#breaking bed fic

[plistommy]

Steve acts like a pouty brat and a total bitch when he’s sexually frustrated.

Enter Eddie, love sick and clearly pining for Steve ever since they started being ’kind of’ friends after the whole ordeal with Vecna. He doesn’t think he has a chance with him, because, well, Steve Harrington is ’straight.’

But Eddie is in for a surprise when Steve comes to him one day, eyes big and body buzzing with something as he leans close to him…

”Have you ever fucked a guy before?”

The question made Eddie choke.

He thought it was a joke, it had to be, but the way Steve’s eyes got all heavy with a glimpse of desire and pink lips wet by his tongue, Eddie knew this was very much real.

Steve was really asking him about fucking guys and that was definitely not something he would’ve ever expected, which made him nervous, but with unusual confidence, Eddie slowly leaned closer.

”Why?” He dropped his voice ”You curious, darling?”

It was supposed to come as a small comeback, making Steve get a little taste of his own medicine as he caught Eddie off guard just now, but Steve just bit his bottom lip while eyeing Eddie’s lips instead.

And then, he smirked.

”I might be… but only if you’re up for it, Eddie.”

The breathless sound of his name on Steve’s tongue made Eddie’s whole body feel hot as he dropped his hand to the younger boy's hip.

He didn’t know where he got the strength to ask, ”And why me?”

”You’re… handsome. Pretty too. You have really nice hands, I like the rings. And - not to sound creepy, dude, but a huge fucking dick too.”

”Dude?”

”Yes, dude.” Steve whined as he rolled his eyes and all Eddie could think about was how much of a brat he was. Especially with that pout on his lips.

He loved it.

”So, will you fuck me?”

Eddie grinned, ”Ask nicely.”

”Fuck me!” Steve demanded with a frustrated groan and all Eddie could do was laugh while pulling Steve in, finally grabbing that beautiful ass as he leaned in to capture those hungry lips.

”What a bitch.”

[professorthaddeus]

nobody talk to me i'm still crying about ayden being a manifestation of the last shred of hope within the dawnfather

[lotus-pear]

guys stop asking me for bsd fic recs, i will tell u to go read the light novels

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

More random joke dialogue with no fic home to go into yet

[muchmossymess]

Merlin: Off again? Another week in the wilderness? Eating weird animals, being eaten by weird animals. No hot water and no hot baths. This will be the last time either of us get to sleep in a proper bed.

Arthur: Merlin, I'm prepared to face all manners of horrors in this world, but if you think I'm sharing this bed with you-

Merlin, laughing: What? No! That's not what I meant.

Arthur: Right. Good. Comfort to know.

[azumasoroshi]

top ten worst feelings when you accidentally irreversibly delete the ao3 comment you were writing and you have to rewrite all your screams and writhing of agony with like 50% less enthusiasm. like the AUTHOR gonna know the difference but i will and i feel BAD

[justaz]

me: i hate cliches. theyre so predictable and overdone. i just want something new-

every fic ever: character A confidently/impulsively kisses character B who freezes under their touch causing character A to panic and begin to pull back just as character B remembers themself and kisses back with a passion

me, born to ascend, forced to act casual by societal norms:

[sigmas-lover]

other people's selfships be like: Changing the trajectory of each other's lives forever and ever in a profound sense, leaving onlookers a feeling of melancholy, drifting into the wind, only a witnesses to the complexity of their love. also absolute cinema.

my selfship:

reference below cut

[rabbitfics]

Till The Bed Breaks

Did you know birds keep fucking if they fall?

Aka aftercare from something else turns into more sex, because why not.

[Techza, bottomblade, animal instincts, soft sex, rough sex, birds are weird, mating instincts, feeding, aftercare, aftercare turns into sex, choking, dubious consent, anal, fingering, wing stuff, breaking furniture]

    The door opened with a creak, and Techno didn't even bother to pretend his ear hadn't twitched towards the sound. He knew who it was already.

    “Hiya mate,” The man said, the feathers of his large, pitch-dark wings brushing the floor as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. Soon he was at the edge of the bed, a soft hand running along Techno’s side where he lay and crouching to set down the tray he carried. Techno jolted almost imperceptibly as it clicked against the stone floor, being soothed quickly with hushed words and gentle touches.

    Phil reached up to free his hands from the rope tying them to the bed above his head, smoothing his hands down Techno’s arms as he turned the younger man over to lie on his back; Followed by gently sitting him up.

    “Open, Love, you need some water.” The avian instructed gently, picking up the cup of water and moving it to Techno's lips. He opened them willingly, swallowing down the slow trickle of water as the cup was tilted.

    “Good boy, very good…” The crow breathes fondly before pulling the cup away when it was half empty. He set it down, standing with the small plate of gapple slices in his hand instead. He gently moved Techno’s legs to make room for him to sit on the edge of the bed and set the fruit beside him.

    He gently maneuvered Techno into his lap, the other man limp and pliant in his hands despite how his stiff arms protested. It had been a few hours in that position, naked and alone on a bed in a near-empty room. Now there was a slice of fruit being pressed to his lips, and Techno took it without protest, chewing slowly and swallowing.

    He relaxed in Phil’s hold, letting his eyes slide shut as another slice was placed in his mouth. Slowly, gently, he was fed the shining apple, the food alleviating his fatigue as well as the soreness pervading his body. Once the meal was devoured, Techno slumped forward, leaning heavily on the avian’s chest and burying his face in the crook of the other's neck.

    “Good boy, you did so good.” The older man cooed, running his fingers through long pink hair, “Such a good boy…”

    Techno whined, turning his face as if to hide it against Phil’s neck, and tried to ignore the hardening cock he could feel against ass.

    “Always so good for me, pretty boy.” Phil said softly into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. The hand not combing through his hair moved to Techno’s hip, pressing him down lightly to grind against him. He repeated the motion a few times before pushing the tired man back lightly and bringing the hand up from the other's waist, fingers pressed lightly to his mouth.

    “Open please.” He said sweetly, softly, making a pleased noise when Techno complied without question, tongue running sluggishly over his fingers in an attempt to make the next part easier.

    Once he deemed the digits sufficiently lubricated, Phil dropped the hand again, this time moving them further downward. He stretched Techno slowly, taking his time in the name of being thorough; Scissoring two and then three fingers gently and brushing just lightly against his lover’s prostate on every pull out until Techno was trembling, arms thrown around Phil’s shoulders like he needed something to hold onto or he’d shake apart.

    Phil murmured a few more praises, quickly undoing his own robes and pulling his reddened cock free, gently lifting the piglin to line up, pressing the head in and letting his soft smile twitch into something more prideful at the jolt and whimper the action drew. After a moment of consideration, Techno adjusting his grip on Phil’s robes- right between his shoulder blades, the fabric around his wings shifting the slightest bit- and pulled out just to push back in again. Two, three, four times, each pop causing the man in his hold to whimper just slightly higher.

    “So cute, my good boy…” The avian whispered, his grin surely audible, pressing gentle kisses to Techno’s shoulder. “Such pretty sounds…”

    Techno could feel tears spring to his eyes, trying to focus on the visible shift of Phil’s feathers. They puffed a bit every time he tensed, whined, whimpered, or shivered.

    Then Phil pressed in, not waiting for a second, to the hilt, and hit that spot in him dead-on. He couldn't take it- Techno moaned, hand shooting out and unintentionally brushing his claws through soft black feathers. The reaction was instant: Phil’s back arched, wings stretching out and beating twice, before they settled back into a relaxed position in a noticeably fluffier state.

    The movement ground his cock deeper, punching a high, startled noise from his partner that tapered off into a moan as they both breathed deeply for a moment. Techno was still shivering, his grip tightening on loose fabric as he felt the other man’s length throb against that bundle of nerves.

     Then, suddenly, he was on his back, black wings above unfolded to fill the room with night, and he finally saw the dark, hungry look in Phil’s eyes; Though only briefly, as he didn't leave a second to waste, pulling Techno’s legs apart with more force than necessary and starting a rough pace.

    “AH- Phil, Phil, Phil-!” The Piglin keened, breath knocked out of his lungs with every thrust, and whined when sharp nails dug into his thighs. His eyes crossed as the avian towered over him, one of his hands curling into a fist on the mattress next to Techno’s head to support him as he bucked his hips harder, shaking the bed with the force.

    “F-Fuck, too hard!” The warrior whined in small punched-out noises, clawing at the older man’s back as sparks of painful pleasure shot through him. He could hardly hear the bed start creaking over their own obscene noises. 

    Techno was struggling to contain sharp whines, pleas and shouts of his companion’s name, his breath coming in quick, audible gasps for air as it was continuously fucked out of him. Phil was growling and groaning, hissing little praises and short, obscene sentences; His eyes were distant but sharp, like a wolf that's caught it's long-hunted prey, the adrenaline of the chase burning through its veins.

    Without warning, he leaned forward, eyes closed and hand shifting to Techno’s throat, pressing him down into the mattress and cutting off his air. Techno choked, shaking and twitching, quickly starting to see spots in his vision, and the angel above him moaned as the soft heat around his cock tightened.

    Phil thrust harder, wings quivering and  as he chased his release, wings quivering before he finally shouted, finishing hard and deep. Techno tensed beneath him, nearly cross-eyed at the feeling of warm cum leaking out around the other’s length as he fucked through his climax, and almost lost consciousness as his own dick covered his stomach in milky fluid.

    Then, a splintering sound, and the pair were tumbling slightly as the bedframe collapsed. The posts at two of the corners twisted, the mattress hitting the floor with two consecutive thuds.

    As the shock and post-orgasm haze faded, Techno looked around them, seeming only annoyingly inconvenienced, before he was being pulled back into a passionate kiss.

    “I'll replace it.” Phil said dismissively, already moving his hips again. Techno sighed, but let himself be pushed back down. This was going to be a long night.

[spotaus]

Me frfr ^

I've been reading a fic today as a treat for finally being on vacation, and when I say I've just been entranced I mean it. (Also. The fic in question is @ancientschampionau 's well, Ancients & Champions fic lol! It's captivated me >:])

[diazheartsbuckley]

WIP Wednesday ✨

So y’all know that I’m indecisive as hell and throw out fic ideas left and right and I truly wanna do them all. But I came up with a a little something the other day and I’ve chosen to call it the insomnia fic.

It centers around the well incident, Eddie almost dying (which we should be used to at this point) and he develops a fear of the dark, mixed with a hint of claustrophobia. It leaves him unable to sleep and Buck is ofc concerned about him. Eventually Eddie admits to being afraid to going to sleep in the dark, scared that he won’t come out of it and Buck helps him work through it.

(Story and tags under cut)

It’s dark.

It’s dark and filling his lungs with air seems like an impossible task.

The mud is slowly starting to weigh his body down, threatening to pull him under with every sudden movement that he makes.

Think.

“You need to think” he tells himself, the sound of his voice disappearing into the abyss around him.

Stay alive.

You have to stay alive, stay focused.

Moments of happiness start to fade into each other, most of them moments that he has shared with Buck and Christopher in the recent years.

Usually he wouldn’t be so afraid of dark but he’s all alone down here with no way out.

God, I’ve been deployed in war zones. This shouldn’t be so hard.

He’s talking to himself. Maybe to stay calm. Maybe to stay alive. Maybe because he isn’t ready to give up yet.

The more he tries to control his breathing, the more numb his body seems to become. He can’t feel his hands anymore, cold and tired from trying to claw their way through the weight of the mud.

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[henry-or-something]

gideon coal and cole cassidy are the same person

yeehan is coalecroux

uhhh that's it

[thatgirlonstage]

sometimes a show throws a scenario at you that you could see coming a hundred miles off but that in no way is gonna prevent you from going absolutely feral over it. Anyway I binged all of Link Click in like three days and I'm going to start chewing furniture about the end of S2

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Mia and Ethan were together longer than her working for the Connection's (if the guidebook is to be believed) and I really think that the Connection's made it explicitly clear to Mia that if Ethan realised anything more than her job being a little bit off then Ethan is dead never mind her actually telling him anything.

And i will bet that a lot of post Baker Incident relationship Mia is still operating under that espcially after them being moved for unknown reasons (beach picture i doubt it was a holiday) to europe for the events of Village. Despite the evidence to the contrary of course like Ethan turning up at the Bakers, most of Village (both Mia and Chris are guilty of that)

[star-lights-up]

i have now stayed up until midnight doing fandom related things on a day when i have to get up in the morning.

once again.

[eirenses]

I LOVE THE MARAUDERS ERA AO MUCH