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Belle Chose
"I've not—not personally used this one, no."

Crowley smiles something wicked, but not in the wicked-bad way. More like the wicked-wonderful way that makes Aziraphale's chest feel full and his lips pull in a returning smile.

"No? Oh, Angel," Crowley croons, shaking his head slowly. "You've been missing out, then."


In which Crowley shows Aziraphale how fun a vagina can be.
fic  slash  Good_Omens  Aziraphale/Crowley  hot_like_burning  PWP  established_relationship  [NC-17]  wc:01_000-05_000  a:cal1brations 
july 2019 by adelate
Dining In
“Mornin’,” Steve says.

“Get over here,” Bucky replies.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  kink  face_sitting  hot_like_burning  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:ipoiledi 
april 2017 by adelate
A Soul as Sweet as Blood-Red Jam
It slips out. It just – slips out, and it takes half a second before Steve realizes what he’s said, and then he wants to die.

Or: Steve's daddy kink comes out to play while he's in bed with Bucky.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  kink  hot_like_burning  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:pringlesaremydivision 
april 2017 by adelate
Think I'm Finally Clean
In which sub Bucky wishes for rougher handling by normally gentle dom Steve, and gets probably more than he bargained for.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  kink  Dom/sub  hot_like_burning  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:fuck_me_barnes 
april 2017 by adelate
Bucky meets the team and manages to survive the experience, Tony is his usual dysfunctional self, and Steve pouts with deadly force.


When Bucky emerges from the lab, feeling wrung out and smug as fuck about it, Steve is sitting on one of the couches in the living room, reading from a tablet. He looks up, and immediately both flushes bright red and gives him the ultimate disappointed face. Normally, Bucky would feel awful about that, but the endorphins are currently cancelling out all of his shame.

“That was quick,” Steve says, sounding slightly strangled.

“We’re men of action,” Bucky says breezily. “What can I say?” Even his new arm feels well-fucked. The future is fantastic.

“Yeah, well,” Steve mutters, going even redder. Bucky despairs of him, but takes pity anyway.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve/Tony  Natasha_Romanova  Clint_Barton  Rhodey  Bruce_Banner  Thor  Phil_Coulson  Maria_Hill  Nick_Fury  hot_like_burning  wc:40_000-45_000  [R]  a:AlchemyAlice  Armed_and_Dangerous 
april 2017 by adelate
“Why d’you want it?”

Steve swallows and his eyes search Bucky’s face, dark now. “I just,” he says, but his voice comes out hoarse, and so he tries it again. “I just do, Buck, I want — I want you to know that I trust you. I want to give you that.”
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  kink  hot_like_burning  [NC-17]  wc:01_000-05_000  a:ipoiledi 
february 2017 by adelate
The Care & Feeding of Steven G. Rogers
“Bucky,” Steve breathes out, awed, like he completely forgot that Bucky was here waiting for him. He lurches, fingers scrambling for purchase as he tries to get closer. “Bucky.”

“Hey now,” Bucky says, getting an arm around his waist and keeping their bodies pressed close. “It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m right here, Stevie.”

Steve’s eyes dart across his face and then over his shoulder, to the counter. He looks down around them, one side and then the other. To all the places where he’s made a mess. When he looks back at Bucky, he looks even more upset than before.

“I’m sorry,” he says fast, desperate. “I’m sorry, I -- I’m sorry --”

Bucky shushes him, soft as his touches. “Hush,” he says, gentle. “I ain’t mad.”

Steve’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click, he’s so quick to obey.

His reward is a caress along his jaw and fingers carding through his hair, a thumb pressing into that spot just behind his ear. Steve moans, eyelashes fluttering, and a deep, hard shudder runs right through him, down to his toes. He leans further into the touches.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  kink  hot_like_burning  [NC-17]  wc:05_000-10_000  a:greenbergsays 
february 2017 by adelate
Is It Pretending If I Already Want You?
Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):

STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend.
STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party.
STEP 3: Panic.
STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend.
STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip.
STEP 6: Fail miserably.
fic  slash  The_Avengers  Bucky/Steve  modern_day  AU  pretend_marriage/relationship  pining  oh_my_heart  hot_like_burning  [NC-17]  wc:85_000-90_000  a:OhCaptainMyCaptain 
august 2016 by adelate
step out into the sun
"I gotta talk to you, buddy, real quick," Poe says lowly, and grabs Finn's hand to haul him back out of the mess hall. His pilot friends cheer loudly, Karé yelling something about keeping it decent, and Finn barely has a second to process it before Poe's yanking him away and into a deserted side corridor.

"I can explain," he says quickly, running his spare hand through his hair.

"Well good," Finn snaps hotly, "Because I've had a really fucking weird day."

Otherwise known as: Finn Is An Oblivious Numbskull, or: the one where Finn gets a name, a jacket, a droid, and a marriage out of nowhere in only a few short weeks
fic  slash  Star_Wars  Finn/Poe  pretend_marriage/relationship  pining  hot_like_burning  Rey  BB-8  Jessika_Pava  Karé_Kun  Iolo_Arana  Temmin_"Snap"_Wexley  Leia_Organa  [R]  wc:70_000-75_000  a:plutos 
july 2016 by adelate
Darling It Is No Joke
The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it's not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper. The guy is — god, he's breathtakingly hot, and Stiles is just not this lucky in life. When he moved back to Beacon Hills after college, he had resigned himself to basically not getting laid for the two years he planned to stay.

Fortunately, Stiles just stares with his mouth open like a complete goober instead of voicing any of this.

Then Mr. Cop Stripper actually tips his hat at Stiles and says politely, "Is the Sheriff at home?"

Oh god oh god real cop, of course he's here to see Stiles' dad. "Oh, yeah, just — would you like to come in? He'll be right down."

The guy looks at the door frame and then frowns at him. "You really shouldn't invite strangers into your home, you know."

Stiles bristles at that. "Oh my god, seriously? I'm not a kid, I promise you, but if you'd like to condescend to me some more, feel free to stay on the porch."

Of course Stiles' dad chooses that moment to come clattering down the stairs. "Derek! You're a little early. Stiles, why did you leave him on the porch?"

Stiles makes a face at him that he hopes appropriately conveys that Derek is on the porch because he's a jerk. A really, really hot jerk. "Well, dad, you always told me not to open the door for people I don't know," Stiles says sweetly.

His dad gives him a look. "Derek, come on in. This is my son, Stiles. Stiles, this is Derek Hale, my new deputy."

"Pleased to meet you," Derek says, flashing Stiles a smile with too many teeth, and then takes one deliberate step inside.
fic  slash  Teen_Wolf  Derek/Stiles  AU  cops  deputy  scenting_kink  hot_like_burning  Sheriff_Stilinski  Scott_McCall  h/c  wc:10_000-15_000  [NC-17]  a:thehoyden 
january 2015 by adelate
The drug is called heatwave.

It supposedly emulates werewolf heats on humans.

And yes, Stiles is stupid enough to take it on a dare.


In his defense, he is very, very drunk at the time, and friends really shouldn't let friends drink and take weird designer heat drugs.

Stiles' friends all suck.

Except for Danny, apparently, because there's a hot, sturdy-looking werewolf at his door courtesy of Danny right now, and oh my god, Stiles' knees are buckling at the sight of him.

"I got you, I got you," the werewolf says, pulling Stiles up and taking most of his weight as they make their stumbling way to the bedroom.
fic  slash  Teen_Wolf  Derek/Stiles  PWP  hot_like_burning  Danny_Mahealani  heat  drugged  drugs_made_them_do_it  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:jerakeen 
july 2014 by adelate
Aversion Therapy
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Though if Stiles had had more than a second to think about it, he probably would have remembered that his spur of the moment ideas weren't always his best ones. That sometimes, in fact, they went spectacularly wrong.

But he doesn't have a lot of choice right now, the rest of the pack is a mess. Isaac's slumped against the side of the trashed movie theater, still trying to heal whatever getting smashed into the wall had done to him. Erica's not moving, Boyd looks dead on his feet, and Derek is about to get gutted by something that looks like a giant gorilla which had stolen the claws and teeth from the entire rest of the animal kingdom.

The only weapon Stiles has is roughly two tons of steel, which he's currently in control of. So he makes a judgment call, and hits the gas.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" Scott's voice is high, and scrambling closer, as if he can't believe even Stiles would be this crazy. There's a 'what the hell,' and more than a little 'are you insane,' crammed in there somewhere too. But Stiles is pretty much committed at this point. Scott grabs, hastily and blindly, for something to hold on to, and then swears. Which is how Stiles knows that this is bad, because Scott never swears. Stiles doesn't really blame him though, because he knows a thing or two about physics and the relative mass and speed of objects colliding.

He thinks this is probably going to hurt.
fic  slash  Teen_Wolf  Derek/Stiles  Scott_McCall  Erica_Reyes  Vernon_Boyd  Isaac_Lahey  dense_boy(s)  h/c  hot_like_burning  wc:10_000-15_000  [NC-17]  a:entanglednow  a:entangled_now 
september 2013 by adelate
Stiles is no stranger to coming back at one in the morning covered in bruises and dubious substances, trailing the smell of dead bodies and bad decisions. He accepted all of that once Scott turned into a werewolf. Scott, being a werewolf, doesn't have to worry about bruises, though there is the occasional surprise evisceration that can still put a crimp in his day. Allison comes from a family of hunters. Jackson's recent history is a whole mess of mental trauma and horrible injuries (a few of which they'd given to him.) Even Lydia has had her fair share of last-minute escapes from open graves and angry werewolves. She'd yelled at Scott for twenty minutes just last week when the strap had broken on one of her favourite shoes. The sprained wrist she hadn't care about. The shoes, she had protested, couldn't be bandaged.

But this is just wrong. This is wrong in some sort of important way.

Danny's sitting at Stiles's desk, one hand still balanced on his laptop (which had miraculously survived intact after having been used as an impromptu werewolf-battering device.) He looks tired and muddy, and every so often he'll touch his fingers carefully to the edge of his eye socket, which is already colouring. Danny is bruised. Their werewolf drama has officially bruised Danny. This is the worst day ever.
fic  slash  Teen_Wolf  Derek/Stiles  Danny_Mahealani  hot_like_burning  voyeurism  dense_boy(s)  wc:05_000-10_000  [NC-17]  a:entanglednow  a:entangled_now 
september 2013 by adelate
Don't Worry Baby
The weirdest thing is when Stiles figures out that Derek isn't even getting what he wants, not completely. Who the fuck pays for a hooker and doesn't ask for what they really, truly want? What would be the point? It's the one thing that none of Stiles's clients have ever hidden from him, not the way boyfriends might. He expects lies on every subject except this one.

Stiles doesn’t accept every call he gets, but he specializes in werewolves, so he gets more than his fair share of weird requests. His clients have given him fake names and asked him to degrade them, to piss on them, to do things that Stiles won't do even for his dad's bills, and all of them, even the ones who were ashamed about it afterwards, have known they could be honest with a hooker about what they want in bed. They've gotten their money's worth.

And it's not like what Derek seems to want is unusual, especially for a werewolf. They have rough sex up against walls, biting sex, sex that leaves Stiles with rug burns on his knees and elbows and one cheekbone. Derek seems to like it, always comes. Stiles likes it too and is shameless about showing it, because why not?

So it comes as something of a shock to catch Derek's reaction the night that Stiles is too exhausted and bruised to kiss any way but sweetly, to ride him any way but gently. Derek is strangely malleable, stays where Stiles puts him, touches Stiles's hips when he climbs on top of him. He sets a slow pace and Derek doesn't try to speed him up. It's just — easy.

At some point Stiles closed his eyes, and he's gone from just bracing both hands on Derek's chest to something that verges on petting. He's touching Derek so lightly, and Derek is being so weirdly quiet, that he suddenly wonders if he's annoying him. Maybe he's ticklish. Stiles forces his eyes open to check.

Derek doesn't look impatient. He looks lost. His face is so open and young that Stiles has to reach out and cup it in his hands, the way you'd hold something breakable, something valuable. He leans down to rub his mouth soothingly against Derek's sweaty hairline, mindlessly murmuring about how good he feels, how much he likes this. When Derek comes he kisses him through it.

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.
fic  slash  AU  Teen_Wolf  Derek/Stiles  prostitution  pretend_marriage/relationship  knotting  pining  hot_like_burning  Erica_Reyes  Vernon_Boyd  Isaac_Lahey  Scott_McCall  Allison_Argent  wc:20_000-25_000  [NC-17]  a:kalpurna 
august 2013 by adelate
Bikini: Extended Edition
It came free with a magazine. John can't remember for the life of him why he originally bought the magazine. Possibly Sherlock needed one of the articles to match someone's nail polish to a crime scene. Or maybe he matched the typeface to a threatening letter or something. Either way, it came free, in a little plastic packet sellotaped to the cover.

It's just a basic sort of bikini, bright red, long dangly ties to hold it together. John had torn it off and tossed it across his room. Then completely forgotten about it

He doesn't expect - he doesn't expect to wake up one completely average Monday morning and find Sherlock wearing it.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  crack  hot_like_burning  bikini  sunscreen  [NC-17]  wc:01_000-05_000  a:entangled_now  a:entanglednow 
july 2013 by adelate
Cooperative Principle
It’s called the Foot-in-the-door Technique, and at St. Bart’s, the foot in question belongs to one Sherlock Holmes. John was warned on his first day, but having already seen poor Molly Hooper flustered and running about for the man, the warning was unnecessary.

Rule One: Whatever Sherlock Holmes asks for, do not give it to him.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  AU  teachers  hot_like_burning  Mike_Stamford  Mycroft_Holmes  Greg_Lestrade  Mrs_Hudson  Molly_Hooper  Bill_Murray  PTSD  public_sex  feet  angst  Limping_Forward  wc:55_000-60_000  [NC-17]  a:bendingsignpost 
may 2013 by adelate
To Show You a Night
John might have liked Sherlock best like this, when they’re naked and wanting and Sherlock’s trying to press all the skin he’s got against him and straining, dying for release. It’s beautiful, to be sure.

But it’s too desperately tragic for John to love it without feeling guilty.

“Never?” he’d said, agog, after the first time they’d fallen into bed, groping desperately at each other until John had come with his mouth on Sherlock’s. He’d reached for Sherlock then, only to have his hand pushed away with a grimace and a muttered, “you needn’t bother.”

Sherlock runs his fingers up through his hair and sits back on his heels. He’s still hard. John’s mouth waters just looking at it, the drop of--

“No,” he says, looking irritated. “It’s...there’s too much.”

John’s eyes narrow, then relax as he understands. “In your head.”
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  PWP  hot_like_burning  kink  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:songlin 
april 2013 by adelate
Understanding Beauty
When Sherlock makes his way back across the expansive ballroom, it’s as though he’s parting the sea, a very expensive, posh sea, but a sea nonetheless. People step out of his way and he pays no mind, doesn’t notice a single head that is turning, glancing, eyes dropping to check out his backside.

John watches, just a bit in awe as Sherlock carries himself over with perfectly-measured steps and sidles up to the table that the shorter man has been milling around for the better part of two hours. For all of the standing and doing relatively nothing that John has been up to, he feels positively exhausted for it.

“This is... why is this-,” Sherlock tosses his glossy hair out of his face and straightens his collar; the little product that Lestrade had managed to work into it is doing nothing to control the unruly curls. The fact that he’d allowed the D.I. to put product in his hair in the first place is no less surprising than his breaking in his portrayal of a wealthy bachelor. There’s a fine crescent of sweat at his hairline and his cheeks are fairly flushed and Sherlock is honestly doing his best to straighten himself out, perturbed as he is. Sherlock bites his lip as he dips his hand into his pocket, likely sending off a shorthand text without having to look. “We need to get close to the suspect,” he hisses and squirms in his tuxedo, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  hot_like_burning  adorable  oh_my_heart  wc:05_000-10_000  [NC-17]  a:scullyseviltwin 
april 2013 by adelate
Best Laid Etc, Part 2/2
John stays where he is for a few more seconds, just savoring the feel of his body reassembling itself out of chaos into coherence. He's done – two orgasms in three quarters of an hour means he is done, realistically – but one of the things John likes about having sex with another man is that it doesn't really matter if he's done, as long as the other guy isn't. The bed shifts as Sherlock sits up, moves aside. John exhales an open-mouthed smile against his own arm. He loves this part, the part where his orgasm and even his arousal become irrelevant, subsumed in a gluttony of sensation … the indolent, indulgent pleasure of just surrendering his body to another man's enjoyment. He rolls over onto his back, wiping one hand up over his face and through his hair. Still smiling, he looks at Sherlock, who's kneeling at John's feet, turning the tube of lubricant end over end between long, thin fingers. John's gaze slides upwards, to the opaquely pale irises of Sherlock's eyes. A thought struggles to thread itself through the soft blur of John's afterglow: this may not actually be the best time to just give the other guy the keys and tell him to go wild.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  PWP  hot_like_burning  wc:10_000-15_000  [NC-17]  a:abundantlyqueer 
april 2013 by adelate
Best Laid Etc, Part 1/2
[my note: Author says at the end of part two there may be more, but this hasn't been updated since 2011. However the two parts stand on their own and don't require continuance to be enjoyed.]


"John, I know you're awake. I'm coming in," Sherlock says, opening the door slightly and then all the way.

John clears his throat loudly and pulls his hand out from under the covers.

"What's – what's wrong?" he asks.

"I'm going to turn the light on a bit."

"Oh – um – okay," John says, flipping onto his side and drawing one knee up to tent the covers discreetly over his lap.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  John/Sherlock  PWP  hot_like_burning  wc:10_000-15_000  [NC-17]  a:abundantlyqueer 
april 2013 by adelate

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