#nancy drew inspired au

[mizu-writes-kumo]

Pairing: New Dream

Rating/Warning: T, mentions of death, curses

Summary:

“Oh my lips right now, Rapunzel, is a curse.  One that I will release the moment I die, should you decide to kill me again.”  Gothel stated in a tone that was a cruel promise.  “It will kill Eugene if you ever act on your feelings for each other.”  -- New Dream Week - Day 5: Forbidden Love

AN: Is this a Nancy Drew!Tangled Au, why yes, yes it is. I started the new Nancy Drew season at the same time found New Dream week. They combined, and a whole AU formed, and I am down for it.

Thank you to @seadrreams, @autumn-sundrop, and @the-writer1988 for putting on this week.

[rosfusion]

Rosfusion (a fusion AU fanwork event)

Art by @dr-lemurr

The Rosfusion event is a chance to blend the Roswell, New Mexico universe with any other media universe that contains characters with powers or supernatural entities or elements. Examples include: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, CW's Nancy Drew, Charmed, Shadowhunters, and so on. Fanworks in all forms welcome!

Tag: #rosfusion2025

AO3 Collection: Rosfusion

Deadline: 24 January 2025

(Inspired by this tumblr post, which considers what might happen when two frequent "A+ parenting" tag recipients, Jesse Manes and John Winchester, meet.)

[freakura]

if i remember to post this and not just keep it in my drafts forever because i'm too lazy to post this shit at 2 am. new oc dropped ace attorney style. meet river heights, my agent of chaos and most competent detective that is still alive and employed. kinowing this series' track record.

there's some info ab her as well as some au doodles & info below the cut if you're interested. stay silly >:)

about river: river heights is a detective known to be phoenix wright's friend, someone he met through his mentor before her untimely death. she is a detective helps him out sometimes when she's not actively involved in whatever is going on OR is busy doing something else entirely. <-- this happens a lot because she loves her job so much that it is 70% of her hobbies and takes up 90% of her free time.

she is very loosely based off of nancy drew because that was my favorite detective series growing up, and inspired the concept of river as a.. detective. yeah. her name is an explicit reference to that, and many of the notable cases she's solved during her long, LONG career (started unofficially at the age of 12, 13 and officially at around 15) are also inspired by the book series.

she is (or was, i suppose) romantically involved with mia fey and diego armando/godot.... polycule win forever and ever. i hope you guys enjoy her.

au doodles and info about them below vv

left: au where godot doesn't die in jail or wtv after bttb. river stays in the us instead of leaving to cope with her grief and gets to bully phoenix into breaking up with his toxic situationship (kristoph gavin.) so they can ruin his life.

center au: evil au where after everything that's happened to her river snaps and starts fucking shit up for everyone. hundreds die. thousands blackmailed. she becomes what she swore to oppose, and looks so hot doing it.

right au: instead of a regular detective, river is a paranormal detective! aka the phasmophobia au. ghost hunting is an actual recognized part of the law and legal proceedings, used to crack cases where there is seemingly no evidence left to find, and river is one of the best investigators out there. after getting disbarred, phoenix joins his best friend on these investigations - with the spirits of mia fey and godot staying behind to help as well?

[devondespresso]

little ficlet made from this writing game i made up!

G | 835 words | Steddie, fantasy/DnD au | open (but not sad) ending

Songs that inspired this (in order): The Chain (Fleetwood Mac 4:32), Barracuda (Heart 4:25), Crazy On You (Heart 4:54), Dont Fear the Reaper (Blue Oyster Cult 5:09), You Can Go Your Own Way (Fleetwood Mac 3:39), California Dreamin’ (The Mamas And The Papas 2:43), Love Alive (Heart 4:19), Moonage Daydream (David Bowie 4:40), Separate Ways (Journey 4:26), Hold The Line (Toto 3:59), Carry On My Wayward Son (Kansas 5:24)

<< dividers by the lovely @/saradika-graphics >>

They’d been traveling for days. 

Steve and his knights and the caravan they guarded, followed by Dustin and the other squires and a few more tagalongs just for good measure.

They wandered lands and fought many a beast in their time, Steve and Robin and Dustin and Erica together for the most of it, but all of them had fought side by side at some point in time. This quest was not supposed to be like those others. An escort, maybe some simple tussles with bandits, like practice at their very worst. That’s what they all expected.

None of them had seen it. Not even Nancy, keenest eyes in their party, not even Dustin, brightest mind amongst them.

One moment they were wandering the woods and the next the horses ran, broke out into a sprint with riders screaming from their backs and a few knights and squires chasing after them.

Steve and Robin drew their swords and braced back to back while the squires allerted the rest of their party. But the shadow flitted across Steve’s vision, quick and formless, before taking Dustin and diving off into the woods.

Steve screamed and directed Robin to stay before bolting after them, following Dustin’s calls into the woods. He chased and chased but the sounds got farther and farther, rustling dying down into the ambiance of the woods, Dustin’s voice only an echo in his mind, but Steve still ran. Desperate and wild through the undergrowth, hoping that trying just a little more, just a little harder, would get him closer.

It didn't. Steve lost all trace of the sounds, of where they went, of where he even was. 

Steve stopped at a tree, nearly collapsing into it as he caught his breath. 

Within moments he shucked off his helmet and stood again, looking around and listening more, but still all he caught was his own panting. 

Quiet. And panting.

His panting got heavier. Wetter. Stuttering and gaspy, until the only sound that filled the woods was his broken scream.

Steve let his helmet hit the ground next to him as he looked around again, desperate for any sign of them, not ready to accept that Dustin could be gone. He ran a hand over his face before looking back down at his sword, hanging limp from one hand, unused.

“Thank you.” said a voice from behind him, eerily familiar, and Steve jumped around to see–

“For coming for me,” Dustin said, smiling a closed, toothless smile, “But you don’t have to worry anymore.”

Steve stared at the not-Dustin in front of him for a moment longer before turning and looking around, scouting the trees around them for any more threats. But the woods were empty. Emptier than they had any right to be.

“What do you want?” Steve said, turning back to find not-Dustin looking exactly as he did before.

Not-Dustin blinked at him, smile unchanged, eyes stagnant.

“What do you want?” Steve gritted out, and not-Dustin didn’t move. “Where’s Dustin? What–”

“He’s back with the others.” a new voice said from behind him.

Steve jumped around to look at it, but found no one there. He turned back to Not-Dustin, just in time to watch the kid’s image go fuzzy and fade away.

“What the hell do you want!” Steve yelled, glaring at the woods all around him, clenching his sword tighter.

“Three strikes babe.” the voice said, to the left of him this time, and as Steve jumped to look at him, his eyes finally landed on a dark figure, leaning against a tree just a few too many paces out of reach. “You’d think with three unanswered tries that you’d start asking something different now.”

Steve stared down the figure, silhouette vague and almost liquid against the dark behind him, and said nothing.

The figure looked back for a moment, glints of eyes barely visible before the figure looked away, shaking his head.

“You’re not a very fun conversationalist, you know that?”

“I’m just returning the favor.”

The figure huffed, and wandered barely into the light.

Steve’s grip tightened around his sword again as inky black hair, heavy plum cloak, and long winding horns entered the sparse sunlight. But the figure stopped, still paces away, and held his hand up where they were visible, parting the cloak to reveal filthy bandages wrapped around his torso and the single glimmering stone hung from his neck.

“I have a job for you.” The man muttered, eyeing Steve just as carefully.

Steve stared at the stranger in shock for a moment before sighing and cautiously sheathing his sword.

“And you’ve never heard of a letter?”

“You ever hear of the Royal Guard? Or a sheriff?” The man bit back. “Or how about bandits? Your average nosy varlet?”

“Alright.” Steve huffed. “Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Eddie,” The man said, taking a deep breath to steel himself before looking back up to meet Steve’s eyes. “And I just want my Uncle back.”

[lioniheart]

Guys I made another AU with too many details that I have no idea how to execute!

It's a heist AU vaguely (super) inspired by Ocean's Eight (I've never seen the other movies with the guys)

Staring:

–>Steve Harrington as Stefano James Harrington, hair-dresser turned pick pocketing machine

–>Steve's Mom as Stefanía Caputo-Harrington, ex-mafia princess, but shh that's a plot device

–>Steve's Dad as Richard James Harrington, business man who's actually a bitch

–>Eddie Munson as Theodore Edward Munson, the grease monkey getaway driver

–>Wayne Munson as Wayne Edward Munson, the unaware worried uncle

–>Jim Hopper as Jim Hopper, co-heist leader, but mostly just the muscles

–> Robin Buckley as Robin 'Bobbie' Buckley, Steve's roommate slash soulmate slash linguist expert (we're going international baby)

–> Nancy Wheeler as Nancy Drew Wheeler, famous investigative reporter trying to uncover the Hopper-Byers operation

–> Chrissy Cunningham as Christina Helena Juárez Cunningham, the argentinian billionaire's daughter, getting married for business propositions and also, the target

–> Other casting decisions TBD

[pluckysidekick]

Happy Sleuthmas @pressdbtwnpages! For @secretsleuthexchange I’ve written you a Space AU inspired by the world of Firefly: Nace: A Space Odyssey !

From your very first Nancy Drew fic I’ve been obsessed with your writing. I was so excited to dig into the world of Firefly for this story. In it the Drew Crew become the crew of the spaceship Florence led by their captain, Nancy (of course). On the lush planet Ceres for a simple job and some R&R, Nancy and her trusty pilot Ace visit a mysterious community where they encounter some familiar faces. Chaos quickly ensues, drawing them closer than they’ve ever been. Will they be able to admit their feelings, and rescue their passengers?

Preview:

“May I get a cup of the local tea?”

“It isn’t teatime!”

“Nancy, you’re here! Do you have time for a treatment? Is Ace with you?”

Nancy marched over to the tub and pulled the mask from Bess’ face none too gently.

“We’re on the run from a sex cult with two teenagers and a cat. Please get out now!”

Read more on Ao3

Special thanks to my friend @likestosolvethepuzzle who helped me shape this story, and who went above and beyond as my beta.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  Atleastwritingisfun! @drew-pictures has 18 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 15 of them are in the Steddie tag!.

@writingordinaryrealities recommends the following works by @drew-pictures:

Tales of Hawkins

forget-me-nots

As It Was

"Atleastwritingisfun has such fantastic characterization even for minor characters and writes fantastic interpersonal relationships! "-- @writingordinaryrealities

Below the cut, @drew-pictures answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I started writing Steddie long after S4 was done because fandom twitter dragged me in with their delicious fanart. I hadn’t been in a proper fandom before Stranger Things (I’d loved fandoms before but was always too nervous to participate in fan culture till this ship). I really love the way they’re foils to one another but also what their ship has meant to a lot of the way I view my queerness/transness through that lens of fictional fun, and I think kissing is pretty cool.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

OH, I LOVE HISTORICAL AUs. I haven’t written them myself, but I would LOVE to. I also adore good enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, found family, hurt/comfort, and marriage of convenience.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Friends to Lovers, Found Family, and Queer themes. I love including slice-of-life content and comedy, and there’s something so delicious about bringing aspects of my own queer-knit family into my work.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I HAVE SO MANY but here are my top 5: The potential of us by emchant3d Paint the Devil on the Wall by MuseumGiftShopEraser All Eyes on Me in the Center of the Ring by a_lil_a_lot too good to be true by Ayes Don't Know How To Fall by maraschinobomb

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I have plans to write a historical (inspired loosely by Bridgerton's settings) AU at the moment, and also expanding on several fics I already have up! I also REALLY want to write an enemies to lovers on where Eddie’s a metal star and Steve’s a popstar hehe TROPE AS OLD AS TIME.

What is your writing process like?

I love making outlines! I also send everything to my friend Romi and we both run silly with my ideas. I also send her screenshots of my work and beta-read things together. It’s so special to me - Romi is so special to me.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I will ALWAYS make things an examination of queerness and gender even if it’s not the focus of the fic. This is mostly since writing my first fic (which was very standard Eddie moves into Steve’s etc) and has continued in almost every fic I’ve written.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

A mix! I tend to participate in events to keep me up to date and motivated (deadlines help me so much), but I usually do it at my own pace because I tend to reedit chapters a LOT after I finish them.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Dancing In The Dark. It was the first fic I included my trans experience and drag work. Some of the outfits Steve wears are carbon copies of drag outfits I’ve made. It was almost my first attempt at proper outlining and planning.

How did you get the idea for Tales of Hawkins?

Naethan Apollo’s Tales From Cazilor! It was based on one of his D&D Campaigns and it got me thinking about the campaigns I run as a DM. I wanted a redo of my first ever fic (As It Was), returning to domestic fluff and learning about yourself through D&D. I wanted to incorporate my trans journey into it through Steve and Eddie (and Nancy).

When writing Tales of Hawkins, what was something you didn’t expect?

How much I’d come to love the content through the comments. Everyone was so incredibly sweet and it felt like I had this small book club and it made me ugly cry when I got that first comment.

What inspired forget-me-nots?

My wife.

What was your favorite part to write from forget-me-nots?

Writing it while my wife and I were on holiday.

How do/did you feel writing As It Was?

Nervous. I hadn’t written any Steddie fics yet and was so new to this fandom space - I barely spoke to anyone and I was so scared I was doing things ‘wrong’ with my characterisation. I made so many friends through that fic.

What was the most difficult part of writing As It Was?

Coming up with a proper plot. For the most part I was winging it and sometimes I felt like I was making a bunch of easily fixable mistakes but I was posting faster than I was checking. It was verbal vomit sometimes and I’m both honoured and embarrassed it got nominated (ilu whoever said this fic was a fav of theirs)

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

[From Tales of Hawkins]:  The phone call between Steve and Nancy when Steve calls Robin after the fight, but Nancy picks up instead. Steve and Eddie meet by chance at Lover’s Lake [From dancing in the dark]:  When Eddie asks if he can roll a d4 to decide whether to take Steve’s shirt or shorts off first when they’re having sex.  When Steve puts on a skirt for the first time

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Nothing Steddie related YET I’m still planning hehe :3c but I have things in the works I am just such a SLOW WRITER I’m so sorry haha

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

You are the best version of yourself when you let the person you’re nurturing inside you out. I promise you, your queerness is beautiful. Survive to love, survive to experience joy, survive because you deserve to.

Thank you to our author, @drew-pictures, and our nominator,@writingordinaryrealities! See more of Atleastwritingisfun's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[munsonmuses]

Noise Complaint

Modern day AU

College Boy Eddie Munson x RA Reader

Inspiration credit to my dear friend Bug, who listens to my ramblings about being an RA at my teeny little university. And dropped the idea of Eddie being a resident. Thank you @munson-blurbs

Warnings: Shameless smut with light buildup, definitively just a bunch of hate fucking, p in v, oral (reader receiving) reader has female anatomy but isn’t referred to directly as a woman, light choking, creampies, light amateur bondage, Eddie is a shithead and kind of a bully (and kind of a kinky mf)

Word Count: 2.6k

This is mostly to tide y’all over until the next chapter of Spiritual Reserves

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You carefully walked your weekly Thursday night rounds of the building, each floor more boring than the last. A menial task between desk shifts, programs, door decs, duty phone calls and staff meetings. Lightly drumming your hands along your hips as you listened to your music through your earbuds. Humming along to Moonwalker as you finished your rounds on the fifth floor. Keying into your room and flipping down on your bed, going to close your eyes.

Until violently interrupted by the incessant ringing of your duty phone, picking up and frowning deeply to yourself. “Thank you for calling the Creel Hall Duty Phone, what seems to be the problem?” You spoke in a customer service voice, carefully waiting before hearing a familiar sigh as you quirked a brow. “Nancy?”

Your coworker, Nancy Wheeler worked the front desk while you did rounds, and called you every Thursday around midnight. Each time it was the same thing.

“Hey um, Jason Carver called again, about being unable to stay in his dorm room, as his roommate is playing music too loudly, as always…” she spoke softly as you pushed yourself to sit up, sighing in frustration.

“Room three forty nine right? Down the west wing…it’s Eddie Munson? Again?” You asked, earning a confirming hum as you wished her goodbye and pushed to your feet. Slipping on your house shoes and making the trek down to the third floor.

As you descended the stairs, the loud screeching of an electric guitar through a well abused amp grew louder. Causing your brain to rattle as you grit your teeth. Pushing down the hall and stopping at the door. There was a white board stuck to the front, with a messily scrawled poll on it, something that changed each week. Likely Munson’s doing. Although a bit of a social reject, he took attention in any way he could get it. Much to your chagrin as you pounded on the door.

And again…

And again.

By the third knock, the playing stopped as the door flew open, Eddie Munson stood with a shit eating grin. Currently chewing on spearmint gum that wafted on his breath as you crinkled your nose. Wearing nothing more than black sweats wearing the schools logo, his rings, and his hair in a low bun. Tattoos littering his arms and chest, a tattoo of gnashing fangs on his ribs as you rolled your eyes.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Did someone narc again, or do you just wanna see me that bad, trying to sneak a free concert mmm?” He asked with a grin as you cleared your throat.

“You do this every goddamn Thursday. If it’s not loudly playing music? It’s you and your idiot friends racing the halls. Or you holding the main lobby hostage, or losing your id and getting locked out. It’s only ever on Thursdays. If anyone wants to see anyone bad, it’s you wanting to see me-“ you hissed as you jutted your chin towards the inside of his room. Signaling you wanted to be let in as he gallantly threw his arm out, gesturing for you to enter as he bowed lightly. Earning a sneer from you as he relished in your contempt. He drew a sort of joy from your anger in him, the attention was invigorating. In being refused love so much by his peers in high school, he’d learned to adore the hate that was sent his way.

Hate festers, it meant he was always in the minds who despised him, like a catchy commercial jingle from the early 2000’s.

He watched as you poked around his half of the room. Littered with posters, lewd art, and piles of clean and dirty clothes. The light smell of sweat, spearmint and pine coming with him as you scoffed lightly at him.

His amp was in the center of the floor right by the foot of his bed, something you clearly missed as you fell, landing flat on your stomach and chin on the cold tile with a sturdy thud. Groaning in pain as Eddie’s smile faltered and he immediately walked over, offering a hand to help you up.

“Holy shit I am so sorry, are you okay?” He asked as he held his hand out to you, watching as you took his forearm in your hand, before yanking him down as he met the same fate. Harshly hitting the floor as you laughed at him harshly. Snorting at him as he held his mouth, his two front teeth having lightly punctured his lip. Not enough to split it, but enough to draw blood.

“You are the only resident I have problems with…” you started as you glared at him harshly. “You’re loud, messy, pushy, you torment the hall-“ you continued as he glowered at you while sitting up.

Licking the blood from his bottom lip, he looked at you bitterly as he quietly listened, cutting you off.

“You’re a prissy, shrill, overly sensitive brat-“ he hissed, big eyes dark as he looked you over as you hummed.

“I’m doing my job Munson, I get paid to do this-“ you hissed as you looked at his lips. Full, pouty, with the crimson stain of fresh blood.

“You need to get fucking laid, maybe then you’ll pull the stick out of your ass-“ he snapped as he leaned in closer. “Stuck up bitch.”

“Idiot.” You hissed back, getting closer as you bumped the tip of your nose with his own, earning a growl from Eddie.

Your skin was prickling with heat as you stared him down. Trying not to fold as you felt his breath fanning across your lips.

Before you could fully process, he pushed his lips against yours. Harsh and feverish as you groaned into his mouth. The light taste of iron mingling with the spearmint in his mouth as you shuddered lightly. Letting him pull you in tight by your sweatshirt as you ran a hand up the back of his neck. Undoing his bun as you tangled your fingers into the base of his scalp, brown trellises of hair tangling around your fingers.

“I fucking hate you,” you hissed as you pulled back for air, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. Discarding his gum and pulling you to stand with him.

Backing you up, he pushed you up against the metal and wood bed frame that held his shambles of bedding. Continuing his kissing at you as he pawed at your sweatshirt, getting it off and over your head as you shuddered. His hands so warm opposed to the cold trapped within the room.

“For a total bitch? You have great tits…” he murmured as he lightly took hold of them. Large and calloused hands groping and squeezing, earning soft whines and heavy breaths from you as he laughed. His thumb and forefinger taking hold of your stiffening nipples, lightly pinching and twisting as you whined out his name, clearly worked up as he laughed lightly to himself.

“You’re a lot nicer to listen too when you’re not bitching at me…” he mumbled in your ear, lightly nipping at the lobe as you shuddered harshly.

Trailing your hands down his chest, you worked your fingers down, stopping over the stiff outline of his cock as you lightly ran your hand over him and earned a light but deep groan from him. Working your other hand into his waistband as you went to work his sweats off. Earning a harsh pinch on your left nipple as you looked at him.

“We’re doing this my way. I’m in charge now.” He insisted harshly. “Now, up on the bed.” He pat your hip to motivate you, watching as you used the step stool to get up and sit on the mattress. Watching as he rooted around in his closet quietly.

He apparently found what he was searching for, coming over with a well worn black belt in hand. Quietly climbing into the bed alongside you as he hummed.

In silence, he took your wrists, wrapping the belt around them firmly, and around the wooden bar at his headboard. Pulling tight as he checked to make sure they weren’t so tight he’d cut off circulation. Once sure, he hummed in approval and lightly pat your cheek. “Good, you look so pretty like this…” he cooed down at you, watching as you chewed on your lower lip and nodded lightly. The confidence in you dwindling.

“You’re a lot prettier when you’re not making everyone’s ears bleed you cu-“ you were cut off by a harsh kiss, his hand lightly making its way up your stomach and chest. A gentle pressure applied to the sides of your throat. A gentle choking sensation applied as you moaned lightly into his mouth. Feeling his cock twitching against your thigh as you gave into the kiss.

Eddie pulled back for air, lightly patting your cheek as he released his light hold on your throat. Sliding his way back down to the edge of the bed.

His hands took hold of your waistband, working off your shorts and underwear agonizingly slow. Eyes trained on yours as you whined lightly.

“Hurry the fuck up-“ you hissed out as Eddie smacked your inner thighs lightly. Glaring at you as he rolled his eyes. “You’re so fucking impatient…” he muttered before working his hand further in, humming as he lightly cupped you in his hand. Running his middle finger up your slit. Stopping at your clit as he worked in small, circular motions. Watching your face as your lashes fluttered and your mouth formed a soft ‘o’ shape. “There we go, see? I can do a lot more with these hands besides playing guitar like a fucking god…” he hummed out softly as he continued. Drawing soft moans from you as he nodded.

Applying a bit more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, he laughed lightly as he gently worked on getting you relaxed. He was a dick, but he was considerate. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this…all pink in the face, mouth open…let’s give them some real noise to complain about,” you could see him cringe a bit at his statement, cocky and a bit cheesy.

He pulled your legs apart slowly, bowing his head down as he placed soft and deep kisses along your inner thighs and trailing inwards. His lips stopping at your clit as he pressed a slow and deep kiss to it, humming lightly as he tentatively listened for your reaction. Wanting to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable or unhappy with his actions.

“Eddie don’t tease…fucking hell.” You hissed as he laughed lightly. Taking it a step further as he lightly sucked on your clit, circling it slowly with his tongue and applying tentative amounts of pressure. Earning a full moan from you as he carefully worked on his middle finger. Pressing in slowly as he curled and flexed his finger. Getting you to cum first was his goal.

He kept his ministrations going, refusing to let up unless asked as he laughed lightly. Sending vibrations through you as you arched your back lightly, pressing further into his face. “Fuck! Eddie keep going-“ you demanded as he eased in a second finger. Beginning the slow thrusting and curling. Flexing his fingers apart as he increased the pressure on your clit. Feeling your walls flutter around his fingers as he sped up. Getting a bit overeager as your thighs clamped around his head and squeezed.

Your eyes rolled back as you cried out desperately, babbling. Eddie was right, you did need to get laid. The stress of the job was melting off your shoulders as the knot in your lower abdomen came undone. Earning a desperate cry from you as you came, soaking his mouth and chin as he hummed. Pulling his fingers out as he worked in his tongue slowly, humming as he made his way back up and eventually pulled away entirely. Sitting up as he looked at you.

“So fucking good…” he eased both fingers into your mouth, urging you to taste yourself as he hummed. “See sweetheart,” he crooned, laughing lightly to himself as he pulled his digits from your obedient mouth. Patting your cheek lightly and getting to work on removing his own bottoms.

His cock was undeniably hard, unable to be ignored as he hummed and slowly stroked himself. His other hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head down to get a look at him.

“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off of me, I want you to watch me fuck you…” he ordered as you nodded your head lightly, watching as he lined himself up, and got to work.

Pushing into you, he groaned lightly. Watching as your mouth fell slack and lashes fluttered. Grinning in pride as he eased in inch by inch. Panting and rambling praise as he bottomed out within you. Holding your hips firmly in his hands as he lightly rolled his hips.

“So fucking gorgeous, you take my cock so well honey…” he took hold of your calves. Bending your legs up and back before pulling them upwards over his shoulders. Pressing light kisses to your ankles and calves, before biting down lightly as he took a deep and long thrust.

Your head fell back, eyes rolling back as you moaned desperately. Unable to fight the pleasure that washed over you in overwhelming waves. Moaning desperately as you clenched your fists and whined desperately. “Don’t fucking stop, good god-“ you growled out as you took each bruising thrust. Eddie was filled with lust and stamina, his hips knocking into the backs of your thighs as you grinned. “So good-“ you whined lightly.

Eddie laughed to himself as he listened, his thrusts deep and overdrawn as he rocked into you. Each thrust felt deeper than the last, the pressure building up was addicting. His necklace thumping with each thrust against his chest. Your breasts lightly bouncing as he drank in the sight of you. You were gorgeous underneath him. Fucked out and pliant as he pat your cheek.

“Don’t stop looking at me sweetheart. Look at what you do to me…look at how good you make me feel.” He ordered as he felt himself getting worked up, losing a bit of control as he grinned to himself:

He leaned forward, pressing your legs into your chest as he angled your hips upwards. Causing him to reach deeper inside you, grinning. “You’re squeezing me real good, see, you can be real nice to have around…nicer to look at from this angle at least~” he cooed in a patronizing manner as he grinned.

The cacophony of moans, thrusts, panting, and the creaking of the mattress felt ridiculously loud. Flooding your brain and making your brain feel like putty as the pressure in your abdomen grew. Stomach growing tight as you whined.

“Eddie? I’m gonna cum-“ you whined as he laughed lightly.

“Not yet honey, not till I say…” he insisted as he kept his thrusts going. Making sure to hold you firmly in place beneath him. He was drunk on you.

“I’m getting close sweetheart, so what you’re gonna do is cum with me…okay? Can you do that?” He punctuated each question with a harsh thrust as you nodded your head obediently. “Good-“ he hummed as he carefully sped up, leaning down ad he pressed impossibly deeper.

Nose to nose with you, he hummed. His breaths growing ragged as he held onto your chin. “Now-“ he pushed.

You let go, whining as a searing white wave of pleasure rolled over you. Your orgasm rocking you as you whined. Coming back from your delirium as you felt the heat of his own orgasm filling you. His light rutting causing some to spill over as you whined and groaned.

Pressing a light kiss to your lips, Eddie hummed. “Same time next Thursday?”

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[perfectpurls]

Flufftober was an absolute blast this year! I wrote about 34k words across 11 fics, covering 26 regular prompts and using 5 of the alts! Three more fics using 5 of the remaining 10 prompts are still on my "to write" list, so I'll probably work on those in the near future In the meantime, here's my round up, sorted by fandom:

Nancy Drew

Citrus & Cloves: Ace realizes he's in love with Nancy when a spell makes him smell citrus and cloves. (favorite scent; ingredients & spells, "wait, you love me?"-"I always have")

Ace's Coat: The first winter after they break the curse, Nancy notices Ace being weird about his coat. (hoodie weather; "I can't find it")

Trapped in a Cabin: Nancy and Ace get stuck in a cabin after a case. (acorn, chestnut, pine cone; chopping & piling wood; only one bed; afternoon stroll)

Rainy Day: On the anniversary of breaking the curse, Nancy plans a special day with Ace. Unfortunately for her, the universe has other plans. (rainy day; porch swing)

the only memory is us (kissing in the moonlight): When George loses her memories of the supernatural, Tristan steps in to help. ("this is spooky"-"really?"; bewitched; comfort food; make a wish)

The Case of the Haunted Tech Billionaire: When Ace is concerned his new house might be haunted less than two weeks before Nick and George's wedding, there's only one person he can ask for help. (heirloom; haunted house)

pouring out my hopes and dreams to you: Nancy never wanted to work at the Claw. The job is a drag, and she can’t manage to get on her coworkers’ good sides. The only good part about the job is it gives her time to talk to EagleScout98, who may be as dedicated to solving mysteries as she is. A “She Loves Me” AU. (mistaken identity; “Don’t do that” – “But…”; yarn)

Hudson & Rex

Runaway Rex: Rex has a habit of running away from his pet sitter. Luckily for Charlie, he runs right into Sarah. (lost pet meet cute)

Stormy Night: Sarah turns to Charlie for comfort after a nightmare. (stormy night; lucky charm; "I've got you")

Julie and the Phantoms

Bonfire: Julie hasn't written music in over a year. Not since her mom died, anyway. But when she hears a mysterious guitar on the night of the senior class bonfire, inspiration strikes. (bet, game, contest; yes, no, maybe; bonfire)

Twisters

Campus Visit: It's Kate's first day of her re-started PhD program, and what she needs more than anything is moral support. Luckily, Tyler's there every step of the way. (Left, other left!; attic, cellar, hidden room; "what are you wearing?" - "It's laundry day!"; "I hate it" - "no, you don't")

Thanks to the team at @flufftober for hosting such a wonderful event! I can't wait for next year's prompts!

[ao3feed-nace]

pouring out my hopes and dreams to you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/itljRop by melbelle310 Nancy never wanted to work at the Claw. The job is a drag, and she can’t manage to get on her coworkers’ good sides. The only good part about the job is it gives her time to talk to EagleScout98, who may be as dedicated to solving mysteries as she is. A “She Loves Me” AU. Flufftober prompts mistaken identity (6), “Don’t do that” – “But…” (9), yarn (19) All Ships Ship Week day 6: Inspired by a song Words: 7779, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Nancy Drew (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Ace (Nancy Drew), Nancy Drew, Bess Marvin, George Fayne, Ned Nickerson, Laci McAllister Relationships: Ace/Nancy Drew Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Social Media, Inspired by She Loves Me (Musical), Enemies to Friends to Lovers (sort of) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/itljRop

[mizu-writes-kumo]

So I started writing more Roleswap Tangled AU last week. Thinking it was just easily another part. Only to find out I had to break that into two parts.

I have one part finished, but I am waiting to finish the second part to start posting.

Bare with me, I try to write an hour in the morning before getting ready for work, and on the weekends. (And at night when I can, though I try to avoid because I can get sucked in and will go to bed too late). Hopefully i post it after this weekend.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

How about a Jonsa Nancy Drew AU? Ned Nickerson--Jon; Nancy Drew--Sansa; George--Arya; Bess--Beth Cassel or Jeyne Poole Sansa could be the only child of busy lawyer Eddard Stark. Hannah--Old Nan.

I've definitely considered it before, since Nancy Drew was the first piece of media I ever got obsessed with. I read all the books, I collected them from yard sales and flea markets and antique stores, I even played the computer games (with my sister bc I was too anxious to control Nancy. big sis navigated, I did the puzzles). Never got into any of the TV or movie adaptions, though.

Anyway, it's something I've considered, but likely won't happen. Now that I have the books, I want to try to reread them again, so who knows, maybe something there will inspire me

[izloveshorses]

Hello, can u pls share a face claim/how u envision Anya and Dmitry for five of ur fics (of your choosing) 💕

(Also u can’t use Derek or Christy, or any performer who has professionally held the role 😈)

ooooooooh i LOVE this question. what a challenge!! it's hard not to picture christy and derek at this point, especially in canonverse fics, but i have collected a few other faceclaims over the years for aus, i must admit. some of these will be predictable lol but some i feel like you will just have to trust me on. (given we've been friends for nearly 5 years now i feel like you know my brain enough to Get It 🙈)

this gets a little long bc of course we have to include visual references, so the list is under the cut:

obligated to start with the road trip au, as it's my current wip: Kennedy McMann and Alex Saxon

you might know them both from the cw's nancy drew. i chose them for this au bc i feel like they got the soft friendship/ angsty hurt/comfort thing going. look at them it's perfect

paris au (or other modern-ish aus where they live in paris): Alba Baptista and Lucas Bravo

also pls look at them together in Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (2022)! dimya &lt;333

assistant!Dmitry au (or other modern aus, especially ones that take place in nyc, such as the neighbors au): Zoey Deutch and John Bubniak

you probably know Zoey, but John was the model for ps4 spiderman my beloved. nyc romcom when

baseball au (or any fic where they're younger, even in canonverse): Sonya Priss and Fedor Fedotov

yes, of Silver Skates (2020) fame. every time i think of anya and dmitry as 17 and 19, or just an au where they meet before the revolution, i can't help but picture these two. look at them those are my kids

i know i said no canonverse fics, but i feel like we gotta do the ghost au: Audrey Hepburn and (don't laugh at me but) Robert Pattinson (but like specifically the way he looks in Remember Me (2010))

listen. i couldn't not include audrey on this list at least once, given she was the inspiration for animated anya. and as for robert? look at him. he's exhausted. that's what dmitry looks like for the entirety of this fic. that man is so tormented

honorable mentions?

julia roberts and young hugh grant (this felt like cheating since i'm writing a notting hill au rn lol) amy adams young matt damon????? milo ventimiglia lol

[elliotchen-apologist]

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SCK - Secrets Can Kill

STFD - Stay Tuned for Danger

MHM - Message in a Haunted Mansion

TRT - Treasure in the Royal Tower

FIN - The Final Scene

SSH - Secret of the Scarlet Hand

DOG - Ghost Dogs of Moon Lake

CAR - The Haunted Carousal

DDI - Danger on Deception Island

SHA - The Secret of Shadow Ranch

CUR - Curse of Blackmoor Manor

CLK - Secret of the Old Clock

TRN - Last Train to Blue Moon Canyon

DAN - Danger by Design

CRE - Creature of Kapu Cave

ICE - The White Wolf of Icicle Creek

CRY - Legend of the Crystal Skull

VEN - The Phantom of Venice

HAU - The Haunting of Castle Malloy

RAN - Ransom of the Seven Ships

WAC - Warnings at Waverly Academy

TOT - Trail of the Twister

SAW - Shadow at the Water’s Edge

CAP - The Captive Curse

ASH - Alibi in Ashes

TMB - Tomb of the Lost Queen

DED - The Deadly Device

GTH - Ghost of Thornton Hall

SPY - The Silent Spy

MED - The Shattered Medallion

LIE - Labyrinth of Lies

SEA - Sea of Darkness

MID - Midnight in Salem

KEY - Mystery of the Seven Keys

[arlequinelunaire]

Detective Ishtar from a story idea I have called Babylon Noir, a Mesopotamian Detective AU. I was inspired by a line on Nancy Drew's Wikipedia page which weirdly compared her to Inanna in the underworld. Her coat has some Carmen Sandiego inspiration, and I did think to make her a phantom thief instead given her stealing the mes from Enki in myth.

Second image was an earlier version of the drawing taken in different, less natural lighting. While rougher, it does have its own vibe which people might like

[fancy11nancy]

Tagged by the wonderful @johnbly !!

Last song:- i’ve been revising alot of old 80’s classics and the Vaporwave genre and ive been going through a Wham phase-“Everything She Wants” has been stuck in my head for DAYS!! I just love the uber cheesy 80’s synths throughout it XD

Currently Watching: rewatching “TURN: Washington’s Spies” and “Poldark” again, along some of the old Agatha Christie’s “Poirot” mini series. I have also been going through and rewatching all the “Jaws” movies (I love classic and cheesy monster films aksjsk)

Currently Reading: “The Maid” by Nina Prose, Levius Est series, A Man and His Cat series, Jaws(the novel lol), Jeeves and the King of Clubs by Ben Schott(pg wodehouse inspired novel) any and all Agatha Christie! I just finished “From Below” from Darcy Coates-a great read if you love horror/suspense stories about the sea and the scary stakes of deep sea diving and cursed ships! If anyone has any good recommends on haunted ship/sea stories pls send them to me👀

Current Obsession: Pikmin, and anything 1920’s-40’s( thats always a given lol)-but lately its also been the old Nancy Drew Pc mystery games, I love them so much-if you’re ever to try one i highly recommend the Curse of Blackmoor Manor! Sure some might find the graphics to be old, but personally i think it adds to the “scare” factor since everyone moves so stifly and awkwardly lol. They’re always good fun. Along with that, anything LoZ Twlight Princess related has consumed my brain-as evidenced by the current AU im making aksjsk

Anyone is allowed to join in on the fun with making one of these posts even if you aren’t directly tagged, and no pressure to participate if you don’t want to if you have been directly tagged!

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