#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

[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.

[crybaby-bkg]

Arranged marriage AU with Barbarian Bakugou who is so daunting to be around at first. He’s all gruff curses and broad shoulders and scarred cheeks and neck and jaw. He scowls constantly, stares at you while your parents auction you off like some show pig, but doesn’t say much to you besides a grunt of his name. You’re terrified, thinking that he’ll be cruel to you, that you’re being set up for a life full of unhappiness and terror and regret.

But he’s the exact opposite. Bakugou is gentle in ways a man of his size typically wouldn’t be, but he shrinks himself for you. Not in a way that diminishes his status as the newly appointed king, but to respect you, show you that you’re beside him instead of behind him.

He picks you berries on his hunts because he knows the smell of a fresh kill brings nausea to your stomach. You find him along with the other maidens and helpers around his village, sitting beside them, big fingers holding tiny little flowers that he weaves into a crown for you. When he sets it on your head, he purses his lips, mutters something under his breath in his language that you’re still not too familiar with, but sure it means something along the lines of pretty and soft.

And when he finds you bathing in the river only few have access to, he’s sweet the whole time. Doesn’t make a spectacle of you being naked, and is relieved when you don’t instantly cower when he wades his way over to you. You try not to stare at the clawed scars that decorate his pec and jaw when he stands above you, and it helps when he suddenly dumps water all over your head. He shushes you when you splutter, continues on with cupping his hands and letting the water run off of your hair and down your shoulders, scrubbing at your skin until your flesh squeaks. He doesn’t expect you to do the same for him, but he hums in satisfaction when you push him down a little lower so you can wash the crown of his head.

[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:

[fiveredlights]

Hello friend, I literally came over to ask about Old Habits and I saw your latest post! :)

Please could we have more of a peek into the chapter and/or a rough estimate of when?

two snippets for you! in regards to an estimate i have finally learnt my lesson in giving exact dates because life will somehow find a way and royally screw me up. stressing this next part very gently that i am trying to get it out before the end of the month, but life has been very *waves hand around* and i am trying not to burn myself out! i know a lot of you have been waiting a while for this final chapter (so have i lol) but i promise i am trying my absolute best to write as much as i physically can.

but usually i will give a three day warning when the next chapter comes out. and i usually reply to comments on ao3 like hours before i post so that's an accidental telltale lol

(also whilst we're here even more bad news sorry. sequel of glitter on the floor has been pushed back because i don't want to upload a new fic whilst this is incomplete. and because i was a little bit (very) stupid for thinking i could write in recovery. i really really wanted to get it out for the 1 yr anniversary but the stars haven't aligned)

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

I was thinking to myself recently how wild it would be if this fandom was big enough to do a kinktober. Alas...

[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)

[eirenses]

I LOVE THE MARAUDERS ERA AO MUCH

[daddy-long-legssss]

i took a sick day and took myself out to breakfast and baby waved me. life feels good again.

[gaslybottoms]

some post singapore nortrell that fell out of me after listening to landos happy noises over the radio

max loves singapore. he loves the way it feels a little like coming home every time he travels with lando for the race. they call it a boys trip every time, even though its not, even though its because landos racing. but they always carve out a little time for each other between the sessions, and on the wednesday before landos duties really start, they have a date night.

so singapore holds as many memories for him as an adult as it did when he was growing up.

he watches the race from the back of the garage, biting his nails as lando is chased down by the two mercedes. but carlos - sweet, wonderful carlos who had made landos first anxiety riddled seasons that much better when max couldnt travel with them - gives lando the tow he needs to keep them both out of danger.

lando crosses the line p2, and max cannot help the grin that stretches across his face when he hears landos delighted giggle through his headset.

most of his team are gone, already down under the podium, but max hangs back and waits. he isnt sure hed be able to hold himself back, and this is landos moment. they can have their own later.

after the podium, max spies lando rapidly approaching him in the pitlane as the team gathers for the photo. he opens his arms without thinking, and lando jogs into him, screeching with laughter as max picks him up around his waist and spins him, before placing him gently back on his feet. lando stumbles a little, his energy fleeting, but max holds him steady, one arm around his waist as lando tucks his head agains maxs neck. his curls are wet, sticky with champagne and sweat, but max presses his face against them anyway, kissing the top of landos head as he steers him towards his team.

"proud of you buddy," he says, and when he looks at lando he sees tears glistening in his eyes even as hes smiling.

because max loves singapore, and he loves lando, and theyre now forever etched together in history, landos name written amongst all the greats that came before him. its not quite p1, but maybe -

"next year," lando says, clasping maxs face between his hands and kissing him soundly, uncaring of all the media surrounding them. "next year ill win it for us."