#happy belated halloween lol

[mylas-stash]

felt obligated to post my halloween snowpeas.. Consider this a late Halloween treat from me

[bluecoffeebeanz]

Little gouache study (scanned) from Spirited Away 💫

[incognootle]

Jfc I dressed up a lot in a short span of time this year—- tired but inspired. Excited to do proper shoots of some of these~ I know people come here for my digital painting but I do so many things and I try to post a bit of everything even if it is far and few in between! 🎃Links~ 🎃Drag Links

[maisconkiana]

In the dark of the night, people will find her. 🌙

LOL, I know it’s supposed to be Thanksgiving, but November is still an ooky spooky month. So… belated happy halloween! 👻

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Herro! It I, SleepyAnon :DDD

It is past 5am and I am really sleepy—

BUT! What if hero/villain really likes to cook and bake as a way to relax and have a lot of leftovers, so they give some to their neighbors. The neighbors being villains/heros and vigilantes and everyone doesn’t know their alter ego— (think it’ll be cute if most of them really like hero/villain and have an unspoken agreement to not mess with the block they live in)

((And idea of how they can find out is by smell or little smears of ingredients, along with behavior—))

A/N: SLEEPYANON THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE PROMPT EVER (which you’ve granted me a lot of amazing prompts and I happen to follow a lot of awesome prompt blogs but this one is such a MOOD for me) <3 In other news, I really should be baking pie but here I am, writing instead 😜

Warnings: some violence, reference to fainting (no actual fainting occurs in this fic😊), me avoiding my responsibilities, unedited

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Hero tapped their fingers patiently against their knees, leaning over themselves as they sat staring into the oven and watching their perfect pie bake. It didn’t matter that there was flour streaked in their hair or crusty pie dough caked underneath their fingers, all that mattered was the apple crumb pie baking in the oven and filling their home with a warm buttery and cinnamon scent.

Inhaling deeply, Hero sighed. They sagged against the back of the kitchen chair they sat in and leaned their head against the back of the chair.

All was quiet and still after an afternoon full of washing apples, whipping up pie dough and rolling it out, then peeling and slicing the apples, and finally putting together the pie filling. They weren’t entirely convinced there wasn’t pie dough in their hair too or spiced apple juice dried into their hair either, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was heaven.

Sure, they were sore from being on their feet all day and from struggling to roll out the pie dough and getting it sit just right on their pie plate and delicately crimping the edges, but it was worth it.

And it would be all the more worth their while when it was done and cooled enough to bring to their new neighbor to say “welcome to your new home!”

After all, Hero knew just how awful the city could be and how quickly a good day could turn rotten. That, and moving was such a headache. Hero certainly wouldn’t have minded if someone had brought them a pie when they’d moved into the row of brick townhomes.

As it was, the few times their neighbors had tried to reciprocate the small acts of kindness from Hero’s baking habit, hadn’t exactly gone over well. If Hero had learned anything about their neighbors, it was that none of them could bake. Some of them could cook—which was a lovely surprise when a full meal had shown up on their doorstep moments after they’d gotten home from their shift—but it seemed like they were then only one on the block capable of baking anything.

It was the thought that counted though. They’d happily accept another tray of over baked cookies (not burnt, Hero would never say that unless the whole cookie was as hard as a hockey puck) if it meant knowing that someone had thought of them just as they’d often thought of their neighbors…

Hero laughed to themselves.

So maybe their baking wasn’t that righteous. In truth, all they cared about baking and getting their mind off of their work and whatever troubles had crossed their mind thanks to the meddlesome actions of whatever villain they’d fought. Too often, Hero would bake a whole batch of cookies or cupcakes and realize they couldn’t possibly eat them all by themselves. They couldn’t even save everything in the freezer (they really should try to work on their stash of previously baked goods to make room for new desserts or at least some ice cream but they often couldn’t wait for their pick-me-up treat to defrost).

But today, they were truly baking from the kindness of their heart and not their stress or frustrations about being one of the city’s shining saviors.

They bit their lip.

Hopefully their new neighbor liked pie.

***

Villain grabbed their mask and slipped it on. Even though it’d been a few good minutes since they’d set their fork and plate aside, they could still taste the sweetness of the apple and the warmth of the cinnamon. What they wouldn’t do for another piece, but staying home didn’t pay the bills. They didn’t know what they’d do if they missed this opportunity to rob the City Bank.

For month’s they’d surveyed the bank, its security, the employees and tellers. If they didn’t hit it today, they didn’t know when the next opportunity would come around and they couldn’t wait, not if they wanted to pay off their debt to Supervillain.

As they slipped out of their townhome, Villain wondered what their sweet, precious, innocent neighbor would do if they ever found out just who their new neighbor was.

Chuckling to themselves, Villain imagined they’d faint. They seemed like the sort of too-good-to-be-real person that somehow manifested straight out of a T.V. show or a book. There was no way their neighbor, who they’d learned from a few of the other neighbors who’d stopped by to say hello, had a habit of baking and sharing their treats with the neighborhood would survive the news of living next door to a villain.

Villain’s lips set in a grim line. They’d have to make certain their neighbor never found out, especially if they could bake a pie that delicious and habitually share their homemade baked goods.

***

Villain huffed, finally pinning their nemesis down on the lobby floor. Leaning closer, they meant to sneer in their face, but something gave them pause. Sweet apples and cinnamon? Villain sniffed again, trying to be discreet as they leaned even closer and squinted down at their nemesis. Something white streaked through their hair, along with something slightly yellow in color.

“Excuse you, creep,” Hero said, squirming and managing to flip them both over so Villain was the one pinned down to the gross bank floor. “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t sniff me.”

Villain couldn’t even manage a glare, catching another whiff of what could only be apple pie. “Were you baking?”

Hero froze, their grip loosening just the slightest bit.

But it was enough for Villain to shove them away and jump to their feet.

“I-I don’t know what—”

“You’ve got flour in your hair!”

Hero rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “All right so I was baking! Unless you’re about to go into anaphylactic shock, I don’t see how what I was doing before you decided to ruin my day by robbing a bank matters!”

Villain scoffed. “Yeah like some flour and crusted pie filling is going to do me in.”

Hero’s hand erupted into flame. “I never said what I was baking.”

Villain froze. Cursing silently to themselves, Villain’s eyes darted to the bag full of money they’d collected from the bank drawers and from breaking into the ATM machine they’d dropped when Hero had flung a ball of fire at them earlier to announce their presence.

“Yeah well…it’s apple season?” Villain tried in vain to lie their way out of the bind they’d wrapped themselves in. “Anyway, it’s always nice to not be burned after one of these little—”

Villain flung themselves to the floor, dodging the ball of flame Hero threw their way. Twisting around in time to see the flames die out before the fire caught on anything flammable, Villain was absolutely certain.

Hero was their new neighbor.

“How did you know I was baking pie?” Hero hissed, bouncing a ball of flame in their hand.

“Because…” Villain hesitated, searching their mind for an excuse. They saw Hero raise their arm like they were getting ready to throw that ball of flame. “IMYOURNEWNEIGHBOR!”

Villain braced themselves, shielding their face with their arms.

Nothing.

No heat hissed against their suit. There wasn’t any light flashing behind their closed eyes from flames hurtling toward them.

Villain peeked open an eye and lowered their arms. Hero stood, their body slack and without a single spark of their flames.

Well, they hadn’t fainted.

No, instead Hero was staring at them with a mix of bafflement and slight horror. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, uh, unit 6?” Villain slowly shifted toward the bag of money. “The apple crumb pie?”

“What a waste of a perfectly good pie,” Hero pouted. Sighing heavily, Hero pinned them in place with a harsh glare. “Take the money,” they said, “Pay your debt to Supervillain, and don’t ever tell a soul about any of this.”

“That’s it?” Villain sputtered. “You’re letting me go? With the money?”

“I’m hoping to buy your silence,” they explained, walking away. Embers sparked from their clenched hands. “It’d be a real shame if I had to move because you found out who I am.”

“Well I wouldn’t have,” Villain muttered, “if you’d only taken a shower when you were done baking.”

“I would’ve!” Hero shouted across the lobby, lobbing a cold ball of flame at them that tickled their face. “But someone decided to rob a bank!”

“Well, I’ll be more considerate next time,” Villain smirked, strolling toward the gaping hole in the bank wall that they’d blasted through earlier. “Especially if it means more pie in my future.”

Hero scoffed. Calling after them, Hero’s harsh made Villain chuckle. “As if.”

[waywardsalt]

Hello! Happy Halloween! What is your favorite dark and ghost type Pokémon?

And what do you think the creepiest enemy or place in zelda is?

Hi! Happy late Halloween to you!

I'll go ahead and list my favorite dark-type, ghost-type, and dual dark and ghost-type Pokemon, since I'm slightly confused by the wording and I'll just go ahead and cover both interpretations.

My favorite dark-type Pokemon is Zoroark! I'm personally a fan of dark-type Pokemon, despite not actually using them during the story of Pokemon games, but yeah, I really like Zoroark. It's got a cool design, the shapeshifting is neat, and I think it's got a good shiny color palette. I use it a bit in X and Y, along with a handful of other dark-types I consider to be some of my favorite.

As for a favorite ghost-type, it's got to be Aegislash. I'm not all too familiar with its shield form, since I play Pokemon only using attack moves, but I really like how it switches between the shield and sword forms. I don't think I've used it as much as Zoroark, but I do think I might've used it in an old playthough of X or Y.

Sableye is my favorite dual ghost/dark-type- it's a funny little guy with a funny little mega evolution and a funny little shiny palette. I wouldn't actually consider it my favorite ghost or dark type, but it's high on those lists.

As for your last question, I’ll pick a creepy place- any creepy Zelda enemies I give will be the same you’ll get if you ask anyone else, and I wouldn’t mind thinking back to the places in the games I’ve played, anyways.

Some that are creepy but not the creepiest to me... the dark palace in a Link Between Worlds used to scare me a lot, especially back when I was very scared of the dark. I’m pretty sure it creeped me out way more than skull woods did- probably that mixture of the darkness mechanic (which is really cool, by the way) and the music.

Nothing in Breath of the Wild really creeped me out, and the same goes for both versions of Link’s Awakening... not much in Skyward Sword creeped me out, but both the lanayru mining facility and the ancient cistern have always felt off to me, the former probably because of the timeshift mechanic (and my general dislike of that dungeon) and the latter because of its lower level and the music itself. Something about its music, while having a soothing tone to it, definitely implies the darkness of that dungeon’s lower level.

I think, then, Majora’s Mask and Ocarina of Time have the creepiest areas to me. Both of their dungeons all have unnerving feelings to them, but I think the winner for creepiest area to me might be the stone tower temple; it’s not as much scary, but just... creepy throughout with the flipping mechanic and almost all of the rooms being open to the sky so that you can see the moon and the passing of time... it’s just all around a creepy dungeon. Places like Ocarina of Time’s well and the shadow temple are similarly creepy, but they lean a bit too much into it, while the stone tower temple is just the right amount of feeling... wrong enough to be creepy. It’s a good dungeon!

[loud-whistling-yes]

Trick or treat !!!! :3333 ^__^

🫴heres some sour candy :))

[hazelplaysgames]

Octobrush goes through Sticks like i do hersheys.

[golbrocklovely]

careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4)

A/N: first off, terribly sorry this came out so late. i've had a hectic last couple days, and didn't get to finish this fic up until tonight. and sadly, this the last thing i'm posting for my 13 nights of halloween. it's crazy to think that this is finally over. to anyone curious i will be getting back to answering asks by tomorrow. i'll also be writing up my review of hell week, and any other random things i had planned to write about/review before my 13 nights. also, i know so many of you have been waiting eagerly for this next installment, so sorry for the long awaited update. but hopefully it's made better by this fic. happy belated halloween, and happy haunting !

prompt: sam and colby have left you high and dry, so now you've resorted to possibly hooking up with a coworker at an event. but sam and colby will be having NONE of that. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SO MUCH SMUT, manipulation via powers (surprise! it's not you this time), fucking in a public, fucking with a crowd watching, the crowd is also all of your coworkers, dumb business shit that i know nothing about bc i went to school for theater and work in retail lol, fourth wall break (spooky), cursing, degrading language, being bit but no blood drawn), mentions of: princess, baby girl, baby, slut, whore, called a fleshlight once, unprotected sex (but no fear of getting pregnant bc they're supernatural), gets a bit dark and possessive towards the end, heavy use of MINE and OURs, snc own you so…. if you don't like that don't read,

word count: 7077

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It was Halloween night, and while you usually looked forward to Halloween, this night was a bit different. The company you worked at was having their annual 'Final Fiscal Quarter Party'. The higher ups agreed that it would be easier to throw it during October, rather than in December. Individual offices could throw their own then, but the main, big event was happening tonight.

Your company rented out a huge hotel ballroom. There was catering, a local DJ playing some family friendly tunes, and a stage where awards were going to be given out. You had been to a couple of these events over the years, but they were always very... boring. You would much rather be at home, snuggled up, watching a scary movie.

Or maybe getting fucked by your... boyfriends? It was hard to describe the relationship you had with Sam and Colby. They used you, but you used them. It was a very symbiotic relationship in that way. But currently, you weren't really too keen on them.

You considered hitting up your old friend, Jess. She was the one, after all, that magically brought Sam and Colby into your life. You hadn't talked to her in a long time. It could be because she still blamed you for the book permanently shutting and ruining her dating life forever.

She could bitch all she wanted, but she wasn't the one being stalked and fucked by a demon and a vampire.

You had grown a bit tired of Sam and Colby, their antics, and their overall ability to flip your world upside down. The sex was great, obviously. But at what cost?

Not to mention, they hadn't spoken to you, or showed up, in months. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and hated the fact that they hadn't answered your calls. So, it did cross your mind to get rid of them. Permanently.

But that was an issue for another time. Right now, all you had to focus on was getting just drunk enough to enjoy this stuffy party, but not too drunk that you get messy.

And that came a bit easy for you. Across the bar, a handsome man smiled at you, giving you a nod as you accepted his drink. You could see his paper nametag said Brian, and you hadn't recognized him from your own office - so he was a safe bet. God knows you weren't the only one trying to hook up with someone tonight. Plenty of colleagues from different divisions were going to be getting crazy tonight. It was an inside joke amongst the company that this night was usually a fuckfest.

You gazed over at Brian, admiring his silky quaffed hair and great suit. He had a lovely smile; one he shot your way over the glass of whiskey he had in his hand.

A man like Brian seemed... dependable. A good choice for a significant other. Boring, basic, Brian. Maybe that's exactly what you needed. Something steady and settled. Not... supernatural.

Yeah, but could you ever fuck a man like Brian? A man like him could never fulfill your needs. You could hear Colby's voice in the back of your head.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your wine glass. No. Brian might seem a bit basic on the surface, but who knows? Deep down he could be a sex god. Maybe he was packing some serious heat, and just knew all the right ways to eat a woman out. Yeah, that's what's you would be focusing on. Not the imagine that Sam and Colby would surely try to paint in your head.

You were brought out of your thoughts as the lights dimmed up and down, signaling everyone to get to their seats, as the speeches and award ceremony was going to start soon. You shot a look at Brian one more time and found your seat quickly.

The head of the company sauntered up on stage as applause erupted throughout the room. He nodded his head, shooting a couple people smiles and finger guns. Eventually as the room quieted down, he stepped up to the podium, beginning his speech.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm so happy you all could make it here tonight. Happy Halloween by the way. Isn't this much better than a Christmas party?" He let out a solid laugh, swatting at the crowd jokingly. "But as I was saying, tonight we are all here to celebrate. This company might be big, but it's the little guys - the individuals - that deserve the praise the most. Sure, I'm the head and face of this place, but you guys are what make it possible."

Another round of claps came from the room. You glanced around and noticed that the chair next to you was empty. There was a name tag on the plate, designating this spot for a "Colson Brock".... whoever that was.

"Now before the awards begin, I would like to introduce you all to someone remarkable. This man has helped shape this company in many ways. And, he's incredibly sexy. So let's all give a round of applause for Samson Golbach." The CEO grinned brightly, gesturing to the side of the stage.

You raised an eyebrow, Sexy? That's a strange word to use at a business party. Not to mention, The CEO was married to a woman so... this was all a bit confusing. You awkwardly clapped as the light shined on a man with light blonde hair. He was in an all-black suit, his hair gelled in a sleek look. He waved at the crowd, smirking mischievously. He smiled once he got to the podium, his fangs glistening in the light.

Was that... Sam?

You gasped in your seat, staring up with wide eyes at the stage. It looked like him, but you had never seen him in a suit. Plus he wasn't exuding the same energy he usually would so, maybe this wasn't him. Maybe this was his doppelganger, or someone that looked extremely like him. You sat back in your chair, narrowing your eyes up at the man.

"Thank you all for having me here today. I know many of you don't know who I am, but that's by design. I purposefully like to stay in the shadows, remain almost anonymous. It's a system I built to keep this company running at breakneck speed, and so far... this has been our most successful year to date!" Samson cheered.

You could feel the room clap again, happy with Sam... Samson's words. You took a deep breath, your anger rising. This can't be Sam. Sure, it looked like him and even sounded like him. But Sam and Colby had never taken this... thing, with you outside of your own house. There was no way they would do this to you in front of all of your coworkers and colleagues.

"It's nice to finally be appreciated and received so well. I'm sure you've all had some crazy days and night working here. I usually work all hours of the night and barely get to see the sun. You would think I was some sort of a vampire or something." Samson chuckled, some members of the crowd following suit. He turned, catching your eye, and gave you a wink.

Did he just...

The chair next to you pulled back, a man sat down hastily. He cleared his throat, catching his breath. He unbuttoned his dark blue suit jacket, the silver pinstripes reflecting in the light. Your eyes traveled up the man's form, taking him in until finally stopping on his face. Everything about him was familiar, but his hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead. He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses and sliding them back on.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled.

The man, Colby, turned to look at you suddenly. “I'm... sorry?”

You crossed your arms tightly, sitting back in your chair. “I can't believe that you and Sam would do this.”

He gave a weary smile. “I'm so sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“Right, Colby.” You huffed.

“Colby? That's a silly name,” he chuckled. “My name is Colson.”

“Of course it is.” You turned to him sharply, “You know you two have a lot of audacity to do this.”

He shook his head awkwardly. “Again, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Miss.”

“You guys haven't spoken to me in months. I've called out to yall and got nothing back. And now you show up and want to play dress up?!” You whispered harshly. “You guys are sick.”

“I'm not entirely sure what to say. I'm not who you think I am,” he dissented. “I'm Colson Brock, not Colby, and I've never met that man on stage before in my life. But I am about to get an award from him so... if you could just stop talking to me, that would be for the best.”

You scoffed. “I swear to God, Colby-!”

You were cut off as Sam’s voice grew louder, “This award is given out to individuals that show inspiring traits and work countlessly day in and day out for us. The award for Best Dedication, Integrity, Creativity, and Knowledge goes to... Colson Brock!”

You scowled as Colby stood up, patting down his suit softly. He walked towards the stage, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder. He stepped on stage, shaking Sam's hand, and a photo was taken of the two of them holding the award.

You grabbed your purse, sneaking off to the bathroom quickly. You stumbled in, rushing to the sink and leaning against it. The bathroom was empty, just you alone. You breathed deeply, shaking your head.

That had to be Sam and Colby. There's no way that wasn't them.

But a part of you imagined, for just a moment, that maybe... it wasn't them. How could they have manipulated everyone into thinking they were real workers at this company? The CEO introduced Sam, or Samson. Colby's name, or Colson's name, was on the nametag and award.

You felt yourself flush at the thought. Oh my God, if that isn't Colby, that man out there thinks I'm absolutely insane. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to my table, sit there and eat an under seasoned chicken parm, and pretend I didn't just berate a man?

You groaned, bending down, and resting your head against the sink counter. Even when Sam and Colby weren't around, they still fucked with you.

You heard the bathroom door squeak open, your body jolting up. You didn't need another person thinking you were losing it.

Heavy footsteps crept into the bathroom, a man. A deep voice sighed, snickering lightly. You glanced up through the mirror, your eyes widening. Colby swayed in, leaning against the wall. His suit jacket was gone, now just in his button up and slacks. He rolled up his sleeves, running a hand through his hair.

“Surprise, Princess. Did ya miss us?” He teased.   

You glared, “What the fuck, Colby?”

“What?” He gestured outside the bathroom, “A bit too dramatic?”

“This is my livelihood! How dare you and Sam come and fuck this up for me!” You exclaimed, anger coursing through your veins.

“Relax, baby. We would never do anything too bad. No need to worry. Everyone will forget any of this happened. Honestly.” He put his hands up defensively. “This was all meant to be a bit of fun. We just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, you succeeded. Congratulations.” You retorted, crossing your arms.

“You should be congratulating me on my award. I have the best dedication, integrity, creativity, and knowledge.... D-I-C-K. Dick? Best dick, get it?” He bit his lip cockily, “Came up with it myself.”

“You're a fucking genius,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “God, I knew I should have talked to Jess sooner.”

“Jess... why does that name sound familiar?” He questioned, feigning curiosity.

“She's the one that gave me the book that made the two of you.” You explained bitterly.

“Oh, she is? I'm gonna have write her a thank you card,” he winked. “But why exactly do you need to talk to her?”

“You two... I want you gone.” You admitted.

His face dropped, “What?”

You stepped up to Colby, getting in his face. “Aren't you tired of fucking around with me? Coming and going as you please? Why am I not allowed a normal life with a normal guy?!”

The lights flickered in the bathroom, Colby's eyes turning black for a split second, his horns visible. You shuttered, pressing yourself against the counter. The lights stopped flickering, and Colby was back to normal.

He cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit. “Because... you're ours. You belong to us.”

“Fuck you.” You spat.

“You have... multiple times,” Colby pointed out in a snarky tone. “Even last year around this time, too.”

“Last Halloween?” You thought back, and a bunch of images started popping into your mind. Sam snapped Colby's neck but was also somehow terrorizing trick-or-treaters. Colby took control of your body but was also somehow dead while you and Sam fucked in your kitchen. It was all very confusing and didn't make quite sense.

“Wait, how the hell did you both fuck me and simultaneously not?” You puzzled, aggravated.

“I guess it just depends on what you picked.” Colby smirked, “Right, reader?”

“What are you talking about?” You replied.

“Don't worry about it.” He leaned against the counter next to you, “Back to what you were saying though. So, you want a normal guy so you can live a normal life... why? Isn't it more exciting to get fucked by a demon and a vampire?”

“Yeah, but there's more to life than sex.” You argued.

He feigned shock, “Take that back.”

You jeered, “You're extra fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you clearly need the brattiness fucked out of you. But for some reason you don't want me or Sam to do it. Why? Did you have someone else in mind?” He took a couple steps, facing you again, “Like, say... Brian.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “How do you-“

He interjected. “I'm a demon. I know a lot of things. Not to mention I saw him and you eye-fucking each other by the bar. You're lucky I saw it and not Sam. Because Brian would be drained dry by now. Still probably will be.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. I was eye-fucking Brian. And why am I not allowed to? Yall have been gone for months.”

“But you've been putting that toy of yours to such good use,” Colby taunted.

“You're an asshole.” You shot back.

“Thank you. I appreciate the love,” he smiled genuinely. “But I gotta ask, do you really think a man named 'Brian' can make you come like we can? Be honest with yourself on that.”

“That's not the only reason I want him,” you responded sassily. “Plus, he could be really good at sex.”

“Okay then. Let's find out.” Colby stomped over to the door, yelling out, "Brian! Get in here!"

You furrowed your brow, confused as to what Colby had up his sleeve. What the hell was he bringing Brian in here for?

Brian stepped in, glancing between the two of you. He had a dazed look on his face, clearly entranced.

“Colby, don-“ You started.

He cut you off again, “Look, princess. You wanted to know if he's a good fuck. So, I'm giving you the chance to find out. See what a normal fucking will bring to your life.”

“You can't force him to fuck me!” You fumed.

“I mean, I definitely could, but I'm not going to.” He turned to Brian, patting his shoulder, “Brian, my guy, do you want to fuck Y/N?”

Brian nodded. “Yes.”

“That's why you were buying her drinks tonight, right?” Colby asked.

“Yeah.” Brian’s voice was dull, almost like there were no thoughts behind his eyes.

“Such an honest man,” Colby commented. “Do you find her attractive?”

“Of course.” Brian agreed.

“Would you sleep with her if she said yes?” He continued.

Brian blinked, “Yes.”

Colby looked at you, “There we go. Happy?”

“I'm not fucking him in here, or in front of you.” You retorted, leaning back against the counter.

“Don't you want to prove me wrong? Don't you want to wipe the smug look off my face when he makes you come with his tongue? Or his totally, not average sized, dick?” Colby stepped up to you, his voice low, “The moment I walked in here, you got wet.”

A rush of blood came to your cheeks, your breath hitching.

“No amount of blushing can hide that deep down, you're a slut that wants to be fucked - pretty much - anywhere. And you're only giving me lip because we left you cold and alone for a couple months. I'm sorry about that. I truly wished I listened to your pleads...” he leaned in, kissing your cheek. “And cries...” he moved to the other cheek, giving it a quick kiss. “And screams,” he kissed your forehead gently. “Begging me to come fuck you. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. And this, right here, is my apology to you.”

You stood still, unsure what to do. Part of you did want to fuck Brian, just because you did find him hot. But with Colby standing next to him... it was no contest.

“Here. I'll sweeten the deal,” Colby offered. “If he makes you come, we'll leave. Forever.”

You froze, “Really?”

“No, probably not. The whole magical book kinda forbids that. But we will leave here, and you and Brian can go on your merry way and you two can go have beautifully... vanilla, sex.” He smiled dryly.

“Lucky for Brian, I'm already wet.” You quipped, glaring.

“Perfect. Brian, give the lady what she wants.” He gasped, “Ooh, can I choose what he does? Pleaseeeee?”

You blinked, giving the slightest nod.

“You are so generous.” Colby spun to him, “Brian, do you want to eat her out?”

“I would... but I don't do that.” Brian spoke monotone.

Colby’s face dropped, almost mimicking yours. “You don't give head? Sloppy toppy? None of that?”

“No.” Brian replied.

“This is the man you want, huh? Absolute loser,” Colby pointed at him, rolling his eyes. “Well, Brian, now you do. So, go crazy.”

Brian turned to you, a lustful look overcoming him. He dropped to his knees, crawling towards you. Your heart raced, watching his every move. His hands wrapped around your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg gently. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your head falling back a bit.

Colby leaned against the wall, studying you. His face was blank, almost uninterested. You glared at him, trying to ignore his presence. He smiled, giving a little wave.

Brian nibbled on your inner thigh, his fingers stroking up and down the center of your underwear. He brushed against your clit, your knees almost buckling.

“You're wet, Y/N.” Brian hummed in awe.

“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a woman on.” He leaned in, whispering to you, “Is he new around here or...?”

“Shut up, Colby!” You groaned. “Keep going Brian, please. I need you.”

“Don't take it too personally, Brian. She says that to everyone. Especially me.” Colby grinned.

“Drop dead.” You hissed.

He remarked, “I'm not really alive so...”

Brian pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down your legs and to the floor. The cool air hit your hot sex, making your body tense up. Brian leaned in, his mouth connecting with your clit.

You closed your eyes tightly, allowing the sensation of his tongue to arouse you more. It was a slow build, that was for sure. Nothing like Sam and Colby and the way they did things. But it was still nice.

But maybe not what you needed.

You placed your hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing him more into your heat. He grunted, the vibrations feeling fantastic against your clit. You amped up your moans, hoping it was believable to Colby.

He yawned, gazing at you bored. You shook your head, deciding to ignore Colby. You were determined to come, to make them leave. But Brian was not helping you, which was upsetting.

“Brian, baby... go a little faster please.” You begged, annoyed.

He nodded, moving his tongue hastily. You could feel the pleasure build more, but it was still a long way away from being close to an orgasm. He slid a finger in, pumping in and out sloppily. You groaned, feeling even less turned on suddenly.

“I guess I know why you don't give head.” Colby swatted at Brian, “Move.”

Your eyes widened, “What? No! Brian, st-”

“I know you want to come so we leave, but that ain't gonna happen with Brian over here.” Colby mentioned.

"Well, maybe he could fuck me!" You argued, gesturing to his dick.

“But I'm not hard.” Brian stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Eating pussy isn't really a turn on for me.” Brian informed.

“God, Y/N, you really know how to pick them.” Colby pulled him up by his arm, smiling sinisterly. “Brian, why don't you leave and go find Sam? I think he can teach you a valuable lesson on what happens to men that don't please their women.”

Brian turned and left, not saying another word. You huffed, glaring harshly at Colby. “Your little glares aren't going to do anything to me, sweetheart. If anything, they just make me hard.”

Colby's hand slid down and cupped your sex, palming your clit gingerly. You gasped, back arching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Colby barricaded you in, his hand beginning to make small circles on your clit.

“This is how a man fucks a woman like you.” He uttered, staring at you intensely.

“But you're not eating me out.” You challenged.

Colby cocked his head. “If you wanted my tongue, you could have just asked.”

You suddenly felt a tongue licking at your entrance, your body shuttering in ecstasy. “Fuck, h-how-?”

"Did you forget I have abilities? Is it because the horns aren't here?" The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, his horns were out. “How about now? Do you remember what I am now?”

"Yeaahhh, I remember." You whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“You are so sexy when you get close to coming. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Colby pushed his clothed, growing dick against your thigh, “Do you feel me?”

You nodded mindlessly, your hands gripping his forearms.

“Princess?” He asked innocently.

“Uh-huh?" You murmured.

“I think that's enough for you." All the sensations stopped, Colby pulling away from you.

“Wha-? No. No! Colby, please.” You grumbled.

He asserted, “It's time for you to be punished.”  

“What did I do?” You questioned, your mouth a gape.

"I'm sorry, was Brian that forgetful or do you like playing dumb?" Colby spun you around, making you face the mirror. He rolled your dress up a bit, pressing his bulge against your bare ass. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna start fucking you, and you have to remain quiet. Just like you were with Brian."

You lowered your voice, “Why do I have to be silent?”

“Because otherwise, you'll get caught.” He whispered cheekily.

The door busted open, and a gaggle of women came in, chit chatting like there wasn't a demon about to fuck you right against the sink.

You gulped; your voice even quieter. “What the fuck, Colby?!”

"Don't worry, princess. If you remain silent, they won't see you. But once you make a single noise, they'll know. They'll know that you are a dirty slut that likes to get fucked in the bathroom. That you're so desperate for dick that you'd let a demon fuck you. And a vampire." He tsked sassily, "Double greedy."

Colby unbuttoned his pants, giving your ass a slap as his cock sprang free. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp.

"You ready for me, baby?" He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding along your lips. Then finally, he glided his cock in.

You trembled from the sensations, direly wanting to moan along with him. But you didn't want to get caught. Being fucked while others were around, whether they could see you or not, was embarrassing enough.

But also incredibly thrilling.

Colby thrusted deeply, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again. You felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. Your body already felt like it was building rapidly, your legs shaking under your weight. You felt like your skin was on fire, burning against the cool air.

A lady walked up to the sink next to you, washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. You shuttered out a breath, Colby picking up his pace.

“Don't look at her, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself get fucked.” He commanded breathlessly.

You turned your head, staring straight. He smirked at you in the mirror, keeping his pace the same while lazily pulling off his tie.

"This is what you deserve, sweetheart. You're such a slut for me." He yanked your hands behind your back, tying them easily with his tie. He gripped your connected hands, bucking his hips harder and faster now.

Your body buzzed erotically, your hips gyrating in time with Colby's. You could feel your edge building; all you had to do was stay quiet.

Colby slid one hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit instantly. He rubbed it faster than his thrusts, causing your whole body to jolt. You sucked in a harsh breath, knowing you shouldn't have. But God... the sensation was too much for you to stay quiet.

The women in the bathroom looked around, confused.

"Baby, do you want to get caught or something? Because you are being awfully loud. Maybe you need something in your mouth to quiet you down." He snaked his other hand up towards your face, his two fingers rubbing along your lips. You parted your mouth, allowing his fingers inside.

He cursed, “That's fucking it baby. Be a good girl and suck them for me.”

You sucked his fingers like your life depended on it. He finger-fucked your mouth in time with his dick, both speeding up as the minutes passed. You could feel yourself getting close, knowing that your orgasm was imminent.

“It's been too long since the last time you sucked my cock.” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe later you do that for me. Wouldn't you want that, princess?”

You nodded desperately, bucking your hips wildly against his cock and hands. You were about to explode, your edge hitting its peak. This is all you wanted for the last couple months: to be fucked hard and well. And that's what Colby was doing.

“You almost ready to come? Build up baby. Suck my fingers dry. Suck them like you would my dick.” You took his fingers deeper, gagging around them. You pumped yourself on his cock, whimpering. "There you go, baby. What a good girl." Colby leaned in, his horns grazing your cheek as he uttered, "My good girl... Come for me."

Your body spasmed around Colby's cock, bouncing on it helplessly. You moaned loudly around his fingers, not caring if anyone heard. You had been so focused on staring in the mirror at yourself getting fucked that didn't see that you and Colby were all alone in the bathroom once more. His eyes bore at you in the mirror, flashing to black.

Relaxing your hips, his cock pulled out of you for a moment, letting you relax. You felt your juices run down your inner thigh, your body still running high. You leaned down, placing your head against the counter as you took some deep breaths.

“Hi there, baby girl. “A familiar voice came from behind you, but it wasn't Colby's. You looked up quickly, Sam now behind you, and Colby was nowhere to be seen. Sam waved back at you in the mirror, smirking. "You ready for me now?"

“W-Where is Colby?” You stuttered, your pussy twitching at the thought of Sam's hard cock.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He'll be back soon enough." Sam traced a finger along your sex, gasping. "God baby, you are so wet. Completely soaking yourself."

He took his finger into his mouth, tasting you. "Fuck, I missed that."

Your mouth hung open, watching him through lustful eyes. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, grabbing your neck firmly. He pulled you flush against his partially exposed body, his cock hard against your ass. "We give you everything you could ask for, and you still wanted someone like Brian? How pathetic."

He forced your head to look at yourself in the mirror, "You are a desperate slut just begging to be fucked. But we're the only ones that can make you feel this good."

Sam slammed his hips into yours, his cock taking you deeply. You grunted loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. He took advantage of your still tied up hands, holding them tightly. His other hand raced up your back, lowering you down to the sink. He placed you flat against the counter, fucking you harshly. You shook with each of his thrusts, mewling at every in and out.

“You think you get to choose who fucks you now? You think you can move on from us?” He fumed, his cocking hitting your spot repeatedly.

You panted, “Noooo.”

“There is no one other than us. Let me make that abundantly clear: you're ours.” Sam's fangs sunk into your skin, your eyes widening. He continued to bite you all over, barely drawing any blood, but marking you; letting everyone know you were taken.

Your second orgasm was close. You needed this second one badly, itching to come sooner rather than later. You could feel how desperate and hot and slutty it was turning you.

“Baby girl, do you deserve to come? Have you been good?” Sam questioned.

You nodded, your whole body shaking, “Yessss. Yes I have. Please Sam! Please!”

He pulled you up again, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. “Ride my dick, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

You uncontrollably bucked your hips, whining on his cock. His hold on your neck tightened just enough, making it hard to breath and your vision blurring. The lack of oxygen made your orgasm hit twice as hard. You soaked his member, moving mindlessly on it until you finally finished. Your legs gave out a bit, Sam catching you. He snickered, his red eyes taking you in through the mirror.

The doors to the bathroom busted open again, a random lady coming in. She turned and looked at the two of you, not even acknowledging what she had to be seeing. "Y/N, you need to come out there quick."

You were taken aback by this woman, unsure of who she was or what the hell she wanted you for. "W-what are you talking about?" You rushed, shimmying your dress down, trying to cover yourself back up.

“They're calling your name. You won an award!” She exclaimed, leaving the bathroom happily.

You furrowed your brow, turning to Sam. But he was gone. Those powers of their really do come in handy for moments like these.

You shuffled out of the bathroom, even more confused as you glanced around at everyone from your company. They were all looking at you, smiling brightly and being congratulatory. You walked towards the stage, the people directing you, and as you got closer, you saw Sam and Colby on it, holding a plaque of some sort.

Sam pulled you on stage, kissing your cheek sweetly. Colby handed you the award, shaking your hand dramatically. You took the award in your hand, turning it to see what it said.

“Give it up for Y/N everyone. The biggest slut of the year!” Sam yelled into the microphone. “Congratulations baby, you deserve it.”  

You gawked at Sam and Colby, the reality of what they did hitting you. You threw the award on the ground, glaring at them harshly.

“Hey now, we worked really hard on that.” Sam pouted.

“Fuck you, how dare you make me a fool in front of everyone!” You ranted, getting in their faces.

"Princess, no one is gonna remember this. And luckily, no one will remember this either." Colby smiled devilishly.

Sam and Colby grabbed at your dress, tearing it off your body like it was made of cheap fabric. The crowd cheered, your body heating up immediately as you were suddenly naked in front of everyone.

“Now, don't argue with us, plaything. You can bitch and moan all you want to but being fucked in front of everyone... turns you on.” Colby wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “No matter how much you want to deny it, you can't deny how drenched you are right now.”

Your body quivered as Colby's fingers slipped easily into your cunt. You fell back against him; his suddenly naked body cool against your hot skin. Sam sauntered up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your torso. His hands kneaded your breasts, nipples aching to be touched.

Sam laughed, “Look at her, Colby. She can't even argue with us. She knows that we're right. She is the biggest slut of the year. She's our slut, our toy, our plaything. Ours. Forever.”

The room erupted in applause, some even screaming out your name.

“Let's give them a show, princess,” Colby gestured to the eager crowd. Let the people see the real slut you are. Isn’t that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone.”

You couldn't think anymore. Every sensation was overpowering your thoughts. You knew deep down that Sam and Colby were right, and all you could think of was how badly you wanted to come again.

You nodded feverishly, your hands automatically pawing at both of their bodies. The air around you changed once you said yes, your body being positioned graphically. Forced down onto your knees, Colby stood in front of you, while Sam was behind you.

“Aww, baby. Look, it's your favorite positions: on your hands and knees, getting railed by us.” Sam jested playfully.

Your sex throbbed, direly needing them inside of you. You whined, looking up at Colby. “Please, just fuck me. No more teasing.”

Colby stared into your eyes, jerking himself off right in front of your face. “You want this, huh? You want me in your mouth. Say it.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I want you in my mouth.”

“And what about me, toy?” Sam slapped your ass, making you look back at him.

“Fuck, I need it. I need the both of you so bad!” You cried, grinding your hips back against Sam.

Hoots and hollers sounded off around the room. You glanced at the crowd, their hungry eyes taking your desperate form in.

“Fine then, since you asked so nicely,” Colby cupped your face, turning your head back to his cock. The tip pushed against your mouth, sliding in easily. He moaned lowly, almost animalistically. Sam teased his cock along your entrance, slipping in effortlessly.

Once they were in you, you sighed deeply. It felt so good to be surrounded by Sam and Colby, to be filled by them. They had you right where they wanted you, and you loved every second of it.

And the crowd seemed to love it even more.

They started off slow, taking their time to build your pleasure up. There was nothing else on your mind. All you could think about was their cock and how much you wanted them to come deep inside of you.

Colby gaped, “Oh princess, you have the filthiest mind. Maybe even dirtier than ours.”

“That's why she's our slut. We are just innocent people being used by this whore of a woman,” Sam shuttered, lulling his head back as he fucked you. “And God, I love every second of it.”

“I could fuck this mouth for hours. How does that sound, sweetheart? You love that idea, don't you?” Colby breathed, biting his lip, staring down at you.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking his shaft deeper. He grunted, hips twitching. His hand rested on your head lightly, pulling your hair softly. His grip tightened, causing you to gag around him.

Sam cursed, “Fuuuuck, she clenched around me when gagged. Keep doing that, baby girl. That felt so good.”

“Y/N, how can you get all of this, all of us, and still want something else? Especially Brian. What a fucking loser.” Colby groaned, disgusted.

Sam agreed, grimacing. “Dude didn't even know how to eat pussy. He didn't even like eating pussy.”

The crowd booed, screaming expletives at the sound of Brian's name.

“See, everyone knows that Brian sucks. How could you ever settle for something like that when you have the best right here?” Sam inquired. “Two men willing to do anything to make you come.”

"Let me make this perfectly clear, darling," Colby pulled himself out of you, raising you up so you were eye level with him. He held your face firmly, his voice low and calm. “While I'm never the type to get jealous, and watching you get eaten out by that joke of a man was entertaining and kinda sexy, let me be honest with you.”

His face dropped, his eyes darkening with each word. "If you ever go after another man again, I will personally make sure to rip his heart out in front of you, and then I’ll breed your cunt so deeply you will feel me for days. Because there is no one else for you, princess. Just. Us. Forever. That means for eternity, you are ours. You are mine."

Sam yanked your hair, pulling you out of Colby's grip for a moment. He grunted harshly, "That goes for me too, baby girl. If you ever even breathe near another man again, I might have to drain your sexy little body dry and turn you into our immortal plaything for forever. And don't think for a second I'm bluffing."

Colby took you by the neck, pulling you back towards him, choking you lightly. All the while, Sam was still fucking you. "There is no escaping us, Y/N. We will never let you go. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, we will always be there, in the shadows, watching. We own you. And nothing will change that."

His face relaxed, going back into his casual, smug look. "So... in the meantime, enjoy yourself, princess. And open your mouth again."

He pushed you down, his cock still hard and leaking, ready to fuck your mouth. Their words sank deeply into your mind, arousing and frightening you all at the same time.

Colby thrusted himself back in, gagging you. “There you go, baby. But now, I think it's time we give the people what they want. Right, everybody?!”

The room screamed in approval, lustful energy shooting through you from the sound. Suddenly, Sam and Colby began fucking you passionately, the sheer brutal force alone bouncing you back and forth on their cocks. You whined around them, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of being their toy.

Sam groaned a breathy sound, “God, you're basically just a fleshlight, Y/N. Don't you love being used by us?”

“You know she does, Sam. Just a set of holes for us to use.” Colby’s voice was husky and low, “God, her mouth feels incredible.”

“She's so pathetic, really. She squeezed around me so tightly when we called her names. Maybe we should do that more often.” Sam taunted.

“Of course. There are so many more names we could come up with for her. But right now, all I'm concerned about is coming down her throat and fucking her until she chokes.” Colby's hips sped up as he face-fucked you. You didn't even have time to react, your jaw becoming slack and just allowing him to take over and use it like a toy. Tears welled up and rolled down your cheeks and drool dribbled down your chin from his harsh actions.

Sam's hand went between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your thighs shook from the feeling, the pleasure overwhelming.

“You're so close, aren't you, princess?” Colby panted.

Sam chimed in; his voice depraved. “Build up for us. Come with us, baby girl.”

They pounded into you in unison, almost taking the breath out of you with each thrust. The room began getting louder, chants of "Come for us" came from the crowd, building up in time with your orgasm.

Every part of this was spectacular and you couldn't get enough.

Your breathing hitched as your orgasm hit the edge, ready to fall over once they said you could. Sam and Colby kept going, kept using you, until they were ready. You begged them to let you come, your pleas muffled by Colby’s cock. Both thrusted with abandonment, needing to come just as badly as you.

Colby grunted, pulling your hair, “Fuck, fuck! Y/N, come! Come for us now!”

“Do it baby! That's fucking it, YES!” Sam growled, his fingers bruising your hips as he held them tightly.

All three of you exploded in euphoric pleasure, bellowing out in ecstasy. The crowd roared as Sam and Colby filled you up with their cum. You released around Sam's cock, soaking him. You swallowed as much of Colby's cum as you could, gagging as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly until finally slowing his hips down. Sam slammed inside of you once more, grunting out a strained cry. Your body was spent, exhausted from being fucked so many times. You felt yourself black out, unable to stay awake a moment longer.

When you came to, you were in your hotel room, inside the same hotel the event had taken place at. You felt sore everywhere, knowing that wasn’t a dream. You sighed happily, snuggling into bed. You noticed a note on the side of your pillow. You picked it up, reading it quickly.

Ours.

- Sam and Colby

<< Part 3B ||

[hyperactively-me]

happy (belated) halloween 🧛‍♀️🎃🍂

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight." His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs. Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

tumblr was a bitch and deleted half of my draft, so i had to rewrite the second half of the fic unfortunately, which is why this is posted past halloween lol. ok lemme explain myself. i wrote this solely for myself (what can i say, i had to indulge my thoughts!). this is extremely self-indulgent and self-serving. the costume described here is quite literally the exact costume i wore for halloween...shenanigans...i went to (shoutout spirit halloween). i was honestly really feelin' myself when wearing it sooooooooo...this tiny little minuscule thought popped into my mind and. yeah. here we are now! i mean, since it's literally based off something i wore, it's not gonna be perfectly written in the sense that it doesn't have physical descriptors, such as hair descriptions and mentions of blushing. take that as you will. happy reading ;)

warnings: smut

You glance at the clock, realizing it's almost time to head to your friend's Halloween party. You had picked out a rather...showy...vampire costume; a very lacy black corset top, a black micro skirt with a slit up the side, black thigh highs with bows, black lacy fingerless gloves, and a black ribbon choker. You slipped your costume on with ease, the full outfit accentuating your body in all the right places. You dab some fake blood on your throat and top of your chest and cleavage, adding to the "vampire-ness" of the costume.

As you sit at your vanity, you meticulously apply your makeup, darkening your eyes with deep, smoky makeup. Simon had just walked into your shared bedroom, bringing a load of his laundry from the washer. As he set down the load on the bed, he takes a good long look at you from the open door of the bathroom. With a grunt, he approaches the threshold of the bathroom door, eyes fixated on your form. He leans against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Lookin' good, love," he says, his voice low and husky.

You catch his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

"You think so?" you ask, a playful grin forming on your lips as you adjust your hair.

Simon steps up to you, his hand brushing against your arm.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he punctuates his words with a little whine, and you can't help but smile, shaking your head.

You finish the look with a set of fangs and bright red lipstick. A final touch of fake blood dribbles from the corner of your lip down to your chin. With a contended sigh, you stand up from your vanity chair, turning to face Simon.

"Yes, I have to go right now, actually," you say. "Final product, how does it look?"

You give him a twirl, stopping in front of him with a little flourish.

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight."

His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs.

Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

Simon smirks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. "I was thinking we could have our own little party right here." His hands slip under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it hard. Your skirt practically showed your entire ass off, the edge of the fabric resting just under the curve of your ass.

You blink once, twice. With a little giggle and a sigh, you shake your head. "I promised my friends I'd be there."

Simon groans, his gaze lingering on you. "You're breakin' my heart, you know that?" he says, his tone dripping with mock sadness.

You laugh, the warmth of his embrace making it difficult to resist him. "It's just for a few hours, you big baby."

He leans in, his lips grazing your neck. "Yeah, a few hours I'll be waitin' for you to come home 'til I can fuck you nice 'n hard," he murmurs, his breath sending a shiver through you. His lips linger on your skin, teasingly tracing the line of your jaw.

You let out a soft sigh, squeezing your thighs together.

"I- I have to go," you stutter out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks.

He drops his head on your shoulder for a moment and kisses your shoulder. Reluctantly, Simon releases his hold on you. "Alright, have fun, love. But remember, I'll be countin' the milliseconds until you're back."

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at him as you reach over to grab your purse.

He follows you to the front door like a puppy, hand grazing the small of your back. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms and giving you the best impression of someone who's been abandoned.

Before you can fully open the door, he's grabbing your wrist, yanking you into him just so he could cop another feel. The door clicks shut behind you, and you find yourself pressed against it. Simon's hands slide from your wrist to your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, which you happily return. Bits of your fresh red lipstick lingers on his lips as you pull away finally, really needing to leave.

"Later tonight," you tease, pushing his chest gently. "I gotta go, seriously. I'll text you when I get there. You have my location."

Simon pouts in front of you, a last ditch attempt at getting you to stay.

"I'll only be gone for a couple hours, then you can do whatever you want to me," you whisper seductively in his ear.

Simon swallows thickly, nodding his head as he finally lets you go.

With that, you press up onto your toes to kiss his cheek goodbye, leaving a red lipstick stain in your wake.

"Lock the door after me, please?" you call over your shoulder as you push open the front door.

"'Course. You have everything you need?" he questions, pointing to your purse. Of course, when you first got together, he made you start carrying pepper spray and a pocket knife.

"Yeah, all set. Alright, see you later, Si," you shout back, heading toward your friend's car parked outside.

The brisk autumn air is a sharp contrast to the heated moment you had just left behind. God. That man. Insatiable, I tell you.

As you make your way to the party, your mind is a whirlwind of anticipation. The remnants of Simon's kiss lingers on your lips, and you can't help but think about what he whispered so seductively into your ear.

Arriving at the party, you're greeted by the pulsating beat of music, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of Halloween in the air. Your friends cheer at your entrance, gushing over your vampire costume. The atmosphere is infectious, and you find yourself losing track of time as you immerse yourself in the party.

At one point, your phone buzzes with a message from Simon. You think you're going to pass out when you open your phone with full brightness. You scramble to turn it down, biting your lip as you take in the sight before you. He was describing in heavy detail what he had in store for you when you got home. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, and you can't help but steal glances at the clock, eager for the party to wind down.

As the hours slip away, you decide it's time to take your leave. Your goodbyes are filled with promises of future hangouts. You assure your friends that you had an amazing time, and with a giddy grin, you head back home, stomach fluttering with anticipation.

. . .

As you unlock the front door, you're met with a dark house, save for the lamplight streaming from the living room.

"Hey, baby, I'm home," you call out, dropping your purse on a nearby table while slipping your shoes off by the front door.

The moment Simon hears your voice, he’s stumbling over his own feet getting up from the couch.

Immediately he’s on you, hands grabbing fervently at your waist. He leans down and presses a firm kiss on your lips. He slowly walks you back into the front door, pushing you up against the firm wood. You melt into the warmth of his body, gently brushing your lips against his. He makes a low sound from his throat in reaction, using his hand to keep your jaw open while he licks deep into your mouth with his tongue.

“Been waitin’ all night for you,” he mumbles in between kisses. You instinctively grab his shoulders, mewling into his mouth as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. His fingers start to dig into your flesh, pressing under the hem of your corset.

"Mm, were you on the couch in the dark?" you question, panting slightly as you pull away, letting your head rest on the door behind you.

His hands tighten around your waist as he breaks the kiss, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lost track of time, thinkin' about what was waiting for me," he admits, his voice low and filled with desire.

You let out a breathy chuckle, swiping your finger over the remnants of your kiss on his cheek a few hours ago.

"You gonna explain your little texts to me, or?" you tease gently, tracing your finger down to the corner of his lip.

"Rather just show you, love," he exclaims, taking your wrist in his hold. Without hesitating, he takes the edge of your lacy fingerless glove in his teeth, and slowly pulls it up and off your hand. You stare up at him, mouth agape as he takes your other hand, repeating the action, this time more slowly. If that was even possible. Not once does he break eye contact, raising his eyebrows at your now heated expression.

"Hmm," he hums, dropping the gloves between his teeth to the floor. He takes your chin in between his fingers, thumb tracing the dried fake blood trailing from your lip to your chin.

Before you can say anything, he's unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder, your arms dangling down his back. You squeal in surprise, hands searching for stability on his waist.

One arm fastens around the back of your knees, keeping you propped up over his shoulder. His hand brushes over the top of one of your thigh highs, pulling the fabric higher over your thigh. His free hand comes up to grope your ass, now fully on display, no thanks to your skirt.

"Teasin' me in this little get-up you have on, aren't ya, darlin'? Like a goddamn present, wrapped s' prettily f'me."

Your pussy clenches at his words, the need for him to touch you increasing by the second.

"Simon—" you try to say, but instead he bites your hip. You gasp in response, nails digging into his skin harshly. He smooths over the bite with his hot tongue, pressing a sloppy kiss over it. Wetness starts to pool in the fabric of your panties, your vision getting a little dizzy from the way he's rubbing his hand over your ass, the way his tongue left a wet spot on the fleshy curve of your hip.

"Be a good girl f'me, yeah?" he says huskily. "'M makin’ good on my promise."

He practically kicks down your bedroom door, his patience wearing thin the more you wriggle in his grasp. Simon body slams you (affectionately) onto the bed with a grunt, wasting no time to crawl over you.

"Gonna fuck you how you deserve," he promises, his hands ghosting from your legs to your shoulders, pushing back stray strands of hair away from your skin.

Simon pushes down the lace cupping your cleavage, strong and large hands butterfly out across your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh of your breasts.

"Yes, like that," you encourage, rolling your neck out to relax.

He lowers his head down, lapping his tongue over your nipple. His other hand massages the supple skin of your breast. You moan lightly as he gently grazes his teeth over your skin, his other hand pinching your nipple.

You press your hands up against his chest, balling his black t-shirt in your hands. With a quick breath, you lift your knee up and press it into the crotch of his sweats, making him groan unabashedly. He falters slightly, nearly stuttering to a stop as he gasps from the pressure. You lean up to press a kiss to his jaw, moving your way up to bite his ear lobe with a tug, the fake fangs pressing sharply into the flesh.

"F- fuck," he mutters, squeezing the flesh of your hips.

You slide your hand under the waistband of his sweats and grab his half-hard cock.

"Fuckin' hell,” he groans, letting his head droop. “Y- you little minx.”

He grabs your hand holding his cock, and pumps himself once, twice, before he’s shuddering over you.

“F- fuckkk,” he groans, coming back down to kiss you hard. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the short strands gently at the base of his neck.

With new resolve, he shoves you over onto your stomach, straddling you as his fingers hurriedly fiddle with the metal hooks that kept your corset firm around your torso.

"Don't you dare rip this corset Simon Riley," you warn, reaching a hand behind you. In a flash, he's pinning your hand back to the bed, pressing his knee just hard enough on your wrist to keep it down.

"Fuckin'— how the fuck do you take this thing off—?" he grunts, yanking at the metal hooks impatiently. He fiddles with it for a moment more then starts to unsnap the hooks, successfully freeing you from the corset.

"Goddamn difficult f'r no reason—" he mumbles to himself as he flips you back onto your back, pushing your corset onto the floor. You let out a giggle. "Awww, big guy had a hard time takin' off a little top?" you tease, stroking his cheek.

"Damn hooks," he grumbles, shaking his head with a smirk as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. His hands come back up to grope your breasts as he kisses deep into your mouth, barely coming up enough for oxygen.

He reaches around you to fumble with the zipper of your micro skirt, deftly dragging the zipper down the moment he grasps onto it. In one fluid motion, he slides your skirt down your hips and off your legs, tossing it onto the floor. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, emitting a soft, low moan.

"You look so fuckin' good like this," he mumbles, gripping your knees and wrenching your legs apart, allowing your knees to rest on his sides.

He takes a ragged breath as his hands ghost over the thin, lacy waistband of your black thong. You watch intently as he drags his fingers down to your core, pressing into the bottom of your panties firmly. You're soaking.

"Fuck, you know what you're doin' to me, lovie?" he groans, hooking a finger under the waistband. Slowly, he drags your panties down your thighs and off your ankles.

He whispers, "You're trouble, you know that?" with a grin.

You flush at his words, whimpering ever so quietly as he runs his calloused palms up your thighs.

"J- just touch me already," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and yanking him closer to you.

"Almost, pretty girl," he says, lowering himself to your thighs, "let me enjoy this."

You're dripping onto the sheets at this point, the anticipation eating away at you. He was taking his sweet, sweet time. Can't rush a stubborn man.

Simon starts to leave open mouthed kisses on the curve of your hip, drool messily dripping down your flesh. He nips at your skin, dragging his nose across the slope of your upper thigh before catching the edge of your thigh high in his teeth.

"S- Simon," you beg, grabbing onto his head. He hasn't even touched you where you needed him most, yet you're already begging him. Simon doesn't respond, ignoring the way you're calling out for him.

He drags your stocking all the way down to your ankle, slipping it off with ease.

"Hmm," he hums contentedly, running his palm up your now bare leg.

He grabs your other clothed leg, hand grabbing your ankle gingerly, fingers ghosting over the tops of your thigh high. He plays with the bow one last time before slipping his fingers under the thin fabric, digging into the flesh of your thigh.

"Fuckin' hell, lovie,” he breathes as he slips your other stocking off your leg. You're quivering from desire, practically gasping for air as he teases your now bare skin.

Before you can beg him to touch you, he's lowering his head to your soaking core. You’re promptly cut off by your own gasp when his hot, expert tongue presses into your clit.

You clench around nothing from how fucking bad you needed him on your aching cunt. The garbled moan you let out is obscene, desperate and worked up from his prior touching and teasing. His mouth is an incinerator against your slick folds, tongue lapping at the velvet of your folds like a man starved. He hums low in his throat as you squeeze your thighs around his head, back arching as his hands squeeze your thighs.

“Si- oh, fuck—”  you moan, words dissipating from your lips as he presses into your clit again.

His fingers dig into your thighs as they tighten around his head, his tongue swirling around your clit like its his day job. You push your hips against his mouth, seeking him out for more.

You moan again as his nose pushes against your sensitive spot whilst is tongue gently pushes inside your hole. He's slow, methodically licking your pussy, humming at your sounds.

You nearly pass out when he pushes two of his thick, calloused fingers deep inside your cunt.

“Oh—f-fuck— Simon,” you moan, burying your fingers in his cropped hair in an attempt to ground yourself.

He growls as you blabber, curling his fingers upwards into your walls. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, aching for more.

"I- you—," you mutter, trying to convey how fucking good he's making you feel right now.

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, leaving just his fingertips in, just before pushing them all the way back in. He relishes in the way you mewl from just his touch, letting out a breathy chuckle at the way you push your hips farther onto him. Suddenly, he's repeating the action, pumping his fingers over and over inside you until you're practically crying for more.

"I- I need—"

"What do you need, lovie?" he questions innocently, curling his fingers upwards again.

"I- I need you to fuck me—"

"Am I not fucking you with my fingers?" he growls, reaching up to grip your jaw. His fingers start to work themselves faster in you, reaching his thumb to circle your clit. Suddenly, he latches his mouth back on your core, driving his tongue between your folds as if he's trying to split you in half on his tongue.

The way he's latched onto you causes you to see stars, and the oh so familiar feeling of an orgasm comes rushing upon you.

"You—" you garble, your muscles pulling tight in your core. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, yanking at his hair again in encouragement, to push you over the edge.

The moment he hums against you, the vibration against your clit pushes you straight over the edge. He moves straight to your clit the moment you let go, fingers curling to coax it out of you.

A strangled cry falls from your lips when your orgasm tears through you, the stimulation all too much. Your back arches with your release, toes curling at the sensation. Simon laps up your cum on his tongue, swallowing it like it's the first thing he's drank in days.

"Good girl," he breathes, removing himself from your cunt. "So beautiful," he mumbles, coming up to kiss you. He drags his tongue down to your neck, then comes back up to suck your juices off his fingers in a lewd display.

You swallow thickly, chest heaving watching the way his tongue laps up your slick off his fingers. You thread your fingers together over the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. Your legs pressing into him feels so delicious, the way you're beckoning him to you. You feel so good, so soft against him that he can't hold himself back from humping you. He's going to go fucking crazy.

"C- can't wait any longer," Simon grunts, yanking down his sweats at lightning speed. His cock slaps up against his lower stomach, hard and pulsing.

A surge of heat courses through your veins, igniting every inch of your being.

"Gonna— fuckin' lose my damn mind," he groans as he lines up with your entrance, noting the way your hole is still dripping.

His strong hands move you, pulling your legs up and outwards. The tip of his girthy cock prods at your entrance, his arm coming up to cradle your head.

"J- just fuck me," you groan, bucking your hips upwards. The moment you rock against him, he's pushing his cock inside you. You both groan at the sensation, the way his cock stretches and pulls you open so nicely. He groans as you swallow him whole, your cunt sucking him in so greedily.

"S- so fuckin' sexy under me like this, lovie," he pants, resting his forehead on yours for a brief moment.

You quiver at the way his cock stretches you open, and you try to speak, but you can't. Simon took his time running his palms over your body, feeling you up. You whimper needily, rolling your hips against him, and it was enough to get him to start moving.

His hips snap against yours, fast and rough. He's relentless, fucking you into the mattress with a strength that only he possesses. He pulls out almost all the way, then pushes back in rapidly. You feel as though the wind is knocked out of your lungs when his hand traces up your thigh to press into your clit.

He strong frame presses against yours, craving closeness. Sweat starts to drip from his forehead, his front strands of hair matting to his forehead. The sight alone could make you cum. His arms flex as he moves his hands to get a bruising grip on your hips. You moan at the way he's rutting into you, acting like a starving man who's been craving pussy.

"Thas' it, lovie," he grunts, watching the way you take his cock so nicely.

"S- so good," you manage to say, squirming under his hold. You instinctively bring your hand down to play with your clit, and in a flash, he's taking your hand away and replacing it with his own, thumb rubbing against it.

"F- fuck, you can barely even speak you're so—" he stutters when you clench around his cock from him playing with your clit.

His thrusts are still going hard, chasing after you with each movement. Simon's pace didn’t let up, the desire to make you feel so good heightening.

"Simon," you moan grabbing at his arms. You can't help but roll your hips again, encouraging him further.

"Thas' right. Say my name," Simon's tone drips with praise, and it makes you shiver, clenching around his cock. He groans again, nearly stuttering to a stop at the action.

Each brush of his fingers against your clit brings to life another orgasm, the muscles in your lower abdomen pulling already. The air is filled with your moans and whimpers and Simon's guttural grunts. He's starved, so extremely needy, and he needed you.

"Simon—" you gasp, "—gonna cum—," digging your nails into his skin.

You watch his eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His lips meet yours in a kiss, his thrusts turning sloppy.

Your orgasm pierces you like a bolt of electricity, your muscles contracting and draining every last ounce of rationality from your thoughts. You cum hard, seeing stars in your vision, laying there weakly afterwards and let him keep fucking into you, chasing his own high.

"Good girl," he hisses, a sharp intake breath, and his own orgasm chases yours. His hand leaves your clit to grab your hip. His momentum is even, but he's panting, visibly overcome by pleasure. Simon shudders as he buries himself deep within you, his cock pressed against your cervix as he empties himself inside you.

Still catching your breath, you pull him down on top of you to kiss you. He falls on top of you, his chest pressed flush against yours.

"You're perfect," you mumble after a pause. "Treat me so well."

You brush your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, chuckling lightly as he catches his own breath. He shoves his face in the crook of your neck, allowing you to caress him.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs back, leaning up to capture your lips in a kiss again.

[tasenwrobots]

Boo! Happy belated Halloween @poppyseed-art ! I'm gravely sorry for being 2 days late, but I would like to give you your gift for the @rottmnt-secret-gifting exchange! I present to you the turtle tots having a great time decorating their pumpkins! Again, I apologize for being late (you gave me my gift on 29th itself lol sorry) and I hope you like it :]]

[fablekitty]

Happy Belated Halloween!

Hope you all had a fun day~ It snowed here. Lol

[peach-cream-tea]

HAPPY (belated) HALLOWEEN

HERES THE ART DUMP OF THE GOON SQUAD

extra doodles and full pages under the cut👁️👅👁️👇

sorry about the lack of human doodles, i might draw them tomorrow lol. The spookie never stops

[pyode-luar-ke]

Could I request a fic with a reader who collects bones (or does some form of the taxidermy) (Personally I just pins bugs and make stuff out of bones)

I just think it would be a neat idea for a fic.

memento mori | gn!yautja x gn!reader

A/N: happy one-day-belated halloween!! 🎃🎃👻👻 this request had really good timing lol. very on-brand for the season. hope y’all had a good all hallows eve!! 👻🎃👹

i also think it’d be neat if a yautja were to ever come across a human who’s a taxidermist or otherwise has a morbid profession. i can’t remember exactly, but i’m fairly certain that yautja only collect skulls and spines, and just destroy the rest right? idk lolz, it’s my truth then

enjoy!

summary: comparing collections.

word count: 708

content: 18+, gn!reader, gn!yautja, no gendered pronouns, slice of life, established relationship, mention of blood/gore, mention of death

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They do not understand your affinity for your craft.

All the exoskeletons of insects and beetles, fragile animal bones, bird feathers, butterfly wings... They do not understand why you collect them, why you pin them, why you create dioramas with them, why you hang them on your walls and present them with pride.

It is strange, they think, that you marvel at items both dead and inconsequential. It'd be slightly different if you hunted the creatures you displayed, but you don't. You do not have the honor of the kill. Instead, you forage for the bones, feathers, and exoskeletons— You call yourself a collector.

Sometimes though, you have access to the corpse of some Earthen animal— usually small, often easy prey. With the pelt and an armature, you stuff the animal back into shape, as if you are Paya and grant it a form of second life. They will admit that those creations of yours, the taxidermy, are their favorite.

But they still simply do not understand.

Yautja collect the skulls. Sometimes the spine. They do not concern themselves with the lesser, weaker bones— tibias and fibulas, phalanges, ribs, femurs, ulnar and radius', humeri— not to mention easily breakable parts like feathers or insect wings. Those are unimportant pieces, parts of the body that have no meaning, no purpose to serve for harvesting.

Those parts are easily broken, destroyed, or lost. They get in the way and take up space. Yautja especially find no interest in colorful beetles, degradable feathers, or incredibly fragile insect wings. That would be foolish.

The th’syra is the only part that matters.

And sometimes the spine— But that is besides the point.

Yet they find themselves grateful for your craft. Your profession allows for you to be less... disagreeable with their way of life.

You are no stranger to blood, gore, and entrails— The sticky, oozy wetness of the insides of the body when they are fileted or disemboweled to the outside. Nor are you to the dead, or death itself. It is all as much a staple in your life as it is theirs. Should the Black Hunter visit you, they would even go as far as to presume you wouldn’t be afraid of him either.

When they brought you a th’syra for the first time— a sterling white ooman one— you hadn’t blanched or fainted or had some other too-ooman reaction. Instead, your eyes ignited with wonder and awe, and when they placed it in your strange, soft hands, you kissed its crown and said, “Thank you.”

That was when they knew you were their lifemate.

Yautja hunt. They kill and maim and take trophies and build their honor. The bones they take are sturdy, durable— The th’syra is symbolic of Paya. First and foremost, they are offerings to Her. To win many is to garner Her favor and success for future kv’var.

You collect. You create for aesthetic purposes. Your bones, feathers, and insects are meant to be reminders of what once was, morbid nostalgic memories of animals that have lost their living breath. You give the dead a new purpose. They pose, lifelike, on your walls or are pinned in clear boxes.

It is strange, they think.

They watch as you place a preserved butterfly on their trophy wall. It is pinned perfectly against the bamboo back of the shadow box. The butterfly is wholly intact and undamaged, as if you’ve simply frozen it in time.

It goes in the spot where they’ve designated it to go: Next to their kiande-lou-dte’kalei th’syra. 

So strange, they think.

“Here.” You are smiling, your hand is outstretched to them. They look, and you are holding a small skeletal creation, made from miscellaneous bones and twine. Their mandibles click, and they take the gift from you, their claws scarcely brushing the soft flesh of your palm.

The strange bone gift is easily breakable, fragile, and inconsequential, but to them it has all the meaning in the universe. It is sacred, holy— You breathed new purpose like life into it. 

You smile when they whicker, content. You flash all the teeth in your mouth, and they should feel challenged, but they are not. They are too happy to care.

They want to see more.

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yautja translations

Cetanu → The Black Hunter, Yautja death god kiande-lou-dte’kalei → Xenomorph queen kv’var → hunt/s ooman / oomani-di → human / human female Paya → Yautja creation goddess th’syra → skull/s

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

surprise update!!! (particular)

hi hello i am impulsive and in a good mood. chapter 7 of "particular" has been posted!!! consider it an october treat. tis the month of halloween after all! happy belated wednesday, happy halloween, big kisses for all the queers. enjoooooy!!!

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Chapters: 7/14 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022)Rating: Mature  Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings  Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Larissa Weems  Characters: Larissa Weems, Wednesday Addams, Morticia Addams, Enid Sinclair, Thing (Addams Family)  Additional Tags: Minor Morticia Addams/Larissa Weems, Past Morticia Addams/Larissa Weems, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Dubious Morality, Teacher-Student Relationship, Slow Burn, Lesbian Larissa Weems, Lonely Larissa Weems, Larissa Weems has sort of a has-been movie star vibe to her lol, and Wednesday is a Menace(TM), Unconventional Relationship, sort of a coming of age story but not really, i just wanted to give wednesday character development the show didn't lol, Slow Romance, complex mother-daughter relationship, Implied/Referenced Disordered Eating, Age-gap Relationship, References to Alfred Hitchcock, Slight Alcohol Abuse, Dreams and Nightmares, Prophetic Dreams, Falling In Love, Implied Demisexuality, Sexual Experimentation, Sexual Content 

Summary: 

There are many ways to summarise this fic. Such as, Wednesday Addams has a sexuality crisis and Larissa Weems is menopausal and sad. Or, Wednesday Addams is a menace, and Larissa Weems takes too much ibuprofen. Or perhaps, Wednesday Addams tricks Larissa Weems into going on a date with her, and Larissa Weems is appalled. I don't know, just read it.

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HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN LOL! I'm always late. Also, this picture looks way better on Desktop. For some reason, Tumblr is pixelating my stuff, along with other people's art on mobile.

Did this for a school project. XP