Okay, expected is overselling it. He’d hoped for Lydia. Or Danny. Or even Ian, the bartender from Jungle that his girls Amanda Reckonwith and Juan Nightstand had set him up with last weekend.Stiles has never, not once, expected or even hoped for Derek Hale.Words:2352 complete

    He never expects to meet the man in person.For the prompt: Derek is deaf and Stiles takes care of him.Words:15645 complete

    Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.Word count: 81,714 - CompleteTags: Holmes/Watson, Watson/Others, Mild Kink, Porn Watching, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Het and Slash, Double Penetration, Dirty Talk, Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome - F/F/M, Sex Club, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Rimming, cheeking, Mild Angst, UST, Anal Sex, Anal Play

    Sixty Five Hours to get along. Sixty Five Hours to not kill each other. Sixty Five Hours to fall in love.** First published in 2012. No additional content has been added.

    Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.Words: 97556 Complete

    That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.Art by Maichan: http://maichan808.tumblr.com/post/875...Art by Tsuminubiaru: http://tsuminubiaru.tumblr.com/post/8...Words:83738 Complete

    One sleeping bag and a storm that leaves them without power will set into motion a few events that have been waiting to occur.

    She realizes that her marriage to bumbling beta male Todd has forced her to repress so many of her dreams and desires and Miss Pryce is offering her something new and exciting. Audrey's extramarital rendezvous with Miss Pryce leads to something kinkier, opening the door to a submissive relationship with an older woman that Audrey never knew she needed. Would she rather be on her knees to serve this beautiful, assertive woman, or standing up for her limp-dicked husband? Miss Pryce makes it easy for Audrey to answer in this nearly 16,000 word opening chapter to a steamy lesbian journey of discovery. These hot pages steam with stolen kisses and drip with the honey of unleashed (and leashed) lesbian urges.

    Taggert to fall in love with his capricious student Duncan.Duncan’s numerous absences caused him to be held back three times. At age 19 his last chance to graduate is in Mr. Taggert’s class. He’s happy to be there since he’s had a crush on the sophisticated disciplinarian for a while. Taggert is shocked when the boy flirts with him. No one’s ever looked at the stern man that way before. At first he thinks Duncan is teasing him, but the boy soon makes his feelings clear.Taggert isn’t about to have his career destroyed by a lovesick schoolboy—even one as lovely as Duncan. When Duncan prays to the oracle to intervene the flustered teacher is put in an even more compromising situation!

    Upon the distant shore prowls an ancient sea god kept captive by a generations-old spell, a spell that Meriel alone must protect.Meriel's life has been lonely and unchanging--until the arrival of Nor. Nor's shape is that of a woman, but her heart belongs to the sea. Even though Nor is also held captive by Meriel's spell, she shows kindness to the isolated witch. Nor sparks a passion within Meriel, defying every law that binds them both.This award-winning short story ("The Witch Sea" won first place in the "Kissed by Venus" Fresh Voices short story competition) is a dark fantasy tale of love, loss and the price of freedom.

    An AU in which Stiles is lonely and addicted to the Missed Connections page on Craigslist, Derek is a hermit with a persistent sister, Scott gives unexpectedly good relationship advice, and it all ends happily-ever-after.Teen Wolf Not!Fic - Derek/Stiles17,378 Words completeArt by annafh@tumblr

    He keeps his head down and looks after his family, but every two years the sick fear comes around again as the Feds arrive for a new harvest of kids.It’s Trace’s last sweep; he’s about to serve out his term of slavery. One last run and then… what? A life alone, with his books and music? He’s seen far too much of the dark side of human nature to think that’s a possibility.Trace and Isaac both know happy ever after doesn’t grow in the parched desert. Maybe together they can change that.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love’s Landscapes" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. Dear Author,I always knew it was a possibility. Have known since childhood that they could take me someday. The slave traders have been sweeping the area for weeks now but I didn’t think they’d want me. They usually take girls and if they take boys they’re younger, blonder… prettier. There’s not usually a demand for someone who looks like me and has reached the ripe, old age of twenty-four. But I was wrong. Someone did want me. I’m so fucked.One last sweep of this dirt water town and I can get back to my life. My books, my music, my art and my life that doesn’t revolve around grabbing kids to sell to the highest bidder. I hate this shit. One last run. My debt will be paid and I’ll be free from that son of a bitch who grabbed ME as a kid. Maybe then I can finally stop thinking and dreaming. Turn off those dark desires that swirl in my head and wake me up at night in a cold sweat. I’m not HIM. I will never be HIM. My last fucking run and it all goes to shit when some guy, trying to be the hero, gets in my face. He’s too old, too dark, too inked… but God help me I want him.I don’t know what I was thinking when I stood up to him. I just wanted the kid to have half a chance at getting away. He’s so angry. I screwed up his quota and now I’m going to pay for that. He told me to get clean. EVERYWHERE. Then he gave me a thick chain with a padlock on it and told me to chain myself to the table when I was done. Something about “inspecting the merchandise”. I’m so fucked.Photo Description: A dark-haired, young man crouches naked in the corner of a bathtub, beneath a spray of water. White tiles and chrome fittings surround him. A heavy chain with a sturdy padlock is draped over his right shoulder, above a large tribal tattoo on his bicep. The man protects his head and chest with his arms, cowering, as he apprehensively meets the gaze of the viewer staring down at him.This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.

    While she can’t help but imagine what it might be like to be involved with her pretty writing workshop professor, the up-and-coming literary star Harriet Drake, it all just seems like a wild fantasy, a far away dream, until she suddenly finds herself as the object of her older teacher’s romantic affections.But Harriet is a complicated older woman, a budding writing luminary, soon destined for awards and accolades. Can Penny keep up with her professor? Is Harriet actually interested in Penny or is she just looking for a fling with a young student? And when life presents Penny with a wild choice, will she be able to seize the day and live in the exciting world of a writer… or will she let this novel age gap romance slip away?

    This is the story of how we became lovers, after a tipsy conversation in which I revealed a little too much about my bedroom habits - but that's not the interesting part.I should tell you that Samantha is the only real, actual, no-kidding-around genius that I've ever known. She's an electronics engineer by day, mad tinkerer and occasional inventor by night - a bespectacled, crazy-haired, absent-minded scatterbrain whose house smells of solder and stray voltage. She is beautiful, intimidatingly intelligent, unnervingly strong, and perhaps more than a little eccentric. She is in love with me, and wants to do whatever will make me happy.I know, right? Lucky Nina, smug and grinning. But wait - it gets better. And a good bit weirder, too.What makes me happy is physical and psychological torture. I love to be scared, bared, smitten, bitten, stripped, whipped, deprived, depraved and degraded - but what I love most of all is to be frightened. I mean serious, bone-deep, fight-or-flight terrified. My biggest erogenous zones are my adrenal glands, and Sam sure as hell knows how to make them squirt.So, what happens to poor, frightened little Nina, when she has a full-time mad scientist constantly figuring out wonderfully twisted and inventive punishments?Mad things. Scary things. Things I wouldn't have thought of in a thousand years. Things that would never have crossed the minds of anyone but Sam.Things that are wickedly, deliciously cruel.Things that make me ecstatic just to be alive.Things involving mittens.

    Teen Wolf AU“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.Words:26102 complete