#thirsty thursday: stranger things

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Losing It

steddie, omegaverse, virginity kink, loss of virginity, mdni 🔞

Steve has always been good, and good omegas kept their legs closed. His mother loved to say, “No one buys the cow when they can get the milk for free.”

Which, gross. He isn’t a cow, and any milk he has will be for his pups, thank you very much. But his mom clearly knows what she’s talking about—former stewardess who landed a hotshot business man at 21 and got him to build her a house just close enough to her dirt poor parents to rub it in. Who got pregnant a year later, stopping after Steve because, “Pregnancy is miserable, Steven. I could barely keep anything down with you! I lost weight and still got stuck with stretch marks!”

She only started saying that after he presented, while the cow thing started much earlier. Mostly about his father’s secretaries. And anyone in short skirts.

But his mother always would say, “You’re such a good omega, Stevie. So sweet and pure. You’re going to make an alpha very happy someday. Just make sure you get what you deserve first.”

Robin says his mom gave him a complex, fucked him up. “Seriously, Steve, it’s like a fetish. You get off on blue-balling your dates,” she says one night while Steve is shelving new releases.

“I do not! I just wanna make sure I find the right alpha.”

“You thought I might be-”

“Shut up!”

Neither of them needs to think any more about his drunken confession when they first became friends. How he tried to kiss her before she admitted to only liking girls and awkwardly screeching that he had nice tits but she was much more interested in playing with Tammy Thompson’s boobies.

“Besides, you’re a big ol’ virgin, too!”

“Yeah, but not because I wanna be! I’m a virgin in a loser way; you’re a virgin in a porno way!”

Steve’s lower lips trembles, his shoulders hunch, and in moments Robin is at his side.

“I’m sorry, that was bitchy!”

“No, you’re right! I’m a prude and a tease and I’m—Rob, I’m really fucked up.”

They talk it out the rest of their shift, and Steve makes up his mind to find a decent alpha and get it over with, rip off the bandaid so he doesn’t have some virgin/whore complex when he finally gets married.

But finding a decent alpha is *hard* and he goes on too many first dates and zero second dates. He’s about ready to give up, to focus on re-applying to colleges instead, when it finally happens.

He’s running late, picking up Dustin as a favor to Mrs. Henderson, forgetting he needed gas until he’s on the way.

It’s dark, and he pulls into the near empty parking lot, spotting Dustin leaned against a shitty white van. Steve parks and rushes out, apologizing as he pulls Dustin to him, crushing him to his chest.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin huffs, pushing him back. “Eddie waited with me.”

“Figured we’d give you another ten minutes before I drove him home myself,” Eddie Munson says with a smile, blowing out cigarette smoke. “You okay, Harrington?”

“Yeah. Yes. Thank you,” he starts, blushing, not sure why he suddenly feels warm. “For waiting with Dustin, I mean.”

Eddie drops his cigarette, crushes it with the toe of his boot. “Yeah, of course. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Steve, you’re being weird.”

“No, I’m not! Get in the car, Dustin, your mom is waiting. See you around, Eddie?”

“Yeah, see you around.”

Steve considers showing up early next week when he picks Dustin up from Hellfire. Or hanging around the record store in hopes Eddie comes in. But in the end he decides that he’s better off being straightforward and asking for what he wants. It’s not like an alpha would say no. Not to what Steve is offering. Not when he smelled interest and fear coming off Eddie the night before.

And with how his spicy scent made Steve’s mouth water… He thinks he’ll have fixed his little problem soon.

So he gets dressed as carefully as possible, and drives to Eddie’s.

He knocks, pleased when Eddie is the one to answer and not his uncle, the alpha blinking against the daylight. “Um, hey, Steve, what are you doing here?” he asks, sounding a little bit sleepy.

“Can I come in?” Steve blurts, nervous, maybe even a little bit terrified.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie steps aside, bowing as Steve walks past him, and it might just be what he’s planning to do, but Steve’s never been so charmed in his life. “You sure you’re okay? Because you seem kinda… Off.”

“I’m fine! Honest. I just…”

“Steve?”

“Iwanyoutafuckme.”

Even with how fast he mumbled it, Eddie clearly understood. “What the fuck? What? Why! Why ME?”

“Because I’m tired of waiting, and all the alphas I know suck, and you’re weird but nice, and…” Steve pauses, swallows hard as he looks straight into Eddie’s dark chocolate eyes.

“And no one would believe me anyway, right? So no one has to know.”

Shame flames up his neck and over his cheeks, because that was part of it. The tiniest bit. But Steve bites his lip and shakes his head. “I figured you wouldn’t make fun of me. For not being good at it.”

“With how sweet you smell, I doubt any alpha would tell you that you were bad at sex, Steve.”

“They sure do like calling me a frigid bitch and saying my pussy’s gotta be too dry to feel good since ‘I’m so good at saying no.’ But, sure…” He sniffles, and Eddie steps in close.

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I didn’t—” Eddie reaches to cup Steve’s cheek, and on instinct the omega leans into the touch.

He purrs, takes a step closer of his own and scents at Eddie’s neck. “You smell real nice, Eddie,” Steve whispers, his lips ghosting along the skin of his throat.

“You smell like hot apple pie.”

“Oh yeah?”

“With vanilla ice cream.”

“Nancy said my scent was really mild, and Tommy always said it was sour…”

“So, you’re just sweet for me, Stevie?”

“I wanna be real sweet for you, Eddie. Let me, please?”

Eddie can only nod. He leads Steve back to his room, watches as Steve strips out of his clothes, revealing delicate pink lace. “You really want this…”

“I really do.” Steve takes Eddie’s hand, brings it to his crotch, lets him feel how much slick already clings to the lacy fabric of his panties. “I want you to be the first alpha to touch me here. I thought about it all night, how good your knot would feel in my tight, hot pussy.”

“I don’t think I’ll last long enough to make it good. Shit, Steve, I’ve never—”

“It’s okay. We can always wait until you’re ready to go again—”

Eddie kisses him then, with far too much teeth, but Steve feels the desire in it and grins.

He’s getting what he wants.

Eddie’s right in the end, popping his knot too soon. Steve cries out in pain, his own dick going soft as he whines through the alpha’s near-violent orgasm.

But the second time is better. After that, Eddie begs to eat him out, to come all over his tits, for Steve to stuff those panties in his mouth and ride him.

By the time he leaves, he has a date for the following evening.

Now that Eddie’s gotten a taste, Steve’s pretty sure he’s not going anywhere.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Each day, I post something new for the fandoms I love, dictated by my daily topics: Multiship Mondays, Trans Tuesdays, Wizard Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursdays, Fem Fridays, Stranger Saturdays, and of course, Sirius Sundays

On each respective day I'll post either a headcannon, ficlet, or maybe even some art based on the topic, feel free to send in some asks with your own ideas, requests, or headcannons and I'll answer on the connecting day!

Links to each of the days can be found below the cut: (all coming soon)

🫶Multiship Mondays🫶

🏳️‍⚧️Trans Tuesdays🏳️‍⚧️

🐦‍🔥Wizard Wednesdays🐦‍🔥

🔞Thirsty Thursdays🔞

🌚Fem Fridays🌚

🦇Stranger Saturdays🦇

⭐️Sirius Sundays⭐️

[hippolotamus]

Thirsty Fuck it Friday 🪩

Tagged by @tizniz for Thirsty Thursday and @daffi-990 for Fuck it Friday. And let me just say... go read their snippets if you haven't because 🔥🔥🔥

okay! so, two tag days, two snippets... right? a little Buddie here, a little Lutalia there. bon appetit!

from debatably (i use that so loosely lmao) sfw watch my shattered edges glisten:

Whatever Eddie thought he was going to see tonight– this was not it. He was prepared for flowing, graceful, and ethereal. For simultaneously muted and vibrant blending together in what could almost be described as an erotic ballet.   This, however– it’s loud and bold. Like being thrust into the daylight after years of darkness, or an endless storm, sending the shadows scattering.  Arsen steps out to music that begins with roughly ten seconds of synthesized horns before melting into an intense beat. He’s forgone his usual long sleeved mesh tee, wearing only a black chest harness on top. Even that’s slightly different, using a shiny patent leather instead of a matte finish. It hugs his muscles perfectly, with horizontal straps encasing his pecs and a singular vertical strap down the middle that disappears under matching booty shorts that showcase his thick thighs. Normally, Arsen seems to tease at whatever’s hiding beneath his clothes. Just enough of an outline to make Eddie wonder. Tonight there is no hinting. There’s an obvious bulge under the skin tight attire, further highlighted by the way he drags his palms up his quads and deliberately frames it with his fingers. Like he’s showing off. Strutting around like a peacock looking to prove he’s the best mate.

Buck’s music 😏

And some definitely nsfw untitled Lutalia (they are strangers at this point and Lucy hasn't given up her name):

Her right hand slips over Nat’s abdomen, past the hem of her dress until she’s grazing Nat’s inner thigh. A torturous barely there touch that sets her alight. Fuck.  How did she let herself go so long without this? How did she get so lost in the business of people dying that she denied herself the chance to live? Nat lets out a breathy whine, already just this side of desperate.  The woman nibbles her ear, chuckling darkly. “Impatient, are we?”  “Y-yeah. Yes.” Corset moans, somehow holding Nat closer. “Goddamn, what a fucking dream you are. Bet you’re all wet for me, too, aren’t you?” Nat knows she is, can feel the slickness between her legs. All she’s able to manage is a nod in response.  Corset hums appreciatively, tracing an invisible path up, up, up.  The prospect of relief is so near, Nat buzzes with excitement, eagerly anticipating the moment she’ll finally be touched the way she wants. Short nails scrape along her skin, toying with the seam of her underwear. She’s never been more grateful for being low on clean laundry and being forced to choose a thong tonight.  Except Corset pulls away then and Nat whines. A high pitched undignified thing that should leave her drowning in shame if she wasn’t so turned on.  “Don’t you worry. You’re getting what’s coming to you. Just gonna make a few adjustments first.” Corset deftly unzips the back of Nat’s dress, allowing the front to drop, exposing her breasts. Sleek leather and ribbon presses into her spine while Corset grins salaciously, rolling each nipple between her fingers. Corset’s other hand brushes over her swollen, sensitive clit through damp lacy fabric.  Nat meets her eyes in the mirror, pleading for more.  “Christ, just look at yourself, baby. Look how beautiful you are for me.” Nat does and fuck. She looks as debauched as she feels. Tits out and makeup smeared, letting a complete stranger be in control of her pleasure.

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[mycupofrum]

Thirsty Thursday Friday

Thanks for the tag @squintclover! ❤️ It just so happens I've been writing something very thirsty today. It's from a missing scene in my Prongsfoot drabble First day of work (which is also part of the CEO Black AU verse). In short, James has a one-night stand with a stranger who later turns out to be his new boss.

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James stumbles backwards until his calves hit the edge of his bed. The next thing he knows, he's lying on his back, his shirt open, and the lips of the handsome stranger are tracing a path of kisses down his chest, sucking, nipping, licking. 

A moan escapes James. "Fuck. What's your name? I need to know, please." 

"No names." The man's soft hair tickles James's stomach as he undoes James's jeans. 

"Then can I suck you off?"  

The man pauses and sits up on James's thighs, gazing at him curiously. "You don't want me to do it to you first?" 

"You can do whatever you want, darling. But I can be loud, and if I can't speak your name, I'd rather just put my mouth to better use." 

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Tagging @rosemelodyshah @roalinda @gracelesslady23 @fiendishfyre and anyone who wants to do this. :)

[bardic-tales]

Good morning! I hope that you have a wonderful Thursday. As I mentioned in my taglist post, the Creators’ Club is to foster a community between like-minded individuals.

Every day, there will be a theme: such as Blorbo Blursday where it is encouraged you go into each other’s ask boxes or even a post on your blog asking about each others’ weekly project or muse.

This project is not to promote your work – even though that will happen organically – but to support the other Tumblr members. It’s to foster a community. You don’t need to participate every day, as I know how it’s important to focus on your health, but please try to interact with each other.

Also, please remember to be kind to everyone and their characters / WIPs. No drama in the creative pool.

Our Thursdays are on rotation. We have two events: Thirsty Thursday (which is a self-promo event) and Blorbo Blursday.

How to participate: Send an ask to a fellow member starting with 'Happy Tender Tuesday' and the member questions about their OC and OCs in their WIPs.

Remember to tag @bardic-tales in all of your responses, as well as posts, so I can share it on this post.

Please refer to our ’Meet the Character / Project’ post we did yesterday. There is a list of everyone’s desired talking point this week under Creators.

If you have your asks open, you will receive an ask by @bardic-tales today. However, I know some of you don’t for various reasons. You are welcome to use one or all three of the following questions and tag me, so I can reblog it.

Daily Questions:

What is your character’s current conflict? What steps are they taking to address this conflict?

What is a defining part of your character's backstory? Why does this affect your character so much? What does your character think about this facet of their backstory?

Is it easy for this character to tell someone "no" when they don't want to do something? If so, have they ever regretted saying no? If not, have they ever regretted saying yes?

If your character could have one object, what would it be? Why would they choose this object? What would they do with it?

Member's Answers

@bardic-tales: final fantasy 7: bianca moore

@bardic-tales: final fantasy 7: bianca moore

@megandaisy9: 13 Reasons Why. Dying Light: libby mason

@megandaisy9: 13 Reasons Why. Dying Light: libby mason

@nightingaleflowlibrary: naruto: holly reed

@nightingaleflowlibrary: naruto: holly reed

@nightingaleflowlibrary: naruto: holly reed

@themaradwrites: marvel: andie and cass

@sliceoflifeshepard: original work: chaos and gordon

@watermeezer: original work: dania and dalia

@pinkevilwriter: original work: shine

@kricketbee: avatar-last air bender: princess dai yu

@asirensrage: stranger things: kate thompson

he following are the current members of our club:

@watermeezer @nightingaleflowlibrary @megandaisy9 @sliceoflifeshepard @themaradwrites

@serenofroses @kricketbee @pinkevilwriter @asirensrage

To sign up for the Creators’ Club, please see this post on @bardic-tales’ blog about it:

Creators’ Club Tag List

Thank you for your interest, and we look forward in getting to know you and your works.

[palfriendpatine66]

Thirsty Thursday (?)

Aka your pal has no self restraint. Here’s the intro to the wiggles au - we should really call it something else - for now let’s go with Infinite Happiness

When I meet somebody new I say: How do you do? How do you do? How do you do? When I meet somebody new I say: how do you do? My name is Ben! It’s nice to meet you!

“You lost or trying to make your escape while you still have the chance,” a soft voice drawled from the dark.

Anakin jolted to a stop, arrested by the intriguing sound. He was lost, although suddenly a lot less concerned with that fact. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, watching the final laps of the race he’d much rather be attending on his phone as he made his way to the bathroom before he was subjected to an agonizing two hours of nonstop Infinite Happiness - Live in Concert, his preschool twins most favorite singing group in the whole world. He’d just had to go and buy the concert tickets when Padmé said she hadn’t been able to get a hold of any herself, only thinking of the dual win of being the hero in their eyes and one upping their mother while he was at it, not stopping to consider the astronomical loss that having to sit through the concert would be.

Anakin caught sight of the shadowy figure who’d spoken from where they were tucked into a dark corner. Shining gray blue eyes captured his attention and threw all sense out the window and he said the first thing that came to mind. “I'd rather take a power drill to the temple than have to listen to The Happy Song one more time.”

A look of pure incredulity passed over the stranger’s face. They threw their head back with a laugh that drew Anakin in and had him smiling right along with him.

“Cheers to that mate,” the man said. He raised a flask in Anakin’s direction with a nod and then tipped it to his lips with several long gulps that drew Anakin’s eyes to the bob of his throat. “Only way to get through it.”

He held the flask out to Anakin with a questioning tilt of his head, and Anakin found himself step forward despite himself. “What the hell,” he muttered under his breath and brought it up to his lips without breaking eye contact. His eyes teared up as it burned its way down his throat, warmth blooming and spreading through his chest. A thought stuck in his mind as he handed it back - received with a cocky smirk and tossed back far more gracefully - was that those delectable lips were wrapped around where his had just been.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Gorgeous. “Anakin.”

“Pretty name for a pretty boy.”

Anakin’s cheeks were on fire - and when had it gotten so hot in here? - when he was offered the flask again and drank far more deeply than was wise to hide his face and save himself from having to come up with a response.

What the fuck was happening here? He was a father. He didn’t day drink, for one thing, and not with strangers, for another. Certainly not at children’s concerts. And he hadn’t flirted with anyone since the divorce, let alone ridiculously attractive men wearing eyeliner in dark hallways who looked about ready to eat him alive.

His only excuse for what happened next was he was taken completely and totally by surprise.

Strong, thick fingers wove through his hair and together with the hand that sprawled across his lower back, tugged him forward to waiting lips. They met his own, strong and sure, and parted so that a searching tongue could dart out to lick across his own trembling lower lip, requesting access.

With a gasp Anakin responded enthusiastically, not just granting entry but sucking on the questing tongue that slipped into his mouth like he was starving and intended to swallow him whole. Moaning messily into the increasingly wet kiss, if the sloppy movements could even be called that; they’d already turned into something more, something obscene.

Obscene, Anakin repeated inwardly as his fists twisted into a leather jacket and tight black pants, demanding more and growling with approval when the man’s slighter frame pressed up against his own. Hips that just begged to be grabbed, Anakin only too happy to oblige, ground filthily against his thigh and left little up to the imagination.

[ogyscrypt]

The First Consultation

Welcome to this Thirsty Thursday!

Hundreds would give anything to be where he is right now, but you have eyes only for him.

Full Audio Can Be Found Here.

A famous interior decorator and a new and upcoming celebrity meet in person for the first time. What develops between them is something carnal and full of aggressive lust, and the last thing they expected to happen.

[M4A] [Script fill] The First Cumsultation [Slight MDom] [Strangers to Lovers] [Ass eating] [Anal] [Oral] [Penetrative Sex] [Interior Decorator Speaker] [Celebrity Listener] [Encouragement] [Good job] [British accent] [Real orgasm] [Moany & breathy]

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (23-29 Apr 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰👂‍Something Wild & Wonderful (Anita Kelly, author; Mark Sanderlin, narrator) - really enjoyable contemp romance about 2 guys who meet hiking the PCT - great MCs, great supporting characters

😍Backhoe (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 123K, no-powers modern AU with a smol Steve & beefy Bucky - absolutely incredible fic where Steve's an art grad student/activist & goes to protest a pipeline in Appalachia, which is going to be built across Bucky's family land - this fic was fantastic! Great (& authentic) sense of place & community, well-developed OCs (Bucky's sisters) - it's a meet-cute followed by all the work an actual relationship takes, very real & genuine with the emotions & hurdles that come up.

🥰Gravity's Got Nothing on You (zosofi) - 86K, sterek au, fake dating, frenemies-to-lovers with the encouragement(?) of some magic wolf figurines - it's probably been 8 years since I read this and it's as delightful as I remember - they're both so emotionally constipated it's hilarious

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby series (IrisLanding) - Stranger Things: steddie, 21K - "Steve and Eddie stumble into a series of dirty talking sexual adventures that may actually lead somewhere."

turn down the lights, turn down the bed (rockinhamburger) - Ted Lasso: Trent/Ted, 25K - Trent, drunk & thirsty af & bemoaning his life, accidentally texts Ted instead of his bestie. Some really good dicking, angst & emotions ensue.

Love Runs Wild (DevilDoll) - TW: sterek, 9K - a fucking forever fave classic from the "Neckz 'n Throats" universe

Thursday Nights with Bucky Barnes (Ellessey) - MCU: stucky, 4K - short but super duper meet cute with grumpy Steve and NOT the normal laundromat guy

Not In The Answer But The Question (aimmyarrowshigh) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 27K - reread this fantastic shrunkyclunks with cap!steve (who's busy not processing his trauma) meeting queer disabled jewish deli owner bucky. So fucking good. Plus it will make you crave BEC bagels (which I 100% ordered from our local place this AM)

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Dirty Laundry - s2, e11

Um, Actually - s1, e5; s6, e2-6,8-12, s8, e3-4

Shrinking - s1, e1

Schmigadoon! - s2, e5

The Brokenwood Mysteries - s9, e3

Ted Lasso - s3, e7 [x2]

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Weird Al Yankovic

Into It - Roy Wood Jr. Is Ready for Late Night

Switched on Pop - Who killed the key change in pop music?

⭐Desert Island Discs - Dara Ó Briain, comedian and television presenter

99% Invisible #534 - For Amusement Only (Free Replay)

⭐Vibe Check - You About to Lose Yo’ Job

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Harry Belafonte

ICYMI Plus - We’ve Learned Nothing From West Elm Caleb

Decoder Ring Plus - The Artist Who Was Both Loved and Disdained

Ologies with Alie Ward - Delphinology Part 2 (DOLPHINS) with Justin Gregg

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Last Wild Apple Groves

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Telling Time through the Trees with the Places Team

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Caring for Canids

Shedunnit - Bonus: What is "Cosy"?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moose Boulder

Into It - Are We Into Ed Sheeran's Lawsuit, Tucker Carlson's Firing, and Timothée Chalamet?

Endless Thread - The Birds and the Bugs

Sidedoor - Bill Nye the Sidedoor Guy

You're Dead To Me - The Rise of the Tudors

⭐Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Video Pilled Suburbia’s Child

ICYMI Plus - Should We All Be Pirating More?

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Paul McCartney

Presenting Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Instru-Metal

Emily King

Presenting Dio

Presenting Iron Maiden

Alestorm

synthwave radio [Lofi Girl]

Presenting Alice Cooper

Presenting Rush

The Look Of Love - The Very Best Of ABC [ABC]

[anna-hawk]

I posted 2,194 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,774 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#jon bernthal - 496 posts

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#5

JB Spring Fling – Thirsty Thursday

Relationship: Shane Walsh x GN!Reader Fandom: The Walking Dead Word count: 932 Rating: M Summary: You're appreciating the view as Shane helps Rick to assemble a pool. Prompt: Favorite body part

You can also read it on AO3

The summer is close in Georgia, and the weather has been showing it for the last week. Of course, who says summer also says swimming pool. Or something close to it, at least. 

It’s the middle of the afternoon, and you’re sitting with Lori and Carol around a table on the patio that is giving onto the Grimes’ garden. You’re sheltered from the sun thanks to a large sunshade and sip from a cocktail. Yes, because summer also means fruity cocktails. 

Meanwhile, Rick and Shane work in the garden and are attempting to put a small pool together, while Sofia and Carl run around the garden, playing and laughing. 

From time to time, you hear either of the men cursing at the instruction manual, or arguing about which piece goes where. You watch as Rick pulls the manual from Shane’s hands and points at something on it before doing the same with a piece of pool on the grass. 

“This is D. Not this one.” Rick continues pointing. 

“Nope, man. That’s D. See, you got the little lines here, like in the drawing,” Shane stands closer to Rick and presses his fingers into the spot he means. 

“This ain’t makin’ any fuckin’ sense,” Rick sighs, wiping a hand over his forehead and frowning. 

“It sure ain’t.” 

They both snort and start over again, taking each piece, checking it with the manual, and lying it on the grass once they have figured out what it’s for. 

“You think you gonna have the pool ready before the end of summer?” You call out with a teasing grin, that’s accompanied by the laughter of Carol and Lori. 

“Ain’t ya funny, Darlin’. C'mere if you think you know better,” Shane shoots back with an amused huff. 

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to buy this one,” you point at Shane and Rick in turn, but you still get up and walk to them, cocktail in hand and holding out a hand for the manual. 

Shane snorts and rolls his eyes at your antics, lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe over his face. You get a nice eyeful of his torso, the sun making his sweaty skin shine. Taking a sip from your drink and slowly pulling your eyes away from your boyfriend’s body, you quietly go over the manual and the parts on the grass. 

“You got those two backwards,” you nod towards the parts in question in turn. “This goes here and this one there.” You show them on the manual, before returning it to a stunned Shane with a playful kiss to his cheek, and saunter away. 

“Damn, it’s true,” you hear him muttering. 

Carol and Lori are laughing at the men’s expressions of confusion and give you a silent round of applause to your amusement. 

Now that they’ve finally made actual sense of the instructions, Shane and Rick work quickly, assembling those parts and these parts. It gets more interesting for you after Shane decides to take off his shirt and expose his upper body. No matter how long you’ve been together, you don’t grow tired of seeing him like that. Shane is… rather shameless about showing off his body. He knows exactly what he does as he struts around, his shorts barely hanging onto his hips, the 22 pendant bouncing on his chest with his every move. You would hate him for looking this mouthwatering if you didn’t thoroughly enjoy every moment of watching him like that. That cocky, hot bastard. But he’s your cocky, hot bastard, so you can’t complain all that much. 

“Do you need another cocktail? Or maybe just a cold shower?” You hear Carol snicker before realizing that she’s talking to you, and see her winking at you. 

You don’t even pretend not to understand what she’s talking about, and just laugh with an unapologetic shrug. 

“He’s such a showoff,” you chuckle, the sound more fond than anything as you return your gaze to Shane and his glistening chest. 

You have to make a conscious effort to stop yourself from showing just how much the view truly affects you. If you were alone, you would get up right this moment and walk over to him and start licking the sweat off him, starting with his nipples. 

As the construction of the pool progresses, you try to keep up with the conversation, but ultimately, your eyes stray towards Shane more and more often with every stretch of his back or swipe over his torso with the previously discarded shirt. The last straw is after he’s drunk from his water bottle and Carl has told him something amusing, causing water to run down over his chest as he laughs.

Thankfully, they are finally done. Rick puts the hose inside the pool to start filling it, while Shane walks up the patio to slump down next to you. He smells of grass and sweat, and simply absolutely delicious.

He gets up after a minute to get himself something to drink, and you follow him under the guise of needing to make a phone call. As soon as you’re in the kitchen, you push Shane against the counter top and plaster yourself against him to take his lips in a hard kiss. Shane doesn’t seem surprised in the least, and grabs you by the hips, welcoming your tongue and pushing back. 

“You don’t get to shower until I’m done with you,” you tell him hotly and force yourself away from him before you do something you might regret doing in your friend’s house, Shane’s smug laugh following you back outside.

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#4

I need a mental notepad that I can go back to whenever a good plot point hits me out of nowhere and I can't actually write it down. Because whenever I do sit down to write it, it's always either gone, or the vague memory isn't as good as the original.

241 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#3

Angry sex with Shane, where you're riding him hard and fast, one hand over his throat and the other at the headboard that keeps slamming against the wall. Shane makes some sarcastic comment, earning him a sharp slap to the face. His eyes take up a dangerous glint. He sits up, grabs you by the hair and throws you off him. You try to regain your balance but Shane doesn't let you. He turns you on your stomach, pushes your face into the mattress and fucks back inside you. It's rough and delicious but he lets his hand wander too close to your mouth. You bite into the meat of where the thumb meets the wrist. He yelps loudly and moves up, so you're able to buck your hips and roll away from under him. It ends with the both of you on the floor, teeth biting at lips and fingers pulling at hair or squeezing a thigh roughly. You're panting, exhausted but satisfied, and the "I hate you" has never sounded sweeter.

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[tklnurse]

Decided to answer all the questions in the post I reblogged a little bit ago lol. Save y’all the trouble of asking 😂😂

1. Where to you crave to tickle, or be tickled, the most?

Be tickled: Always ribs. Sometimes feet too.

Tickle: No particular spot, wherever the lee is most ticklish.

2. What are some of your favorite verbal teases?

I just like when the ler talks about how ticklish and/or helpless I am. Also when they specifically say “tickle torture”.

3. What's the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to you while being tickled?

Nothing more humiliating than a fart that I can think of.

4. Where's the best place to go to do some public tickling? (The mall, library, restaurant, park? Ect.)

We tend to do it at restaurants because that’s where we end up together the most frequently lol.

5. Picture yourself (or a Lee) in the stocks. A marker is pulled out, and something is written on your (or their) feet. What does it say?

Probably “tickle me” or “I’m so ticklish”.

6. What would be your best bartering agreement to get someone to stop tickling you?

There is absolutely no bartering agreement on Earth that would stop my ler 😂😂😂.

7. Are there any other kinks or fetishes you'd want incorporated into a tickling session? How?

Several, and we usually do incorporate at least a couple of them. But I don’t want to discuss all that on here 💀.

8. What are you wearing on your feet right now?

Nothing.

9. Describe a tickle related dream you once had.

A very elaborate “depression treatment” lab themed dream, that again, I’m not trying to discuss all that on here lol.

10. If you could wear anything as a fun, one-time thing for a themed tickle session, what would it be?

Hmm. Maybe like a wonder woman or bat woman suit.

11. What kind of tickle related gift would you get for a Lee's birthday? For a Ler's?

Some sort of tool or bondage related item would be suitable for both a lee and a ler.

12. If the number that your favorite athlete wears means that was the minimum amount of minutes to endure next time you were tickled, how screwed would you be?

#13 - 13 minutes. I’m perfectly fine 😂😂😂.

13. Do you prefer to give/hear begging for less or more tickles?

He doesn’t make me beg for more so idk. Begging for less is good cuz that means he’s breaking me lol. As a ler I also like to hear them beg for less, for that same reason.

14. What are you thoughts of being recorded during a tickle session, then watching it later with whomever was a part of the session?

I don’t mind being recorded but it’s not a need. For some unknown reason I HATE watching it with him. But sometimes I enjoy re-watching it alone.

15. Post orgasm tickles, Yay or Nay?

Yay!

16. Which tickle related content creator, either professional or amateur, would you most want to have a session with?

Flashy Feet Productions, The Tickle Room, James Darke, French Tickling 🤷🏼‍♀️ Bonjour! 😂 Octopus Tickling, too.

17. What is a nightmare scenario for you when it comes to tickling?

NOT being tickled 😂😂😂.

18. Would you rather get tickled by your high-school bully and high school crush at the same time? Or by your most favorite and least favorite co-workers?

Neither lol. This question can fuck off 😂.

19. Theoretically, do Ler's/Lee's that hold a position of power make them more enticing to you? (For example, if they were your Boss, or held political office?)

It doesn’t matter. As long as they’re a Dom.

20. Favorite thing to be called during a session?

“Ticklish little girl”.

21. Ever hear of Thirsty Thursday, now introducing Tickle Tuesday! It's a day where... (Complete this sentence.)

you get tickled to your heart’s content.

22. What is your gag of choice, if any, during a session?

I don’t prefer to use one… but either a ball gag or the bone shaped one my ler also has are fine.

23. In a safe environment, would you let a complete stranger tickle you while you were blindfolded and restrained? If yes, would you want to see what the person looked like after? Or live with the mystery?

Not a stranger, no.

24. How much tickling would it take to convince you to eat your least favorite food?

A good amount. lol.

25. Would you wear an article of clothing in public that said "Tickling turns me on" if it was written in a different language?

Depends if it’s a commonly known language 😂 like I definitely wouldn’t wear it in Spanish, French, or Creole here… but maybe like Japanese 😂

26. What kind of things do you hope to see in your inbox when you see a notification?

Asks are my favorite always 😅.

27. Would you ever try a bastinado session? Or foot roasting?

Have done both. They’re fun.

28. Who do you wish knew about your kinks and fetishs in your life that currently doesn't?

Nobody. lol.

29. Write a haiku about tickling.

I love tickling,

Please tickle me lots and lots,

That wasn’t enough.

30. What do think about a tickle session that involves a lee being in the back seat of a car with their feet locked in the passenger head rest? Keep in mind the car is parked in a semi-busy parking garage, and the windows are rolled down, meaning sound can echo and travel easier, and above all else, people can see. Would you participate?

I would absolutely not participate. lol.

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Shut up and dance with me

steddie, omegaverse, a little bit of fun during my angst-fest to celebrate some follower milestones 🥰

Steve keeps saying he feels goofy wearing a suit, even if he’s happy to do it for Robin. It’s non-traditional, sticking an omega in black-tie. But neither is an alpha like Buckley having an omega as her best man. Her mating ceremony is beautiful, Chrissy absolutely sparkles, and Steve cries through half of it because he’s so happy for his best friend.

Eddie might cry a little, too.

He’s seated in the front row, with Robin’s family, since he and Steve are ‘capital S’ Serious, and Steve has practically been adopted by Robin’s parents. Melissa catches him crying and smiles; she’s certain to ask when he and Steve are going to tie the knot themselves.

He’s nowhere near ready to answer that one. Especially without Steve to help. Eddie hasn’t wanted to rush things, even being friends so long beforehand. Knows that he loves Steve more than anything. But they’ve barely been dating a year…

After the ceremony, Steve catches his eye from the reception line. “You good?” Eddie mouths, quirking a questioning brow.

Steve makes a dumb face—pretends to cry—gives him a thumbs up, and it’s like everything rearranges, his whole world shifting a couple inches to the left.

He knows.

All his worries about it being too fast float away like so much dust on the wind. He’d be happy enough watching Steve from across the room for the rest of his life, to giggle and mime at one another.

But after the reception, he gets to take Steve home.

Not being in the wedding party, he should honestly head over to the venue soon—after going through the receiving line. He kisses Chrissy’s cheek, tells her she looks stunning, high fives Robin for locking down her perfect omega, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you with a cocktail,” in Steve’s ear.

He manages to cop a feel, squeezing Steve’s ass before pulling back, earning him a tiny whine as they part.

Forcing himself to keep walking, Eddie hates leaving his m—

Hates leaving Steve. He wants to run back and scoop him into his arms. To keep him close.

Instead, he gets in Steve’s car and drives to the reception, grabs a scotch from the open bar, and distracts himself from missing Steve by chatting with Jonathan who is just as in need of the company since Argyle and Nancy are also in the wedding party.

Eddie’s on his second scotch when he hears whispers that the limo has arrived, and he goes to order a Manhattan for Steve with extra cherries. He’s barely got the coupe glass in hand before the DJ is announcing the new Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.

They’ve changed into their reception outfits: Chrissy’s dress short and frothy, Robin in metallic pants and a shirt unbuttoned halfway down her sternum, both of them already dancing as they make their grand entrance.

The whole room hoots and hollers as they burst into cheers.

The rest of the party has changed too. Nancy’s in a slinky dress, the depth of the black of it the only thing hiding the outline of her dick. Argyle is in shorts that make him seem ridiculously tall, and Heather is in a romper covered in rhinestones.

Then there’s Steve.

He’s dressed to match Robin in silver-sequined pants, trading the button-down for a loose tank top that shows off too much of his golden skin, freckles and moles like so many stars in the sky.

Eddie’s mouth waters as he makes his way over to him, drink in hand.

“Damn, sweetheart!” he says, eyes locked on Steve’s tits, needing to hold him by the sides and slip his thumbs in to tease his nipples.

Steve grips hush chin, tilts his gaze up until their eyes meet. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles into their kiss, uses his teeth a little.

Eddie offers him the drink, and Steve happily accepts, plucking out a cherry and popping it into his mouth. Another kiss, this one cherry-sweet, and Steve downs his drink, holding his extra cherry between his teeth for a long moment, grinning as he bites it in half.

“Why is it so hot when you do that?” Eddie rasps, his dress pants suddenly a little too tight.

Steve smiles, pulls half the cherry from between his lips, and presses it to Eddie’s mouth. “Shut up and dance with me, Munson,” he says, laughing, barely containing his delight.

He drags Eddie onto the dance floor, the alpha going willingly, hands easily finding their way onto Steve’s hips. Falling to the beat, into moving with one another is easy. So easy, Eddie nearly forgets his revelation from earlier.

And he’s distracted again by Steve’s chest.

“You okay there, Munson?” he teases, using a single finger to direct Eddie’s gaze back up to face him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest as he leans in close. “Why d’ya still call me Munson all the time, Stevie?” he murmurs, then kisses Steve’s ear.

“Like the way it sounds. I like everything about you, Eddie.” The words are soft and vulnerable, barely audible over the pulse of the music.

It makes Eddie brave enough to be vulnerable, too.

“How do you like the sound of Mrs. Munson? Or Ms.” He smiles. “Whichev-”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss.

“I like the sound of that a lot.”

[quantum-bliss]

Day 14 of Heartbreak

Day 11, 12, and 13 all felt the same. They were not worth writing. Day 14 feels different. It is offically 2 weeks. Only know how significant that is.

It took 2 weeks for everything to fall apart or maybe it took longer. Maybe it took 2 weeks for me to realize everything had already fallen apart. Nonetheless, I guess it does not take 2 weeks to fix a broken heart.

Today I feel somber, I feel hypersensitive. I am not sure why, nor will I do my usual deep introspection to figure out.

I finally unpacked the suitcase from your apartment. I felt a level of sadness, not because you werent here, but because I felt like I was looking at evidence of a broken dream. A reminder that where I had planned to be, I would never be again.

Its thursday, or as we say 'Thirsty Thursday.' Im not sure if anyone else uses that phrase anymore. This would be the day that we act like it is friday. The day you would try to push your body to stay up, at which point I would beg you to go to sleep, after kindly reminding you that you will be free tomorrow.

Anyway, I wonder if I am the first one between us to call Thursday Thirsty. After some thought, I realized that I was the first one to do many things between us. I think much of our time together was spent on me trying to turn you into a version of me. How much of you did I really know?

I mean, I stopped drinking and you stopped drinking. I stopped having sex, you stopped having sex. I stopped eating trash, you stopped eating trash. I started investing, you started investing. I started watching sermons, you starter watching sermons. I started writing, you started writing. I started distancing myself, you started distancing yourself.

Now that I think about, you were always mirroring me. Maybe I was too bold, too aggressive, too loud, too in your face to make you feel comfortable enough to be yourself? Or maybe you are the kind of person that turns into anyone to be loved.

Maybe thats why I felt like you were a stranger. Because once there was enough space between us, you would go right back to person you were before me. Maybe I have never truly met the real you. Maybe the only version of you I know is the version I influenced, the one you make yourself be when you are with me.

This reality is my fault. I always wanted someone to make me better, someone to drive me to a better version of myself, someone who didnt let me settle for less. I wanted someone that, if they ever left my life, I would just be glad they came because I would be better for it. But you never wanted that.

You never cared about intelligence, you never cared about mindset or goals. You wanted someone to love you where you were at, someone that was fine with staying still, someone who did not think much about the future, someone that felt like everything they ever needed was in you. You found this when I was gone. I hope you find it again.

In someways theses diffences drove us apart. Neither of us wanted the same things in life, in a friend, or in a lover. We were a non match and I knew it. Somewhere inside of me, I knew wherever I ended up couldnt be with you. So I tried to change you, I didnt succeed. Nor did I have the right to try at all.

So now I know there are three levels to heartbreak. First is the feeling of void in our futures, second is returning back to a life we may to be happy with, and the third is questioning, questioning if you really know the person you claimed to love.

[bunnywritesmarvel]

Imagine trying to get out of a speeding ticket with Hopper, begging and pleading him to let you off with a warning so your parents don’t find out👀

omg please

youre like 23, in college, still living at home to save money and focus on school and you were out late with friends and wanted to get home fast so you were going maybe 70 in a 40. not horrible, the roads were clear and it was in the country so all you had to do was avoid potholes (driving in indiana is never fun) and you were home free

you definitely werent expecting lights to suddenly flip on behind you, flashing blue and red followed by the squeal of a siren.

fuck, your parents were gonna kill you.

you complied and pulled over, surprised to actually recognize the officer at your window. he was acquaintances with your father and youd met a few times.

the moment he started to write the ticket, you turned on the acting. big doe eyes, letting your skirt ride up your thighs a little and your tank top slip a little further down than usual and man was he like putty in your hands.

he tried to resist at first, but hed wanted you for so long it didnt take much for him to give in

its thirsty thursday: stranger things edition!

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

This is very…tame but Eddie loves seeing you sleep in one of his shirts. Thinks it’s the hottest thing

omfg this is everything eurus 🥺

i know the idea is tame, but in honor of thirsty thursday and the fact that eddie munson has free reign over my heart + coochie rn i turned it a lil nsfw

he has so many shirts and they all look the same. it's just the same shirt in like 15 different colors but, hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it. he has certain designs and colors that he likes seeing you in best, his hellfire club shirt being one of them, ofc.

he's actually really horrible at doing his laundry (he's the kinda guy who sniffs his shirts to see if they're dirty lmfao), but for you? he does laundry once a week to make sure that he has at least one shirt ready for you.

he loves seeing you wearing his clothes because he knows that it means he owns you, that you're his and his alone. he allows you to take one shirt a week to keep and wear whenever you'd like. his face always lights up with that gorgeous smile when he sees you walk into the school cafeteria wearing one of his shirts. he loves the fact that everyone knows you're together.

he likes the way that his shirts fit you a few sizes too big, only a little small in the place it matters most -- your ass. he can just see the rounded bottom of your ass cheeks peeking out from under the bottom of the shirt, and he's obsessed. he LOVES when you wear lingerie underneath the shirt to tease him with just a little sneak peek of what he gets to see later. he loves watching the way your ass moves as you walk into the kitchen to get a snack post-sex.

he also finds it weirdly hot how small you look in his clothes. because they're obviously a bit bigger than your own clothing, he finds it both adorable and sexy that his clothes dwarf you. he simultaneously wants to hold you tightly in his arms + dominate the hell out of you just because he can.

but it's not just a physical turn on, it's also emotional. the fact that you're accepting him and taking something that's his to make it your own. the fact that you're so happy to show everyone else that you love him. the fact that you want everyone to know you're dating eddie. it all warms his heart. it's the most uplifting gift anyone could give him. to show him that he is appreciated, deserving of love and of pride. that you are proud to be WITH him.

he loves that it smells like you when he gets it back. the idea of your scents mixing is a huge turn-on for eddie. he would never tell you but he rarely washes the shirts you give back until he absolutely has to, because he loves curling up to it and smelling your perfume or cologne on it when he can't be with you 🥺

[goattales]

Do you think Jonathan Byers is more vanilla or kinky? What is he into?

Would it be cliché to say consent is his biggest kink? I don't even mean it ironically, I honestly believe he has a real thing for getting asked if you can do something. Like you two will be making out and you'll ask "can I take your shirt off?" Or you'll slip just the tips of your fingers under his shirt and say "is this okay?" And he is immediately twice as aroused.

I think he's certainly more vanilla, but I think that may be because he's never really had the chance to even explore p0rn?

There's definitely a chance he's into really tame versions of the harder kinks. So he would like to hold your hands above your head when you're making out, to keep them out of the way and have a little more control, he would like it if you tied his hands to the bed and rode him, and he would really like it when you edged him because he likes being made to wait.

He would need some support and encouragement to explore new things, but he would be very happy to try new things, I feel like initially he would only have one or two things he absolutely doesn't want to try, but even then if you were into it then maybe he would try it with you.

I feel like he might eventually start to like getting dominated more and more, to the point where he asks to be blindfolded, gagged, tied up, put through serious overstimulation, and he would love it.

The next step is, of course, roleplay. He's a male escort and you've hired him for the night to take you to a party, you make sure it's one where not many people already know him, none if you can help it, so it makes it all the more real to the two of you. Eventually one thing leads to another and you're fucking him in the upstairs bathroom while everyone else is making polite conversation in the lounge downstairs.

That's when he descovers he likes it rough and risky, and it becomes a more common theme. Sex in the school bathroom, sex at his house when Joyce is home, sex at a party at Steve's house when everyone is outside and you're maybe 500 yards away in the kitchen.

Not necessarily a kink, but he would turn to jelly during foreplay. He likes a clumsy, slow buildup most, but getting to make out with you and giggle about it, fumble with zippers using hands that are moving too fast for brains to keep up, forgetting to unbutton shirts. He loves it.

Dirty talk works really, really well on him. All you really have to do is lean over to him when you're at dinner with the Byers, or when you're at the cinema, or even at school, and say something like "fuck, babe, I'm so hard right now" and he would give that sort of shuddering gasp and have to clench fingers around the fabric of his pants.

[curly-hair-kid]

Um Steve Harrington and literally anything to do with his thighs. I realize it’s a really weak prompt but it’s all that’s on my mind lmao

steve’s thighs are ALWAYS on my mind, you have said enough babe:) (i should write a fic on thigh riding)

steve harrington has amazing thighs, and he knows it. 

that being said, it took him awhile to figure out it was A Thing for you

which, OF COURSE it was a thing for you?! 

but steve always prided himself on his hair, not necessarily his legs. 

so one night, when you were feeling kinda bold, steve couldn’t figure out for the life of him, why you kept putting your hand on his thigh when you were making out. 

eventually, after continually rubbing his thighs (and getting him a little hard), steve kinda figured out what was going on. 

“hey,” he croaked out between kisses, “do you wanna ride my thigh or something?” he chuckled. 

you nodded bashfully. 

let’s just say, steve loves it when you ride his thigh. the feeling of your wetness on his leg turns him on so much. 

he likes how even though you’re doing all the work, he’s still in control. (steve is a switch though, and you can pry that from my cold dead hands)

omg, and when he bumps his knee up, hnnnng

he’ll make eye contact, and start quickly bouncing his leg up and down, pressing hard against your clit everytime. 

sometimes during the day, you’ll catch him bouncing his leg as a nervous tic, and it gets you horny just watching him. 

AND WHEN HE WEARS HIS SCOOPS AHOY UNIFORM??! he looks so damn good in those shorts!!!!!

and he knows it too, that little bitch. 

steve will be such a tease, looking over at you, smirking, and rubbing his thighs (and bouncing his legs)

and when the two of you are alone, you’ll palm him through his blue shorts, teasing him right back. 

but, platonically, when he's driving, you always have a hand on his thigh. 

i would die for steve harrington’s thighs