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[wynnyfryd]

Schlocktober: A Fake Event Where Anything Goes

While other people are out here dropping Kinktober prompt lists with 9000 stipulations, I bring you this.

It's not a real October event, but it could be if you believe. The prompts are here for anyone to enjoy anyway.

Why "schlock"?

It means trash/junk, and that's the quality of content I'm striving for with these prompts. It's also fun to say.

But, y'know, if you want to take a prompt and turn it into a masterpiece of a whumpy longfic, go for it.

What fandom is this for?

Whatever fandom you want.

What ships can I write/draw?

Any of them.

Even [my fandom's most despised ship]?

Especially [your fandom's most despised ship].

What if I want to combine prompts? What if I want to write or draw things out of order? What if...

Go for it.

Are crossovers okay?

Do. Whatever. You. Want.

What if I want to create something problematic?

Send me the fucking link.

What does [prompt] mean?

You tell me. It's all open to interpretation.

Are there any rules at all?

Sure.

No AI use. If you need an LLM to write your schlock for you, consider a long walk off a short pier. If you need it to do your editing for you, use a beta reader instead. A stick figure drawn on the back of a napkin is better than soulless AI art.

Tag appropriately. 'Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings' means anything goes. 'No Archive Warnings Apply' means your work is guaranteed not to contain any of the major archive warnings (non-con, major character death, graphic violence, or underage sex).

No irl bigotry. Your characters can be problematic as all get out, but if you try to post a weird pro-JK Rowling essay or something you're not going in the collection, bud. Don't kill the vibes.

What are the vibes?

Just have fun.

But other people are having fun wrong!

Shut the fuck up.

Are you going to be doing this?

Probably not.

How do I participate?

There's an ao3 collection right here:

Schlocktober on ao3

Otherwise, just hashtag #schlocktober or something, idk. I don't expect anyone to actually do this.

Text version of the prompts under the cut.

Day 1:

Quadruple Fisting

Inappropriate Use of Labubus

Sex-Related Injury

Day 2:

Quesadilla Cocksleeve

Taking Notes During Sex and Grading It

MyPillow Humping

Day 3:

Erotically Burning Hair

Nostril Worship

Fuck or Live

Day 4:

Gap Tooth Kink

Pegging with a Square Peg

Peeling Sunburn

Day 5:

Not Squirting, Not Pee, but a Secret Third Thing

Nipple Sounding

Enemas to Lovers

Day 6:

Defiling a Puritan

Room Temperature Play

Edging on an Edge

Day 7:

Bidets

Too Many Legs

Shallow Throating

Day 8:

Lingerie Made of Crabs

Not Water Sports, but Water Leisure

Masturbation Pollen

Day 9:

Nonconsensual Consent (NCC)

Afterneglect

Last Time

Day 10:

Human Centipeding

Ball Slapping

Fuck or Die Trying

Day 11:

Sex on Meth

Plucking Hair by Hand

Harem on Strike

Day 12:

Second-Hand Creampie

Haggled Use

Age Progression

Day 13:

Cactus Insertion

Antibreeding Kink

Mechanical Bull

Day 14:

Banned on TikTok

Predator/Predator

Prey/Prey

Day 15:

Scissoring with Scissors

Butterplay

Cannon (Artillery) Compliant

Day 16:

Dueling Gloryholes

Inedible Cum

Purple Nurple

Day 17:

Pimple Popping

Lap Riverdance

Pain Without Pleasure

Day 18:

Nonconsensual Soloplay

Weakness Kink

Genital Swap (Not Whole Body)

Day 19:

Chip Clip Nipple Clamps

Spatchcocking

Wound Fucking

Day 20:

Boot Blasphemy

Understimulation

Gamma/Delta/Sigma (G/D/S)

Day 21:

CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Torture)

CBT (Cock and Ball Therapy)

Asparagus

Day 22:

Autocannibalism

Actual Jackhammering

Extrasensory Deprivation

Day 23:

Going in Dry

Aroused by the Smell of Rubber Cement

Sterilization Ritual

Day 24:

Genitals Stuck in Zipper

Ennui Kink

Earwax Wax Play

Day 25:

Actual Handcuffs (They're Under Arrest)

96ing

Sex as a Sedative

Day 26:

Hospice Roleplay

Gas Station Sex Pills

Balls So Blue They're Practically Purple

Day 27:

Extreme Temperature Cockwarming

Promiscuity Cage

Salt Daddy

Day 28:

Sex with Crocs

Anal Toeing

Breaking a Sex Contract

Day 29:

Coming in Someone Else's Pants

Clowns

Cloning Gone Wrong

Day 30:

Lube As Spit

Pet Work

Clear Showers (Character Is Adequately Hydrated)

Day 31:

Pumpkin Seed Snowballing

Candy Apple Coating

Ghost of a Sex Offender

[wynnyfryd]

Djo i mean...

[wynnyfryd]

bigs my eyes

[wynnyfryd]

Falsification Test

Written for the @steddiemicrofic August prompt “experiment” | wc: 398 | rated: M | cw: underage drinking, potential dubcon for mutually drunk but consensual kissing | tags: pre-relationship, pining Steve, Steve & Eddie & Robin & Nancy friendship, Fruity Four shenanigans, what’s a little kissing between friends? (those friends being Eddie and Nancy), Eddie possibly trying to make Steve jealous on purpose, hopeful ending

———

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Robin looks skeptical over her third beer.

“Nah.” Sprawled face-down on Steve’s living room rug, Eddie sighs. “Never found the occasion.”

Steve knows how shallow high schoolers can be, but he can’t believe that not a single girl could look at Eddie and see how amazing he is. Eddie, who’s so full of life that it can’t be contained, spilling out of him through long fingers and pink lips… Shit, Steve might be too drunk for this.

Then Nancy pipes up from next to Steve. “If you wanted to give it a try, I could help you out.”

Eddie wiggles onto his side to meet her gaze. “Seriously?”

“Sure,” she shrugs, sitting her beer bottle on the side table. “This way you won’t have it hanging over you if you meet a girl you actually want to kiss.”

It’s like a dream, or maybe a nightmare, watching Eddie crawl across the rug to kneel in front of Nancy’s corner of the couch. From Steve’s vantage point, he can see how dark Eddie’s eyes are, how they keep dropping to Nancy’s lips. If Eddie was looking at him like that… the thought has Steve grabbing a throw pillow to hide the growing tent in his jeans.

Eddie brushes Nancy’s hair back before settling his hand on her cheek. “Okay?” he asks.

Steve can’t hear Nancy’s response over the blood rushing in his ears but it must be affirmative, because before he can blink, Eddie is leaning in and kissing her with surprising confidence. He takes his time– a chaste peck, a couple more that linger, then he’s coaxing Nancy’s mouth open to tangle their tongues like he’s done it before. It goes on for one of the longest minutes of Steve’s life, the room silent beyond the wet sounds of their mouths meeting.

When they pull apart, Robin scoffs, “So much for never kissing anyone.”

“I said I never kissed a girl,” Eddie corrects, wiping spit from his lips.

Nancy giggles. “How was it?”

“Apologies, m’lady.” He lays a hand over his heart. “A perfectly fine experience, but you’re not really my type.” He gives the pillow in Steve’s lap a pointed look before meeting his gaze with a wink.

Steve’s stomach swoops like he’s going through a gate to the Upside Down; an apt comparison, since his reality just totally shifted. “You… me?”

[wynnyfryd]

thought experiment

ao3 Written for @steddiemicrofic August 2025 prompt, “experiment,” 398 words. Rated T, season 4, Scene Rewrite, the boathouse. cw: blood & dissociation 

Eddie can’t remember why he’s hiding at first, just knows that’s all he is now, animal instinct. Just heart, just lungs, sharp sweat of fear. Strange tilting feeling, like he’s looming over himself, disembodied classroom voice, Thought experiment: there’s a girl dying right in front of you. Do you save her or do you run?

Plastic smell against his mouth, thick, choking. Don’t move, don’t move, they’ll find you, they’ll know, why did you run, she was dying and you—

Noise near him. Voices, one rising in question. Don’t resolve themselves into words until—

“Henderson.” Low, a warning. Flash of recognition: school lockers, basketball court. Steve Harrington.

Why are you here? Eddie thinks wildly. Why are you here?

That distant, floating voice again. Because he knows. He knows what you did.

Movement right above him. Quiet sounds, too close: an inhale, someone crouching down.

“… Eddie?”

Time judders on, a movie missing frames, and Eddie comes back to himself with a scream tearing his throat, shard of glass in his hand. Sees it happen in jerky stop motion: Steve crouched in front of him, quick turn of his head so the glass doesn’t catch the corner of his eye, Chrissy’s eyes, her eyes, her EYES—

“Eddie.”

Steve still hasn’t moved. A thin slash across his cheek, wet beginnings of blood. He’s got an arm stretched out behind him, stay back, danger.

Warm fingers closing around Eddie’s wrist; it doesn’t make sense, Eddie thinks, abruptly woozy, why doesn’t it hurt?

“Eddie,” Steve says again. Practiced, surgeon-like calm. “You have to let go.”

Slow swallow. He wants, Eddie thinks, to not have to think anymore. For someone to tell him it’s not real.

Please, he prays, and doesn’t realise he’s said it aloud until Steve’s face twitches—flicker of something else underneath that deliberate calm. Line of blood down his cheek.

“Hey, your hand,” Steve says softly, which is how Eddie drops the glass—the broken bottle, that’s right, he’d picked it up when… when…

Sluggish sting, blood pooled in the flesh of his palm, dripping onto his jeans. Hands shaking.

Steve’s eyes, imploring. Voice echoing at the corners, “Hey, hey. Munson, breathe. It’s fine, you barely got me—” His hand moves from Eddie’s wrist to the back of his neck, firm pressure, “Listen, deep breaths—”

Thought experiment, Eddie thinks, right on the edge of a faint. Despite everything, Steve Harrington understands.

[wynnyfryd]

nothing more satisfying than writing a line you know is delicious and then having it quoted back to you eight times in the comments

AO3 easy trick: sometimes when I want to leave a comment on a fic but I dont know what to say specifically I'll just paste my favorite line(s)/little paragraph and then write something like "I loved this so much/this fic is amazing" or even just a string of hearts.

writers love knowing what lines stuck the most and this way you don't need to elaborate too much of your own

[wynnyfryd]

Corroded Coffin has been on tour for the last couple months and they got a couple more to go. It’s been fun. A dream come true, really.

They’re playing bigger crowds every night, selling merch, meeting fans. They kidnapped someone but…

“Roll that back?”

“More like, Eddie kidnapped someone,” Gareth clarified. “That’s what I’m going to tell the police anyways.”

The silence from their manager’s side of this phone call is deafening so Eddie speaks up, “I didn’t kidnap him. I forgot he was on the bus and we left the state.”

“Felony kidnapping.”

“Shut up, Gareth,” Eddie waves off. “He’s fine.”

“He woke up screaming.”

“That’s because of the last time I was kidnapped,” Steve pipes up and then when Eddie gives him a look - and yeah, like. He doesn’t want this guy to get in trouble - he adds, “Which this is not that. It’s different.”

“See, it’s different.”

“You’re not going to make me get in a hole,” Steve nods. “Or torture me under the mall.”

There’s silence and then, “Dude, what is your life?”

[wynnyfryd]

[wynnyfryd]

Joe + screaming his heart out

[wynnyfryd]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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Eddie sighs with his chin cupped in his hand. “You’re so dreamy and fuckable and hot, send tweet.”

“Did you just say ‘send tweet’ out loud?”

“Annoying, too. Send—”

“—I’m unplugging your computer.”

A laugh like an alarm clock when you went to bed too late. “It’s a laptop, sweetheart.” Another swooning sigh, “God, you’re lucky I’m so into your peepaw shenanigans.”

[wynnyfryd]

Steve: Yeah, I used to like Robin but it didn’t work out.

Eddie: *Looks over at Robin*

Robin: *Dressed in baggy slacks and suspenders, a plaid button-up shirt, a blazer, thick-soled Doc Martins and a million chunky rings, bracelets, and chain necklaces.* *Choppy, short hair* *and a THUMB RING* *leaning against the wall next to Vickie* *clearly trying to be charming* *and kind of succeeding*

Eddie: I… can’t imagine why, honestly.

[wynnyfryd]

I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu

[wynnyfryd]

No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. We’re horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will — fuck, hang on, let me start again.

[wynnyfryd]

Corroded Coffin has been on tour for the last couple months and they got a couple more to go. It’s been fun. A dream come true, really.

They’re playing bigger crowds every night, selling merch, meeting fans. They kidnapped someone but…

“Roll that back?”

“More like, Eddie kidnapped someone,” Gareth clarified. “That’s what I’m going to tell the police anyways.”

The silence from their manager’s side of this phone call is deafening so Eddie speaks up, “I didn’t kidnap him. I forgot he was on the bus and we left the state.”

“Felony kidnapping.”

“Shut up, Gareth,” Eddie waves off. “He’s fine.”

“He woke up screaming.”

“That’s because of the last time I was kidnapped,” Steve pipes up and then when Eddie gives him a look - and yeah, like. He doesn’t want this guy to get in trouble - he adds, “Which this is not that. It’s different.”

“See, it’s different.”

“You’re not going to make me get in a hole,” Steve nods. “Or torture me under the mall.”

There’s silence and then, “Dude, what is your life?”

[wynnyfryd]

does anyone want to give me an assignment and make sure i actually do it and maybe give me an A+?