#Halloween thirsty Thursday
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Trick or Treat from a fellow Adarling (a very thirsty one⊠like srsly dehydrated⊠đ„”)
Adar made a batch of toffee apples for Halloween but it seems like his kids have eaten them all - you donât mind sharing do you?
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#I was really hoping someone would knock at the Adar door - I love you anon!#Adar#Uruk Daddy#tumblr trick or treat#Halloween thirsty Thursday#mink draws#anonymous mink anonymous ask
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Thirsty Thursday - Pumpkin
steddie, omegaverse, bones and boners, mpreg, mdniđ
Eddie is the master of decorating for Halloween, but his prized possession is a life-sized, articulated skeleton that he got for the low price of free when Mr. Clarke replaced the replica human skeleton in his classroom with a new one.
Itâs kinda big to store, so for the most part it stands in the corner of his and Steveâs living room, occasionally outfitted with a seasonal hat. At New Yearâs, the skeleton is wearing a glittery top hat, a party blower stuck between its teeth. Steve and Eddie get home late, tipsy on cheap champagne after watching the ball drop at their local bar with Robin and Chrissy.
They giggle together as they drop onto the couch, talking about everything and nothing until suddenly Steve turns serious and says, âWe should fuck. Right now.â
Eddie struggles to focus and half-slurs, âLoving the energy, babe, but why?â
Steve doesnât answer right away, just bolts to his feet and stumbles over to the skeleton, pointing at it. âBecause we need a Halloween baby!â He picks up a decorative candle, red and white with candy cane stripes, and waggles his eyebrows as he crudely thrusts it up through the pelvic opening on the skeleton. âCâmon, Eddie. Put a baby in me,â Steve begs, his hand slowing as he holds the candle in place, the image comical as Eddie imagines his driving his dick so deep into his omega that the tip reaches the bottom of his sternum.
Eddie nods, tripping over his feet in his haste to get to Steve, taking his face in his hands and kissing him soundly. Steve puts down the candle, and they giggle as they strip on their way to the bedroom.
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Ten months later, Steve is ready to pop. Heâs full-term, could go into labor any day, but he and Eddie are still having their friends over the night before Halloween for a party. Their 20-week ultrasound has pride of place, blu-tacked to the skeletonâs pelvis, and Steve is taking advantage of his pregnant belly for his costume. He asks Will to paint the jack oâlantern face, and it turns out perfectly.
Eddie is dressed as a scarecrow, complete with fake birds on his shoulders, and Steve has to keep reminding him to be careful and avoid smearing the paint, his mate constantly needing to touch his belly and cradle their pup.
The party ends early when Steveâs water breaks around nine. Their baby is right on time; Jack Munson is born at three in the morningâat the witching hour on Halloween.
#steddie#omegaverse#fanfiction#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#ficlet#stranger things fic#mpreg#thirsty thursday#halloween
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The Shining (1980)
#thirsty thursday#horror films#halloween#spooky season#horror movies#horrorcommunity#80s horror#horror family#horror#jack torrance#the shining
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#oc: viggo miura#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#thirsty thursday#male v#masc v#cp2077edit#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#cyberpunk 2077 photography#cyberpunk 2077 screenshots#my vp#my ocs#slight#nsft#halloween#cyberpunk2077edit
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Thanks to @localravenclaw for the inspo for Thirsty Thursday.
Our boys are going to a masquerade ball looking hot and mysterious.
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#slytherin#harry potter#hl#sebinis#gauntlow#gaunt#sallow#masquerade#ball#getting into the halloween spirit#thirsty thursday#thirst trap
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[dogtown, 3:34am] afterparty
feat. beanie's vie, @cybersteal's vice, and @preemshots' NV đđ„°đđ
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Ethan x Kaycee
Thirsty Thursday
11.3.22
Halloween
Or spooky/dark vibes
Better late than never?
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synopsis: sorority!reader stumbles upon ghostface behind a closed door at a halloween party and decides to play along with what she assumes is a cruel prank.
warnings: blood/gore, murder, implied alcohol and drug use, bimbo!reader, finger-sucking (lmao), written with afab!reader in mind.
a/n: first tumblr post! this is cross-posted on wattpad and ao3 too! lowercase intended.
word count: 3,841
it wasnât the muffled screaming that drew you toward the room at the end of the upstairs hallway, but it was certainly what inspired you to press your ear against the door.
at first, you werenât sure what you were hearingâthe music from the party downstairs was making the floor thrum beneath your feet and it was impossible to try and hear anything over the deafening, base-heavy music blaring in the downstairs hallway. especially in your state. but then through the thin wooden frame, there it was againâthe screaming, the pleas of terror reduced to stifled, high-pitched whines.Â
you held your breath, reaching down to set your big gulp full of jungle juice on the floor of the hallway. the entire first week of zeta orientation was focused solely on helping sisters in trouble and recognizing unsafe situations at parties like this one. and with your ear plastered to the door, you could tell that there was nothing safe or orderly going on in the room behind it, and not even the joint you stole from the guy dressed as danny zuko downstairs was going to change that.Â
you had seen date-rape frankie hanging around downstairs, slinking around the kitchen on the prowl for incoming zetas to prey on, but you hadnât seen him in a few minutes. in fact, you hadnât seen him much at all since you lost track of your new freshman friend, tara.
biting down hard on your bottom lip, you rapped your knuckles against the wood. there was a slight pause before the sounds of struggle grew louder.Â
oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Â
âtara?â you called, it felt like your mouth had been stuffed with cotton and you could still taste the sour hawaiian punch mixer on your tongue. The last thing you wanted to do was interrupt someoneâs fantasy of hooking up in pike house on the thirsty thursday before halloween, but you would rather not just walk away when it sounded like someone was being guttedâor worse.
the knob turned with ease and you found yourself stumbling into the room before you could reconsider turning right back around and locating one of your sober sisters to investigate on your behalf. you had half a mind to slap a hand over your eyes to avoid seeing anything you rather live your life without ever seeing.
âtara, is that you? itâsââ you peaked between your fingers for a fleeting second but all you saw was red.Â
desperate, angry red claw marks marred the white carpet in a breadcrumb trail leading all the way from the door to the back wall just underneath the window. you stumbled, ankles wobbling in your strappy pink heels as you reached for the doorknob to catch your balance.
there was a figure cloaked in familiar black robes wearing a gaunt white mask that you knew all too well. his hand was raised with a knife poised to stab the girl currently wriggling in his arms. they both watched with bated breath as you gaped at the scene before you.Â
âuhmâŠ?â you mumbled, not entirely sure you were seeing this right. you glanced over your shoulder to find that you were completely alone in the upstairs corridor. you coughed and shook your head disbelievingly. you really needed to thank danny zuko for his potent product.
or maybe you needed to stop stealing peopleâs weed when they were too busy making out with girls dressed as marie antoinette to notice.Â
the girlâs head lolled to the side, blood running like rivers through the crevices of her face. her eyes were half-lidded, the entire front of her slutty cowboy costume drenched in blood. you squinted down at her, unable to place her at first. but then it hit you like a slap to the face.Â
âcourtney fucking carter.â you pointed almost accusingly down at her limp body. it was courtney. she posted a mirror selfie in that exact same outfit just a few hours ago, minus all the gore. ew, you really needed to take her off of your snapchat.Â
you felt like an idiot for believing all those heartfelt ïżœïżœyour first college roommate will become your lifelong friend!â facebook posts that your mom sent you the entire summer before your freshman year because courtney fucking carter was the furthest thing from a friend that you had at the moment.Â
from the split second sheâd gotten wind of what you went through a few years backâof what you had seen and survived, it was all downhill from there. fake blood in your body wash, ghostface masks in your closet, daily prank calls, and anonymous threatening texts every morning, noon, and night.
her little display tonight was no different from last halloween when she paid the entire lacrosse team fifty bucks each to wear those stupid costumes and stalk the zeta house while you were sober sister.Â
she coughed and even more blood started bubbling in the corners of her mouth. her perfectly winged eyeliner was smudged at the tips and her face was blotchy and red from crying. you were honestly a little impressed that she would make herself look so disgusting for a silly prank that didnât even scare you.Â
â(y/n)...â she blubbered, gasping as she reached out with a limp hand in your direction. âpleaseâŠâ
the killer hadnât moved since you tripped into the room and if it werenât for the labored breaths making his chest rise and fall every few seconds, you would have thought he was a statue. you wouldnât have been surprised if she hired an actual actor to help her with this one.
âoh, this is too good,â you sighed, twirling around and grabbing your drink off of the floor before walking into the room and letting the door ease shut in your wake. as soon as it did, it was like you had hit mute on the entire rest of the party. sinking to your knees on a wet, bloody patch of carpet, you took a long sip from your straw, ignoring the delicious sting it delivered to the back of your throat.
you were just nearing the point of the night where a rum and coke only tasted like coke and you started forgetting that there was liquor in your cup at all.Â
courtneyâs eyebrows tethered in confusion, but you werenât even looking at her anymore. the masked figure cocked his head to the side, gloved fingers clenching around the steely hunting knife hovering a foot or so over your ex-roommate's chest.
trauma sure had a funny way of presenting itself because there was absolutely no reason that you should be so spurred on by that sight. biting your lip, you mirrored his empty expression, tilting your head parallel to his. âwell? go ahead. finish her off.â
âplease, no! oh my god, no!â
âshut the fuck up, my god. you act like I wouldnât have paid like a million dollars to see this happen to you for real. grow up and let me enjoy this.â
leaning your back against the door, you pulled your barely-parted knees halfway up to your chest, not caring in the slightest that your satin slip was leaving very little to the imagination. chewing lazilyâ drunkenlyâon your cherry-red straw, you gestured vaguely for her accomplice to proceed.
he bristled at your attention, testingly bringing the knife down a few inches to gauge your reaction. the movement elicited a weak cry from the girl lying victim in his lap and you smiled with the nibbled tip of your straw pinned between your glittery-painted lips. âdo it.â
through the floorboards, you could hear the opening chords of SLUT ME OUT, followed by the excited screams of your sorority sisters. the stars were aligning in the most perfect way. if this ended quickly enough, you could link up with tara and ethan and make your way to the dance floor with time to spare before the song was over.Â
a long, labored breath was smothered by the smooth plastic of the mask but you heard it anyway in all of its gruff, ravenous glory. not even a full second passed before the stainless (probably retractable) blade disappeared and plunged straight between courtneyâs ribs. she arched her back as her body mimed a reaction to the pain and you watched from afar with hazy curiosity.Â
âyes!â you clapped, throwing a weak fist in the air. âget her ass!â
âfu-fuck you, (y/n),â she spat.
âditto. no, actually you can eat shit and choke. youâre honestly such a good actress that this is kinda sad.â
every insult, every bitter comment that youâve been holding in since last september came threatening to spill out of you. courtneyâs body lurched as the knife was yanked out of her torso, but when it re-entered, there was no reaction. no more pleas for her life, no melodramatic dying remarks. in fact, she went deathly stillâher body slumping over in an awkward heap on the carpet as ghostface rose, shoving her aside in order to stalk his way over to you.Â
his heavy black combat boots made deep imprints on the stained carpet, now half-dried and tacky to the touch. with one more sip for good luck, you abandoned your cup beside the door and crawled on your hands and knees to meet him halfway at a tantalizing pace.
pointing your half-lidded eyes through the black eye holes of the mask, you wondered which of her sick and twisted friends was watching you back right behind them. but honestly, who were you kidding? the not-knowing was what made it just a teensy bit sexy.Â
âyou gonna kill me next?â you pouted, sitting up on your knees less than a foot away from where he stood, shooting him the biggest, roundest doe eyes that you could manage. your pitiful frown only deepened as he shook his head, dragging a leather-gloved hand through your hair and knocking your little plastic tiara aside.
you couldnât help the airy gasp that slipped past your lips as he made a fist in the back of your head, pulling your face up toward his before tapping two fingers against your lips.Â
heaven. you had flown straight of out pike house and somehow landed right at the pearly gates of heaven.Â
your mouth fell open obediently, tongue rolling out like a welcome mat for his two thick digits to bully themselves inside. the stiff leather was coated in a warm, sticky substance that made your mouth water and your fists clench where they were folded neatly in your lap. fake blood. nice.
the flimsy plastic mask seemed to shiver as a hushed groan echoed inside of it. your tongue swirled over the leather pads of his fingers, sucking them clean like your life depended on itâand maybe it did, who knew?
the strangerâs thick index finger curled against your tongue and coaxed a soft whine to rise from the back of your throat. the stretch wasnât too much, but paired with the sharp yank of the tight ponytail he had formed with your hair with his opposite hand, you were borderline delirious from stimulation.Â
when the hand in your hair loosened without warningâlike he was struggling to keep a solid gripâyou blinked up at him with wide eyes and listened as the muffled breathing grew louder and even more rapid. you were desperate to see how far this would go while your shitty ex-roommate was still playing dead in the corner.Â
an unexpectedly hard yank to your hair had you sitting up on your knees, face angled up toward the mask as a pleading whine bounced against the leather digits exploring the cavern of your mouth. your face had long since been reduced to pins and needles and the only thing you could do to ground yourself was seek reassurance in those black, empty eyes looming over you, even if all he did was stare back at you with blank, unfeeling apathy.Â
you pulled your lips off of his knuckle with a quiet pop, wet eyes blinking up at the mask as you hesitantly wrapped your hands around his wrist. when he did nothing to pry you off of him, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers, licking a long stripe through the slit between the two digits and forcing them to part.
only when you were 100% certain that every trace of gooey, thick artificial blood had been licked clean from his glove did you sit back on your heels with a sickeningly sweet smile. âthank you for sparing my life, mr. killer.â
the mask was aimed directly at your face and you werenât quite sure that it ever moved. he gave you a quick, restrained nod before finally releasing your hair.Â
you shook your head to free your hair from the ponytail shape, only slightly concerned with the red handprint that must have been slapped across the back of your head. downstairs, you heard a lapse in the music and pouted as you wobbled to your feet. you missed your favorite song.Â
almost instinctively, ghostface offered you his arm, leaving yet another bloody handprint on your elbow where he caught you from falling. âthank you,â you snorted, finding that small lapse in character insanely funny. this whole thing was hilarious to you and you really hoped that you would remember it when you woke up tomorrow morning for your econ lecture at noon.Â
whose bedroom did courtney borrow for this? you prayed for that poor fuckerâs sake that he was well-paid because there was no way in hell that all of that gore was coming out of this carpet. he could kiss his security deposit goodbye.
speaking of courtney, you turned to flip her off one last time before dipping to collect your abandoned drink and pointing an accusatory finger at the guy who was still pretending to be ghostface. âMake sure she cleans this up before one of the pledges sees. I donât want you getting blacklisted.â
he nodded, slow and considerate. your lips found the straw and you took an idle little sip, reaching up to boop the sunken plastic nose of the mask before twirling around and slamming the door behind you. the air around your body instantly chilledâcompared to the rest of the party, that bedroom had been broilingly hot.
another one of your favorite songs began to play but you ignored the urge to wobble your way downstairs and instead felt along down the dark hallway toward the bathroom.Â
the dim yellow overhead lights flickered to life as soon as the door shut behind you and you leaned your entire weight over the porcelain sink. someone had been rifling through the medicine cabinetâsome loose odds and ends were strewn across the counter.
you reached forward to pull the door of the medicine cabinet closed so you could catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror but your eyes instantly grew round and your mouth fell open at the sight of your own reflection.Â
the entire bottom half of your face was painted in cartoonishly red fake blood. it caked your skin and rivered down your face like drool. you looked like a vampire immediately after chowing down on some poor unsuspecting person. your last-second princess costume had been transformed into a carrie-at-the-prom nightmare.Â
you reached up and smeared the blood across your lips with the tips of your fingers, taking a single drop and tapping it against your tongue. it didnât taste like cherry or corn syrup or chemicals. it tasted like old pennies. copper.Â
it tasted real.Â
a loud, blood-curdling scream echoed down the corridor and you felt your face grow numb. not even a full second later, there was a series of rapid knocks on the bathroom door and you blankly fumbled for the doorknob, eyes practically glazed over. all you could focus on was the taste of bloodâ bloodâin your mouth. what were the odds that she sourced actual, genuine blood for this?
as soon as you unlocked the door, it swung outwards and you blinked up at the figure standing in the doorway.Â
ethanâs face was flushed, eyes nearly half-lidded. he took one look at you and swallowed thickly. black mascara cast dark shadows across the apples of your cheeks and if you hadnât known any better, you would have thought you had just been thoroughly fucked-out.Â
you felt disconnected from the rest of your body, a dull prickly sensation stabbing over every inch of your exposed skin. ethan gulped, glancing up at the ceiling for a split-second before he could bring himself to meet your eye. meanwhile, you were scoping out the red-hot issue brewing in his khakis.Â
âeth,â you whined, pulling a sad face as you shifted all your weight to one heel. âwere you dancing without me?â
he always tended to get a little stiff whenever you dragged him out to the dance floor with your girlfriends at parties like this one. it wasnât his fault. after the first few times, you started to realize that it kinda justâŠhappened. it was flattering, honestly.Â
ethan was a sweetheartâyour sweetheart. your heart would have shattered into a million pieces on the floor between you if heâd told you that he had been downstairs dancing to your song while you sucked the soul out of some poor creepâs fingers in the upstairs bedroom.Â
he cocked his head to the side, eyes wide and pleading as he silently begged you not to tease him. not here. not now. he really wouldnât be able to handle it once you started.
ethanâs tongue darted out to wet his lips and he pushed the door open wider, reaching for your hand. âwe gotta get out of here,â he croaked. âsomething happened.â
âoh shit. cops?âÂ
you glanced toward your cup on the rim of the sink and immediately swatted it into the trash can. there was no way in hell that you were getting busted for underage drinking the night before your favorite night of the year. spending halloween in a holding cell was at the very bottom of your bucket list.Â
the world was moving in slow motionâthe weed, the two lime-green jello shots you took downstairs, plus the drink youâve been nursing since the pre-game you hosted in your room earlier that afternoon were all hitting you at once.Â
ethan let out a stressed groan and glanced behind him. ânot yet, but chad is talking to 911 downstairs. theyâll be here soon.â
you just then noticed that the music had stopped completely and the sound of voices were echoing up the stairs in its place. a breeze was crawling up the staircase from the front door which had been propped open as partygoers filed out onto the front lawn. âcome on,â he said, voice on-edge as he guided you out of the bathroom by your hand. âi have to get you home.â
he said nothing about the blood that was trickling down your face and staining the neckline of your slip. you wrapped your fingers around his instantly, trailing absent-mindedly behind him as he guided you down the hall. when you passed the room at the top of the stairs, the door was propped wide open and a trail of blood was spilling out into the corridor.
you tried to peek over ethanâs shoulder to catch a glimpse of courtney begrudgingly scrubbing red goo off of the carpet, but she was still playing dead in the corner.Â
âdonât look.â ethan snapped, instantly pulling your face into his chest. you planted your hands there against him, feeling every hastened breath and rapid thundering of his heart. the palm of his large hand closed over your eyes and you gasped at the sincerity in his tone, stumbling blindly as he led you back downstairs blindfolded.Â
the dots were starting to connect and you felt yourself begin to sober up as an anxious, dreadful feeling began rising in your throat. âethâŠâ
courtney was deadâor hurt, at least. and you were the one who encouraged her attacker to stab her in the heart. you were the one who refused to listen when she begged you to get help. you were the one who licked her blood clean off of his fingers, looking him in the eye the entire time as if begging for him to let you do more.Â
âethanâŠâ you tried again when he ignored you. âi think Iâm gonna puke.â
âno, no, noâ shit. youâre fine, (y/n). youâre okay.â
if eth said you were okay, you were going to be okay. simple as that.Â
you felt numbâcompletely brainlessâas he shoved his jacket over your bare shoulders (his jacket, because when you left the zeta house earlier that evening, you proudly proclaimed to him that a hoe never gets cold and that you wouldnât need one). his hand found the small of your back and he rubbed comforting circles into your skin.Â
the taste of copper was like acid on your tongue. you could only stare ahead as two police cruisers rolled up onto the lawn outside of pike houseâthe lawn which was now littered with red solo cups and the odd strands of toilet paper that also hung from the trees like thin ghosts.Â
ethan squeezed your hand and you looked up, eyes blank and bleary. he shot you a quick, pitying smile, like the way someone would look at a cat with a jar stuck on its head. it was cute, but you couldnât help but feel bad for it. âweâll take that shortcut you like,â he said, thinking out loud as he led you toward the sidewalk away from the police. âthe one that takes us by 7/11.â
with your back toward the house, you didnât see the forensics team barrel inside through the front door. you had no way of knowing that at that very second, there was a group of officers closing off the room that you had stumbled into earlier that evening or that they were swabbing the carpet, the door, and every surface in between for dna.Â
âmhm,â you hummed absently, almost completely spaced as you relied on ethan to guide you down the bustling new york city street. he supported your weight happily, knowing that when you woke up for class the next morning, it would be devastatingly easy to convince you that most of what took place tonight was a product of your vivid imagination.Â
you would have no idea that after hours of labwork, they would find zero evidence that you had wandered upstairs at all or that ethanâyour sweet baby ethanâhad erased all traces of you from pike house, down to the big gulp you threw away in the upstairs bathroom.
he couldnât have you blamed for his crimes. are you kidding? that would have defeated the whole purpose of putting courtney fucking carter at the top of his hit list. he wanted you to watch him play his sick little games without ever getting your hands dirty.Â
what else were friends for, really?
#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry#scream 2022#bimbo!reader#scream fanfic#phantom#ethan landry x y/n#jack champion#ghostface#ghostface x reader#scream 1996
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Trick or treat!
Loki wants you to know that ALL of his treats are full-size this Halloween, he just hopes youâre not allergic to nutsâŠ
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#the first of the Halloween Thirst Treats! Iâll try and space the rest out but we gotta kick this off right#HAPPY HALLOWEEN#Loki#tumblr trick or treat#mink draws#mink sketches#Halloween Thirsty Thursday
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Thirsty Thursday - Boo
steddie, omegaverse, kink negotiation, cw: panic attack, mdniđ
Eddie shakes his head as he walks into the bedroom to find Steve sitting at the foot, bare legs crossed demurely at the ankle, and wearing a sheet with two holes cut out for the eyes. âStevie, what are you doing?â
âYou said you always wanted to fuck a ghost,â Steve answers with a shrug.
âYeah, like, in a sexy, Patrick Swayze as âUnchained Melodyâ plays kinda way!â
âSam isnât a ghost in that scene. Thereâs no ghost sex in Ghost.â
âDoesnât matter. I can fuck you with your head covered any day, and I wouldnât even want to because I like looking at your pretty face when we fuck.â Eddie pouts as he says it, reaching slowly to tug the sheet off of Steve.
Underneath, his face is powered white, eyes smoky and dark to make them look sunken into the sockets. And heâs wearing red panties that connect to a red choker at his neck. It looks like blood, makes Eddie flash to his nightmares of losing Steve, and he freezes, his breath coming in harsh, shallow gasps.
Steve picks up on the change in his scent immediately. He hurries to his feet, getting his arms around his mate. âHey, babe, itâs okay. Robin said the makeup would sell it, you know? Committing to the bit. But Iâm sorry, itâs too much.â
Eddie nuzzles against Steveâs neck, relieved to feel his pulse, steady and strong. âI donât like thinking about you dying,â Eddie mumbles, working to take slow, even breaths. âIâve already decided Iâm going first.â
âOh?â
âYeah, you get to bury me, Steve, because thereâs no way Iâm living without you.â
âGuess weâll just have to die together, since I donât wanna live without you either. And thenâŠâ Steve pulls back just enough to cup Eddieâs cheek and force him to look up snd meet his eyes. âWe can stay together, have lots of ghost sex.â
âJust a couple of very in love ghosts, having sex,â Eddie agrees.
Steve guides Eddie back to scent at his neck, holding him as they both calm down. Then he stoops to pick up the sheet, snickering as he drapes it over his alpha. âSo, Ghost Eddie? You ready to fuck me?â
Even under the sheet, Steve can tell heâs smirking.
Eddie pounces.
Ghost sex ends up being pretty fucking spectacular.
#steddie#omegaverse#fanfiction#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#ficlet#stranger things fic#thirsty thursday#happy halloween
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Thirsty Thursdays
All of these will deal with smut based thoughts. Please read at your own risk and if you are not 18+, do not interact with my stories. Some of the links will take you to the external webpage of my blog, I don't know why đ
Face Riding in the ski mask
Quarantine Noah
Proposal Smut
Threesome with Matt
BDE
Long-haired Noah showing you his strength
Pearl Necklace
Threesome with Mira(CJ comics)-Part One
Threesome with Mira(CJ comics)-Part Two
Engaged to someone else
Train ride(w/ BO guys and Matt)
Halloween Party
Sub!Noah
Working out with Noah
Get back together sex
Kisses with Noah
Deep throating
Bunk Sex
Sex all over
Taking your virginity
Sparring partners
Hot Tub
Demon Mask
"Turn off you brain"
Thigh Riding
First time eating out
Eiffel Tower
Spit Kink
Car Sex
Drumming
Booktok
Sweet Lover
Tasty Oranges
Hate Sex
#tina talks#thefallennightmare#thirsty thursday#jesse cash#nick folio#noah sebastian#matt dierkes#bad omens
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Happy Halloween, Ghosts and Ghouls! For #Thirsty Thursday I've got a snippet for the number redacted chapter of From Beginning to End. A little Thirsty Kagomeâąïž for you. đ
As always, feel free to send in questions, comments, concerns... recipes. Trick or treats!
âKagomeâŠâ
âYou like when I touch you. I can sense it.â
âOf course I do,â he panted. âBut I feel like I could go into rut any second. Please. I donât want to hurt you. The suppâŠâ She kissed him again, muffling the word before he could say it. âDammit, Kagome. You donât get it! An alphaâs rut is bad enough. But Iâm hanyou too, I could completely lose control.â
Kagome hummed along as though she were agreeing with what he was telling her, all while popping the buttons of his dress shirt loose. Her fingers found his bare skin, the muscles tightening at her touch. Having someone so strong at her mercy was kind of⊠thrilling.
She marveled at the light tattoo across his right shoulder, creeping up his neck just enough to not be revealed with a collared shirt. Tracing her fingers across the vines and delicate looking flowers, she relished the way Inuyasha shivered under her touch, the way he stared up at her in awe. It was such a fragile looking thing on a man of his size and strength.
Lower, on the ribs, she was met with a similar design, but the flowers were larger and a bit more intricate. The leaves and vines reminded her of old pictures in botanical books, almost like the leaves had been pressed directly into his skin. Someone is a very skilled tattoo artist, she mused, grinning when he sucked in a gasp at her fingers tracing over his ribs and toward his belly.
Kagome shifted her weight backward so she could work on his pants, and he whimpered as her hips moved over his. âHah⊠You need to⊠Ungh.â Incoherent, she wasnât sure what he was saying, but it was pretty clear that he was enjoying the warmth and pressure.
#dawnrider fanfiction#thirsty thursday#inuyasha fanfiction#inukag#snippet#thirsty Kagome#spicy#from beginning to end
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Iâve spent WAAAAYYYY too long thinking about this, so I figured Iâd share.
A modern day AC AU where Desmond is a bartender at a high end strip club. Altair, Ezio, and RatonhnhakĂ©:ton are, of course, dancers. Altair starts out as his arrogant AC1 self, he has a nice body and knows it. Ezio is, of course, flirty and loves the attention dancing gets him. He doesnât actually need the money seeing as his family is filthy rich. Meanwhile RatonhnhakĂ©:ton is dancing ONLY for the money. Heâs quiet but perceptive, typically steering clear of Altair as he can be quite snooty, and Ezio because his flagrant flirting makes RatonhnhakĂ©:ton uncomfortable.
Desmond, while an experienced bartender, is new to the establishment. And within a month of his employment all three dancers come to the same conclusion.
They need to get Desmond to agree to a date.
Now Iâm thinking this evolves into a harem situation, where at first all three want to date Desmond, then are trying to out compete each other for Desmondâs affections, and in the end all 4 of them are dating each other.
Also I was thinking of a schedule for the club, lol. Itâd be a mixed club, so men and woman dancers, servers, bartenders, and clientele. Mondays are men only nights, so only men are working the club and only men are allowed in. A sort of âgayâ night, if you will. Likewise, Wednesdays are woman only, or 'lesbianâ night. Fridays are themed, which is posted the Monday before on their website. The theme can be anything, and while clientele are encouraged to also dress in the theme, itâs not mandatory, but the workers of the club have to dress as the theme. Some examples would be like holidays, Halloween, Christmas, valentines, st Patrickâs day, etc. And then Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are mixed crowds with the dancers allowed to do their own routines.
And Iâm going to stop there, because Iâve already put too much thought into a fiction idea I probably wonât ever write due to time constraints lol.
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Addition from teecup:
I kinda like the idea that Desmondâs old bartending job is actually Bad Weather and he had to find a new one because Bad Weather got into⊠well⊠letâs just say itâs under investigation by the cops at the moment. The detective on the case was like âDonât skip town for now, kid. Sure, youâre clean but itâll look bad if you just leave while weâre investigating and shitâ and Desmond got a job in the high end strip club because he has no other option. (And the pay was better than all the other options he had)
The owner looked super young to be the owner of a strip club but Desmond isnât going to ask any questions at all and just goes to work in the high end strip club called âThousand Eyesâ.
And, ohohoho, he has been a bartender for a long time now so he knows when someone is attracted to him. All three of the best dancers being attracted to him?
Desmond didnât like playing the field or even just leading someone on but her co-bartender Layla (a college student working there to pay for college) was like âNo, no, this is pure entertainment gold, man. As long as youâre upfront about the whole âyeah, you three are thirsty for my dickâ (Layla!), youâll be fine.â and well⊠Desmond didnât really had any say about the matter in the end because Ezio goaded AltaĂŻr and that turned into a competition between them which RatonhnhakĂ©:ton gets roped into. Desmond actually felt bad for RatonhnhakĂ©:ton until he realized that RatonhnhakĂ©:ton was just as competitive as the two and, really, having the attention of three hot men were too much for Desmond. He was only human and Layla was the devil on his shoulder pushing him to the dark side and yeahâŠ
Desmond decided to milk it.
It backfired and he fell in love with all three of them instead.
Fuck.
Unorganized Notes:
Shaun is the accountant of the strip club. He comes every few weeks and always leaves slightly buzzed after hearing the latest âcompetitionâ for Desmondâs hand. (Desmond is sure Shaun is living vicariously thru him⊠but heâs not going to say that out loud)
Layla is the main bartender for the woman only days and sheâs an engineering student. She has a girlfriend named Deanna who likes to come to the club and watch her girlfriend get flirted with by other people. Desmond likes to joke itâs a voyeur thing, Layla keeps telling him that heâs not using the right word.
Clay is also a bartender and is in charge of the website and social media accounts of the strip club. On the side, he has a discord server where he talks about the shenanigans the three go to just to catch Desmondâs attention and people in his discord (which pretty much includes the regulars and some of the employees except the three idiots and the object of their affection) love it. Heâs the sole reason why the strip club has an online shipping war going on and heâs milking it because of the whole âsupport your bias by coming to the club!â posts.
Desmond has no idea who makes the âmenuâ for private dances but he thinks they are either a genius who wishes to remain anonymous or theyâre hiding their identity because they know theyâre gonna get killed because some of the menu names are âBrotherly Loveâ for requesting Malik and Kadar at the same time, âTrust Fund Babesâ for requesting Arno and Ezio together, and, Desmondâs favorite that he will never say out loud, âRepressed Catholic Special (10% off if you show your rosary)â that is actually just AltaĂŻr but he gets to order the customer around for the entire time.
Lots of customers want Evie to step on them (of all genders).
I feel like Jacobâs gonna have the most elaborate Magic Mike numbers for some reason.
Shao Jun has the most acrobatic set pieces and hers usually get a lot of applause because sheâs a really great dancer.
Ezioâs family knows heâs a stripper and they just⊠let him do whatever he wants. The one time Claudia shows up in the club, Ezio actually messes his dance because âJesus Fuck, thatâs my sister!â and Claudia is like âNoooo, eeewwww, thatâs my brother!â. She would sometimes show up when she knows Ezio wonât be dancing. To be sure, she always texts Ezio: âany chance Iâll see your ugly ass tonight?â and Ezio would always text back âClaudia! Stop texting me like this! People will get the wrong idea!â then text a few seconds later âNo. Have fun. Make sure to tip well.â
Nikolai is the main bouncer. Cross is also a bouncer but he can get a bit too violent at times so heâs only allowed to work if Nikolai, his uncle, works with him.
Arbaaz is the father of Jayadeep who is also a stripper in the club. Arbaaz does not know about his sonâs âpart-time jobâ.
You know in some cabaret clubs, they actually have a wall of âtop âemployeesâ of the monthâ and itâs ranking the top 10 for that month and I kinda think Reda would do the same because he knows many of his employees are competitive idiots.
The usual top one is Bayek, hands down. He goes to stage, people start throwing money.
⊠Is it too much if the âmenuâ name for Alexios and Kassandra is âI Would Like One Bisexual Awakeningâ?
Eivorâs the only stripper that dances for both women only and men only days.
The Borgias are regulars. They tip well but theyâre very handsy. They all favor Ezio.
⊠It would be funny if Abbas was in the corner, shades on, with a cap and being totally weird and out of place. Desmond sees him the first time and asks Clay if they should be worried about that dude in the corner. Clay goes âNaaahh, heâs harmless. I mean, heâs a weirdo that gets off getting ignored by AltaĂŻr during his stage time but⊠harmless.â
You know what, all Templars are regulars and they favor the Assassin that killed them in canon (oh god, should⊠should we include Vidic thirsting over Desmond???)
Sidenote: I feel you. With the upcoming August megaposting this year, Iâm scrambling just to prepare for the fics I wanna write for that month and thereâs soooo many good ideas I have and ones I get from you guys XD Anyway, this is the best we can offer each other and to anyone who reads and enjoy this. :)
#submission#i couldnât stop laughing at the repressed catholic special#dear mother i apologize iâm going to hell#no usual tags because#altdes#ezides#condes#yup this is trans!eivor
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The dragon's demise
Author's note: As promised, here is the dragon fic. I'm not very satisfied with it but it'll have to do for now.I'm busy with some IRL events right now but as soon as I'm done, I plan to write something more dark themed and the other ideas from the Halloween poll. Have a nice read everyone!
Warnings:Eating out,fingering,double penetration,double dicked dragon, over stimulation
Stumbling upon a rock, falling down a cliff into the flowing waters and barely managing to make it to land was not on your to-do list as an adventurer. But it's not like you didn't know of the dangers when you chose to be an adventurer. Roaming in the forest, getting nearly bitten by wild animals, climbing mountains, getting a broken leg or two were your everyday events. The life of curiosity was what called you to the world of adventures.......which was partially a lie. You also liked the large amount of money you got collecting rare materials that no one else was willing to search for by themselves.
When your morning coffee got spilled over yourself - you knew today was going to be good. Call it adventurer instincts if you must.When you stumbled over a rock- which was actually just a pebble - you felt stupid. But that feeling vanished as soon as it came with the ground below you crumbling. That's what led you to falling into the river - which looked nice but unhygienic with deer drinking the water and other animals washing themselves. You managed to make it to the land despite never knowing how to swim but who were you to complain when lady luck was on your side?
The skies were getting dark and the birds were heading back to their nests. You find refuge in a cave near the beautiful waterfall. Expecting rocks,dust and debris but only to be met by shining, glimmering, sparkling gold. Lots of gold. You liked money. That was no surprise to anyone who knew you. And with this much gold in sight who wouldn't be interested in snatching a piece for themselves? And that's exactly what you did. Well tried to do. Before your hands felt like they were shocked out of nowhere.
âWho dares to touch my belongings?âan elegant, sophisticated yet decievingly gentle voice tinted with a hint of annoyance speaks up. You look at the source of the voice.
On Mondays, you ran into panthers. On Tuesdays, it were monkeys. On Wednesdays, it were crocodiles. On Thursdays, hyenas. But never on a Friday have you ever met a goddamn dragon!? Lying on top of a pile of gold in a faraway corner was a man with beauty that could best the Gods. His azure eyes were prettier than any river you've seen. Like a thirsty traveller deserted in a vast barren land finding an oasis after losing all hope, those azure eyes swelled your heart with a thirst.His eyes made you ache yet brought relief. You wished to drown in those azure eyes like a mad man.His hair was as white as snow. He seemed young yet as old as time. You would've mistaken him for a God, if it wasn't for the pair of long horns that rested on top of his head. He looked human yet monstrous. A beauty you couldn't describe. A beauty only you could feel.
Captivated by his beauty, you had completely ignored his question.Your trance was broken by another question âwho are you?â. Realising your mistake you immediately respond â I'm (Name), a mere adventurer. I happened to have lost my way and the sun is about to set.O mighty dragon! Would you be kind enough to let this humble traveller rest here for the night?â. After a minute of contemplation, he speaks upïżœïżœ Only for tonight. Since a storm is approaching â âThere didn't seem to be any sign of a-â you start speaking again only to be cut off by the sudden lightning strike.â...â â...â â You will catch a cold in those drenched clothesâ- he speaks while eyeing your wet clothes from drowning earlier. âI don't have any other clothes on meâ â aren't you adventurers supposed to carry them with you?â âI wasn't planning to camp for the night. I was supposed to return to an inn in the village nearbyââoh. I seeâ.
Silence permeates the air once more.You take a seat by a corner only to be pulled in by some invisible force towards the dragon. He starts a fire near you . And you could only watch his magic in awe.âstripââwhat?ââyou will get sick and die if you stay in those clothes any longerâ âbut i don't -â âstripâ his voice had more of a growl to it this time. Deciding to not test his patience, you immediately strip down and take your place by the fire.
âI hope you'll find a way to repay my benevolence by tomorrow â. How could you forget? Dragons only cared about treasures not humans. Feeling slightly annoyed , a wave of courage washes over you as you stand up and walk towards his resting place. â Why are you-â you cut off the dragon by sealing his lips with a kiss.The dragon does nothing but look shocked. Never in all those centuries that he lived through was there ever a mortal as daring as this.âHow is that for repayment?â âThat hardly amounts to anythingâ. You feel the confidence from before leaving your body when all of a sudden he pulls you to his lap. âYou could surely repay me with more than thatâ he says as he pulls you in for a kiss.One devoid of anything but lust. One devoid of anything but desire. One devoid of humanity.
As he starts grinding on you, you feel it. The one thing that'll obliterate your hole. Or two things to be precise. He removes his clothes revealing a truly splendid body - one befitting a dragon- from the muscles that showed at the slightest of movement to the perky nipples and his body covered in blue scales here and there.A truly mesmerizing dragon.
After he finished getting naked, you're left to face not one dick but two. Both massive in size. The tips are coated with a blue tint and there are scales by the end. It appears to be pointed but flattens out right at the end.Pretty dicks for a pretty man.
Now you were left with the question of how to make those fit inside your hole. But you weren't given much time to ponder on it as he shuffled downwards.Within seconds, he spreads your legs and enters his long slitted tongue inside your hole. ângh~ haa~ wai-â embarrassingly you cum within mere seconds. But you weren't left to drown in shame for long because he soon pulls out his tongue and replaces it with his fingers. His fingers were long and slender but rough. Yet the way he treated you was gentle, constantly reminding himself that you were a human and you were bound to break if he doesn't prepare you well to take his members.
Just as you were about to cum as he curled his fingers, hitting that special spot inside you, he pulls out. Leaving your hole gaping and begging to be filled .Yet the emptyness didn't last for long. He placed the tip of one of his dicks by your hole and with a swift thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside your hole.
With relentless thrusts, you melted in his arms.Rutting against you like the beast he was,he made you cum over and over again. Just as you were about to close your eyes overwhelmed by tiredness, you felt the tip of his other dick by your hole.Gently he pushed it inside inch by inch. For a monster, he sure knew how to act human.
After waiting for you to adjust, he began thrusting again.Full, content and filled to the brim - there was no room for any thinking.You had cum over and over again but he had not came even once. Dragons sure liked to take their time.
After what seemed to be hours, you could finally feel him twitching inside you.He grunted in pleasure, preparing to fill you up with his eggs. But what's going on? Why's he feeling so exhausted all of a sudden? He looks at you drowsily, feeling betrayed at the cruel smirk your lips were pulled onto. Did you do this? He shouldn't have trusted you. Those were his last thoughts before falling limp on top of you.
Geez. He sure was heavy.You slowly pulled yourself off of him.Dragons were sensitive creatures. Even the lightest bit of magic was enough to trigger them. With their sensitive noses and sharp claws, it was incredibly difficult to capture them. You don't know how but a drug had been developed that could go undetected even by dragons. The one lying at your feet was the proof of it.
Nobles were supreme. Nobles were rich. When one such aristocrat asked you to get him a dragon in pieces and shoved a handful of money in your arms, you readily agreed.She even got you these drugs herself. Your plan was simple. Cover yourself in those drugs. Somehow make it to the dragon's cave and get him to come in contact with you.All dragons underestimated the other species, believing themselves to be the superior race.You merely took advantage of that fact.
But all went haywire when you tripped and fell. For a second, you lost hope. What if you never made it back? What if this is end of your journey? Will you be punished for not getting the job done? But once again luck was on your side. You came across the very cave that you were trying to find. Dragons were lonely creatures. Isolated from all other species for centuries. They were always the predator. But now time's changed.
Originally, you weren't planning on fucking with him. Just a kiss and he should fall. But that didn't go as planned. You realised that it would take more than that to weaken him. That's what led to sleeping together. Dragons were much more vulnerable during mating.Giving him a death while in euphoria was the best thing you could do for him.
You took out the dagger from your backpack. Sharpening it on a nearby rock to carve his horns out. The noble had asked you for horns and skin. Afterall, dragonskin made good shoes and the horns were a nice decoration in any manor. Normally, you took out the extras and sold them for a big penny. But something about his eyes captivated you more than the money.
Blue was never your favourite colour. Being an adventurer for so long, you had grown used to the vast blue expanse of the skies and the blue flowing lakes. Blue had become something dull for you. But something about his eyes made you love blue. It made you thankful for the skies and lakes. It filled you with glee.It filled you with love.It filled you with freedom.
You gently caressed his face for the first and last time. Raising your dagger and preparing for slaughter.The cave echoed with a squelching sound. The inside of the cave was covered in red. And a bright blue gemstone stood out among all the gold. You liked money. You were greedy.And you knew it would lead to your downfall one day but you didn't care. You never did .Blinded by your greed, you failed to notice another pair of azure eyes watching you.The greedy always faced a tragic end afterall.
#dragon#x gn reader#x female reader#x male reader#imagine#manipulative reader#bottom reader#tw manipulation#x female reader smut#x reader smut#x male reader smut#x gn reader smut#major character death
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Iâm such jealous girlfriend and I hate it. Last night I went to the bar with my boyfriend and two friends . They do this thing called thirsty Thursdays and since Halloween is coming up the last two Thursdays of the month if you went in costume you got half off on selected drinks. Anyway my friend had to go to the bathroom and you know us girls we all go together so all 3 of us went to the bathroom. When I walk out I see a girl all up on my boyfriend he wasnât feeding into it but she was touching his arm and trying to get at him. Like yall my man is cute heâs like the typical white guy he has dark hair blue eyes and his hair cut rn is more like Chris if that makes sense itâs long and sticks out of a hat has tattoos like my dream man for real. That bitch was all up on him it made me pissed off like when I got there my boyfriend put his arm around me but the girl was still at it she didnât get the hint of like um hello leave !? Why am I like this đđđ
no iâd be the sameeeee way đđ
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