lillianasrose

[lillianasrose]

no lube, no condom, in all my holes, in the bed, on the floor, in the shower, on the front porch, on the kitchen counters, in the car, ON the car, laying down, standing up, doggy, cowgirl, REVERSE COWGIRL, missionary, until i’m screaming and crying and begging!!

:)

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Day 3 of my Mothtober is the Hummingbird Hawkmoth!

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"You haven't asked about him. Gator. He's trying I think. He's got to be what, 27 now? You can see it in his eyes. He wants to be good. But more than that, he wants to be like his dad."

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Thanks @ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo

Starting a new chain because the other was pretty long.

Picrew

Thanks for the open tag @degenerate-otaku! (Feel free to add yours here too if you want!)

I'll tag @esolean @localravenclaw @a-smol-homo @jessiesjaded @howominis @lanabenikosdoormat and anyone else who sees this and wants to join us!

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

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For that one Anon... Hope you enjoy 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Lemme know if y'all want a steamier Part 2. ;)

Billy H x Female ADHD!reader.

Warnings: Cursing and some hot and heavy content that hints at sexual themes... Minors do not interact.

Hotrod Cinderella

Max owed him, big time.

"This is stupid." He told her, the redhead rolled her eyes.

"Like you had anything better to do? Go mingle or something, Robin's here." Billy liked Robin, referred to her as 'The geeky band chic' but he actually liked her.

So he shrugged and went off to find his favorite person in Max's friend group. She was off in a corner talking to another girl.

"I'm telling you it was like twenty feet hi-" WAP. In all honesty he had been hit harder and most likely the blood wasn't even her fault, he had already gotten into a fight that day and his lip was already kind of swollen. She turned quickly her EC eyes widening, Billy's heart skipped, she was pretty. Robin was giggling into her cup and this girl was staring up at him in shock. Her eyes shifted around the room as people started looking their way.

She grabbed him by his belt and yanked him into the closest room, screw pretty this girl was fucking hot. Billy sat on the sink of the bathroom she had yanked him in.

"I am so so sorry. I-I talk too much and I definitely didn't mean to hit you." She flattened against the door. Suddenly she rushed toward him and he spread his legs apart as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Add sexy to the list, this girl was fucking sexy. She pulled the cabinet open digging around. A first aid kit was thrust into his hand and she used his thigh to stand up. "I ramble a lot and I talk with my hands," she popped up the first aid kit, "I've almost hit Steve in the dick before... Everyone knows not to stand too close.

"Really don't sweat it, it doesn't even hurt." He winced at the end as she lightly dabbed at the cut with disinfectant.

"It doesn't?" She teased smirking.

"Might sting a little." He admonished, sneaking a hand on to her hip. "Will you kiss it better?"

"No." Billy pouted at her.

"I think kissing it better is the least you could do." He told her.

"Is it?" She asked, "The least I could do." She scoffed.

"Especially since you caused it." Billy reiterated. She hopped up slightly on her toes pressing her soft plush lips against the corner of his and then she was gone.

xXx

Billy got back into his car. Coming to Family Video was definitely a mistake.

Robin was sworn to secrecy and Steve was just a dick.

"If I were looking for her, I would check in with the boys and Max at the arcade on Thursdays." Robin whispered to him.

This Thursday they didn't go to the Arcade. Except Dustin.

The kid yelped as Billy snatched him. He pinned him against the side wall

"Whose your hot friend?"

"Steve..?" The kid said immediately. Billy rolled his eyes.

"The chic."

"Robin?"

"No, I know who Robin is. The other one." The kid looked suspicious.

"Ma-" He hit the back of his head.

"Are you stupid or something Amigo. Not. Maxine. The girl with the (color) eyes."

"OH! YN! Yeah she's great isn't she. I heard she bitch slapped you like a d-"

"Kid shut the fuck up. Where can I find her?"

xXx

"YN!" Your Aunt Vera rushed into the back office, "Customer. Young customer, go work your magic." You headed out into the lot in the summer heat. The heels on your boots clacked against the hot pavement carrying you toward the blonde man with broad shoulders leaning into the front of a Corvette.

"It's the new '86 Stingray model," You crossed your hands behind your back, sticking out your chest. "I have to admit not the sex-" he stood, turning to face you fully. It was that boy from the party, the right side of his lip still slightly puffy and red, "Sexiest body on a newer model car but some love the look."

"What would you recommend?" He smirked popping his gum.

'We have a lovely, bright cherry red, 1986 Ferrari Testarossa Straman. One of only twelve that were made convertible." You smirked back at him, "And I'm not just pushing it because I get to be the one to go with you to take it for a test drive." He leaned against the shitty Corvette.

"Sounds like fun."

"I'll get the keys, you head on in there and sign some paper work with the greasy man at the counter, and I'll meet you back out front with the car." You promised him, "Oh! If he asks, tell him you're taking the Pinto, the Ferrari isn't exactly supposed to be taken for test drives."

Billy sighed, stepping out of the building to the most beautiful thing. You. You were leaned up against the car, twirling the keys around your finger while you spied someone else walking through the rows of sports cars with a soft smile on your face. You turned to look at him, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head.

"Heavenly?" You asked indicating to the car under your firm ass. Billy cocked his head.

"Dress you in a skimpy bikini and you'd put the girls in Sports Illustrated to shame." You laughed loudly tossing him the keys. "Too strong?"

"There is nothing you could say that is creepier than some of the things these old men tell me." You promised him. Billy jumped in, driving slowly just until he could no longer be seen by the car dealership before revving the car twice loudly and taking off down the long country road. You laughed happily holding tightly to his thigh.

"Am I scaring you?" He asked loudly over the wind. You turned your head to him smirking as you pressed on his leg, pushing it harder into the gas pedal. You leaned into him

"Faster." You sighed into his ear.

"I'm Billy. Billy Hargrove." He groaned back at you.

"YN." You purred.

Maybe Max didn't owe him that much. Maybe he owed her just a little bit.

You closed your eyes turning your face into the sun.

A lot. He owed Max a lot for dragging him along to that stupid party. She pushed on his chin.

"Watch the road, not me." She scolded lightly.

"How much is this anyways?"

"This car? It isn't for sale, it's mine." She was smiling lazily at him, "Your lip healed up ok."

"So this is how you got away from me so fast, Cinderella."

"Didn't you see the clouds of dirt I left behind so you could come find me?" She asked. Billy smiled.

Let it be known, Billy Hargrove's perfect Cinderella drove a fast cherry red hotrod, punches like a man on complete accident, and has the attention span of a gerbil.

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I'm honestly asking, same prompt and everything.

I want to see your take on it.

Max drags billy to a party. Reader accidentally punches Billy, drags him off to the bathroom. Cleans him off and books it out of there like their 85 Mercedes is about to become a pumpkin from Merrill's farm.

Like her Mercedes is going to turn into a pumpkin?

Ok.

Give me two seconds ;)

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There he is

The bear in area

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Stranger Things dividers

Made for me :) But if you'd like to use or save any of this, please Like and Reblog!

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Visitors (a 65 story) Masterlist

Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, loss of parents, trauma bonding

Read on Ao3

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Mayday

Chapter 3: Safety

Chapter 4: Beginnings

Chapter 5: Requiem

Chapter 6: Reminiscence

Chapter 7: Peril

Chapter 8: Reality (5/15)

Chapter 9: Redemption (5/17)

Chapter 10: TBA

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Free Headers/Dividers Masterlist

If you’re looking to add some graphics to your Masterlist, please check out this list! All images are free for you to use - just please consider liking or reblogging 💕

Requests are Open (for SW and aesthetic requests), please submit them here!

Masterlist & Dividers

— Pink/Mauve (Star Wars)

— Din Djarin & Boba-themed

— Taupe and Teal (no fandom)

— Pastel Colors (Star Wars)

— Pastel Floral (dividers)

— Cute Pastel (dividers)

— Stars & Space | Sun/Gold (dividers)

— Stars & Space | Moon/Silver (dividers)

— Hearts (dividers)

— Fall Florals

— Art Deco

— The Batman

— The Last Of Us

— Din Djarin

Masterlists & Dividers (Requests)

— Bi-Pride Colors

— Forest-themed

— Golden-themed

— Orange-themed

— Red & Orange-themed

— Dark Blue (& R2D2)

— Burgundy & Gold

— Endor (Forest)

— Ace (Moon/Stars)

— Constellations (Blue/Green)

— Marvel Inspired

— Loki Inspired

— Seasonal Aesthetic

— Yellow-themed

— Windows/Webcore

— Misty Forests

Dividers (Requests)

— Purple, Pink & Blue Dividers

— Blue & Yellow Dividers

— Red & Yellow Dividers

— Warm Grey Dividers

— Pale Pink Dividers

— Sith-Inspired Dividers

— Heartbeat Dividers

— Orange & Green Dividers

— Black Hearts

— Lilac Hearts

— Pastel Blue Hearts

— Dark Romantic Florals

— Pastel Green & Blue Florals

— Lightsabers (classic & pastel)

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— Pastel Colors

— Pastel Purple

Navigation Header & Divider (Requests)

— Seafoam & Dark Teal

— Powder Blue

— Black Florals/Red Lace

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Dacre Montgomery Master List

Can't Fight This Feeling

Shower

Walk Down Memory Lane

Let Play A Game AU Ghostface

Morning

My Sunshine

Hunger 1 Part 2

You're My Light

A Summer Christmas

Now Or Never Part 1

Don't Delete The Lustful Kisses

Just A Work Out

Into You

End Of A New Beginning

One Day

Sorry

Blissfulness

Need You

[lillianasrose]

You don’t have to publish this ask, I just don’t want to be shunned by coming off of anon but would love to say something if you don’t mind!

I think a few blogs have come off a bit pushy, pressuring others to follow all these “new rules”. But they’re not the majority. What happened this week was very upsetting but things like community labels and not taking requests from anons are things that are going to wilt this community/section of the fandom quickly and won’t actually produce any meaningful change.

I mean, how many smut requests do you get OFF anon? Probably none like almost all of us. (Unless they’re from a friend/moot.) People tend to be embarrassed to request dirty things. And I think we can all agree that some of our best work has been because of a horny anon lol

I truly don’t think anyone will be upset if you don’t follow their new guidelines, no one here seems like the type to behave that way. Just a thought! If perhaps you were feeling the same way as many of us. You’re not alone, you absolutely won’t be the only blog publishing without a label (amongst other things) In fact I think you’d be apart of the majority. However, if following the new suggested rules makes YOU feel safer, you should continue to do so! I think checking your followers for minors/blanks is the best way to handle this.

I didn’t get a chance to read your new fic before you took it down, but I’m excited to when you republish! 💛

publishing this so other writers can see it.

the way you explained everything, was so clear and perfect. i thank you for your kind words, it kinda helped put me at ease.

i promise to publish again today!

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

→ in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

chapters with smut marked with *

spotify playlist.

ao3

masterlist:

PROLOGUE: A BET

HOUR ONE

HOUR TWO

HOUR THREE

HOUR FOUR

HOUR FIVE

HOUR SIX

HOUR SEVEN

HOUR EIGHT

HOUR NINE [coming soon]

HOUR TEN [coming soon]

HOUR ELEVEN* [coming soon]

HOUR TWELVE [coming soon]

HOUR THIRTEEN [coming soon]

HOUR FOURTEEN [coming soon]

HOUR FIFTEEN [coming soon]

HOUR SIXTEEN* [coming soon]

HOUR SEVENTEEN [coming soon]

HOUR EIGHTEEN [coming soon]

HOUR NINETEEN [coming soon]

HOUR TWENTY [coming soon]

HOUR TWENTY-ONE [coming soon]

HOUR TWENTY-TWO [coming soon]

HOUR TWENTY-THREE [coming soon]

HOUR TWENTY-FOUR [coming soon]

EPILOGUE [coming soon]

updates every thursday unless i mention otherwise! <3

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Chapter IV

Pairing: Emrys(OC) x Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Geralt discovers Emrys’ handiness with the blade

Warnings: Swearing, unresolved tension

Word Count: 852

A/N: This is one of my favorites hehe

Masterlist Chapter III Chapter V(soon)

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“Memories,” she finally said, answering his questioning stare. “Bad ones, mostly. It doesn’t matter,” she shook her head. She had been able to feel his gaze on her since she woke up that night. She hadn’t gone back to bed.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“Not far,” she answered. “Just out back with my sword for a couple hours.”

A small pause of silence. “But women don’t fight.” He said it as though it were a question, not with any underlying bitterness.

“That’s presumptuous of you,” she smiled. “My father taught me how to fight when I was old enough to wield a stick with two hands.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, away from the meal she was preparing. 

He hummed, saying nothing else. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she finished up what she was doing, bringing him a plate and setting hers down on the table before taking a seat. 

“If you don’t believe me,” she said between bites. “We can spar. I know you’ve got your swords.” She glanced at the corner where the Witcher’s swords were propped up. “You’ll need to be careful still, but I reckon your wound is nearly healed now.” There seemed to be an underlying sadness to that statement.

He looked a bit hesitant, but said, “Alright.”

She grinned. After they finished their meal, she stood, holding her hand out for the Witcher. “Shall we?”

He raised a brow, taking her hand and allowing her to help him up. Geralt acquired his steel sword from his pack and Emrys retrieved hers. She led him out to the back of the house, a small fenced in yard. 

She took up position opposite him, in a ready stance. She looked into his eyes, keeping her muscles loose and ready as she started to advance, leaving Geralt on the defense. She swung her blade in quick movements, and from an outside perspective, the footwork may have looked like a dance with the shine of their blades. 

The corners of the Witcher’s lips turned up slightly as his skill was nearly matched. He finally figured out that she wasn’t just some village girl. He started matching her swings with those of his own. It was like a sick game they were playing, a dance of death. Between strikes, she was left blocking her vitals.

It showed a special kind of trust that she placed in him not to harm her, but still protecting herself and fighting back. It was an odd kind of push-pull between the two, that any onlooker wouldn’t understand how the two were still alive.

The dance came to a halt when their blades locked. Emrys’ lips upturned as she stared the Witcher down. She recalled the lessons she was taught as a child, pushing back quickly against his blade with a force that surprised him as she flicked her wrist, twisting the swords and knocking the steel out of his grasp. She kicked it to the side, leveling the point of her sword at his throat.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. “On your knees, Witcher,” she said assertively, gaze flitting from the ground at his feet and slowly back up to his eyes.

If not for the playful glint in her eyes he would’ve been worried. The Witcher slowly sunk to his knees in front of her, looking up into her red eyes. “What will you do with me now?”

She hummed softly, debating her options before she slowly lowered the blade from his throat, stepping forward. With a soft smile she tilted the Witcher’s chin up, their lips centimeters apart. “Still think women can’t fight, sweetheart?” She muttered before stepping away and retrieving his blade.

Emrys could feel his gaze on her back as she picked up the heavy steel sword from where it had been discarded. Geralt was back on his feet by the time she turned around. His fingers grazed her knuckles as she handed him the blade, and if the Witcher could hear her heart skip a beat, he did not let on to it.

She cleared her throat and took a step back from him, “How’s the wound?”

“Stiff,” he said, face dropping back to easy neutrality. “I never thanked you.”

“It’s not necessary,” she smiled. “I’d like to be able to say I’ve done something good in my life.”

He hummed, twisting his sword in his palm between his fingers. “Thank you.”

“You are quite welcome, dear Witcher,” she bowed her head before walking back inside. “I suppose now that you’re almost healed, you’ll be back on the road soon?” She asked as he followed her into the small hut. 

“Monsters are everywhere,” he said. “I’ll stay a while longer.”

She didn’t want to admit her relief at the statement. Perhaps because she knew it was temporary, this feeling. She felt safer with him near, and she wasn’t looking forward to the day he left for good.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” she told him.

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A/N: You could slice the tension with a knife, and I love it. Unedited.

Enjoy my loves <3

Tag List: @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @toobsessedsstuff @rhirojo @band-of-brothers-memes @henryownsme

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I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back