Ganked from milo_fans




"I think I had a dream just like this"










Okay, who's writing the Football AU? It can be a Heroes AU or the Milo and Adrian Football AU. It's halfway written! We just need some pats on the ass and a locker room scene.

Milo as the new guy traded to the team, unsure but excited. Adrian as the Team Captain welcoming Milo and offering to 'show him the ropes.'

Title: Blood Brothers
Fandom: The Unit
Pairing: Mack/Bob
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money
Spoilers: No
A/N: Big thanks to llaras for her betaing skills.

Summary: There is stress relief and then there is stress relief.

( Story )



Title: Roll with it
Fandom: Heroes-RPS
Pairing: Milo/Adrian/Natalie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Umm, consider it really kinky?
Disclaimer: It's all untruths

Summary: Adrian promised him a memorable night

( Story )

I couldn't decide on what picture after I found two that I really liked. Then I realized, it's Adrian. There can never be enough Adrian.

"I'm hot, and evil or you know, morally ambiguous, but mostly, I'm hot"



"Still hot. I may be a little sweaty/damp/fresh from the shower and yes, evil. The important thing is how hot I am."


These are from 'Profit.' Short lived series on Fox(fux) and if you have not seen it, run and rent it. Hell, buy it. Adrian Pasdar is hotter than the sun in it. He stars in it and spends quite a lot of time naked, half dressed, in a kimono(yes, seriously) or lying in a cardboard box. Yes, naked in a box.

( More gushing about Profit )

Title: Street Life
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Nathan, Peter/Mohinder, Peter/OMCs
Spoilers: None for season two
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Warning: Incest, drug use, sexual favors for money

Author Notes: Hooker fic. Big thanks go out to sandersyager, skripka and slashyme. Without them, this story would still be half done.

Summary: No matter the twists our lives take, destiny finds us all.

( Part One )

( Doesn't he look like he's waiting on you to service him? )



Seriously, AP as Nathan Petrelli is hot, smart,arrogant,sexy. If I had time, I'd list characteristic's AP has for each letter of the alphabet. Got Heroes DVD. Omg, the "I can't be with you right now." Jesus, that was just. Wow.


I'm not repeatedly listening to Zac Efron's songs from Hairspray, but now I'm listening to Alan Jackson. I don't know if this is an improvement or not.

My 300-500 a day writing thing has paid off. One long long story at the beta. Three other stories done. Two are sequels to other stories already out there. One is cracky zombie apocafic.

Know what this means? Crack fic! I plan on writing Crack fic today and tomorrow. Possibly on Wednesday. I have two stories midway done that could be considered mildly crack worthy (okay, one of them a lot of crack)

Or I might work on one of my big Wip's that is lingering on my hard drive. I have about four that need to be finished. Or five. Or finish my alphabet meme. Gahhhh.

Ooops, forgot to give credit to the most evil of evil twins, skripka earlier for the Pic of Adrian Pasdar where he appears to be trying out for the role of Beastmaster. I meant to do that this morning but I was functioning on about two hours sleep.


( Fight or Flight )

Oh and check out my new early b-day icon by skripka!!!!!!!! Isn't it cute? And hot? Cause it's Adrian and he's smiling and man, what's hotter than a joyous Adrian? (I know there are other things, but I'm basking in icon love right now) There's a banner that I have to figure out how to put on and stuff. *Nubs icon*

Nathan Petrelli is so hot I'm going to have to start wearing a radiation suit while watching. Seriously, they could be telling me to get out of there, that my suit was melting and I'd stay because Nathan was on the screen, growling, or being all sweet and looking at pictures of his lovah brother.

( Um, wait. What? )


Man, Whodini just kicked ass at the 2007 Hip Hop honors awards. I miss Hip hop that's about more than how many women you have and how much money and bling you can accumulate like the world is about to friggin end.

Alphabet ficlet still going on. I think I may have more bunnies than letters left. I'll see. First two stories are parts of earlier alphabet ficlets, so to find them just scroll back a few entries.


( R is for Rockstar and more Peter/Nathan in the rocker 'verse )


( S is for Summertime which I know is a cliche but I couldn't think of any other title. More Peter born as girl 'verse )


llaras for her input">

T, Toys, Sam/Dean, NC-17

Sam finds them under the passenger seat. Cotton candy pink and softer than he’d expect. Not that he spent a lot of time thinking about the construction of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. He waits until they’re in their hotel room before draping them over one of Dean’s thighs.

“Anything you want to tell me?”

Dean picks the handcuffs up and gets a goofy look on his face. “Ohhh, yeah, Abigail. I wondered what happened to these.” He twirls them on one finger. “She was wild, Sammy. She did things to me I’m positive were illegal in all fifty states.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down and smirks. “Gotta love a girl with a tongue ring.”

Sam shakes his head. “On second thought, dude, keep it to yourself.”

Dean lays down, both arms folded so his hands are behind his head. The pink handcuffs are bright against his black tee shirt. “She had this giggle. It was cute and sexy, and the way she could bounce for hours on top of me.” He let out a lusty sigh. “She was quite the energizer bunny.”

Sam groans. What had he started? He should have just put the handcuffs back where he found them. “I get it, alright? She was perfect, the epitome of womanhood. Now can I take a nap?”

Dean snickers and finds a James Bond marathon on their hotel TV. Sam turns on his stomach and falls asleep to some woman trading sexual innuendos with Sean Connery.

He wakes up with the weather channel playing. He’s on his back and he can’t move his arms. He follows them to the surprisingly sturdy headboard. His wrist is surrounded by soft pink on top of hard steel. He pulls, but his hand isn’t going anywhere. He looks at his other hand. It’s handcuffed with a pair of hot pink, fuzzy handcuffs. They’re so neon pink they almost makes his eyes hurt.

“Dean!”

His brother comes out of the bathroom trailing steam behind him. He’s naked and using a towel to dry his hair. His grin is wide and happy and Sam almost smiles back before he remembers his predicament. He shakes his cuffed arms at Dean.

“What the hell?”

Dean throws the towel over his shoulder and straddles Sam’s hips. “I went out to the car. Found the second pair of cuffs.” He fiddles with the buttons on Sam’s jeans. “Did I mention Abigail had a twin named Amy? She was wild too.” Sam flinches as Dean’s warm hand wraps around his dick. He’s more used to late night sex or long dark highway hand jobs. Even with the fuzzy handcuffs this seems kind of normal.

Sam grunts and pushes into Dean’s hand. “You going to tell me more stories about you and the porn twins?”

Dean shakes his head and strips Sam’s pants off. “Nope. Though I do think we should pick up a woman one night.” His voice deepens and he stares at Sam’s face like he wants to read Sam’s mind. “I’d love to see you eat her out while I fucked you from behind.”

He grabs Sam’s cock again and strokes him fast and hard. Sam bites his lip and tries not to whine with lust and beg for more. Dean will tease him enough as it is. He comes when Dean presses a thumb into the bundle of nerves right below the head of his dick. Sam watches in post-orgasmic pleasure as Dean slips two fingers inside him and finger fucks Sam with an eagerness he usually reserves for setting things on fire.

When Dean pulls his fingers out and thrusts his cock into Sam, he sets up a fast pace. Sam closes his legs around Dean’s hips, and makes noises because Dean knows how fuck. Sam never means to say anything, but he can’t help it. Dean smirks and fucks him harder. He’s silent and focused on the slap and pull, while Sam bites his own lips so he can stop saying stuff that belongs in a porn movie.

Dean comes with a muttered curse and Sam’s already frowning at the thought of sleeping in the wet spot. Dean chuckles softly and pulls away. “He who lets himself get handcuffed, and with girly handcuffs at that, automatically sleeps in the wet spot.”

Sam sighs as Dean lets him out of the cuffs. “You are seriously freaky, you know that?”

Dean kisses the top of his head briefly. “You know you like it.” On the way to the bathroom he calls out over his shoulder, “We need to get you a gag. Maybe I’ll look for something pink to match your cute handcuffs.”

Sam rolls his eyes and wonders when Dean’s toys became his toys. Probably right around the time he found them under his seat. Sam frowns. He’d checked under that seat just a few days ago. Dean had set him up! It would serve his brother right if Sam bought a pink, glittery vibrator and used it on him. He settles down into bed, his mind whirling with all the ways he’s going to get revenge.