(No) Shame

Things get pretty hot at school. A little too hot from what Dirk was expecting but of course the Striders will make the best of a situation.

Joon LET ME TELL YOU Joon I HAVE SEEN JESUS

Peter understands what Stiles has yet to accept--that their lives are entwined forever.

After an accident in the classroom, the females of Beacon Academy deal with a problem that could soon grow out of hand..

The Entity demands a sacrifice. But when someone disobeys, it's war. You will be put in the middle of it, but at least you're not alone.

After Castiel gives birth, Dean recounts how they got to where they were now, and how one night can change everything, or change nothing at all.

“Knew I could count on you Ripper...thanks.”

John and Sherlock share the only bathroom in the flat. The bathroom door from Sherlock's bedroom is transparent and he has developed a dark and voyeuristic morning ritual.

What if Experiment 1188 wasn't the first CatNap? What if there was one before, one that fits perfectly in with the Smiling Critters? What if Harley Sawyer couldn't create two Bigger Bodies of one toy? What if the second never ended up quite right? And... What if that CatNap escaped 10 years ago only to return with an employee? How would he change this story? Or I wanted Smiling Critter fluff and this is how I've decided to do it

Ushijima gets stuck in a repeating time loop on the day his university's team must play Oikawa's. Shenanigans ensue.

When it comes to the Shitennou, the Senshi have started to develop some very bad habits. Especially since they got their memories of the past back.

Punk!Percy drabble series. Themes mostly centered around romance and humor. Percy/Annabeth

Zayn attempts to prove a point, but by doing so, he puts both Louis' and his own life in danger.

I was wandering through Tumblr and was tripped up by a prompt. dirty-middle-earth-confessions:#227: “Éomer’s dark, intense eyes turn me on so badly. I just want to spend a night with him, preferably next to a fireplace. He’d lift me up, and I’d lock my legs around his strong frame. He’d lower me down on a huge fur, then his light, skillful touches would tickle my skin… He seems so frustrated, I just want to be the one thing that’s there to help ease all the pain brought on by war.” Mmmm, Éomer. Who married a princess of Dol Amroth, Lothíriel. I didn't find that until after I finished writing this, so still kept it in second person.

Dean was having a bad day. Castiel just wanted to make him feel better. -hardcore smut-

Reader is at an out-of-town hotel for a work meeting when a big storm hits. A power outage from the storm leaves her trapped in an elevator with two extremely attractive men who decide to make the most out of a bad situation. From there, her life gets turned upside down as she tries to balance her newfound relationship with work and an intense interest from another man.*My work is only to be published on AO3. I do not give permission for this to be re-distributed through any app or other website.*

Kenma shut his eyes, evening out his breathing as Kuroo slipped into the room. More shuffling, the sounds of clothes being tossed into the hamper. A body slipping in to lay next to him. Kuroo doesn’t say anything to him, not even a goodnight. He really doesn’t do that anymore. Kenma wants to think it’s because he believes he’s sleeping and doesn’t want to disturb him. He doesn’t try to believe in that lie anymore. Not when he can smell the perfume radiating off Kuroo’s body, or when he catches glimpses of hickeys and bitemarks in places easy to hide when they haven’t done anything in months. Kenma knows but never says a thing about it. Closing one eye to make him blind, keeping another one open to make him aware. ---AKA; Kenma knows buts feigns ignorance because what else is he really supposed to do.

“You want to know a secret, Chuck Hansen?” Raleigh purrs. “I don’t give a shit who you are. You may be a rich and powerful executive, but to me you’re just another civilian and I couldn’t care less how much money you make.” “You’re a gardener,” the boy says, spitting mad. Still, he’s calmed down, at least. No longer thrashing. Working title: like hate-fucking without the hate.

Sehun is a self-loathing pessimist who doesn't want to be attracted to some clinically insane, masochistic exchange student. Yixing, however, is too adorable to resist. Or: In which both Sehun and Luhan want Yixing for themself.

"Anthony Edward Stark. Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, ex-Merchant of Death. Number of people on the planet that expected “father” to be added to his list of titles: 0."What happens when Tony is unexpectedly revealed to be Harry Potter's father? And how do they deal with the increasingly convoluted world around them?||ABANDONED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE||Waaay too many fandoms and characters. We might add or (less likely) remove fandoms, so not everything is set in stone until we actually write it. This story likely won't be done for years, but hopefully we'll make progress. Eventually we'll have to rewrite the prologue... Slow updates!

I saw on a tiktok a post about if Viserys had a sister he would have married her and the dance wouldn't have happened, so here is female Daemon. Daena is a woman that carries the Targaryen name, so she knew her faith was to be queen.

Biding his time after his failed rebellion, Balon Greyjoy learns that his erstwhile heir is returning home at the new Lord of Winterfell's behest, seeking terms for an alliance between the Iron Islands and the newly crowned King in the North. In one timeline, with his decision weighed upon his sense of pride and his sense of pragmatism, Balon's pride won out. But what if he made a different choice?

Ulmo be thanked, the Noldorin refugees have finally found a leader. He has the most ridiculous name, though: Ereinion. "The Scion of Kings". And where did he come from, anyway? Cirdan attempts to find out.

"If there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I'm willing to wait for it" And yet he was still waiting, the desperation clawing at him from the inside out, tearing him apart and leaving him with his will staining his hands and the sword on the thread over his head. OR I got a lot of feels for Burr while listening to "Wait For It" and "The Room Where It Happens" and I chose to write them out.