endearments

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

From the kinkmeme: AU Warlord!Geralt receives Tribute!Jaskier as a sacrifice to appease him in every way possible. Jaskier has no choice on the matter and he’s fully aware of the awful rumours that have spread about Geralt and his ruthless conquests. (But we all know those aren’t legit.) A classic angst with a happy ending please! A dash of smut to heal those scars and a sprinkle of new found love! Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was. ...He is, in fact, going to be unreasonably lucky, because the Warlord of the North is a far finer monarch - and a far better man - than Redania's king has ever dreamed of being.

Three months into his relationship with the White Wolf, Warlord of the North and terror of the continent, Jaskier goes back to Redania as part of the Warlord's negotiating team. They return with a treaty...but there are unexpected consequences to revealing his place at the White Wolf's side.

Suddenly he remembers how young Merlin looked in their bed, how he trembled and how he blushes. How he’s dressed in those old rags of his servant days that he hasn’t seen in bloody years. Groaning, Arthur ends the kiss and leans his forehead against Merlin’s. “Please don’t tell me I’ve been sent back in time and took you to bed like a brute.” Basically a PWP one-shot with a dash of time travel.

Jaskier is invited to come and sing at Oxenfurt - an honor he has never dreamed he would be granted so young. But leaving Kaer Morhen has its perils...and there are those who would very much like to get their hands on the Consort of the Warlord of the North.

Attitude, daddy issues, steamy kisses, insecurities and a lot of snarking - a brief summary of Tony and Bucky. A collection of random drabbles and prompts submitted to my winteriron blog on tumblr.

“Many travelers feel nervous about accepting rides for the same reason,” Hannibal says. “There is uncertainty on both sides of the equation. I have no way of knowing if you’re dangerous, just as you have no way of knowing if I’m, say–” He hesitates, licking his lips, and pushes the envelope. “A serial killer, for example.” Will snorts his laughter, shifting to tuck his hands under his arms. “Come on,” he says, turning his head to look over at Hannibal. “The chances of two serial killers being in one car would be astronomical.” Inspired by the tweet. You know the one.With accompanying soundtrack.

It's too hot out to be alive, is what it is.

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

When John is away on hunts and it's just Sam and Dean, he finds it feels almost like a husband and wife. Sam knows its messed up to think like that but he can't help it. More so when Dean's willing to play along with it, calling Sam pet names and treating him as if he really was Dean's wife.

He let his hands rest, warmly, on Steve’s shoulders, against his neck. “I just want you to fuck me, soldier,” he managed to get out, breathy. “I want you to fuck me, yes, in my ass, and not stop. Again and again, until it’s out of your system.” Steve and Tony and a marathon sex encounter. That's it, that's the fic.

Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha. Until he does.~~~Based off this wonderful anon prompt I received: ABO Stucky where Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha until Steve runs out of the scent blockers and heat suppressants he used to hide his depression over losing his alpha and not deal with heats alone. He thought he'd be alright to deal with his untimely heat, Bucky on a mission for another week. So Steve could whimper and cry out for his alpha in peace while using toys. But Bucky comes home and the scent of Steve in heat brings EVERYTHING back.

"Stop calling me kid. We're practically the same age.""You're not going to like the other names I come up with for you."

The last thing Draco wanted was to show up at Harry Potter's door, cursed blind and holding a boxful of his friends Transfigured into snakes, but here he was. Between breaking the curse, adjusting to life without sight, and teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Draco's got his hands full. Being forced to live with Harry Potter might just be the death of him. This is a story about the bonds of friendship, fairy tale endings, and learning to ask for help (even from Gryffindors).

"Come on now." Bucky sat back and let his thighs splay out wide, crowding against Steve. "Be a good girl for me and sit on my knee."

Living with Sirius would be easier if Harry didn’t get turned on every time his godfather called him ‘sweetheart’...

Stiles calls Derek “baby” one time, and exactly one time only. It goes a little like the time he clasped a hand to Derek’s shoulder in the front seat of the jeep only three years previously. Derek levels him with the same incredulous look of stunned disbelief as he did then.

Steve hadn’t known pleasure like this. Being fed and looked after so well, being doted on and loved like this. It almost brings him to tears, sometimes it does. Sometimes, with the love that Bucky gives him, he can’t handle it. It’s always so much and so good and he just melts for it. Makes those little whimpers Bucky loves to hear. Clings onto him like he might shake apart, begs for Bucky to stay in him, to keep him safe and warm. He loves it, he loves the feeling of Bucky’s cock inside him, the feeling of Bucky’s fingers and tongue. The way he opens him up so sweetly, takes his time and makes him see stars. He’s never felt love this. Never felt so good, so high.____Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes! <3

After years of dancing around each other, Draco and Harry have finally begun to date, though they're taking things slow. They've got enough to figure out as it is, and the last thing Harry needs is an unexpected introduction to desires he's not quite ready to face.

Sherlock decides that he and John are in a romantic relationship. John tries to educate Sherlock on what that actually means.

Hermione Granger has nice friends. Both old and new. Good friends who are secretly planning her birthday surprise, and to ensure that she wouldn’t find out, they all decided to meet in a place they knew she’d never guess. In Draco Malfoy’s flat, early Saturday morning. The problem? Draco wasn’t informed about said secret meeting, and neither was his girlfriend.

“I need you,” said Aziraphale, which was far more straightforward than Crowley had been expecting, even after two bottles of wine. The angel stared at his plate, turning as red as the little gems of pomegranate seed on it. “Well,” Crowley said, at last, trying to keep any giveaway hoarseness out of his voice. “Here I am." “It’s just that—oh, dear, some things are so difficult to say over the telephone apparatus, aren’t they? Especially if you have your voice messages on. It feels so impersonal, and I really couldn’t wait any longer to ask." “Good strategy. I’m right here, go ahead,” Crowley said encouragingly, wondering if he should reach for the angel’s hand. Unfortunately, the angel’s closest hand was gripping cutlery as if it was a lifebuoy. Crowley considered putting his hand on one invitingly touchable thigh instead. “Will you come to a party with me?" **** Crowley and Aziraphale pose as husbands for a house party, because Aziraphale is bad at saying no (to anyone but Crowley and anyone trying to buy books). Crowley thinks this is a good chance to prove himself the perfect potential demon husband to a fussy angel. But things get complicated fast. Really complicated.

Draco really wants his newest business deal to go through. Luckily, he's got the perfect incentive for the visiting executives.

A few years ago, something happened that brought four unlikely people together. Well, sort of. In a bid to keep their sanity, these four people created a groupchat where they have a safe space to talk about anything. Usually…their husbands. Husbands who used to serve together as SEALs. Or… Antonio, Matt, Eddie, and Danny have a groupchat where they express their woes for being married to stubborn, accident prone, insane, hot as shit men.

“What is your problem, Potter?” he forced out, not comfortable with the proximity at all, not yet.“‘You’ are my problem,” he murmured, fingers lazily playing with the short strands on Draco’s nape and Draco, just for a fraction of a second, leaned into it, eyes slipping shut. “Stop running away, Draco.” And even in that barely articulate state Harry sounded so sure and gentle that Draco wanted to obey, to stop running. He really did. But the trouble was that he didn’t know how, not yet. Just another eighth year tale where Harry is obsessed in more ways than before, Hermione doesn’t know it all for once but Ron does and so does everyone else truth be told, Blaise is too fucking cryptic and Draco just wants to be alone and smoke his cigarettes in peace. Besides, it’s all Ginny’s fault, of course. Maybe Pansy can sort that out or .......make it worse?

To save his sister from an arranged marriage to a dangerous hitman, Angel takes her place. He doesn't think he'll survive the wedding night. To his surprise, his new husband is nothing like what he expected. A lot of sex, very little plot, and a bit of self-discovery ensue. Detailed content warnings in the notes.

Steve had always had such a thing for Bucky’s hands. So when it was his turn, and he knelt in front of a chair to clean what blood he could off of Bucky’s scraped and bruised knuckles only to realize how much he wanted to kiss them: he did.

It starts with a closet, but that's beside the point. The important thing is the closet gives them the space (however tightly confined) to say it all and then they take it and run. Izuku is not going to let this chance pass him by. And Katsuki just needs a single hint of an okay, to take it all the rest the way.

“He doesn’t feel the same,” Steve murmured, taking another swig. If he drank his pain away, maybe he could just forget it all. At least for the night. Thor’s liquor was always good at that. “Why don’t we test something out?” Brock smirked and before Steve knew what was happening, he’d been pulled onto the dance floor. A filthy song was on, full of perfect moments to press up against another’s body and lose yourself in the music. “Wanna dance, sugar?” Steve bristled and stepped back, about to shake his head when he looked over Brock’s shoulder at Bucky. He looked jealous to say the least. Steve’s stomach swooped. “Okay."

Derek isn't great at asking for what he wants in bed. Stiles tries to change that.

The course of true love never did run smooth... or so the saying goes. Another year into his relationship with Cas, and Dean's got a lot to think about. It's affects their sex-life so much, they decide to head back to The Pit for some inspiration... And find help in the most unexpected ways. (Not necessary to read the previous parts in this verse.)

Sequel to "Sweetheart, You're Mine", "(Bee) My Queen" and "A Moment, For You". You don't need to read those to understand this one. Title from the song. Four years later, after the birth of his first son, the kingdoms of the land were not yet fully united but war was less imminent and the dangers less pronounced. Merlynn had been the one to bring up the possibility of a second child, after they’d tucked William in for the night and retired.

You will meet your perfect man BUT he's a cannabalistic serial killer twenty years older than you.

Sam and Dean make a bet that Dean can’t be romantic to anyone for three days. Sam ends up being the target of Dean’s romantic overtures.

It’s been four years since MUSE Weddings' sales team managers Teng MuRen and Xiao LiCheng went from co-workers to roommates to lovers.Four years since MUSE Creative Director Ye Xingsi was forced out of the closet, accepting his younger, dysfunctional stepbrother Fu Yong Jie as his lover ... the brother who raped him.Life is pretty good ... so why isn’t everyone happy?