#happy halloween motherfuckers

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Come Play - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY, Pain Kink, Knife Kink/Knife Play, Blood Kink, Slight Blood Consumption, Ghostface Mask, Riding, P in V, unprotected sex, dirty talk, crying if you squint, not proof read bc i hate myself

Word Count: 1k

You sat perched on the end of your bed with your legs delicately crossed as you waited for Noah. The LED lights attached to the wall casted an ominous, red glow across the room. Soft, black lace barely covered your most intimate areas, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and covering your face and head, a Ghostface mask. You played with the bejeweled handle of a freshly sharpened knife as you kept your eyes on the doorway. He would be here soon; you had told him to give you 15 minutes and that time was almost up. 

You were alerted by heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway towards your bedroom that he was approaching. You waited patiently until finally he stood in the doorway. You heard Noah’s breath hitch and watched his eyes go wide as he laid his eyes on you; as he processed the scene in front of him. With your free hand you patted the spot next to you, “Come play.”

Without a word, he rushed over to sit down. You slowly pushed yourself off of the bed and stood in front of him, placing the tip of the knife ever so gently under his chin so that he would look up at you. Noah’s breathing picked up and he visibly gulped as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and full of need. “Don’t worry,” you murmured from behind the mask. “I won’t hurt you.”

A whimper of protest left his slightly parted lips, “Please.” 

With a featherlight touch, you began to trail the tip of your knife down his neck. “Or would you like that?” You questioned lowly, “Are you my little pain slut?” 

Noah let out a trembling moan in response to your words and the sensation of the knife trailing down his throat. “Mhm,” he whined. 

“You can do better than that, puppy,” you tilted your head to the side and the knife slowly came to a stop just above the collar of his shirt. “Use your words. What do you want?”

Another whine. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he opened them once more, “W-Want you to hurt me, please,” he breathed out. “I’m your little painslut.”

You let out a low chuckle, “Good boy.” You grabbed the collar of his shirt and used your knife to cut it off of him, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air. 

Once his skin was exposed, you placed the tip of the knife on his collar bone, lightly tracing it over his skin. Just as he began to get comfortable, breathing slowing down, you applied the slightest amount of pressure. Noah let out a hissing noise that faded out into a moan as the blade broke his skin, creating a small, bleeding cut. Small drops of blood dribbled down his chest and you couldn’t help yourself. You lifted the mask and leaned towards his chest. You pressed your tongue to his skin just below the droplets and licked up until your tongue made contact with his fresh wound. You gently began to suck at it. 

Heavy puffs of hair left Noah’s lips as he threw his head back, whining and moaning at the pleasant stinging sensation. You pulled off with a soft popping noise and moved your mask back into place before repeating the action on the other side. The metallic tang of Noah’s blood took over your tastebuds as you finished with the other side. With the mask still lifted, you gently kissed up his chest and neck until you met his lips. You slowly worked your tongue into his mouth and once you did, he moaned into your mouth at the taste of his own blood. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you began to pull away, lip slipping through your teeth as you did. 

Placing the mask back on your face, you gently pushed Noah back on the bed so that he was laying down and began to straddle him. You could feel his hardness against your ass and recognized that he was trying everything in his power to not rut up into you. Putting your weight on your knees, you lifted yourself up and reached down into his pants, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out. 

Noah mewled at your touch, no longer able to hold back as he started to desperately fuck up into your hand. With your free hand you pushed his hips down into the bed, “Behave, puppy,” you warned. 

When his hips stopped moving, you took your hand off of them and pushed your panties to the side. You teased the leaking head of his cock by running it through your slick folds, relishing in the desperate whimpers coming from your boy. Finally, you began to slowly sink down, not stopping until he was fully inside of you. You watched Noah’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. 

He reached out and gripped your hips, holding you flush against him as he rolled his hips up into. You let out a deep moan and he moved his thumb over to rub quick circles on your clit. You clenched around him, resulting in a whine from Noah. You reached your high quick, your cunt spasming around his cock. Once you came down from your high, you started bouncing again, determined to get him to finish.

“I-I’m cl-close,” he whined out, tears spilling from his eyes. 

You grabbed the knife that you had abandoned earlier and pressed the dull part of the blade to his neck, not wanting to actually cause a great deal of harm to him. “Cum for me, puppy.”

Noah released a loud, guttural moan as his hips bucked up, painting your walls with milky white ribbons, his entire body began to shake as he unloaded into you. You swore he came more than he ever had before. Once he finally came down, you lifted yourself off of him, took the mask off, and laid down next to him.

“Happy Birthday, Noah.”

[pxper-cranes]

They did it. They finally, properly did it

✨💅Congratulations to Velma Dinkley for having a big fat gay crush on screen✨💅

Well now I know what I'm finishing my Mystery Incorporated binge with :)

[its-your-mind]

rb and put in the tags what comes up when you type:

fuck

fucking

motherfucker

shit

bullshit

asshole

damn

[miss-celestial-being]

BRUSH UR TEEFFFFFFFF

[itspachysandra]

I FUCKING SCREAMED WE ARE LIVING IN HISTORY WITH A DOC AND LIVE ALBUM OMFG

[dragonsdendoodles]

Halloween ship dynamic

Vampire bf x werewolf bf

In the face of conflict, vampire bf will turn up his nose and make an eloquent but insulting remark, then silently plot your demise.

Werewolf bf is willing to bite a man’s arm off.

Observe.

[ladykissingfish]

*having tea together after having switched partners during missions for a week* Kisame: Thank. God. I thought this week would never end! Hidan is a fucking nightmare! Kakuzu: *chuckles* What did he do? Kisame: He shaved Samehada while I was sleeping. He ruptured the aquarium in my room without telling me and I came back to water and dead fish all over my bed. That man we were sent to collect and bring back as prisoner? Sacrificed. The people who wouldn't give us extra meat at the bbq place? Sacrificed. The priest at the temple where we were sent to establish an alliance? SACRIFICED. Kakuzu: Hm. That's all? Sounds like a mild week for Hidan. Did you try to tell him to stop at any point? Kisame: Try? All I did was shout at him! He would just laugh and do whatever he wanted! Honestly ... I can see now why Nagato put the two of you together. I think you're the only one who can actually handle him. Kakuzu: Agreed. Kisame: But how was working with Itachi for you? Kakuzu: It was fine, he's a very quiet and serious partner. Gets everything done smoothly and efficiently. It's just ... at night ... Kisame: He tried to crawl into your bed and get you to read him a story, right? Kakuzu: Mm. And his temper goes a bit out of control when you refuse to let him over-indulge in sweets, doesn't it? Kisame: Yes. I still have the bite marks in my arm from when I tried to tell him that 20 dango was too many in one sitting. Kakuzu:

[betseyswardlick]

CANDY SNAKE 2.0 LIVES

[callmewisteria]

Grelle takes halloween so seriously that it leaves Ciel exasperated and Sebastian vaguely frightened

[septiccoffeefreak]

TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY TODAY'S THE DAY

[iprefertweels]

Oh I DO know it “my dear Azul”

[madfoolish]

[kdyghk]

roll your snake eyes and B I T E !

[rockman-x]

more posts for people on the Southern Hemisphere PLEASE

[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!