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Whisked Away 1

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

Please comment and reblog if it's not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

The tea shop hasn’t called back. Or the grocery store. Not even the cafe around the corner.

You’re tired. You’ve been sending out resumes for months. Reviewing and editing and sending again. You don’t get it. You have the proper credential and you have a decent amount of experience. It’s just been a while.

You want to assume that people just aren’t hiring but that wouldn’t explain the postings and re-postings. They are still looking but somehow you’re just not good enough on paper. Disappointment knots in your throat as your inbox reveals no new emails. You need something. Even a job at the burger joint will do.

You grab your phone and sigh. You stand and shut the laptop lid as you tuck your cell into your back pocket. You go down the short hall and knock on the bedroom door.

“Delaney? You up?” You call through.

You get a groan in return. Sometimes that’s all you get.

“Alright, I’m gonna open the door,” you warn as you twist the knob slowly.

You push inside and reach to flip on the light switch. Your sister grumbles against and covers her face with her arm. The windows are covered with dark curtains that give a blue hue even when the space is lit. She hids behind her forearm as you near the bottom of her bed.

“Are you hungry?” You ask.

“I’d love some coffee,” the croaks.

“How ya feeling?” You grab her walker and move it parallel with the side of the bed.

“It’s a rough one,” she warns and drags her arm away from her face. “I don’t wanna get up.”

You nod and trail your fingers along the top of the walker, “if you don’t wanna...”

“No, I should,” she insists.

She braces herself visibly, closing her eyes as her cheeks strain and she sits up with a grunt. He arms shake and she kicks the blankets of her legs. Her movement is awkward and stiff. You hate seeing her struggle like this. You know she’s just as unhappy about you seeing it. That’s why she’s so stubborn.

“Should be enough left for another cup but I can make a new pot?” You offer as you hold the walker steady and she grips it, pulling herself to her feet. She hunches slightly and tries to stretch out her legs.

“My feet are numb,” she stomps one foot then the other. “Annoying.” She scowls and shakes her head as you let go of the walker and step back. She turns it sharply and lumbers forward with the aid of the wheels, “I can have the leftovers.”

Patiently, you follow her to the door and into the hall. She wheels her way to the table and angles herself into the chair with her special cushion on it. She’s out of breath.

You go into the kitchen to give her some time to recover. You try your best to give her space, even in the one-bedroom. You sleep on the couch while she gets the bedroom. It makes sense, especially since lately her stipend has been covering most of your expenses.

You fill a mug for her and grab her pill box. You bring both to her and set them on the table. She takes the coffee first and swigs. She sighs as she sets it down heavily then snatches the box. She pops open the lid for that day of the week and scoops out the tablets. She sneers before she gulps them down with another mouthful of coffee.

“So, you were up early?” She prompts.

“You know I’m a morning bird.”

“Eh, yeah, wish I had that problem,” she mutters. Some days, she sleeps more than she’s awake. You tell her it’s part of her diagnosis but she won’t accept that. You can understand that but you know you can’t really understand. You’re not her.

“Yeah, well, the birds wake me up,” you shrug.

A sudden buzzing ripple in your pocket. You pull your phone out of the loose sweatpants and look at the screen. It’s a number you don’t know. You doubt it’s important but you can’t risk missing any calls.

“Gimme a sec,” you hold up a finger and turn away. “Probably the building or something.” You tap the screen and put the phone to your ear, “hello?”

“Hello,” a deep voice rumbles over a calamity of noises, some metallic, others humming, “oh, apologies, give me a moment.” You wait as you hear movement on the other end and the cacophony finally subsides, “ah, much better. Is this...”

You blink and confirm that he has the right number.

“Wonderful, I apologise for the early call but I tend to get started with the sun,” he explains, “anyhow, I was only just reviewing CVs and you are on my list of candidates. When would be a good day for an interview?”

You turn back and glance at Delaney. She sips her coffee as she pulls the laptop close. She opens it and squints at it before she clicks. She scrolls as you watch her.

“Um, well, I could um, any day,” you answer, trying not to seem to desperate.

“Today?” He asks, “it’s a bit ridiculous but I wouldn’t mind getting it over with.”

“S-sure,” you answer, surprised by the suddenness. It's as if the universe had sensed you were about to give up. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I... got your name.”

“Oh, yes, I did dive in head first. Thor Odinson, at Golden Crust bakery. You applied as a decorator?”

“Y-yeah, I remember,” you assure him, “just wanna make sure I get to the right place. Uh, thanks, um, what time should I be there?”

“Is noon doable?” He asks.

“Noon it is,” you say, barely containing your excitement. You try not to let it overflow, you don’t want to get all worked up for another rejection.

“Excellent, I will see you then,” he confirms, “now, excuse me, I think my sourdough has burnt.”

The line clicks and you lower the phone, staring at it. The tapping of Delaney’s fingers on the keyboard are the only noise amidst the the stunned silence. It’s great you got an interview but what do you wear?

“Hm, job hunt not going so well?” Delaney suggests as she leans into the screen.

“Actually, just got a call for one,” you go to the table and put your phone down. “I have an interview.”

“You do?” Her eyes flash as she looks up, a rare glimmer of happiness. “That’s awesome!”

“Uh, yeah, but it’s at noon so... I’ll have to leave for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me,” she scoffs, “perfect time to party.”

You roll your eyes, “you’re silly.”

“Well, you know, if you get the job, I’ll have to figure out how to entertain myself,” she says, “and I’ll get to binge all the TV shows you hate.”

“You’re such an optimist,” you chide playfully.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 month

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Helllooooo!!! I hope you're having a good day!! 💕💜✨

Can I submit a prompt where Lloyd calls in his normally mousey assistant on one of her off days and is blown back by her casual attire? Maybe she's on her way out of hang with the girls and she's got her hottie/freekum dress/attire on.

Bonus if she is as completely I bothered as she normally is and even teases him a bit for his audacity 😈😈

I appreciate you're brain and the time you spend sharing it with us!! ☺️💕💜

Hi nonny!! So sorry this took so long, but here it is! And just as a warning, this one is a doozy and I will not be earning bonus points based on your ask.

Is getting negative points a thing?? (Because this thing went off the rails...)

Title: Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

Warnings: horrible boss Lloyd, pet name (Mouse), power imbalance, multiple threats of violence, non-con, forced oral sex (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, forced hand job (m receiving), dub-con p-in-v intercourse, vaginal creampie, forced oral sex (m receiving), oral creampie, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: I apologize to nonny who asked for something (I think) completely different. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

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Cover Art by me

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You’re at home getting ready to go out with the girls. It has been ages since you had a free night to let your hair down. But tonight was the night.

You made sure to ditch the wool sweaters, drab colors, and sensible shoes that you usually wear to work. Instead, you opt for a form-fitting pinstripe dress that ends just above your knee. Large hoop earrings push through your hair and demand attention. Your feet are covered in strappy heels that are cuter than they are comfortable.

But beauty is pain, no?

Just as you are exiting your apartment and entering your car, your phone buzzes. You pull your phone from your purse and growl at the text message from your boss.

Your boss, your reason for migraine medication, the bane of your existence. Lloyd Hansen. Getting an internship with Hansen Government Service was supposed to be a summer gig to help you pay for odds and ends during your last year at college. But no, you had to go ahead and impress the CEO with your problem-solving and the way you covered your former boss’ ass one too many times.

And now here you are, the personal assistant to this deplorable caricature of a human being. Amazing vision and dental benefits aside, you were the glorified babysitter to a sociopath with an inferiority complex. But you keep your mouth shut and your head down because you know where your bread is buttered.

The text from Lloyd is still sitting in your inbox unread one minute later when your phone starts to ring. You were hoping he would think you were asleep or something, but you remember Lloyd doesn’t observe normal business hours. And he doesn’t give a shit if you have a day off either.

“Yes, Sir,” you answer with Lloyd’s preferred moniker.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” he asks, his annoyed tone unmistakable.

“I apologize for not being available to you, Sir. What can I help you with?” you acknowledge, wanting him to get to his point of bothering you.

“Hmmm. I’m gonna ignore you being rudely polite. For now. Need you to get my dry cleaning, Mouse,” he advises, using that nickname that boils your blood.

“Sir. It’s almost 9 p.m. Are the dry cleaners still open?” you wonder aloud.

“I called them, and they agreed to re-open so that I could get my shirts. Wasn’t that nice of them? You don’t wanna keep that sweet old lady waiting this late at night, do you?” he persuades, a sinister chuckle sending a chill down your spine.

“I will pick up your shirts for you, Sir,” you question.

“Had to pull a late night at the office, but I’m leaving now. Meet me at my place, Mouse,” he replies.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, holding back the urge to scream in his ear and ending the call.

By being at the office, he is within walking distance of the shop where his clothing is being held.

Deep breaths. Don’t let him take your joy.

You pass your office building and veer into the small shopping center. Stepping into the shop, you realize you don’t have a ticket, but you also know that the place is staying open for only one reason.

“You here to pick up Hansen?” The old woman behind the counter smiles at you and you nod stepping over to her, “Very particular, that one. Don’t let him work you too hard, honey.”

“Oh, thank you,” you greet, smiling when she handed over the hangers of shirts covered in plastic material, “May I just apologize for him keeping you open past your hours?”

Before you can apologize, the sweet woman comes around the counter and pats your hand.

“How long are you going to apologize for him? Just go home, honey. And good luck with that one,” she reasons, and she scoots you out of the store before you can tell her that you’re only his assistant, not his long-suffering wife.

You give up trying to explain yourself and turn around to get back in your car. With the shirts hung in the back seat, you speed until you get to Lloyd’s gated community. Pushing in the code to the outer gate, you squirm in your seat as the gate slowly opens.

Driving through streets with pretentious names, you end up at the cul-de-sac where his McMansion sits center-stage among the other Stepford homes. You park next to his vehicle in the spacious driveway, a BMW M8 Competition Convertible in Alpine White. Not a scratch on her sparkling surface.

You stuff down the urge to put a scratch on his car because he will notice it. He notices everything. And with the level of neat freak that he is, he probably would notice a single fingerprint on the car’s hood.

Walking up to the door, you see the Ring camera and press the doorbell. The porch light comes on and the door opens to reveal your boss talking on the phone with one earbud in his ear. He pauses and looks you up and down before letting you walk in around him.

“I’m gonna have to go, something just came up,” he purrs, adjusting himself in the two seconds you were looking away from him. He pulls out his earbud, ending the call and turning his attention to you, “Mouse, glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to dress up for me.”

“I didn’t. Here are your shirts. Can I help you with anything else, Sir?” you explain, holding his dry cleaning out so he can take them.

Once he reaches out, he bypasses the shirts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “Maybe there is one thing you can do for me, Mouse. It is quite a big job though,” he dares, ghosting his thumb over your pulse point.

“Hmmm. Sir, I didn’t come all this way to do whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you warn, putting your hand on his chest to push him away as you feel his increased heart rate.

His eyes are dark, with barely any blue left in the iris. You can almost feel how hungry he is for you.

“Well, I was gonna say I wouldn’t mind a blowjob from those perfect glossy lips. But I think I wanna hear your mouth moan for me while I eat that pretty pussy instead,” he admits, taking the shirts out of your hand before hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Sir! No! Put me down, you fucking psycho. What are you doing?” you demand, pounding your hands on his back and landing a harsh blow directly to his ass.

“Fuck, Mouse! Hands to yourself, or I won’t keep my hands to myself, ok?” he cautions, surprising you with a hard slap to your ass, “And you got that wrong anyway, I’m technically a sociopath, not a psychopath.”

You’re in a state of stunned silence as he walks up the grand staircase in the room and brings you into a bedroom down the hall. You don’t have time to wonder what all of the other rooms are used for as you are dumped on his bed. The silk sheets underneath you are comfortable, but they seem creepy once you think about being thrown down on top of them. Before you can scramble off of the bed, Lloyd grabs you by the hips and traps you under his weight.

“Mouse, mouse, mouse. Why don’t you ever dress like this for me?” he breathes, his clothed erection nestled against your hip, “You wearing this for some asshole? Should call him up and tell him I got to you first.”

“Sir, please. I was just going to hang out with my girls. I promise I won’t say anything about this if you just let me go,” you whimper, your hands going to his chest again trying to push him away.

He grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. His nose takes in your RiRi perfume as it glides along your neck. Kicking your legs open, he nestles himself in between so he can rock his hips into you. Feeling his hardening dick against your panties as your dress rides up, he groans as he feels the heat coming off of you.

“Kinda funny you want me to let you go. But I bet if I dipped a finger into that cute snatch I know you have, I would find a little honey pot full of delicious sweetness waiting for me. Shall I test that out?” he counters. Holding both wrists in one giant hand as he trails a hand down your body until it disappears between you.

You feel his bruising fingers pushing your panties out of the way to find his prize. His touch turns almost delicate as the tips of his fingers find your wet pussy; your body’s betrayal is evident in the puddle forming on your netherlips. The look in his eyes when he finds what he’s looking for is bordering on sheer joy.

“There it is, Mouse. Just like I knew it would be,” he beams, pulling two fingers coated in your essence to his mouth and sucking them clean, “Fuck. I knew it would be delicious. You’re gonna sit on my face and give me all your sweet cream.”

He rolls your body over so that you are straddling him. You debate trying to scramble off of him, but he pinches your thigh and brings you back to the task at hand. You crawl up his body and hover over his face until he locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down over his eager mouth.

Looking down at him, he looks serene with his eyes closed as he goes to work on your sensitive folds. For a while, you feel nothing when he licks up your slit. Circling your nub with his tongue, he moans when your clit twitches. When kitten licks against your clit turn to sucking it into his mouth, you can’t restrain the urge to grab a handful of his hair.

If he wants to hear you moan pretty for him, he’s gonna need to do better than this. You grind your pussy into his tongue and sigh when he sticks his tongue directly into your hole. Fucking into you with his tongue is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You tighten your fingers in his auburn hair, unable to hold back your orgasm for much longer. Visions of all the times he looked at you like you were a piece of meat flash before your eyes. The way all of his other assistants quit the job after short stints. And you just about gift-wrapped yourself for him tonight.

You should have never answered the phone. But it’s kind of hard to think about that now with the way your resolve is slowly slipping away. You feel the metaphorical rubber band being stretched to within an inch of its life. Until pop!

The wave of your climax washes over you like a warm blanket. Your keening whine is music to Lloyd’s ears as he holds you tighter when you try and extricate yourself from his grasp. He laps up everything you have to give him and makes obscene sucking and licking noises. Once he lets up on your pussy, he lets your weak body roll to the side on its own. You don’t notice you are crying until he licks away one tear.

He looks down at you as he wipes his mustache clean of your juices. “Every part of you tastes amazing, Mouse. Even your tears. Fuck, that’s so hot I got you crying for me,” he hums, wiping away your tears with a thumb as he lays next to your limp body.

You’re quiet as you lay in your boss’ bed, him having just defiled your body with his tongue. Not knowing what to think, your brain just replays everything trying to find where you went so wrong. Because not only was that an Earth-shattering orgasm but it was given to you by your boss. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most companies. But Lloyd is the CEO, are the rules different? You don’t have the time to keep thinking when Lloyd chimes in.

“Now, Mouse, I’m sure your brain is going a mile a minute. But let me make one thing clear: I am going to need you to come into work dressed just like this from now on. You wear something tight, something that shows off this body, something that I can pull up or down and fuck you in while we’re in the office,” he chuckles as you look over to him with tears in your eyes at your new fate, “We’ll put that into your contract. What do you think? From Personal Assistant to Fuck Toy. That’s a step up, huh?”

You say nothing, content to shed tears and wish that the Earth would open up and swallow you.

“Don’t be so gloomy. At least you got to come, unlike some of us. You can help me with that, can’t you Mouse?” he pleads, as if he didn’t just change your job title to fit your new duties. He unzips his pants, pulling out his thick length and reaching for your hand to wrap around it, “I won’t need much help. I could’ve blown in my pants like a fucking teenager when you came in my mouth.”

You wish his mouth would just fucking stop. You don’t need the commentary. You unenthusiastically jerk him off until he spills rope after rope of jizz painting your hand and his pants. At least he was right, he didn’t need much help.

“Good fucking job, Mouse,” he gushes, throwing an arm over his brow as he catches his breath, “Can’t wait to take that cunt for a test drive but I can wait until my balls are not so fucking empty. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom.”

You rise and walk into the attached bathroom all without a single thought in your head. You use the toilet, wash your hands, and splash water on your face. You avoid the mirror like the plague.

Coming back to the bedroom, you are greeted by Lloyd lying on his side and crooking a finger at you. You swallow your spit and take a deep breath, moving to join him on the bed.

Once there, you let him manhandle you in every position he wants. You close your eyes, wishing you were somewhere else. Until he has you on your back. He makes you stare into his eyes as he fucks you like the little puppet you are. When he takes you over the edge again, he doesn’t stop his onslaught until you beg him to stop.

But begging only drives him to go harder. Flesh slapping against flesh painfully until he pushes himself deep within you and stills. Every twitch and spurt felt inside of you like a slap to the face. You’re not on birth control and you fear asking if he is snipped but he speaks up before you can ask.

“I pay you enough to afford the morning-after pill, right?” he asks, his dick softening and sliding out of you.

Fucking asshole. The thought of murder crosses your mind more than once, but you know people might come looking for him. And the thought of having to trade in your freedom for a life behind bars makes you rethink killing this nutcase.

So, instead, you just say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Right. Good. Alright, well it’s not too late for you to go out with your friends. Don’t stay out too late, you have work in the morning. Bright and early, Mouse. I expect you to be there tomorrow,” he remarks, acting like he didn’t just use your body for his sick pleasure, “That means you’re good to go home now, Mouse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gets off you, climbing off the bed and adjusting himself, pulling you up and escorting you to the front door. He all but pushes you out of the door into the night, as if you were trash. When you get back inside your car, your phone has tons of messages from your friends wondering where you are.

You send a mass text that you weren’t feeling well, and you needed rest. It wasn’t entirely untrue anyway. You make it back home, shedding your clothes as you walk to your bedroom. You pull back the covers and wrap yourself in warmth, willing the events of the night to just go away. But they don’t go away.

The next morning, you shower and dress like Lloyd wants. The looks of your coworkers cause heat to rise to your face. You don’t usually get this type of attention. Or any attention when you think about it.

When you get to Lloyd’s office, he is sitting behind his desk on a call, and he waves you over. You walk around his desk and see his pants are already unbuttoned and his half-chub is sticking out. You spare yourself the embarrassment of being asked and go right to work on him with your hands. Unsurprised when he puts a hand on the back of your head, you just lower yourself and take him in your mouth.

Little does he know; your head game is strong. And within about three minutes, you have him spasming down your throat. His softening cock is sensitive as you tease him by swirling your tongue around the head. He ends his phone call and holds your face in his hands.

“What’s my soul taste like, Mouse? I’m sure you sucked it right out,” he praises, his dazed eyes focusing on you while he catches his breath.

“If you had a soul, I’m sure it would taste as bitter as your cum,” you snap, uncaring of whether or not he was offended.

“Good point. Watch that pretty mouth, though. My precious feelings might get hurt. And then you might get hurt. So, play nice, Mouse,” he cautions, lightly clapping his hand against your cheek, just hard enough to jerk you out of misbehaving.

“Yes, Sir,” you sass, putting on a fake smile and Lloyd rolls his eyes, shooing you away.

You can do what he says, doesn’t mean you have to make it easy for him in the slightest. And isn’t that the best way to get back at him? Give him everything he wants but with no enthusiasm. Of course, you know this little plan of yours won’t last long. But when you’re faced with a demon like Lloyd Hansen, you’ll take any little victory you can. As few and far between as they may be.

A/N: This got way out of hand. I don’t know what happened. Um, I’m not sorry though. Because I love this and if it ends up being just for me, then so be it.

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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This request came in on my other blog from @mogami-13 and somewhere along the way it ended up deleted from my inbox there. I'm glad I had already copied it into a word doc, so hopefully you see it! It isn't quite the quote you were probably thinking, but I had to make it work for this situation, so I hope you like it still! Prompt: If you are still doing the asks, I just had a brilliant idea. So you know at the end of legally blonde where Elle brings up the rules of hair care? I need that quote with a Steve rescuing Eddie and Dustin from the bat tornado with a lighter and hairspray…

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There was no way they’d win.

Steve realized it the moment he was being choked by vines against the wall of the Creel house.

But they had to at least get out alive so they could all regroup.

When the vines suddenly let them go, Steve had a sinking feeling in his gut that someone had done something stupid.

That someone had lost.

“We have to go!” he yelled to Robin and Nancy, hoping they would follow him quickly.

They didn’t have time. They may have already run out of it.

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Running into the trailer park confirmed some of what Steve was thinking.

The bats were circling something, someone, and he already had a terrible gut feeling that that someone was Eddie.

That Eddie would have never let Dustin be in this position.

That Eddie was going to die.

He could hear him yelling, damn near screaming as the bats continued to dive towards him.

Steve couldn’t quite make out his entire body, but saw him desperately trying to stab at them with his homemade spear.

“Find Dustin,” Steve said to Robin. He turned to Nancy. “Use every bullet you have left on these things.”

“What are you gonna do?” she asked as Robin rushed towards the trailer that had been mostly boarded up.

“The bat is all I’ve got, but it’s better than letting him do this alone.”

They were missing fire.

They needed fire.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled as he got closer, smacking a bat midair when it tried to attack him.

“Steve, go! Just get out!” Eddie yelled back, sounding completely terrified.

“You’re not doing something stupid on my watch!” Steve yelled back.

The fight turned into a blur as he heard a handful of gunshots go off, a few bats falling, but still alive.

Eddie had managed to skewer one on his spear, but while he tried to fling it off, another one started wrapping itself around his middle.

Eddie’s scream echoed through the trailer park, and Steve froze.

That was a scream that happened right before death, right before someone’s last moments.

Steve wasn’t letting that happen.

“I’m out!” Nancy yelled.

“Go find hairspray and a lighter!” Steve yelled as he managed to beat two more bats away from him and Eddie.

He knew Nancy hated taking orders, but he also knew she was smart enough to know they didn’t have time to question anything.

They were used to working through emergencies with very few resources, with their plans not working.

“Steve!”

Steve would never forget the way Eddie yelled his name.

It was like he used what little remaining energy he had, like he was asking for help while knowing it was already too late.

Steve saw a flash of something out of the corner of his eyes, movement by the trailer that could have been more bats or could have been Nancy coming to help.

“Eddie, don’t give up, please,” Steve begged as he swung his bat. “Dustin would never forgive you. I would never forgive you.”

Maybe it was harsh, maybe he could have said something else to get him to keep fighting, but he knew it had to be at least a little effective when he saw another bat get speared on his stick.

His arms were getting tired, and he knew Eddie’s must have been too.

“Found some!” Nancy yelled to them.

Steve ran towards her, not wanting to waste any time waiting for her to get to them and risk the bats taking a bite out of her, too.

It was a large can of hairspray, thank God, but it wasn’t completely full, which meant he needed to use it sparingly.

He held up the lighter and the hairspray, pointed towards the bats, and started to spray.

The first few bats fell quickly, shriveling up a bit as the flames ate at their skin.

But he couldn’t quite get to all of them.

He kept spraying a path to Eddie, needed to at least get everyone back into the trailer to go through the gate.

Eddie was on his knees, blood on his face and hands, struggling to keep the spear up, already dropping his makeshift shield.

He was pale, and Steve could tell just from the quick glance he gave that he would die down here if they didn’t move much faster.

“Nancy, I need you to walk Eddie to the trailer while I spray. Do you have any bullets left?”

“No, gun’s jammed,” she said.

“Of course it is,” he sighed. “Alright, help him up, I’ve got your back.”

Being down here was about trust, something that Steve didn’t have much of with Nancy, but it wasn’t an option right now.

It was trust each other or die.

It wasn’t easy; Eddie was already weak and continued to get weaker every moment. Nancy was doing all she could to keep him upright and moving forward.

Steve was using up all of the hairspray just trying to keep the bats away from them as they moved to the trailer.

He could tell he was running out, knew they wouldn’t quite have enough at their current pace.

He needed to switch with Nancy and carry Eddie or they’d all end up dead.

“Nance, need you to take this and I’ll take Eddie.”

Again, she trusted him. She didn’t argue, she just grabbed the lighter from him, nudged Eddie over to him, and grabbed the hairspray.

It went much faster with Eddie on his back.

Steve had to ignore the pained groans leaving Eddie’s mouth every time he got jostled, knew if he stopped now, they’d never make it.

“He’s bleeding!” Dustin yelled when they got inside.

“Go, Dustin!” Steve yelled as he heard Nancy shut the door.

It wouldn’t hold for long, and it would take some time to get Eddie through the gate.

“No, not without him.”

“Dustin, go, man,” Eddie said from over Steve’s shoulder.

His voice sounded weak, wet, like he was slowly swallowing his own blood.

Nancy pushed Dustin onto the chair and between her and Robin, they managed to get him through.

Robin went next, knew an adult would need to be on the other side to help catch Eddie.

“Steve, his eyes are closed,” Nancy whispered to him before trying to help him readjust in his arms to get him through the gate.

“Eds, stay with us. We’re so close,” Steve begged, not stopping his movements.

“Steve…” Nancy said, her hand on Eddie’s wrist.

“No! No, Nancy, he’ll be fine. Just help me get him through.”

She wordlessly helped keep Steve stable as he got on the chair.

Eddie’s blood was all over him, but he wasn’t going to stop.

Eddie wasn’t breathing, but he couldn’t let him stay here.

“See you on the other side, Eds.”

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The hospital room was empty except for Wayne in the corner, sleeping.

Steve refused to leave until Eddie woke up, so he was sitting by his bedside, hand on Eddie’s in case he woke up.

He hadn’t slept in the near 24 hours since they brought him here, hadn’t even gotten up to clean off in the bathroom in Eddie’s hospital room.

He was gross, and he knew the smell coming off of him was enough to make someone gag, but he wouldn’t leave.

He promised he wouldn’t leave him.

“You look like shit,” a raspy voice said.

Steve’s eyes zeroed in on where Eddie was smirking at him, eyes barely open.

“You and me both,” Steve said breathlessly.

“Well, my excuse is I almost died.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but bit back a sob.

“Wouldn’t have let that happen, Eds.”

Eddie searched his face for a moment before closing his eyes.

“Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for me, ya know,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Using hairspray and a lighter to save my life. How’d you know to do that?”

“The rules of haircare are simple: keep hairspray away from open flames unless you want fire,” Steve shrugged. “Was that really the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?”

“It’s tied with staying by my bedside until I wake up.”

Steve blushed.

“It’s alright, Stevie. I know you don’t mean it like that. Go home and rest,” Eddie said, sinking further into his pillow.

“What if I did mean it like that?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open.

“What?”

“Thought maybe we could go to the diner when you get out of this place. Sound okay?”

Eddie blinked slowly, his eyes still never fully opening from the drug induced haze.

“Eds?”

“Uh. Yep. We can do that.”

“Awesome.” Steve squeezed his hand once. “Oh, and if it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to kiss you when you’re awake next time. Just to make sure you know we’re on the same page.”

“Uh. Okay.”

“Cool.”

Eddie slipped back into unconsciousness a minute later, and Steve finally let himself relax a little.

They may not have left with a total win, but he was leaving with a date.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #request #ficlet #canon typical violence #but everyone lives

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byunejoo · 2 months

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BYUNEJOO ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY 𐦍

i can’t believe it’s been one whole year since i’ve been posting here! i won’t get emotional, but i just want you all to know that i am so grateful for you. each and every one of you. writing has been a joy of mine for many years now, and i don’t think i’ve stayed in a fandom writing space as long as i’ve stayed in lunéblr. i know that i don’t post as often as some people, or even as much as i would like, but i’d like to thank you all for sticking with me this past year.

now, on to the main point of the post. the byunejoo one year anniversary event. i have cleared my inbox (don’t worry, i saved all of your asks!) to open them up again for business (and don’t worry, i will write them this time). read below for more information.

rules 𐦍

choose one or two prompts from the list provided below, one or two tropes & aus, also provided below, and one member from the legal line. that is k to jo on my blog.

do not send anything for anyone in maknae line. you will be blocked.

i do write dark content, however i will not write age play, abuse, scat, vomit, race play, master/slave, or excessive physical descriptions (no hair color, eye color, skin color, body type, etc.)

please specify whether you’d like the member to be a dom, sub or a switch.

please be patient and please do not spam my ask box for your request.

please send only one request per ask. i only accept requests through asks. please don’t comment them or send them through dms.

do not kink shame, i will not tolerate that. if certain aus or prompts aren’t your taste, that’s fine, you don’t have to request them or read them. all prompts will have warnings in place to read before the drabble.

prompts 𐦍

please only choose one or two prompts below. inspired by @melobin’s 2k prompt event.

mark me. make me yours.

you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.

please. make me feel good. no one else can like you.

you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up.

i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.

i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty.

i can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.

i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now.

let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up.

that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.

i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.

begging is a good look for you.

you taste like heaven.

you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten.

let me stay like this in you for a little bit.

look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one.

no need to rush—we have all night.

is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them?

i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.

i want you to teach me how to make you feel good.

i’m feeling greedy.

you talk too much. how about we use your mouth for something else?

could you be any wetter/harder?

i’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.

go and lock the door for me. i don’t want anyone to walk in while i’m balls deep/you’re balls deep.

i never knew you liked being spanked.

don’t stop. even if i beg you to.

your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn’t need to know about this.

i want to make this perfect for you.

oh, you’re not wearing any underwear. trying to tell me something?

are you gonna keep playing with it or are you gonna put it in your mouth at some point?

do you trust me?

show me how you do it when you touch yourself.

am i going too fast?

let’s find out what you like together, alright?

i promise i won’t hurt you.

i want to fuck every last thought out of that pretty little head of yours.

i can’t wait to take your innocence.

just the tip, i promise.

friends don't fuck.

need to fuck a baby into you.

want him to join us, baby? ( please specify who the second member is )

i wanted you to be my first…

i missed this pussy/cock.

i know we agreed we wouldn't do this again but please, i need you so bad.

i don’t want you like a best friend.

i wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it.

i’ll be a good girl/boy! i'll be good for you!

i wanna fuck you slow with the lights on.

don't be so gentle with me. i don't break that easy.

i cleaned the kitchen today so i’d have room to fuck you on the table/counter.

use the new toy i bought you. let me watch.

i got reasons why i’m gonna love you better than your man right now.

i’m gonna suck on your cock/pussy until you’re trembling.

let me show you who the boss is.

i know it hurts, but be a good girl/boy and take it.

i just broke up with my ex.

i didn't know somebody could cum that fast just from a few fingers.

you call me late at night when i’m not the one you want.

that's right, baby. say my name. let everyone know who this pussy/cock belongs to.

tropes & aus 𐦍

please only choose one or two tropes & aus below. please specify who is which role.

academic/university

arranged marriage

babysitter/nanny

best friends sibling

best friends parent/parents best friend (aged up)

billionaire

bodyguard

brother's best friend

camgirl/camboy

camp counselors

childhood friends

enemies to lovers

exes

fake relationship

friends with benefits

enemy/frenemy with benefits

hunter/prey

hybrids

infidelity

maid/butler

model

monster

neighbour

office/coworker

omegaverse

rivals to lovers

rockstar/idol

roommate

royalty

sex worker

single parent

stepcest

street racer

sugar daddy

tattoo artist

teacher/professor/tutor

vampire/werewolf

vacation/staycation

wedding planner

yandere

example prompt “may i request prompts 29 and 17 with trope 2 for euijoo? virgin!reader and no power play, please”

all credits for prompts go to nightprompts, thelonelyempath, sxcret-garden-archive, delusionisaplace, of course melobin, and a few song lyrics.

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bakugo and piggy back rides pretty please :))

PIGGY BACKING — BAKUGOU KATSUKI

(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt in my inbox and i’ll make something out of it)

note(s): mentions of injuries in this, nothing too intense. because let’s ignore manga material and live laugh love katsuki bakugou. lol this was longer than i originally intended 💀 but that’s fine because positive bakugou content‼️ fun fact i used to hate him and called him ugly a bunch— then he had this personality glow up and everything 🙄 /lh

»»————-　♡　————-««

his vermilion eyes go wide at the sight of you falling to the floor, and he uses his quick reflexes to catch you as quickly as possible, before your entire body could unceremoniously hit the ground.

your heart races, from both the fear of tripping without warning, and the relief of being caught and not plummeting to the ground.

the job was well done— at least most of it.

the sound of something twisting in your body makes you and katsuki awfully aware of your position, at least if you two weren’t already.

“oi, clutz.” he asks, facial expression displeased yet another tone soft. “what was that? you twisted something, didn’t you?”

“no, no. i’m okay. i swear. you caught me after all.” while you weren’t wrong about the last part, the blond didn’t seem too convinced that you were in fact— okay.

“bullshit,” katsuki glares at you, “i heard that.”

“heard what?”

“the sound of your ankle fucking twisting! don’t lie to me, you somehow managed to hurt your ankle.”

moving aside his tone, and how mean he probably sounds to anybody else hearing the conversation, he still holds you with care— one arm wrapped around your shoulder and the other holding your hand up.

“i’m fine, no seriously. i am. i honestly don’t feel hurt,” and you’re telling the truth on that part. you don’t feel any throbbing, no sudden pain, but it could be because of adrenaline.

“then walk.” he challenges, letting go of your hand and bringing you up forward with the arm around your shoulder. “go on.”

and so you try, feeling mighty enough to prove to katsuki that you’re alright— because how could you fall, get caught by your very strong boyfriend, and still manage to get hurt?

you balance yourself on one foot, and prepare yourself to set down the other. before you could properly set it down— you feel a sudden rush of pain sourcing from your ankle.

and then he stops you with a glare, making you pull your leg up. he looks at you like he knew that you wouldn’t be able to do it to begin with.

it’s basically a “i told you so.”

a sigh can be heard, and while you’re pulling your affected foot upwards like it’s been touched by scorching lava— you see katsuki move forward. “put your hand on my shoulder, or back. whatever works.” he says, as he moves directly in front of you.

you do as he says, choosing to put your hand on his shoulder, and he crouches down— turnt away from you. he positions his arms back, hands open and curved upwards like they’re ready to catch something from above.

“get on, piggyback me— ‘cause i’m taking you to the old hag.”

your cheeks heat up, “is this your only solution?” you ask, knowing well that he’d probably get looks while he carries you to recovery girl’s office, and you honestly can’t put him in that position, since he dislikes it. “i thought you hate having to do that, because that gets people staring at you too much.”

“shut up,” he says, almost defensively. “’s true, but i was obviously talking about other people. ya think i’d do this to people everyday?”

he has a point, but like…

“i mean, you’d kinda have to get used to it if you’re gonna be a hero out in the field—”

he shoots you a look, and you immediately shut up.

then, his entire expression immediately softens, even if it’s just by a little bit. “just do it, please.” he stares at your ankle, “i’d honestly carry you the other way, but i can’t risk you bonkin’ your head at every turn. i don’t trust you to not go do that shit.”

you know he’s kidding, but you still play right into his hands, “wooow, okay.” you say, in false offense. then, you immediately lighten up. “but okay. i’ll get on. just don’t complain.”

he scoffs, “i suggested it. ‘course i won’t! plus you’re probably like a feather to me.”

you lightly laugh before slipping into silence, focused on getting onto his back, hopping one step closer and attaching your other hand on his shoulder.

then, with one foot, you jump— and katsuki catches you, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. you try not to focus too much on it.

you relax, letting go and slinging your hands around his shoulders. you trust him not to drop you— despite the implications of him not giving a damn about you bonking your head whenever he makes a turn to recovery girl’s office.

you push your head against his neck when he begins walking, and the two of you are just silent on the way there— the sounds of his footsteps being the only things heard.

surprisingly, there wasn’t that much people around. the people that saw you two (aka— kaminari and kirishima, and like.. two other people) only had to look at your now swollen ankle to understand the context.

they offered help, but katsuki immediately declined their help.

almost midway, katsuki picked up in speed— and you can guess it’s because he wants to get there at a quicker time for your sake, so you don’t go “whining in his ear about how much your ankle hurts” or something like that.

(“i don’t sound like that.” he says, eyes narrowing, tone deepening.

and you roll your eyes, “sure, you don’t.”)

you don’t hate it— the sudden shift in speed. in fact, you prefer it over him running at the fastest possible speed from the very start.

when you can see recovery girl’s office from the corner of the hallway, you speak up. “y’know, this is actually kinda nice.” you tell him, just inches away from his ear. “i thought you’d immediately start speeding to recovery girl’s office, but you’re taking it slow. it’s nice.”

(the entire walk there makes you forget about the pain for a bit. it’s relaxing.)

you can’t see his face, but you feel like he’s raising an eyebrow at you. “i’d normally do that, yeah. but there’s nothing wrong with this.”

he’s referring to you piggybacking him.

“how’s your ankle? still hurt?” he asks, caring. and as if on cue, it throbs.

you let out a hiss when it does that, “still does.”

“but i’d say that me piggybacking you almost made me forget about it.” you reply, pushing your face into his neck further. “thanks.”

he only lets out a huff of acknowledgment, before letting you know that you two are at your destination.

(when your ankle got taken care of by recovery girl, you just had to ask katsuki about the possibility of getting a piggyback ride from him again.

there’s a pause, “i’ll think about it.” he says roughly, acting as if it was even up for debate.

it wasn’t— he already made up his mind, he’s going to do it again, especially if you ask.)

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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21 AND 30!!!!!!

based off this prompt list

sorry for the late post, i forgot i had these in my inbox! I really liked this one!

“Why can’t you just be happy for me?”

You screamed the words with ferocity, frustration was dripping from each word.

Peter was your best friend, you supported him in everything he did, everything. Even going into fucking space, or finally asking MJ out, or just being there to hold him halfway through freshman year in college after they decided the distance wouldn’t work.

You loved Peter with everything in you and you loved everything he did. He had a way of lighting up every room he walked into, he knew how to break the tension each time and always spared someone at the expense of his own awkwardness.

No matter what he did he had you in his corner.

Why didn’t you have him there too?

It all started with Zach, some friend of a friend who took an interest in you. Nothing serious at first but then Peter noticed this guy was waiting around for you, and suddenly you had canceled one or two different plans for this guy, and next thing he knows all he can look at is the hickey he’s clocked in on your neck, right above your collarbone.

Peter’s been kind of a bitch since then.

Just snappy with responses, like when you apologize for canceling, again, he hits you with a ‘no surprise there, make sure you use protection or whatever.’ Or just rolls his eyes and changes subjects when you bring Zach up, which was upsetting because you listened for two years about him and MJ.

“And, Zach surprised me with a tea and sugar cookie after lab! I texted him before I went in that I was nervous and when I left he was waiting there with it and walked me to the bus stop. It was so cute, I even kissed his cheek and he got all blushy. Isn’t that just adorable?” The awe was thick in your voice, little clouds and stars ran around your forehead, how could you get so lucky?

“Yeah. Just super adorable. Anyways, did Jesse fuck up in lab today?” Peter brushed it off choosing to talk about your lab partner, he’s in the wrong major, you both think it. He’s always messing up in the most comedic ways.

You furrow your brows, he always does this.

“Uh, not really. But, Zach was telling me about how his roommate was asking about me, which is a good thing right? Cause that means he’s actually talking about me, and-”

“Ned was talking about how he and Betty are looking for an apartment together, I think he’s gonna propose before we graduate.”

“Do you not like Zach?” It’s getting tiring, you want to talk about this with your best friend.

“Why do you care if I like Zach?”

“Because, Peter! I want my best friend to like my boyfriend!”

Pause. Peter blinks one, two, three times.

“He’s your boyfriend?” It’s like he’s tasting the words in his mouth.

“Well, not yet I mean. But I think he might be, or he’s trying to be.” You shrug like it’s nothing but it’s something. He’s nice and lovely and down right cute.

“Then no.” Peter blinks at you again.

“No?”

“No. I don’t like him, I don’t care for him and I don’t want to meet him.” Peter is being extremely blunt.

“Okay…” You trail and look around, you don’t think there had ever been tension in a room with him like this and it was nearly suffocating.

“Can I ask why?” You give a false laugh, trying to ease what he put in the room.

“I don’t know. He’s always around you, and makes these weird jokes that only you understand. And you’re always dumping me to run after him, he sucks.” Peter reaches behind you to pull a string of hair off the side of your sweater.

You laugh dryly.

“He’s nice. And he cares about me, and I actually think you would both get along really nicely. He reminds me a lot of you, you both have this weird dorky thing but it’s innocent. He’s patient and he’s funny.”

“Yeah. Okay.” He hums and smiles.

It’s condescending.

“Why can’t you just be happy for me?”

Peter’s eyes go wide, he opens his mouth and closes it trying to find the words then sighs.

“I don’t know if I can bring myself to say it.”

“Try.” You huff.

“I didn’t ever think like this before but once he started to hang around I felt weird, and you’re always around him now. You cancel our plans for him and you walk around campus with him, and you have your own jokes with him that should be with me! And when I saw that hickey he gave you I freaked out inside, I never thought about it until I saw you with him.”

“Thought about what, Peter?”

He chews on his cheek, his bottom lip pulled and twisted.

“I’m sorry that you found out this way,”

Peter pauses and lets out a breath and looks at you in the eyes.

“But, I think I’m in love with you.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker #peter parker mcu #my writing

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tieronecrush · 11 months

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a lil sweet celebration for my 300 follower milestone 😌

gonna be doing all of these on sunday night june 18th!! drop into my inbox with anything you want but here’s some fun options to inspire:

lollipops 🍭 : send in a song & i’ll tell you which pedro character it reminds me of

jawbreakers 🍬: send in fmk of some pedro boys or other pedro universe characters

airheads 🎈: send your headcanons so we can spiral together

pick-n-mix 🛍️: 500 word drabbles, choose a pedro character & send a prompt! can be your own or one of the dialogue prompts under the cut!

gonna be tagging it as #tieronecrushcandy so filter that tag if you don’t want all the asks on your dash 🍫

hope to get some sweeties from you all 🩷

fluff:

“do we like….hold hands now?”

“here, take my jacket. you look cold.”

“you stayed?”

“i can’t sleep. can i stay with you?”

“they’re just flowers, why are you tearing up?”

“that looks much better on you than it ever did on me.”

“this is humiliating.”

“i’d do anything for you.”

“i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

“so, the thing is….they think we’re dating.”

“i am not jealous!”

“you’re not making any sense, honey.”

“you’re staring.”

“ten bucks says you fall asleep in the next ten minutes.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“can i walk you home?”

smut:

“this is new.”

“i promise i’ll be good.”

“i don’t think i can remain professional.”

“shut up and use your mouth for something else.”

“don’t give me that look.”

“you’re so messy.”

“your thighs are shaking so much.”

“you’re easy to please.”

“i know you can be louder.”

“i got somewhere you can stay tonight.”

“do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?”

“don’t make a mess, baby.”

“look how good you take it.”

“you’re driving me crazy here.”

“can you look at me? please?”

“just one more. pretty please, for me?”

“all you do is whine.”

“what happens if i do this?”

“we’re in public, y’know.”

“i like it when you say my name like that.”

#this is kinda silly #but hopefully will be fun for everyone!!#me #writing #tieronecrushcandy

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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-ˋˏ ULTRAVIOLENCE ˎˊ-

laters-gators 6k followers celebration

I cannot believe that we’ve hit a huge milestone again so early. For this event to come at a time where I really needed a pick me up means the world. 6,000 of you little people out there follow me to see my words on your phone/tablet/computer screens, all because you like them. That’s insane to me!

As a token of appreciation, we’re back at it again with a follower celebration! This is a way for me to say thank you!

before we begin, some rules: (Read these carefully or your ask will be deleted!)

➸ Reblog to spread the word! ➸ Please see my inbox rules and who I write for before sending in asks. ➸ You can send in as many asks as you want, but some events will be restricted to non-anons only!

➸ This inbox for this event is open now! I will begin posting on the 24th! Inbox closes on the 26th ❤︎

❤︎ THIS EVENT HAS NOW CLOSED ❤︎

how to send an ask:

The inbox for this event is open now! To participate in this event, please send an ask via the link here, or the ‘Tell Me Something Sweet’ button at the top of my blog, and set out the ask with the corresponding emoji at the start. It makes my life much easier this way!:

“ 🐺 - Blue Jeans. ”

“ ☁️ - 29: ‘Thigh Riding’ with Marc Spector. ”

“ 🗝 - Joel Miller and Teacher!AU!”

open to everyone:

➸ Blue Bannisters [🗝]: Send me a character and a concept/aesthetic and I will make a mood board with a 100 word drabble.

➸ Chemtrails Over The Country Club [🐺]: Send me a Lana Del Rey song and I'll write a drabble with the character it most reminds me of!

➸ Lust For Life [⛓]: Send me any word and I will send you a paragraph from my WIPs that contains that word - if there are any! Choose wisely!

➸ Honeymoon [🐚]: send me the link to a fic you have written and I will tell you my favourite parts and lines!

➸ Norman Fucking Rockwell [☁️]: send me a number from this smut dialogue prompt list here and a character of your choice and I will write a drabble!

open to non-anons:

➸ Ultraviolence [💿]: Send me a number from this smut prompt list here and a character of your choice and I will write a drabble!

➸ Born To Die [🎙️]: Send me your favourite song and I'll ship you with one of my Blorbos!

Event Masterlist:

➸ Blue Bannisters [🗝]:

Nat 20 || D&D!Matt the Radar Tech

Oklahoma Smokeshow || CountryCowboy!Joel Miller

The Reckoning Begins || Gunslinger!Mills

100 On The Dash || F1 Principle!Enzo Ferrari

On the Wild Side || SafariTourGuide!Mills

Precious Metals || TreasureHunter!Mills

➸ Chemtrails Over The Country Club [🐺]:

The Other Woman (Duke Leto Atreides)

Dark Paradise [coming soon...]

Blue Jeans (Mills)

Honeymoon (Joel Miller)

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (Ezra (Prospect))

➸ Norman Fucking Rockwell [☁️]:

Din Djarin || “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Frank Castle || “Are you going to eye-fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Javier Pena || "I'm gonna fuck you so good that you forget you ever even met that asshole"

Joel Miller || “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” ❤︎ “Show me how you like to be touched.”

Joel Miller || "There's no way I'm gonna let you wear that in public."

Joel Miller || “Do you think you deserve my cock right now?”

Joel Miller || “Look what you’ve done to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

Leto Atreides || “Pay attention to me or I’ll make you.”

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrisey || “Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?”

Steven Grant || “Your nipples are so sensitive today…”

Commander Mills || “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

Commander Mills || “Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

➸ Ultraviolence [💿]:

Commander Mills || Drenched

Joel Miller || Frisk-y

tagging a few mutuals who may be interested (you can ignore if you like!): @foxilayde ❤︎ @nexusnyx ❤︎ @psychedelic-ink ❤︎@inklore ❤︎ @charnelhouse ❤︎ @writefightandflightclub

#✩‧₊˚ 6k follower celebration ˚₊‧✩#follower celebration #6k followers #08.03.2023

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eunchancorner · 1 year

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I got another fic request if you don’t mind it! Just a playful tickle fight between the hatzgang? All three of them are ticklish dorks who act tough in my opinion. Ofc if you aren’t comfy with this, you can 100% decline. Love your work btw :3

Not me happy squeaking at getting another spooky month prompt. Plus the Hatzgang, I could rant for ever about them but in short you’re absolutely right-

Also I kinda wasn’t able to finish this one, I apologize, I just kinda… lost the motivation entirely and couldn’t leave it here when I have more in my inbox. Sorry.

Lers Ross Robert and Roy, Lees Ross Robert and Roy

Warning: Unfinished garbage, cussing

Word count: 1371

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“Thanks for letting us come over, Mrs. Jaune,” Robert said as he walked in with Roy at his side. Them and Ross had been planning a sleepover for months and for the longest time been debating on who’s house to hold it at, before settling on Ross’s since his family was the most chill.

“No problem, Rob. He’s upstairs, and I get not wanting to stay at Roy’s house… no offense, Roy, but your mom is…” she trailed off.

“Oh, trust me, I know,” Roy assured her as Ross came downstairs to greet his friends.

“But, out of curiosity, why didn’t you guys stay at Rob’s house like last time?” Jaune asked.

“Because Radford kept messing with me the whole time…” Rob started, but Ross couldn’t help himself.

“You mean because he kept tickling you and me and Roy kept teasing you about it?”

“DUDE!”

“Aw, don’t worry, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Ross is pretty ticklish too, aren’t you, Rossy?~”

“Wh- n- No I’m not!” the ravenette protested, but a curious poke from Robert pulled a squeak that made denial impossible. “Dammit, Mom, quit embarrassing me!”

“That’s my job, honey. Now, you three head on up, me and your dad are gonna start on dinner,” she told them, and the three nodded, heading upstairs to Ross’s room.

“You guys wanna listen to some music while I get my games set up?” Ross offered as they walked in.

“With the way your room looks, something tells me the answer is no…” Roy answered, looking at the pure black walls and dark gray bed sheets.

“Listen, I was emo before, and we don’t have enough paint to repaint here, so shut it,” the ravenette snapped back. “I listen to different music now, it’s not all Fall Out Boy and MCR. I got AJR, I got Imagine Dragons, what do you want to listen to?”

“Ooo, AJR! Can we listen to I’m Not Famous? That’s my favorite!” Rob butted in, doing his little happy stims as Ross nodded and turned the song on. The two other friends sat down as they watched Ross set up his console (which shall go unnamed for reasons) and pulled out a few games.

“Ok, guys, Mario Kart, Black Ops or Minecraft?” He offered up three of their favorite games, already knowing damn well they were going to pick Minecraft. There was something for all of them in that game.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Ross was mining, Roy was trying to build a house and Rob was gathering flowers and making friends with bees.

“Ross, I sure as hell hope you’re getting cobblestone,” Roy complained, idly motioning to the dwindling amount in his inventory.

“What does it look like I’m getting- actually, Rob what are you even doing?” Ross asked, getting distracted by his blonde friend’s gameplay.

“Hehe, bees,” the blonde answered with a single word, feeding two bees a flower and watching as a little baby bee spawned in.

“Wh- actually I have an idea. Ross, get some sand,” the brunette suddenly said.

“Ughhh, why?” the former emo boy complained.

“We’re gonna build a honey farm.”

“Don’t we need a hive for that?”

“Well, DUH, that’s what Robert’s supplying us with! He’s over by the bees, so we’ll just build it around them! It’ll be perfect!” Roy sneered, as though he was coming up with some kind of evil plan.

Robert couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his friend’s tone. “Calm down, dude, we’re just building a honey farm, not catching the Smurfs.”

Ross snickered a bit. “Catching the Smurfs, what are you, a 90’s kid?”

“Listen, my parents only give us so many options on what to watch so we make do with what we have! Besides, my sister loves 90s cartoons!”

“Of course it circled back to your sister,” Roy playfully complained, earning a very fake offended gasp.

“Oh, you’re just jealous that both of you are single children!”

“Oh, please, you have enough siblings for all of us,” Ross pointed out.

“I-” Robert started before he paused and counted in his head. “Oh shit you’re right-”

“PFFFT- '' Roy slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter at the tallest’s realization, Ross letting his amusement flow free in the form of a few low chuckles.

“Listen, sometimes I forget Robin is there, ok? She’s super quiet!”

“Shehehe- She’s right there!” Ross argued, more giggles bubbling up in his throat.

“Oh, shut up, both of you, before I give you both a reason to laugh!” the blonde threatened, Ross promptly shutting up with a small but noticeable wobbly smile. Roy, however, smirked at his friend.

“Nice try, but I’m not ticklish,” he dared, Rob raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Oh, you’re not? Really?”

“Nope… but you are.”

Before the other two knew what was going on, Roy had the blonde pinned beneath him, his hands raised in threatening claws before attacking the poor boi’s sides with merciless squeezes and scribbles, making him burst into bright laughter.

“R-ROHOHOHOY! NOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!” he squealed, kicking and squirming and thrashing under his friend’s skilled fingers. Ross couldn’t help but watch his friends closely, carefully planning his next move. Slowly, and carefully, he reached his hand out to squeeze Roy’s side.

“Oh? Not there? And what’s gonna stop me? Maybe… you?” Suddenly, the brunette grabbed his ravenette friend’s wrist and yanked him forward, pulling him down to the ground beside Robert.

Oh fuck-

“I don’t think sooo!~” and, just like that, Roy clawed at Ross’s belly, seeming to know exactly where to go to get him squeaking and curling into a ball around his hand.

“Aww, look how ticklish you two are! In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that, just by getting you guys once, I’ve already found your worst spots! I mean, just listen to you two, hell, I can’t even tell if you can hear me over your own laughter!~”

Of course, he could tell they could. The way their faces lit up bright red at his teases, how Robert squirmed more and more, and how Ross even tried to pull his beanie over his face was enough to tell. Ah, what a nice activity, tickling the absolute hell out of your friends for no reason other than they were about to tickle you.

Well, it wasn’t as long as he hoped it’d be, as suddenly he was pushed off of them, tumbling onto his back. He sat up to see them sitting up, giggly, panting, still smiling, but oh boy, even under those bright smiles they looked pissed.

“W-wait, guys! W-we’re friends, right? Y-you guys!” Roy wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up, he wasn’t even sure if he was ticklish, but the looks that his two friends were giving him made him feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and whether he was or not, he was really nervous to find out.

But, of course, no amount of begging can save you from the ticklish wrath of your friends. Ross tackled him to the ground and Robert wasted no time in shoving his hands under Roy’s arms, immediately pulling a surprised squeal from the brunette. It definitely tickled, a lot more than he was expecting, and it felt so weird to suddenly feel like laughing that he did the only thing that made sense in his mind: tried to hold it in. He didn’t know why, he just did.

Apparently that was a mistake.

“Ohhh, we got a fighter here, huh? I know how to deal with fighters!” Robert said in a way that was way too teasy for Roy’s liking. “Ross, I’m gonna need a little help here. Pick a spot and dig in!”

Ross nodded and went for his own worst spot, the belly, not quite expecting the reaction he got.

“AHAHA NOHO FUHUCK!!” Roy screeched, rolling onto his side with more force than Robert was ready for, accidentally dislodging his left hand. But all that mattered was the dam was broken, laughter pouring from the brunette’s lips in a similar manner that he had his friends in minutes before. He weakly shoved at the blonde’s remaining hand, seemingly barely trying to dislodge it.

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Sadly I couldn't finish this one, maybe you can come up with your own ending!

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special-bc-ur-part-of-it · 11 months

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For your kiss prompt

Kiss ...out of anger

(it's fine if you don't wonna do)

hi, sorry for the delay on this, got busy, but! here we go, last prompt in my inbox:

edit: this ended up being connected to this one

45: ...out of anger

“We can’t keep doing this.” He doesn’t mean to say it. The thought slips out, barely a murmur.

But Kurt catches it anyway. “What?”

“Nothing,” Blaine tries to brush it off. “I didn’t say anything.” He leans in to kiss Kurt again, but Kurt pulls away from him instead.

“No, you said ‘we can’t keep doing this.’” Kurt states, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “What the hell does that mean, Blaine?”

What he wants to say is something like We can’t keep doing this because whatever we are doesn’t continue after this year. Because you’ll graduate and go off to New York, and I’ll still be stuck here for another year and I won’t get to see you everyday, and that’s going to destroy me because I’m already in too deep.

What he actually says is “We just can’t. Cheerios and badboys aren’t supposed to mix.”

“Since when have you cared about what other people think?” Kurt scoffs at him.

He shoots back “Why do you care so much?” and it’s meaner than intended.

“You know why. You, of all people, know why.”

“Yeah, I do, but you know what I don’t get? Why you insist on us sneaking around like this, why you don’t want to admit to anyone that we’re whatever we are. I mean, you’re the Head Cheerio, you can do whatever the fuck you want around this school, and no one is going to touch you.”

“So that’s what this is about? You don’t want to do this anymore because we’re not out as a couple?”

“No!”

“Then what is this about, Blaine?”

“I fucking fell for you, okay? I fell hard, and got in way over my head, and now I feel like an idiot because we both knew this couldn’t last after this year. Because you graduate and get out of this town this year, and I don’t. You’re gonna leave and it’s gonna hurt me because I fucking fell for you. So maybe it is better that we just break this off now before someone gets hurt.”

Kurt’s gone full ice queen now. He’s pissed. He fires a “You idiot” at Blaine before he surges forward and claims Blaine’s mouth with his own. It’s pure heat and it catches him off guard for a moment.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?” Kurt asks, still a little visibly pissed at him. “Why did you— Did you ever even think that maybe I was falling for you too? That leaving was going to hurt me like hell too?”

“No, because you made it pretty clear that this was temporary.”

“I thought that if this was temporary, I wouldn’t get attached. I was wrong.”

“So–”

“So yeah, I fell for you too. And I’m still mad at you for trying to break up with me.”

“But…?”

“But I don’t care right now,” Kurt finishes, pulling him into another heated kiss. Blaine doesn’t care right now either. Figuring out what’s next for them can be a problem for later.

more kisses here

#iz's writing #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #kisses prompts #the last one no more prompts in inbox back to working on other wips #answered #shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi Darling, long time no see. 😉 A little birdie told me you were looking for a Jemily prompt. Well, here's one:

Emily and JJ have a little daughter, right, and her middle name is Penelope because Garcia is her godmother, and her first name could be Rosalyn after JJ's older sister who committed suicide. So it would be Roslyn penelope (Prentiss? Idk) Anway, Pen offers to watch over Rosalyn because it's Em and JJ's anniversary. So, Pen decides that her and Rosalyn are gonna make a cake and card for JJ and Em but end up making a huge ass mess, right. And then when Em and JJ go to pick up Rosalyn, they see that she is covered in marker or cake, whatever, and are like, "wtf is this shit?? Pen, we left you alone with her for like, 4 hours..??." But then there is a wholesome family moment we're Rosalyn gives her mommies their anniversary card and Em and JJ just melt for their little girl and love her so much

Ok, I hope you enjoy the promot, my love 😉

~👋

My Little Lady

*Author note~ okay so I completely love this sm and had to run straight away to write it. Changed the name of the daughter so I’m curious to see if you can get my reasons why, 👋you’re exempt! Feel free to guess in my inbox*

Trigger Warning ~ none?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

Since the birth of baby Poppy Rosé Prentiss Emily and JJ hadn’t really had much time to themselves, Emily returned back to work as the chief of the BAU while JJ stayed home with poppy. It was the wedding anniversary for the women and Emily was stressing over not being able to take JJ somewhere special, truly after the birth of their daughter JJ truly deserves it. Thankfully Penelope was always looking for the excuse to sneak some time with her god daughter so naturally she offered to sit pops so they could go have some very much needed adult time.

That was how JJ found herself dressed up to the nines, ready for a night with her wife while rechecking the changing bag for the sleeping baby. “Babe?! We gotta get going” Emily called for you before bringing the infant to settle in her arms. “Jay, I’m gonna go put princess Pops in her car seat” she murmured kissing the blondes cheek lovingly. “Come on then my sleeping princess let’s go get you all settled for aunty penny” she murmured to the raven haired baby.

The short drive to Garcias apparent was peaceful, your little family in their blissful glory. JJ couldn’t help her racing mind, she’d never left poppy before so being a new mother it was certainly something difficult to adjust too. Emily wasn’t faring much better, but working had gotten her use to the feelings that came with leaving her little family. Garcia would take great care of Poppy and it would be nice to have adult time, alone for their anniversary.

Dropping their daughter off, undoubtedly came with tears for JJ. But with some encouragement and kisses to her daughters little face she was persuaded into leaving. Hand in hand the two agents left the apartment, the infant cradled in the blonde tech analyst’s arms. “Who’s the most adorable little baby girl. Now what can we do while your mommy and momma are gone hmm?” She pondered rocking the sleeping child.

Poppy woke from her nap, to immediately smile at her god mother and babble happily. “Shall we go do some cooking my little lady?” And that’s exactly what she did, a simplistic cake letting her cover herself in the mixture and decorations. The little giggles she was making causing the blondes heart to swell. “Oh you are just so adorable little lady, your Auntie Garcias favourite lady” she murmured tickling you, delighting in the giggles and mindless babbles.

While the cake baked, Garcia had set up some paint and paper to make a happy anniversary card. She happily painted her little hands and feet to make imprints for the decoration on it. Happily signing the card from Poppy only to realise the baby was absolutely covered in mess but smiling so beautifully up at Garcia. But before she could clean the little baby up for her mothers they arrived to pick her up.

“Pj, what the heck is that” Emily muttered watching as Jay coed at the baby wriggling in her arms to reach her mommy. “Pops, you’re so messy my girl, were you good for auntie Garcia? “

“JJ, she was absolutely darling to sit, anytime literally any time I’ll happily look after my little cheeky angel, we had so much fun didnt we popsicle” Penelope murmured happily going to get the cake and card with the baby balanced on her hip, “come in you two love birds we got surprises!”

“Pops, hold this for mommy and momma, that’s it good girl” she praised the baby before coming in with the cake, card and baby. “Say happy anniversary mommies!” She giggled happily. “Oh baby girl! Is this all for us?” Jay Jay coed coming to hold her messy child. Emily got slightly emotional and kissed her daughter’s chubby cheek happily. “Thank you so much my princess Poppy” she murmured before thanking Garcia silently. Without Garcia she wouldn’t have been able to pull off the perfect anniversary for her wife.

Poppy giggled and clapped happily before bringing her sticky, paint covered hands to Emily’s cheeks. “Aw pops!” She mock whined causing JJ to laugh at her wife and daughter, the latter now being tickled and lifted into the air by her mother. “Princessssss momma is all stickyyyyyyyyyy” she whined before sitting back down with her baby. It was there that Garcia remembered when Emily ran off to fight Doyle and how she almost didn’t live to have her family. Truly seeing the happy family made her heart swell. After cleaning off their daughter they managed to settle her in her car seat and head home, their perfect little family was something truly worth fighting for.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #emily prentiss x fem!reader #jemily #jemily fic #jenifer jareau #emily #ssa prentiss #SSA jareau #JJ #emily prentiss fanfiction #Jenifer jareau fanfic #anon requested #👋anon

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rosenallies · 10 months

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so specific but I was wondering if you’d write an angsty phone sex AU smut prompt where Denali’s in a bad headspace and asks to be degraded and after a minute rosie safewords for her and it just upsets her? yeah <3

no joke this prompt is from literally October and idk of the person who requested this even follows me anymore but I have a migraine wanted to write some phone sex au that wasn’t smutty so I went searching thru my 272636273 unanswered asks in my inbox and found this 😭 I remember the asks prior to this so just for context sometimes when nali is sad she wants mommy to be rough on her but Rosie doesn’t like that shsbs anYway also I scrolled through my whole inbox and found some good prompts that are rlly old that I may do so don’t be surprised if there’s random prompts from like a year ago or more being written😭😭

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Rosé circled Denali knelt on the floor, her best stern look painted on her face, though her head wasn’t into it. When Denali had gotten home from the rink earlier, she wasn’t herself and had practically thrown herself onto Rosé, purring into her ear that she’d been naughty and needed to be put into her place.

Rosé had played into it at first, grabbing her by her hair and kissing her roughly.

It wasn’t until they were getting ready to take things further that Rosé noticed something wasn’t right. Denali stared at herself a little too long in the mirror, that grimace on her face as she raked her eyes over her reflection that told Rosé she was having a low self esteem day. Those days were more rare now, but every now and again they would appear again. Rosé had figured maybe she needed something to take her mind off of the bad thoughts so she let it happen until Denali looked up at her from the floor, begging mommy to please degrade her.

Rosé opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.

She sighed, “red, baby, I can’t do this.”

Denali frowned, looking like she was about to cry. “Momma-?”

She helped Denali up and led her to the bed, sitting down beside her. “I don’t want to be rough with you when you’re not having a good day."

Embarrassment curled in Denali’s belly. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “I-I thought it would help.”

Rosé shifted closer to her, pulling her against her side. “I wanna make you feel good when you’re not feeling your best, baby. I want to be kind and loving to you.”

“But it does feel good!” She cried out, “I promise!”

Shaking her head, Rosé tutted softly. “I don’t know, you’ve never asked to be degraded when you’re not feeling your absolute best, honey. I know sometimes you like it, but can you be honest with mommy and tell me what’s really on your mind.”

Denali wiped her eyes, sniffling softly. “I-I deserve it. I feel so gross

Rosé felt her stomach ache, wondering if she ever really enjoyed those things. All the times they’d been deep in a scene and Rosé called her names, did she really enjoy it? Or did she just use it to fuel her insecurities?

"No, darling," Rosé cooed, cupping her baby's pretty face in her hand, "You didn't do anything to upset mommy. At first I thought maybe you just needed some release, but now I see that's not true."

Reverting her gaze to the floor, Denali picked at the skin around her fingernails for a moment until Rosé noticed and took her hands. “I’m sorry,” she said, lip wobbling.

“Hey, look at me,” Rosé said softly, “there’s absolutely nothing to apologize for. Can you let mommy help you feel better, hmm?”

She nodded, leaning into Rosé’s arms, breathing in the scent of her vanilla perfume. “Please, mommy.”

“Okay, sweet girl, come here,” she cooed, laying back against the headboard and motioning for Denali to join her. When she did she tucked her safely under her arm, kissing her forehead. “Mommy’s gonna help you feel all better.”

#prompt request #phone sex au

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