#rated m

[mhathotfic]

I feel like being friends with Bakugou and stealing/wearing his clothes is a quick way to no longer be friends because his possessive ass will immediately jump from ‘they look good in my clothes’ to ‘mine’ and that’s how you end up in his bed in only his sweatshirt and legs draped over his shoulders

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #possessiveness #rated m

[ladynoirfanao3]

Finally getting this on tumblr! Commissioned art by @_mazelwi_ on instagram from a scene in my first completed fic “The Power of Creation.”

Rated M, see the summary below. Also feel free to check out “Power of Destruction” which is from Adrien’s POV instead of Marinette’s

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Everyone knows that Ladybug's cure fixes everything after the destruction wrought by Shadow Moth's akumatized villains. After an akuma with an unfortunate power leaves Ladybug and Adrien in an awkward position, Marinette has never been happier to simply forget. However, she soon discovers that her miraculous ladybugs have a limitation on their curing ability: a limitation that puts her in a situation she never expected to be in.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #rated m #pregnancy #_mazelwi_ #ladynoir_fan #aged up characters #ladybug #adrienette #adrinette #art is Adrienette but fic starts with #ladrien #ml fanfic

[mppmaraudergirl]

Prologue

James had never lived in a world not torn apart by war. His mother once told him his first cry was like that of a battle cry, that he’d somehow grown used to the sounds while in her womb and come into the world ready to join in the fight. He’d believed her as a child, in the way all young boys were quick to believe, but aging brought him skepticism. Aging brought him many things.

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#jily fic #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #jple #jily #to bring down a kingdom #rated m #t+i but make it jily #forbidden lovers #betrayal #lets go

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52815520

‘what’s that sound? (there’s a funny man at my door)’ by jewishrat420 - I don’t usually read text fics, but this one had me laughing hysterically from start to finish, it’s so funny

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by jewishrat420

@jewishrat420

Rating: Mature

4,854 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Texting, text fic, chat fic, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Roommates, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Jewish Eddie Munson, Autistic Eddie Munson, Jewish Jonathan Byers, jewish argyle, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Awkward Eddie Munson, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, genderfluid jonathan byers, they/he argyle, References to Sex, background ronance, background jargyle, Coming Out

Summary:

steve: You sure they didn’t forget to diagnose you with anything? eddie: god ur a bitch i wanna fuck u so bad steve: What. nancy: What. robin: What. jonathan: What. argyle: nice

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#steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #modern au #roommates #fluff and crack #rated m #chat fic

[rockingrobin69]

Reaching

“Warm, isn’t it,” Malfoy tugged at his collar with half a glance in Harry’s direction. Unnecessary; Harry’s eyes were already glued to him, the impossibly long column of his neck. Pale and glistening like an ice sculpture. Unreachable. “Is something the matter?”

“Hmm?”

Malfoy didn’t dignify that with a response. Leaned closer, one eyebrow hiking—and the haze in Harry’s mind was entirely due to alcohol, thank you very much, and the heat pooling in his belly to do with the club’s oppressive air. Not the tilt of Malfoy’s lips, parted and lovely pink, or his obscenely tight excuse for trousers Harry’s hands kept twitching towards. Definitely wasn’t the little huff of air he let out: ah, just like that, like a promise or a threat.

“Boring,” he said. Took a moment for Harry’s brain to catch up.

“What?”

“Don’t be boring. Dance with me.” Hands coming to rest on Harry’s thighs—when did Malfoy get up? Was he always standing so close? Did he always smell like smoke and sweat and something tangy and sharp—

And the movement, undulating hips against Harry’s legs, head thrown back, throat bared for Harry to—dancing, maybe, grinding to the beat of the music Harry could only barely hear. Couldn’t, think, couldn’t, breathe—his hands firm around Malfoy’s waist, instinctively holding down, crushing closer. Closer, Malfoy hard against him, then this laughter cascading down his entire body.

“Oh,” Malfoy huffed, mad and so close Harry’s mind was melting. “Oh, fuck, you’re—” panting in Harry’s face, eyes blown wide.

“Yeah?” only to hear his voice like that again. Ragged raw.

“You’re everywhere,” the way he blinked, and blinked, tongue darting to wet his lips. Half-unravelled, from this, from nothing. Harry felt lightheaded, drunk on the revelation, fingers still tightening, bruising into his hipbone.

Swallowed a silly spike of fear. With a growl, pulling Malfoy’s head down so their noses were level. Mindlessly brushing a thumb down his bottom lip, delighted to find it cool to the touch. Malfoy’s tongue came out again, a hint of a lick, with that look in his eyes. Harry’s mind snapped.

Kissing him became the only objective. Those little ah, ahs Harry swallowed greedily, forgetting they were in public, forgetting, fuck, Ron and Nev at the bar, forgetting to breathe when Malfoy basically climbed in his lap, pushing his head so far back it ached. Everything did, a little: sparkled, and ached, and burned.

“Come back to my place,” Harry managed to say, commanding and begging into Malfoy’s mouth. “Come home with me.”

Malfoy laughed, a low sound. “Ah,” half-intentional this time. “Not so boring after all.”

Something absurd rushed through him, warm and pinching like affection. “No,” Harry agreed, and traced the sharp line of Malfoy’s jaw. “Not so boring.”

He melted in his arms—kept melting all night long. Harry deliriously lapped him up, and those ah, ahs, and the column of his neck, blooming red and purple under Harry’s careful tongue, reachable and all his.  

(Flufftober day 12. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #rated M #public - indecency? #mentions of alcohol #more... scorching than soft #but still in a gentle fond way #500 words #flufftober2023 #prompt: fire and ice #rockingrobin69

[rattycattyfanfic]

red flags and long nights

Pairing: Amanda Young/Lynn Denlon Rated: M Words: 15,690

Lynn stares down at the littering of cigarette butts, at least three or four cartons worth at this point, and sighs. “This is pretty sad, you know that?” she says, exasperated, world-weary.

Amanda had expected her to be scared, and she doesn’t know what to do with this calm tiredness. Everyone is always scared of her, and she loves it that way. Lynn stares back up at her, though, unwavering, and she feels strange under her gaze. “Fuck off,” she bites out.

or, the one where Amanda is a vampire and Lynn is her unhealthy human fixation.

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tws for murder of unnamed side characters, vampire-typical blood & gore, violence, stalking/voyeurism, wine mom alcoholism, talk of grief/trauma/depression, blood-drinking, biting, bloody vampire fucking.

#lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #amanda young #lynn denlon #saw #vampire!lynnmanda is heeeeere pls bs nice #rated m #oneshot #romance #smut #horror #2024 #vampires

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Distraction

Author: @kurtsascot

Rating: M

Status: Completed in December 2023

Word Count: 6,910

Summary: Blaine Anderson is doubling as Saturday Night Live’s host and musical guest to promote his first album in 10 years.

He’s also secretly fucking his manager.

Tropes/Genre: musician!Blaine, Saturday Night Live, secret relationship, age!gap, older Kurt, one shot

Lynne's review: Ohhh, really good. Sneaky boys. Very much in love.

Read at: AO3

#kurtsascot #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #Rated M #complete #Word Count: Under 10K #one shot #musician!Blaine #Saturday Night Live #secret relationship #age!gap #older Kurt #Distraction #March 2024

[dnffics-archive]

revelations in distance and proximity

by indigoh

Rated M, 10.4k words

Tags: Bodyswap, Angst, Comfort, Feelings Realization

Summary:

“You scare me, George.” George inhales, surprised, as if he hadn't expected Dream to speak. “I scare you?” George asks him. “Yeah,” Dream answers, breathless. George looks at him as he waits, giving Dream time to elaborate. “Sometimes, when you talk to me,” Dream sighs, “I feel like I can��t breathe.” Or, 2020 Dream and 2023 Dream unknowingly swap bodies for a day to heal past wounds. 2020 Dream has an opportunity to confront feelings he’s pushed down and repressed while 2020 George gets some of the reassurance he needs.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #10k 25k words #rated m #mod.recs #bodyswap #angst #comfort #feelings realization #indigoh

[phoebe-delia]

A Nice, Relaxing Night

I missed @l0vegl0wsinthedark's birthday recently, and while I hardly need an excuse to write them something, I'm certainly glad to do so; meanwhile, it is a gift for me to reflect on the fact that I'm not just writing a fic for an author I admire endlessly, I'm also giving a friend a birthday gift. L0ve, you've made my world brighter before you knew who I was. Thanks for spending another trip around the sun in this fandom. Here's just a little token of my appreciation, gratitude, and love.

Rated M.

"I don't see why we have to go," Harry said from their bedroom where—at least, Draco hoped—he was getting dressed. "Wouldn't you rather stay here and have a nice, relaxing night in?"

Draco huffed, rolling his eyes in the bathroom mirror. "We sent in the RSVP a month ago, Potter. We have to go. This is the last gala of the fundraising season. You'll be free soon enough." Draco held up two ties to his shirt, pursing his lips in indecision.

"Maybe the Ministry could give the money they spend on these galas to the organizations themselves," Harry argued. "Then, we can stay home, and money goes to the right places. Win-win."

Draco laughed. "I'm afraid these non-profits need more help than the Ministry's annual gala budget can provide. Besides, it's the best way to get donations from the stuffy old Pureblood crowd. They like to be wooed. Now, are you almost ready?"

"Almost."

"Potter," Draco huffed, knotting his tie. "The whole point in me laying out your outfit earlier was so you wouldn't have to spend all this time picking it out." He finished the knot, checked it in the mirror, and strode into the bedroom. "What's taking so lo-ong," he stammered, jaw dropping slightly.

Harry sat on the bed, leaning back with his arms propping himself up. His white button-down shirt was half undone, revealing his toned chest but obscuring the abs and stomach Draco knew was underneath. His trousers were just barely acceptable for polite company but showed a defined bulge that had Draco's mouth watering.

Harry looked downright edible. And from the look on his face, he knew it, too.

"Fuck me," Draco whispered.

Harry laughed. "Sorry? Didn't catch that. You'll have to come closer," he grinned, crooking a finger in a come-hither motion.

Draco felt himself moving—nearly floating—toward the bed and climbed into Harry's lap, resting his hands on sturdy shoulders. One look into glittering, knowing green eyes sealed his fate. "Perhaps we've attended our final gala for the year," Draco breathed.

Harry smirked up at him, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "But what about the party? We did RSVP after all."

Draco pouted. "But wouldn't you rather have a nice," he punctuated his words by grinding his hips in Harry's lap, causing the other man to toss his head back and shut his eyes, "relaxing night in?"

Draco watched in satisfaction and felt Harry twitch beneath him as he bit back a groan. "You make a good point," Harry said, his voice strained. He opened his eyes and smiled wickedly, making Draco shiver. "But whatever will those stuffy old Purebloods do without us there to woo them?"

"I'll show you wooing," Draco growled. He pushed Harry back onto the bed, pinned his fists to the mattress, and kissed him.

#happy belated birthday l0ve! #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #rated m #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #harry and draco #draco and harry #hpdm #draco x harry #drarry fanfiction

[nightie-after-midnight]

also you knooooow feanor texted :Þ :Þ :Þ to nerdanel when telling her how he's gonna eat her pussy

#feanor #nerdanel #rated m #can you believe they invented love

[sodafizzyart]

I am so grateful to be alive right now, in the year 2024 to be reading Promise by BronzeQuill on AO3.

#its multichapter #rated M #with good action sequences and great characterizations of my favs #I am a massive fan lmao #snk #hanji zoe #levi ackerman #levihan #hange zoe #aot #aot fanart #snk fanart #levihan fanart

[jilyarchive]

hi i am looking for a modern non magic au jily fic that was based off of dash and lily where james and lily communicated through the notebook when they were kids and then james moved away but they reunited when they were out at a club and there was something about them both being in twelfth night

One of my faves!

Title: ‘Tis the Fucking Season

Author: thequibblah

Rating: M

Genre(s): Muggle AU, Fluff, Angst

Chapters: 7

Word Count: 31,297

Summary: Six-year absences. Yearly photograph burnings (figuratively). Low-cut tops. Two nosebleeds. Little red notebooks. The Past, with a capital P. The desire to pour your heart out to strangers (maybe pathologically). The desire to do unspeakably bad things to one James Potter. These are the ingredients that make up Lily Evans’s holiday season. Shelby the cabbie is in for a fucking ride.

#complete #christmas holidays #rated m #muggle au #fluff #meet cute #angst #multichap #multichapter #au #humour #length: 25k #pillarofthevalley #fic search

[mppmaraudergirl]

“If we do this…” “For all of time, they will say it was our love that brought down a kingdom.” A story about forbidden lovers, the battle between duty and love, and the cost of betrayal. Inspired by the film Tristan and Isolde.

Part I: A Dangerous Game

Ten Years Later

The clack of wooden training swords hitting each other reverberated around the square, the kind of noise that had tangible waves, that one felt rattle in their bones. Or perhaps that was simply James’ projection as he marched on. He had spent more than his fair share of time at the practice grounds. It was an odd place to find comfort, but he did.

Read on AO3 || Start from the Prologue

#jily fic #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans potter #to bring down a kingdom #rated m #jily #jple #t+i but make it jily #forbidden love #betrayal #you know the drill

[steddieunderdogfics]

The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight by GhostEnthusiast

The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight by GhostEnthusiast

Rating: Mature

5,463 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Scare Actor Eddie Munson, (love that that's an existing tag lmao), Paramedic Steve Harrington, Halloween, Fluff, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Kissing

Summary:

“You punched me?” “I know, I know, I’m so fucking sorry, you just scared me and-” “I scared you?” He splutters and the guy goes bright red, somehow cringing even further into himself, “I’m a fucking scare actor!” or Eddie is a scare actor in a Halloween Haunted Maze at a theme park. Steve has terrible fight or flight reflexes. They make out about it.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #no upside down #halloween #rated m #fluff #buckingham #paramedic steve

[mellz117]

#Elden Ring #Malenia #malenia blade of miquella #fromsoftware #fromsoft #screenshot #2024 #mellz post #rated m

[rockingrobin69]

Held Dear

Draco kept taking the wrong turns: the place was a maze, and he was only half-looking, skidding past corners on his socks and trying to swallow the smile, to temper this riot in his chest. Went for a cup of tea, got lost, found himself—nowhere, over-warm and nearly skipping. His hand couldn’t stop running down his neck, under the hem of his jumper, tracing the marks Potter’s mouth left that he could still feel. The slight irritation from his stubble—luckily there was a mirror in the corridor, and Draco stopped in front of it on a gasp.

His hair was a mess (Potter’s hands ruffling through it, his reverent fingers ever-gentle, ever-sweet); his cheeks were flushed (Potter’s kisses), and his lips red and bitten (him or Potter, who’s to say). Not visible: his heart going thump-thump-thump, and this thing buzzing on his lips, coming from deep inside, something awful like affection or delight. Something—bright.

“Draco?” he heard from a distance. “Where did you go, silly creature?”

Flushed from head to toe: “I’m just down here.”

He could feel Potter’s laughter more than hear it, ticklish on his pinked skin—then, leaning on a doorframe and destructively handsome, his Potter in all his naked glory, hairy chest and thick thighs and dark bitemarks that made Draco hungry all over again. Insatiable, he was, whenever Potter was around: running through him, thick like warmed honey and just as sweet, desire raw and tight.

“There you are,” Potter said, fond eyebrows and half a smile. “Did you get lost?”

“Of course not,” prancing, heart dancing in his chest. “Don’t you look just lovely.”

Potter gave an appreciative hum, came a step closer. “You’re overdressed. It’s not cold, is it?”

It was, Draco thought, before Potter appeared. Now he couldn’t even remember what cold meant. An opposite, probably, of this, finally close enough to touch, his hand mindlessly caressing Potter’s sides, one thumb catching his chin.

“I’m cold,” Draco said anyway. “Warm me up.”

Potter was only too happy to oblige, clear from his smile (going wider still), from the look in his eyes (a devastating thing, sending shivers down Draco’s spine), from the noise he made, half a growl and half a plea. His arms wrapping around Draco, and his mouth tilting closer for a kiss. His taste (divine), his hair (so soft under Draco’s fingers), his, ah, body, pinned against Draco’s and writhing, moving, endlessly and frantically.

“You’re perfect,” Draco thought he said, out loud maybe, and tried to swallow the words back from his lips. “Potter—”

Sucking little bites onto his neck, hands roaming, searching under his jumper, till his clever fingers found a nipple. “Ah,” as Draco's whole mind melted, “Potter, ah,” as he tweaked it once, twice. Grinning against Draco’s face, the most ridiculous angel to ever exist.

“Come on,” Potter whispered, kissing all the way down his jaw to the shell of his ear. “Let’s go back to my room. I’ve—fuck—Draco, I want you so badly.”

You have me, Draco wanted to say, almost did, heart fluttering madly at the thought. Closed his eyes, leaned his head back, tried to contain all this—impossible, fizzy joy.

“Take me, then,” he managed, only a half-truth and everything he cared for. Potter’s smile was delirious as he picked him up, bodily in his arms: and Draco’s squeal, and his laughter, all muffled in the crook of his neck, holding on tight.

The house was a maze, and they weren’t looking, and it didn’t matter. Around corners and down long corridors, their lightheaded laughter, a sock, then another, left strewn like breadcrumbs, Draco’s jumper and his boxer shorts, beacons for the morning. For now, this—Potter and that little noise he made, the one that tore right through him, Potter and his hands, and his eyes, and his mouth, and his thighs. And his smile, still somehow going wider, wild and sweet and perfect.

When Potter said, “Come,” Draco nearly burst. Kissing him and kissing him, hungrily, frantically, mewling little yes, yeses in a throaty voice. In a too-big house and still without his tea, this bright thing inside him, loud and frantic like happiness.

(Flufftober day 6. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #flufftober2023 #rated M #soft soft soft soft #gentle gentle #they're just so happily entranced with each other #what can i say. it's fluff #700 words #rockingrobin69 #prompt: corn maze