Dio is infuriated with how Jojo keeps occupying his thoughts, so takes matters into his own hands to fix the situation. Things don't exactly go as planned. JonaDio OS

Although Jonathan had worn a kilt many times in his life before this, never before had he ever felt this exposed. Jonathan/Dio. Dubcon/noncon. And kilts. As requested by my girlfriend.

One-shot, AU, smutastic. Set during Retrace 46. When Gilbert checks on Vincent upon the Head Hunter's return, Vincent denies recalling anything from their past. So Gil decides to help his brother remember.

"The environment is hardly ideal, I know. I apologize. But… " Click, clack, Dio's heels tap against the hard stone floor. Click. Clack. Click clack. "I'm sure you'll forgive it, in time. If I had the time, I would have brought you elsewhere - to a more familiar landscape. Something more comfortable, perhaps, but… well. You'll understand soon enough." DioxJonathon, 10k words.

N has defeated White. His dreams were more powerful and now rules Unova. But he didn't plan on letting White go. No, he was much too interested for her to be free.. NxWhite, possible side pairings/one-sided. Possible lemons. Language.

Gil still had no idea what exactly was going on, but whatever that bathtub was doing to Oz, the boy liked it. A lot.

At that moment, Vincent is incapable of even the prettiest of white lies, and that degradation, that honesty, it scares him. / Vincent/Gilbert. Set during ten year time skip. T.

A re-upload of the original worst fanfic ever created, My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie. FULL STORY.

And Vincent wonders if it's even his place to feel anything so soft, anything so lovely. / Vincent helps Gilbert tie his hair back - a gentle moment between two doomed brothers. Onesided Vincent/Gilbert.

The Citadel Council tries to tie Garrus and femShep up in an open-ended project to "improve relations" between turians and humans. They didn't expect the two to cut right to the chase. The turian Councilor is most put out. Crack fic, contains smut.

Originally a masskink fill. Prompt: "I want to see Thane out of control, insane with need. As in, like, drugged or ill. As in, fast, hot, furious sex." Ask and you shall receive.

Nervous about the mechanics of blowing off steam with a human, Garrus seeks advice about the bane of xeno-loving turians throughout the galaxy— how is this kissing thing supposed to work, especially when you’ve got no lips? Garrus/Shepard, Garrus/Thane.

After a run-in with a certain Nightray servant, Gilbert is a bit tied-up, cold, and confused. Oz, on the other hand, is helpful, curious, and a bit over loquacious for his own liking. How much does ten years change a person? Gilbert / Oz