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lilisouless · 2 years

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Nikolai trowing a halloween party where the theme is "Disney villains" and the price for best costume involves kruge

Nikolai went as captain hook. As the judge he wanted to vote for himself but also will make sure he deserves it

Genya and David were the evil queen and the magic mirror. Genya will say "magic mirror on the wall" and David would say "you are" before she could finish the question everytime"

Nina, instead of having a pair costume with Matthias, Hanne or both, teamed up with Inej and went and Ursula and Vanessa. Inej is not sligthly bothered that she was to be with Nina the whole time in order for her costume to work

Hanne was Prince Hans, Nikolai was glad he ruled out that idea for himself

Jesper and Wylan made the day of Gaston x Lefou shippers. Also when Nikolai said Jesper was "too skinny for Gaston" Wylan argued he had the perfect baritone voice and both sang the Gaston theme just to prove their point

Kaz was completely focussed on getting the price for the kruge. So, for his Hades costume,instead of just dying his hair blue or getting a wig like a normal human being, he light on real blue flames on his head (over a liquid that would stop it from burning his skin) because he is THAT extra and dramatic.

Nadia and Tamar went as Yzma and Kronk. They wanted to go bigger so they convinced Leoni and Adrik (who did it very reclutantly) to be Kronk´s shoulder angel and devil (hey, it was better than the original idea when Nadia and he were Cinderella´s stepsisters)

Alina and Mal were almost disqualified for coming as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell instead of "villains" but they put the case that Tinkerbell tried to get a child killed out of jelaousy and Peter Pan kidnapped children himself and if those are not villains then what ist is?, so not only they got back into the competition, they also made a lot of people question their childhood.

Zoya was sure her Maleficent costume was going to make her the winner, isn't she the dragon queen after all?

Most people tought Tolya came as a raven in order to be Zoya´s companion, but he actually didn't got the theme memo and just wanted to be "The raven" from Edgar Allan Poe

Kuwei was actually close to winning, who would be as cruel and hated as Cruella de Vil?

Matthias actually won by coming as the hunter who killed Bambi´s mom, his price was worth all of the children that cried when they saw him. ("Is not a real deer head!" "it´s from a plushie and i will sew it later") Kaz was not happy at all because how the heck didn't ocurred to him?

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afewproblems · 7 months

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It's WIP Weekend, here's a lil snippet of my Halloween Party AU chapter six:

"Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?"

The cherry of his cigarette glows in the dark as Billy takes a long drag before flicking it into the street.

"Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants," Steve's voice is steady, the smooth lilt of his 'King' voice takes over and it's so different from what Eddie has come to realize is Steve's normal speaking voice that it throws him for a bit of a loop.

Just how much has Steve been pretending all this time.

Moonlight casts shadows over half of Billy's face but it doesn't hide the way his lip pulls over his teeth or the dark glint in his eye as he pulls off his jacket and tosses it through the open window of his Camaro.

"I'm looking for my step sister, little birdy told me she was here," Billy says, a sneer pulling at his mouth as his eyes scan the house before landing on Steve again, "which would already be weird enough, and now I find you here".

"I'm doing a favour for Mrs. Wheeler and Byers, babysitting, I don't think I've seen your step sister, what's she look like?"

Eddie can't see Steve's face from this angle but the words come out smoothly, no stumbles with the lie.

But Billy stares just a little too long for it to have properly landed.

#halloween party au #billy hargrove is his own warning #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #afewproblems writes #wip weekend #this update is going to be violent and its so hard to write

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absurdumsid · 4 months

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Happy halloweeeen! I brought some candy and a trick pouch for if someone else comes and say “happy Halloween”

guys theres only one hour left of halloween please

Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale Horror! Sans belongs to Sour_Apple_Studios XPAU belongs to kuuuuro

#horror sans #murder sans #dust sans #xpau #xmas party au #sid answers #sid art #happy halloween everyone

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luveline · 2 years

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let’s play doctor with bodyguard!steve 👀

join luveline's halloween party

ty for ur req anon! cw smut mdni (p in v, unprotected closet sex, praise, good girl, breeding ?) ♡ bodyguard!steve x fem!reader [2k]

"Relax," Steve pleads.

You take another shallow breath and look at him through your lashes, trying not to show how fucking tightly wound you are even though he clearly knows.

"I'm okay," you say.

Steve's hand traces a maddening path, knuckles dragging up the valley of your chest to your neck, fingers stretching out as he cups your throat very, very gently, thumb along the right side of your jaw and index finger the left.

Any other time you'd be putty in his hands. His touches, his hand against your windpipe, it would've sent you into a tizzy.

Too bad you're already in a tizzy. Steve's hand, his other, dominant hand, pushes against the fabric of your dark tights, fingers stuffed snugly into your tight cunt. Your breath hitches as he spreads them wide, a familiar and numbing feeling.

Your grasp on his muscled bicep slackens as he curves them inward, two thick fingers prodding at your swollen soft spot again and again. You tighten around him and he groans right there into your neck, hair damp with sweat as it tickles your face.

"Fuck. You alright?"

"Faster," you whisper.

"Whatever you want, pretty girl."

You keen as his rhythm recalibrates and the pad of his thumb pushes into your clit, practiced circles drawn into the sensitive skin over and over and over. Each full turn has you limp. Steve has to abandon your neck entirely to keep you upright, holding your back away from the shelves behind you.

"Easy," he says, mouth hot and open as he searches for that little slice of skin under your ear that's gonna make you cry. He kisses you in time with his thrusts, lips a gentle brush compared to the thud-thud-thud of his index and pinky finger slapping into your sticky cunt. "Easy, baby."

The sound of his voice is a tether if nothing else, a reminder to calm down and keep quiet. You nibble your lip raw as the tightness in your core coils. Like he can tell —like he knows from the feel of you on his fingers alone — his thrusting slows. Turns gentle. He presses his hand flat to your skin whilst the other pulls you in, pushing you down onto his stilled fingers enough to make you whimper.

He pauses his hickeying to check your face.

Held tight to his chest like this in the near-dark with only your upturned phone to light his face, he has the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. His lips are pink with blood bitten to the surface and slick with spit, so so soft that you can't help but lean down.

He pulls his wet hand from your cunt and presses it to your hip, holding you steady as he lifts his chin for a kiss. He's receptive — it's like you're in sync. You wade and he ebbs, breath hot and mismatched and ragged.

"You're okay," he says. A firm sterness. "Tell me."

He doesn't mean, Tell me you're okay. He means, Tell me how you feel. Tell me if this is too much for you.

Tell me if it's not enough.

You rub your thighs together as you pull down your tights, nylon at your knees as you guide Steve's hand back to your cunt.

"Please, Stevie," you say under your breath, chest heaving so hard it kisses his black polo. "Need you."

Your breathlessness has Steve's pupils turned to dimes.

He pulls you back toward him and kisses your neck ardently, forcing your head up and back so you can't see his wandering hands. One eases under the material of your shirt to spread wide across your lower back, hot as the heart of a star, and the other falls to his zipper. Your heart pounds with how much you want him, and it skips with every sound. The metallic shuddering of a zipper being pulled down, the light plink of his elastic waistband.

His teeth scrape your skin as he encourages your panties down to join your tights, the fabric ruined by his ministrations already. He gives your neck two quick kisses like apologies and then pulls away, his face shining with perspiration.

He spits into his hand. "Sorry," he says, eyes travelling down. You follow.

"S'hardly-" You gasp at his fingers against your slit, gaze thrown to the ceiling on impulse. "Hardly the worst thing I've seen you do, Stevie. Can you-" You hiss at the sudden return of his fingers, not hurt in any capacity but definitely not expecting it as he works you open. "Oh my god."

"Can I what, sweetheart?" he asks.

You pant. There's no other word for it, your lips part into a small 'o' and you struggle to catch your breath as he fills you up to the last knuckle.

It's a necessary step. Steve's shoulders aren't the only wide thing about him.

"Princess."

You come back into yourself. "Fuck," you say, desperate in the worst way when you see the way he's pumping his cock. Erratic, no rhyme or reason, mushroom tip leaking pearly precum. He slides his fingers up the shaft and pinches it between his fingers.

It ribbons as they come apart, as he strokes down his length and squeezes the heavy sack hidden at the base by a thicket of dark curls.

Impatient, you think. But no, not impatient.

Waiting for you.

"Fuck me," you say weakly. "Please."

"Come here."

Come here. How much closer can you get? Steve leans back and his arm wraps around your back as he pulls you up, forcing you on tiptoes. There's a mess of slick and fabrics between you, the two of you uncoordinated in your hurry, and he yanks your skirt out of the way so hard you hear the stitching stretch.

"There you go," he murmurs, hand guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, a sobbing wetness creeping down the inside of your thigh. He wipes it like he can read your mind, and then your clinging to him as you sink down. "Fuck, there you are. Good girl." His eyes shutter closed. His breath trembles. "Good fucking girl."

Your turn for kisses. You wrap you arms around his neck likely too tightly, a hand scraping back his pretty silky hair so you have a clear view of the side of his throat. You kiss him much nicer than he'd kissed you, attemps to hickey him all dismantled as he rocks you down onto his cock.

"Baby," he says, he praises, hand grabbing at your thigh to hold it up against his hip. You groan as he pulls out enough to fuck back in, doubly when he ruts his hips up and fills you completely.

An ache spreads all the way to your hips. Steve gives pause, kisses the side of your face, whatever skin he can reach as you hiccup into his neck. "Ah- Ah- Steve."

Wiry curls rub against your clit as he starts to move, slow, tentative movements.

"Harder," you mouth against his neck. "It's okay. I'm not gonna break." You're surprised he can hear you.

"I'm not trying to break you." His attempt at whispering is lackluster, voice heady with lust. "M'trying to make you feel good."

"I feel good," you reassure. You're all beggy and you know Steve can't withstand it, not while he's fucking into your heat like he is, not with your mix of slick on his hands.

His pace hastens after that. His arms grow tight around you as his cock kisses your sweet spot, pleasure heightened by the chesty sound of his breathing in your ear. You can't do much beside hang onto him, lips closing urgently over his skin until it burns with bruises. You're wet enough that every thrust is easy and loud, the closet you've found yourself in a vestibule of sex. You moan into his skin pleadingly, no clue what you're asking for as he fucks you dizzy.

Steve can't keep quiet either. His high approaches, his breathing wavers, his rugged panting suddenly coloured with a deep groan. You shiver at the sound, amazed at how close his moans sound to his laugh.

"Fuck-" he says, pained. "Fuck, baby- shit- so fucking wet." Too far gone to tease or mock you, Steve's fallen straight to praise. "Always so wet, pretty thing. Pretty cunt fucking sobbing on me."

It's like he's telling you a secret, the way he confesses.

His pace loosens. Sporadic, your hip aches as he pulls your leg higher and fucks into whatever new depth he can find.

You card your hand into his hair and tug gently.

His breathing hitches and you tug again, startled but not quite surprised as he whines. "Shit, shit, where can I-"

"Inside," you say immediately, "it's okay."

He groans as he cums, each sound loud and intoxicating, cock sliding up into your gummy walls until he's spent and panting into your hair, arms clinging to you as you'd been to him. He stays inside and you try not to move, knowing he's too sensitive.

"Steve," you whisper eventually, "leg's hurting."

He helps you get your foot on the floor, wincing at the shift but quickly recovering. His eyes light up and he smiles sweet as anything, chest rising like he's just run a mile.

"Baby," he says, always like it's more a praise than a pet name. His hands rub up your back soothingly. "Got you all twisted up, huh? I'm sorry," and he means it, kissing your jawline gently. "Sorry," he repeats, lips skipping over you skin. "How about you turn around for me, okay? No more gymnastics. Take care of my girl."

You nod speechlessly and Steve turns you around, the heat and wet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh.

"Hold your skirt up for me, okay?" He chuckles, a laugh all to himself. "There you go. Thank you."

Steve pushes in and drags your hips up against his own, hand wrapping around your lap to rub over the bump of your cunt. Mess is everywhere and his fingers fight for purchase, three hot fingertips to your clit.

"Make some more mess," he murmurs, shifting his hips slow in time with his circles as he warms up again. You mewl as the speed increases and he gets a little deeper, circles timed with his thrusts, bringing your hand to his yo make him go faster. You're pleased to tears when he understands and fucks in as deep as he can. Tight tight circles and quick thrusts.

You bounce against his hips and it doesn't take much for you to cum, your breath hiked and panicked as the coil snaps. Steve murmurs encouragements, fucks you just that little bit longer to keep it going. You moan his name without thinking, a teary-eyed gasp that has him covering your mouth.

"Shhh, baby... Fuck. Best feeling in the world," Steve says quietly into your ear, almost indecipherable over the sound of you fighting for air. His hands squeeze and relax in time with your tightening cunt. Air hisses from between his teeth and tickles your neck.

He waits for you to catch your breath before he pulls out, the both of you sticky and sweaty and aching. He guides you into his side and gives his softening cock a few sadistic tugs.

You reach across yourself to tuck him back into his pants. He pulls your panties and tights up in turn. You stare at each other, and then you burst into contagious giggles.

"Think it's obvious?" Steve asks, fingers braceleting your wrists so he can wipe your wet palms down the front of his shirt before he zips up his jacket.

It's definitely obvious. You both look like sex, and now you're done the sounds from outside seem quieter than before.

You shift from foot to foot, thighs sliding against each other.

"I'm slimy," you complain good-naturedly. It would take a freight train of problems to dampen your happiness.

He brings your damp hands to his mouth and kisses your curled fingers.

"Sorry," he says to each one. "It's my fault. Couldn't wait."

Your legs tremble, your knees are weak. You feel languid and glowing as you hide your face into his neck, completely in love with how swiftly his lean arms needle over your shoulders. One hand behind your head, one between your shoulders. Protective.

"Should be," you mumble, your smile audible.

"I'll make it up to you."

"Not in this closet, you won't."

#luveline's halloween party #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #bodyguard!steve harrington #bodyguard!au #bodyguard!steve #fem!reader

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chknbzkt · 6 months

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Has Sonny ever attacked anyone of the group while fully feral? Or have they all been lucky so far?

If only luck was ever on Sonny’s side :)

Vanessa gets acquainted with Sun For Real

She’d heard him having a hard time changing and kinda… broke in under the assumption he was being murdered or something (odd why she was there, Sonny and Monday live a fair ways away from their neighbors… hmmm 🤔)

Maybe trespassing on an incredibly testy werecreature’s established safe space fresh off the harrowing ordeal of… Yeah, isn’t the wisest idea

On the specific day he misremembered what night it was and didn’t make it to the basement in time

Stabbing the guy with a shovel she took along just in case also didn’t help her case!!!

Thankfully Montgomery returned with groceries and stopped things from escalating, only for Sun to tear off and escape into the woods. That’ll be fun to explain

Nessie knew something was off about this town…

#bzkt barf #bzkt spkz #werebeast sun #fnaf halloween #halloween au #fnaf vanessa #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb au #sighted vanessa #art #artistsontumblr #werebeast #not the greatest first impression but all things considered this reaction was reasonable for both parties #the circumstances were just unfortunate #wrong place at the wrong time 🫣#I apologize for inconsistencies I can’t draw vanessa for shit rn #that aside this isn’t the first time something like this has happened #he’s broken out many times before and the Moon Week Protocol has been refined and made stricter as problems cropped up #he’s scared many a hunter in these woods #but things never got This Bad before #people don’t attack the giant moon monster they scream and run #and so does he since he freaks out easily #vanessa being the bold thing she is Thrust A Fucking Shovel Into His Side #neither party knew how to react in the moment #but the results were explosive and potentially disastrous #ah the dangers of misunderstanding things we don’t know :)

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anxiouspineapple99 · 8 months

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You’re Invited!

Because of mature themes, minors may not participate!

I will reblog this in a few days with submission requirements, writing prompts, and monster suggestions!

I am tagging everyone who I can think of who might be interested! Please reblog and pass the word along to spread the word!

Invite tags: @dystopicjumpsuit @clonemedickix @blueink-bluesoul @moonlightwarriorqueen @idontgetanysleep @starrylothcat @starqueensthings @deejadabbles @burningfieldof-clover @commander-sunshine @cobaltbeam @eyeluvmusic21 @enigmaticexplorer @echojedis @frostbitebakery @jedi-hawkins @kimiheartblade @kaminocasey @kimbureh-but-its-only-the-art @littlemissmanga @multi-fan-dom-madness @moodymisty @nahoney22 @nika6q @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @rain-on-kamino @cloned-eyes @zaana @lightspringrain @lightwise @freesia-writes @sunshinesdaydream @tech-deck @vimse @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @book-of-baba-fett @eyeluvmusic21 @wolffegirlsunite @wild-karrde @wings-and-beskar @amorfista @523rdrebel @imarvelatthestars @isthereanechoinhere96 @ladyzirkonia @mandos-mind-trick @mire-draws-things @sinfulsalutations @the-bad-batch-baroness

#pineapple’s 2023 clone Halloween party #monster au #star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #you’re invited

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umbrellaeclipse · 1 month

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Okay, hear me out, not sure if anyone has done this or not but inspiration has just struck me...

AU where Xie Lian and Hua Cheng act just like Morticia and Gomez Addams respectively. Like this would be post cannon, post their getting together...

I'm currently in book 6 just before the flashback... *chuckles* I'm in danger....

Come to think of it I can see it working well with BingQiu as well, and maybe WangXian too...

All the MXTX redblacks are Gomez lol.

*blows kiss* goodnight everyone!

#tgcf #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #wangxian #bingqiu #mxtx #okay i can also see this in a modern au at like a halloween party or something where the main couple dresses up as morticia and gomez

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ask-the-shichibukai · 6 months

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#Perona kept screaming and whining until Mihawk actually gave in #then because he's the definition of pettiness he blackmailed Crocodile to accept Perona's invitation to the party #being a busy businessman in the middle of an important meeting with Mr 1 doesn't count as a good excuse #because Daz was invited too and Crocodile had no choice #ask the cross guild trio #perona discovered crossguild and wanted to embarrass her father figure verse #AU #mihawk #crocodile #perona #one piece #crossguild #cross guild #halloween

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theonepunkasshole · 3 months

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hey, bingus, its now or never, scy got your idiot distracted long enough for you to get a word in

[Theo sighs as he glances at the mutant turtle, not breaking eye contact with him as the server walks by with the bottle he requested, taking it swiftly and calmly. He scoots a little closer and clears his throat.]

... hey... Prince...

[He says softly, trying out an old nickname.]

#rottmnt oc #rottmnt rp #theo #donnie #vanilla icing au #halloween party arc that came after halloween because we didnt think about it at the time #and we're individuals with our own lives that are just trying to have fun to keep the slowly approaching darkness of reality at bay

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dickarchivist · 6 months

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Let Me Hear You Scream

For @anxiouspineapple99's Monster Clone Halloween Party 2023!!

Vampire!Hunter x fem/reader

Contents and Warnings: Minors DNI 🔞, desperation, unprotected PiV sex, back alley sex, maybe voyeurism(?), biting, overstim, mentions of blood, rough sex, clothes ripping, consent being the sexiest thing of all

Author's Notes: Hunter Wives (gn) I hope this gets you were you're going~

The Song inspiration for this fic is called [Scream by SAINT PHNX]. Click it for a good time 👀

The music in the club is incredibly loud, but it feels like everything else is drown out by silence when you catch his eyes on you from across the floor. Half his body is covered in dark tattoos, they're hard to make out in the pulsing lights, but you swear they're bones. But the skeletal markings aren't what caught your attention, it's his eyes. A glowing red, peering directly into your very being, glowing in the multicolored pulses of the room. He's sitting back in one of the lounge seats with his shirt half undone and his arms sprawled over the headrest, as if inviting you in... for a second, you think that's exactly what he's doing.

When you blink, he's gone, and the music returns at full blast. You feel a little dizzy, and decide to go outback to get some fresh air, try to get your head on straight before rejoining your friends on the dance floor. A few offer to join you, but you wave them off, telling them you'll be right back.

He's in the back alley when you get outside, as if he were waiting for you. You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, "You following me pretty boy?"

"Yes, actually," he smirks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of fangs hiding under his lips. He shifts his weight to mimic your stance, and nods his head toward you, "Your scent is more intoxicating than any of the alcohol they're serving," He's on you in a second, moving so fast you couldn't understand it.

His smile presses into your neck as he takes a deep breath, "Kriff your blood smells so sweet," you feel his tongue on your skin, and your knees knock together with a soft moan. His hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but you can pull away, you know you can. He takes another breath of your scent, "Would you mind inviting me in?"

You lean back in his grip, enough to see his face properly. His eyes are a vibrant red, and they're trained on your pulse. The dark tattoos across his face make him look near demonic, and maybe he is, the way he looks at you. You're a meal to him. Your heart is beating, legs weakening, and his grip holds you up, you could run but there's nowhere to go... nowhere you'd want to go either. "What are you going to do?"

His knee presses between your legs and you moan again, hands on his chest for support. You look into his eyes again, and he flashed his fangs, "Only what you let me do, can't act without your say so," he moves his leg against you, pulling another soft gasp from your lips, "Wouldn't mind hearing you scream for me."

You're not sure if it's the alcohol in your system already, or the danger of the situation, but you find yourself grinding your hips against him. "What's your name?" Your voice is breathy, starting to feel damp between your legs.

"Call me Hunter," his mouth is on your neck again, kissing softly, dragging his tongue over your pulse again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There's humor in his voice, feeling fangs drag across your soft skin sends shivers through you, and you clench your thighs around the leg between them, "You're safe from me, Mesh'la."

You believe him, against all odds, you know he's not going to kill you. You nod lull your head to the side a little, already dazed from the spreading warmth between your legs, but still he waits for your words. Hunter buries his face into the crook of your neck, ghosting over your pulse again, whispering, "Invite me in."

"Make me scream, Hunter..."

One of his hands pushes up the skirt of your little dress and palms you, feeling your wet folds through the cloth of your panties. With a sharp tug the fabric snaps and you let out an excited gasp. Hunter kisses your neck and his fingers rub your clit. You can feel his length hardening against your thigh, you're about to reach for it when his fangs sink into your neck.

You thought it would hurt, but the sheer euphoria that washes over you makes you moan loudly as your body trembles, "S-stars, kriff, oh... H-Hunter!"

You feel his fangs leave your skin, followed by suckling from him. His deft fingers slip into your walls without resistance, and you grind against him as his digits curl and rub sweet circles against the most sensitive spots inside you. "Harder... kriff, Hunter..."

His mouth leaves your neck for a moment and you feel a warm trickle down your chest. "Tell me to fuck you."

Hunter's fingers leave your walls and you whine in protest, pulling his face to yours and kissing him hard. You taste your blood on his tongue, and run your own over his fangs before pulling away, "Fuck me, use me, give it to me, Pretty boy," you drag your blunt teeth over his bottom lip with a tug, "Make me scream for you."

In a blink Hunter has you against the wall of the club, your legs around his waist as he holds you up. He tears the front of your dress and tugs your breastband down, licking the blood from your chest as he goes back to suckling at the wound he'd made. You're about to speak again when you feel the head of his length gliding through your folds and bump your clit. More gasps, but no Scream yet. As he pushed into your walls, stretching you open for him, you tremble and wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing the single word, "Harder."

He bucks into you, harder, faster than you'd thought, a surprised, "Ah!" Falling from your lips followed quickly by a desperate, "Yes!"

His length fills you completely, making your eyes cross in pleasure as he pounds into you with each hard thrust of his hips. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs as he bites a fresh wound into the other side of your neck, sucking blood from you as it flows. The euphoric feeling washes over you again, and you cum hard on his length as he draws a scream of pure ecstasy comes from you.

You're limp in Hunter's arms for a second as he feeds, dizzy from everything, the blood, the intense orgasm, but Hunter isn't done with you yet. You gave him permission, you invited him in.

Hunter's mouth pulls off of your neck, licking at the wounds on each side, staying deep in your walls with slow thrusts as you come down from the first high. He grins at you, blood on his teeth, "Kriff you taste better than I thought," his hips snap up into you and you give a sharp cry, "You feel better too, mmm. Still with me, Mesh'la?"

You clench around his length, closing your eyes and shivering, "still here..."

"Good girl." Hunter presses his fingers to your clit as he continues his brutal pace, hard sharp thrusts into you. With the added stimulation to your clit, and your walls already over sensitive, the feeling of Hunter's stiff length thrusting in and out of you so quickly has you near drooling with pleasure.

You Scream for him again, louder than the first time, as you feel a second climax rip through your body. He spends himself in your walls with a primal grunt, and you feel both his spend and yours down your legs. Hunter kisses your neck where he bit you, licking off any remaining blood from your chest, before he pulls out of you with a satisfied sound.

Your legs feel boneless, you nearly fall but he holds you steady, "Still with me?"

"Mmm..." you look up at him, eyes hazy, but completely unafraid, "still here..."

"Can I take you home?"

"You can take me anywhere..."

When you wake up the next day you're completely naked in your bed. You think for a second you'd had the most amazing dream, until you see your torn dress on the floor, and a note on the bed beside you.

"I know your scent, I'll come find you again, Pretty Girl."

You chuckle, throat sore from the screams, and you lick your lips before raking your teeth over your bottom lip, "You better, Pretty Boy."

#sw fic #fanfic #smut #sargent hunter #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #monster clone au #anxiouspineapple99's halloween party 2023 #vampire!hunter au #as in au where hunter is a vamp and not a hunter of vamps

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eclec-tech · 7 months

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"Tambor's Monster"

Once a mindless killer, Echo attempts to live out the rest of his unnatural existence in solitude. But your appearance in the woods one fateful morning gives him reason to hope for more.

Based on this exquisite art by @cloned-eyes.

Oh, but your scream! To hear the voice of another after so long was like music! Naturally, you ran. How could you not? I am a man made up of several men—stitched and stapled, bolted and riveted—my skin no warmer in hue than the lichen on the trees. My mind wandered. What would your voice have sounded like had you spoken a gentle word in Basic rather than a scream of revulsion? How would my name sound on your lips, tenderly uttered in friendship? No. Such things are all but forbidden to me now.

I was lucky to have received the gift of a scream.

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grishaversegirlblogger · 6 months

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inktober day 31: fire // party

Happy Halloween!! I completely ignored the first prompt because I needed my ineffable Halloween dress up au more than I needed air.

anyways you can also tell I'm suffering with my tablet settings because that bodysuit is meant to be offwhite not blue 💔💔

ive been rushing all about today but I promise to get this wip done sometime this week 🫶🫶along with a bunch of other prompts I didn't manage to finish on time

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hi! just wanted to drop by and say i adore your halloween steddie series!! it’s one of my favorites and i love getting notifications for it 💖 (this is in no way a push for updates though, please take your time! no rush at all, take care of yourself!!)

Thank you nonny 🩷 I appreciate you checking in and saying how much you love the series! The last chapter has been pretty slow going due to some personal stuff going on. It's been hard to get back into it and it feels like every time I open the doc I can get about one or two sentences down before I have to close it again.

But, I have a very small teaser snippet I can share of an interaction that I quite like, I promise part ten will be up soon, thank you for cheering me on!

"She's pretty intense hey?" Eddie says, turning back to the kid. He trails off at the scowl Dustin gives him in response.

"Nance is cool and has a gun, I wouldn't mess with her, and I wouldn't mess with Steve if I were you," Dustin scoffs, taking a step closer.

#halloween party au #part ten coming soon i hope #i have some actual time off now so i should be able to work on it hopefully without spiraling #dustin henderson #eddie munson #dustin and nancy are both intense and give me sibling energy #protective party #since this is taking place during season 2 and Robin has not come into their lives yet Steve needs more people in his corner

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absurdumsid · 4 months

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Laying on my bed and going through your posts and giggling at all of the silly(/pos) drawings of dust and horror and horror!pills because I’m so normal about it.

im also very normal about them

Horror! Sans belongs to Sour_Apple_Studios Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale XPAU belongs to kuuuuro

#horror sans #murder sans #dust sans #xpau #xmas party au #sid answers #sid art #happy halloween everyone

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luveline · 1 year

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hii!! love bites was so gorgeous jade!!! and could i request i need a ride with rockstar!sirius or remus?? maybe they’re on tour and not coming home when they said they would?? just in general missing them ✨✨

luveline's halloween party

hi, tysm! ♡ rockstar!sirius x gn!reader

"Hey," Sirius says, sounding way too happy for how early it is. You smile at the sound of his voice.

"Hi, handsome," you say.

"Did I wake you up?"

You peek at the clock on his bedside table, phone pressed sluggishly to your ear. "No," you lie, "I'm awake. I'm so excited to see you, I barely slept last night."

"Honey," he starts softly, which is never, ever good. Sirius only calls you honey when he's feeling sorry for you, whether that be because he did something he needs to apologise for, or because something bad has happened.

You're guessing he needs to apologise. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, guessing near immediately what it is he's about to tell you.

"It'll be another week, at least."

You push the phone away from your cheek so he can't listen to you dissolve. It's surprising how quickly the upset takes hold. It's surprising how often he lets you down, though you know it isn't his fault.

"Are you there?" he asks as you pull the phone back in.

"'At least'?" you ask, careful to keep the tears out of your voice.

"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry, sweetheart."

He sounds remorseful enough that you forgive him. It really isn't his fault.

Just because it's not his fault doesn't mean you can stop the tears that well up. "I miss you," you mumble, wiping the wetness from your cheeks with an unkind, thoughtless hand. If Sirius were here he'd take your chin between his thumb and his finger and pat them dry gently, a concerned, heartbroken pout stretched over his fine mouth.

"I miss you too."

You nod, letting your cheek drop against the quickly dampened cotton of your pillow case. "You promise?"

"I promise. I'd say no but they didn't really give me a choice. I did say no. They got us seven minutes on Evening's with Dolly Dower, and she's so high profile that the label literally have me in a vice."

You nod. Regretfully, self-pitying. You miss your stupid boyfriend and his stupid hands, you miss his stupid long hair and his stupid, stupid mouth. "I really hate you, sometimes," you mutter. You'd meant to say I love you. It feels like the same thing this far apart.

"Don't say that," he pleads, his tone much lighter. "Hate me when I'm home and leaving my hair on the shower wall. Or when I forget my orange peels on the sofa. Hate me when I'm hogging all the blankets. Just don't hate me now."

"...Okay," you agree shakily.

"Okay. I'll be home in a week, contract or not. I promise." He clears his throat. "Can you stay on the phone for a bit? I have an hour. I... miss your voice."

You laugh through tears. "I miss your voice, too, hotshot. Wait, did you say Dolly Dower?"

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius black dialogue #rockstar!sirius #rockstar!sirius black #rockstar!au #luveline's halloween party #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic

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