Neal's head of the Caffrey family business now but he always feels more like a Burke than anything else.

In the immortal words of Freddie Mercury, Fucking on the subway, fucking on the subway, fucking on the subway on a job.

How it happened, from beginning to end, from the man who started it all.

In which Arthur tries his hardest to make Merlin scream, and Merlin tries his hardest to make Arthur realize that he is, in fact, a giant princely prat.

Young military Arthur goes to a sex worker to take care of his ~ass virginity problem.~ Finds an unexpected rapport, is drawn back repeatedly, falls in love, knows it's untenable for a dozen different reasons and doesn't say anything about it... you know the drill. Then the sex worker drops completely off the radar with no warning. Arthur panics, is heartbroken; represses the fuck out of it, forcing himself to move on. Several years later, they meet in dreamshare.

Ariadne works out something's going on between her two colleagues. She just can't work out what, exactly.

At this moment Mike cannot regret any decision he has ever made because they have all lead him to this: watching Harvey Specter fuck the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in real life.

And to think, the day started out so ordinary.

This was originally posted at the kink meme here for this prompt:

Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Other

Arthur and Other are in a long distance, unhappy relationship. For whatever reason, Arthur is expect to stay with Other. He meets Merlin and they strike up a fast, emotionally deep, friendship. They often flirt, and have some romantic feelings towards each other. But Arthur and Other have discussed "The Line" which would define cheating on each other: Kissing on the mouth, any touching of private parts and sex.

Merlin goes to visit Arthur for the weekend, at night the end up having a light make out session, but never cross The Line. (kissing/biting necks, playful wrestling, frottage, whatever) On the last night together after an intense session they end up with their mouths barely touching, whispering to each other, but still maintaining The Line. They both want it so badly but they know how guilty they would feel if they crossed The Line.

Eames probably would have been pleased with a sandwich, but Arthur's got a knack for making Eames happy in surprising ways.

Original prompt on the kink meme: "I could pull that off! I have...soft features..."

So of course Mike gets it into his head that he needs to prove this to Harvey, because Mike is a smartass. And see, the thing is that so far, Harvey has managed perfectly well to ignore the fact that he'd love nothing more than to bend his associate over the nearest desk, or push him up against the closest available surface, but seeing Mike in a short black dress that is just...way too revealing for public? That's just too much. This is what he gets for demanding that Mike bring him the Heartland briefs over the weekend.

Christ, with a hemline that short it is amazingly apparent that Mike is very literally all legs, and what beautifully toned legs they are, too. Shit, and he shaved them, too. The little asshole.

Saito's job referral draws Arthur, Eames, and Ariadne together for an extraction in Finland that proves unexpectedly dangerous and difficult, pushing the three of them past all limits and into a precarious and tender three-cornered relationship. In which Ariadne loses the future she'd planned, Eames loses the past he thought he'd already thrown away, and Arthur loses his distance, secrets are revealed and a dance for two becomes a tango for three.

Then Lilly wins... and there's something in her face that tells you she's been waiting for this for hours.

She points fingers at both of you, then brings them together. "Make out."

“You know John, I could hypnotize you if you really want."

aka the juicebox fic. In which Arthur's ass is magic and Eames likes sticking his tongue into small, tight holes.

The impulse to hang Mike from the rafters and find out where it hurts is nothing compared to how strongly Harvey has to restrain himself from rewarding Mike when he’s done well, when Mike is looking at him full of longing and hope for praise, and Harvey wants nothing more than to shower him with words and touches showing Mike exactly how good Harvey thinks he is. OR; in which Jessica Knows Everything, and also there is bondage and wooing, not necessarily in that order.

Still, as Arthur so kindly reminded him, it’s not his place to comment. Arthur is an adult, and more than capable of making his own decisions. If he wants to sign himself over to some hopelessly out-classed amateur who doesn’t deserve to lick the ground he walks on, that’s his choice.

Merlin’s not quite sure how this game started, but he can see exactly where it’s going.

One day, Sirius notices how attractive Remus’ girlfriend is.

Six hours stuck in a closet with someone you love -- it's the best kind of hell imaginable.

Heroic David Shepherd was, of course, unfazed. 'Let me make it up to you. Please.' His jaw clenched in a dashing show of masculine determination. "I’m really sorry. Anything you want, seriously."

"He wants you," Eames whispered into her ear, "and I want him. What do you say we split the difference?"

In which pants are underwear, okay, and Eames comes in his.

Merlin knows that getting off fastest when he's got some BDSM porno playing loud on the computer doesn't mean he'd really like to be that bloke, gagged and bent over and bound. Right?

Merlin goes to a brothel to get rid of that virginity thing and runs into Arthur. From there on, it's all madness.

Five Times Nick and Mia would've totally Done It had it not been for the fact that this is a kid's movie.

A long fatal love chase, or: your ex-lover is dead. Well, as good as dead, anyway.