninety hours a week which is twice what normal people do, but he's rich and he's competent at his job. He's almost thirty, and already a success.

And there are some things Arthur is not. For instance: Arthur is not gay.

John comes home late to find the masked terror of Gotham in his apartment.

Bane sends his men to bring him priest that supposedly helps Jim Gordon and his followers. Blake is at orphanage when they come to take father "what-his-name" so he puts on his clerical collar and pretends to be the priest Bane's mercenaries are looking for.

Bane is more than a little surprised when instead of some old man he meets young handsome and fierce "father" John Blake. He not only doesn't hurt him (because secretly Bane has a soft spot for people who are looking after kids)but also starts sending more food for orphanage...and sometimes he "ask" father Blake to visit him to pay for his generosity.

The deception doesn't hold up.

The first couple of weeks after Arthur had finally condescended to fuck him, Eames felt like he was being backed over by a lorry on an hourly basis — a lorry filled with sex.

Eames thinks turnabout is fair play. But Arthur is hard to steer even if things go exactly as you plan.

Aja said she wanted gunplay. I can't help myself sometimes. There is no plot here.

The third installment of the nebulous series formed by knife to a gunfight and they all cheat at cards.

"Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

"Look at you," Arthur says. He’s planning to say, look at what a fucking slut you are for me, you’re not coming until you beg for it, "Look at you," he says, hearing his voice soften. He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of Eames’ chest, one and then another and another, and then he shoves down the choking tide of anxiety in his throat, tells himself that at least he’s not a pussy like Eames and says, "anyone who ever made you beg was a fucking idiot."
"What—" Eames says.
"You don’t like it much," Arthur says.
"I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it,"

People assume that Eames likes to be in perfect control of everything: how he presents himself to the world, how others see him, how an extraction goes down. That's true, mostly. Sometimes. The reality is more complicated.
A story in which Eames is a sub who doesn't like to be penetrated, and Arthur is a dom that really, really does.

The nice thing about being a shady ex-pat is that you have connections.

It takes two glasses of whiskey to work up the nerve but Arthur's determined to see this through, now.

Harry’s fingertips graze Eggsy’s neck, and that’s when Eggsy feels it--a sudden, intense yearning roiling somewhere deep within him, like a chasm opening up at his core. The feeling hits him like a punch to the gut, so hard and so unexpected that he’s sure his knees would’ve given out if he’d been standing.

In which Eggsy can’t stop thinking about Harry dominating him, and Harry gives him exactly what he needs--and more.

This is pure filth, start to finish. Merlin and Harry shag up against a door, Eggsy is on the other side.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

Eggsy is still angry about Harry not being quite as dead as he was led to believe, and Harry has no choice but to help him work through it.

He realized it now. That that man with the wire grip on his neck had reminded him of John. Or rather, that John had -- perhaps always -- reminded him of that other man, of that one encounter. And wasn't that an unsettling thought. An unsettling and thrilling thought, if his body was asked.

A long day at work and all John wants is Sherlock. In every possible way

Summary: John and Sherlock are broken, but their jagged edges fit together in a way that is almost painfully right.

This is a story about needing something right down to the bottom of your soul, and perhaps eventually getting it. Contains thinky, kinky sex.

A bored Sherlock Holmes can mean a lot of things. Bullet holes in the wall. Fires. A frantic search for cigarettes. But this time, apparently, it means John's going to get a lot of dirty phone calls.

Why ask for what you want? Dull.

There are several combinations of things that are known to have disastrous consequences for everyone involved. Seven bottles of wine, two very drunk flatmates, and one pair of handcuffs might just be the worst.

Sherlock and John first met when they were first-time opponents at an underground fight club. Several weeks later, they meet again, but neither of them can get on the night's schedule, so an unsanctioned bout in the car park will have to serve. John and Sherlock bring out the worst in each other, and so begins a downward spiral.
Meeting in an underground fight club has lead Sherlock Holmes and John Watson into an irrevocable downward spiral. Time to tap out.

“You’re right. It’s the end, coming. The only way out is feet-first.”
“Yeah, I’ll fucking race you."

Fighting kink rough sex. No happy ending.

He discovered the ring in John's sock drawer.
It all went a bit downhill from there.

Sherlock finds the ring and waits for the proposal... but a month later John still hasn't asked. It seems he doesn't want to marry Sherlock after all.

John just wants an orgasm but everything seems to be in his way; the case, Lestrade, timing. If Sherlock does't hurry up and make time for him he's going to take matters into his own hand.

John is lucky enough to go to an elite all-boys boarding school that is well renowned for sending graduates on to Oxbridge. What is less known about the school is that the professors regularly use corporal punishment as motivation, and that the students are used as fucktoys. John just so happens to be a personal favourite.

Jim gives Sherlock his number when they first meet. He finds Sherlock's number on The Science of Deduction. Naughty phone calls are obviously the next logical step.

Promt fill: Vampire!John is on the run when he runs into vampire!Sherlock. Sherlock agrees to hide him until the danger has past, but demands payment in return. John figured a weekend of getting fucked was much better then better eternally tortured by the people pursuing him.

Sherlock has other plans. He'd ran in John before, but John had always slipped through his fingers. Determined that John won't get away this time, he sneaks the start of the mating bond onto John's mind during the first fuck and then cements it during the rest of the weekend with lots and lots of sex.

John’s never had sex with a bloke in a Costa loo at one in the morning before.
"Forget Coffee Shop AUs, what about middle-of-no-where diners at one in the morning AUs!" So uh. A Costa Coffee at Motorway Services along the M6. And Teenlock because why not.

After a case, Sherlock's ritual is to eat, fuck and sleep. He seduces John to join in. They both have some serious gun and danger kink going on.

John and Sherlock aren't flatmates. Instead, John gets a job in Bart's morgue, and Sherlock attempts to abscond with body parts.

Which is just not on.

John wasn't just a doctor and a soldier but also an agent. Someone is killing off his mates. And Sherlock is being his distracting, annoying self.

In which Sherlock is a werewolf, John is not, and during full moons, they have sex.

My girlfriend asked for savage sex between shapeshifted!Sherlock and human!John. I tried. ♥

Sherlock has a rape/military fantasy wherein his big strong soldier holds him down and takes what he wants while Sherlock begs him to stop.
5+1. 5 fantasies Sherlock had and the 1 time John agreed to play along.
Another kink meme prompt fill that went a bit awry. all of the first five are just fantasies and therefore some are fairly improbable, if not impossible.

Sherlock's sanity deteriorates while he and John are stranded on a deserted island.
For six weeks the two of them try to survive alone on a deserted island. The isolation and nothingness prove to be difficult for Sherlock as he struggles to stay sane.

Jim "breaks in" to Sherlock's flat late at night so that they can have some of the weirdest sex imaginable.
and
Jim lures both Mycroft and Sherlock to an expensive hotel suite for an utterly sinful threesome.

Mary calls while Sherlock is fucking her husband.

Sherlock begins stirring, but John places a hand in the middle of his back.
“Be still. Just--” John’s mouth waters a little at the sight of the whitish fluid and he clears his throat, “Hold on.”
Sherlock looks over his shoulder and meets John’s eyes in momentary bafflement before something like recognition rolls across his features. The familiar blend of smugness and deduction, and he snuffles down against a pillow.

Sherlock arranges for John to walk in on him in flagrante delicto, ostensibly to solve a case, and gets more than he bargained for — which happens to be everything he's ever imagined.

Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it.

Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good.

But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

(Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy is the main pairing, others are background/side pairings and Harry Potter/George Weasley is brief)

This one is dark and smutty (a bit rough but otherwise kink-free and entirely consensual).