Because I Love You, You Idiot

"So," says Stiles to Peter. "I made a list if you're still interested." Or: Peter checks "blow jobs" off Stiles' list.

The fact that Harry uses his right hand to pull the edge of the pocket open has alarm bells going off in Louis’ head, and honestly, he should have known. Should have known this would happen, sooner or later, so it’s not even a surprise when Harry works his left hand free of his jacket and there’s a tiny little cat clinging to his fingers.

Schoolwork is wearing Kenma out, and his boyfriends are suddenly acting like aliens. What's a man to do?

Unrequited love is always the most painful one.

Moon Butterfly's world comes to a screeching halt and she can do nothing but watch as it crumbles into dust around her, knowing that no matter what she does can never truly save the ashes.

Will's intuition leads him to the place where a pair of sexual sadists are murdering women for sport. Things don't go as planned.

“First of all,” Chan sighs, the bags under his eyes revealing how exhausted he is, “I’m glad none of you are injured.” “I have a bruise on my shin,” Jeongin chirps, just to be helpful. He immediately regrets it when he sees the overflowing worry on Jisung’s face and the way Hyunjin looks like he’s about to have a stroke. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine,” He immediately amends. “You,” Changbin seems torn between praising Jeongin or scolding him, “Roundhouse kicked him in the crotch.” He accusingly points to wide-eyed Felix next, “And you swung him around like you were playing helicopter and he was the skipping rope.” Changbin flits his eyes to Seungmin, sees the smile of no regrets, and weakly buries his face in his hands, “I don’t even want to think about what you did.” Minho winces, scrolling through his phone, “We’re viral. We’re so, so viral.” (Or, BokSeungAh, and their tendency to be badass when the hyungs aren’t there to stop them.)

"Please, Daddy fuck me. I need you so much!" Lucifer let go of her bum and slid his hand under her hip, going straight for her pussy. Her petals were silken with want, and he nodded, deciding that it was wet enough. "Get on your knees, pet. Suck me hard again." Hermione backed off his lap and knelt to receive his offering. Tickling and tapping him with her tongue, she worked it back to full strength. His hand sank into her hair, slowly dragging her mouth closer to his pelvis. "That's my good girl. Are you ready for that dip you've been begging for?" Hermione released his cock and looked up at him in a daze. "Did you say dip or dick?" ______________ Brief Description - A very degenerate piece of work only being written because the Author is horny and can't bother writing a proper plot without sex. Tags- Extremely OP MC, Invincible MC, Evil MC, Perverted Protagonist, Smart Protagonist, Anal, BDSM, R-18, Incest, Daddy kink, Slut shaming, Piss kink, Yandere Hermione.________ To Read 45+ Advanced Chapters, visit my Webnovel profile. Username - SmutDxddy Link is mentioned in the bio at Webnovel.

The story of Bahorel and Feuilly, how they went from colleagues to best mates and beyond. It is set in the same Verse as Life and Times of Enjolras and Grantaire. From chapter 4 onwards it looks at the five years between "Indifference Loved" and "Unhooking the Stars". There will (eventually) be lots of lovely overlap.

Immediately following An Embarrassment of Sherlocks. Readers of both the original and the Chinese translation have asked, How does Sherlock sort out all the extra Sherlocks? and, Can't John have fun with more than one Sherlock? This story, well, maddeningly fails to really answer either question, but at least there's some smut.

The first time he died, it was an accident. “It’s always a shame when it’s the young ones.” Jimin heard a deep, raspy voice from above him, talking to himself it seemed, “Although they do whine much more than the older ones, so I can’t feel too bad.” “Who are you? What are you talking about?” “I’m the Grim Reaper. But you can call me Yoongi. Or not, it doesn’t really matter because you won’t see me again anyway.” OR Jimin just can't stop dying. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful man awaiting him in the afterlife.

“If y’all don’t contact the CIA right fucking now, I swear to God, Shaan, I will do it myself. My mom is the President. I’m the First Son. I won’t hesitate to use my position. I don’t fucking care if it causes a conflict between us and the Queen. The love of my life is missing, and nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world is more important than him,” Alex vows. or,Alex storms the Kensington Palace for the second time after Henry tells him to leave, and Henry is missing.

Before the werewolves happened, there was alcoholism and child neglect and panic attacks. And at the end Scott's dad acted like a bully before he abandoned his family. Anyone still wondering where all the hero complexes come from? Spoiler for season 3a (sort of not really) This story is my head-canon for all the bits we got for that fuzzy timeline in Scott and Stiles lives when Claudia was dead and the Sheriff was drinking and a guy who I really thought would be a dead-beat abusive spouse turned out to be a FBI agent. I'm probably getting jossed as soon as Season 3b hit the air, but in the meantime, enjoy!

"You can hate me all you want, a lot of people do, believe it or not. But leave Yoongi alone, he," his words fall short, and his overall expression softens into something unnameable, "He's done a lot for me. More than any person has ever done for me." (Or: Yoongi's an attorney, Jeongguk's a petty thief, and the two meet under questionable circumstances).

Four ways Nino and Alya's wedding went wrong, and the one way it went right.

“Hey Marimo,” he whispers, lacking his usual bite, “I would stay away if I were you… I think I have a fever.” “I don’t doubt it,” Zoro responds, gently as possible. “Though I think there’s more to it than that, Curls.”

It’s the sound that draws him in. At first, he thinks Dean is crying. His hand stills on the doorknob as he listens closer, his brows knitting together with worry. “Oh God,” Dean says in a strangled voice. There’s a soft sound, a strange slicking sound that Cas can’t quite put his finger on. He chews on his bottom lip, a million things running through his mind when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hits him: Dean is touching himself.

What if Tony and Ziva hadn't followed Jenny's order to take the day off on the fateful day when Jenny was shot? What might have changed because of it. With a side of Tony/Tobias.

Distantly Charles was aware of Brundle talking about odds on screen, that no one that young had ever won before and how strange it was that no one from District 2 had volunteered in his place. A departure from tradition indeed. Charles knew better though. Knew how Max was raised and knew that it was to be a Victor, that if no one from District 2 had volunteered it meant that Max was already the best The Academy had to offer. He only hoped it would be enough. Or: The one where Max is a Victor, Charles is a Tribute, and they might have fallen in love years ago.

It's an off day and they decide to go to the beach.Jeongguk regrets every decision made when that idea actually sounded like a good one. Or in which:Jeongguk disapproves of everything that's happening and feels like he should get an award for questionable reasons.

Clint makes a decision.

The pissing contest between Director Krennic and Grand Moff Tarkin is the stuff of legends. This time, it's about underwear. Reader gets caught in the middle of their ongoing argument. Or: 'The One Where Reader Helps Tarkin and Krennic Temporarily Accept Each Others' Design Choices Through Spontaneous Nookie'

In the fallout of an awful night Batman discovers some news about the Joker. Batman struggles to recover from his trauma and deal with the Joker's antics. (I'm splitting the story into it's original chapters. I will edit it up at a later date.)

Phil was the most powerful magic wielding human of the decade, even when he was just a child. He was what his people called a light - someone that was a pure source of magic. He'd been forbidden to leave his house because his parents were terrified that he'd attract soul snatchers, which was horrible creatures that consumed innocent souls. But Phil was a curious little one and he was bound to step outside eventually. Dan had been a stupid young boy, who'd gotten too obsessed with the magical culture and peer pressured into doing something really dumb, just because all his friends had done it. His soul had been broken and locked away, never to be seen or felt again, as his body was doomed to roam the world as a soul snatcher. But Dan would be granted a second chance. When the two meet, the impossible happens. Lights have always fallen prey to soul snatchers before and Phil should really be dead and Dan should really be fed. It doesn't quite go like that.