Title: Lucky Knickers Will Get You Everywhere.
Authors: hija_paloma and franticsga
Rating: (here our authors disagree: they wouldn't show this on HBO, so I give it an NC-17.)
Disclaimer: I'm sure there's a happy, wonderful universe where this fic has occurred and might occur again, but it is not this one.
Notes: Yeah, what she said. This was written ages ago, and I blame the entire thing on Fellow Fangirl Bradley James for being no less ridiculous than this story.
Description: "That's it, then? No other burning questions you've been dying to ask about my sex life, you pervert?"
Yes, Bradley thinks, and says, "No." I need to know what else you do, what else you like, and if you think maybe you could like it with me. "I think that's everything for now."

It occurs to me, I have to specify here: this is Merlin RPS.

I cannot believe I had to be prompted by Captain Jack Harkness to do this... but I have a rec for you! And it does not suck, unlike Captain Hart's epic saga.

Doola has committed pornery, and per aeternitas blames me. All I did was beg a little, she's ridiculously easy.

The story is Supernatural RPS (Junie, you can't call it Padackles because it's a threesome, HA.) set after "the t-shirt con." If you don't know what that is, don't worry, there's video at her post. If you do know, you'll understand why that inspired her to write fic about Jared and Misha after the con.

It's Doola, so you've got some manhandling, some voyeurism/exhibitionism, some implied threesomeish action impending, and, I'm not even kidding, implied wingfic. But not like that.

All the World's a Stage, Jared/Misha(/Jensen), NC-17.

She has promised me a sequel. I intend to hold her to this.