#Halloween thirsty Thursday

[anonymousmink]

Trick or Treat from a fellow Adarling (a very thirsty one… like srsly dehydrated… 🥵)

Adar made a batch of toffee apples for Halloween but it seems like his kids have eaten them all - you don’t mind sharing do you?

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[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Pumpkin

steddie, omegaverse, bones and boners, mpreg, mdni🔞

Eddie is the master of decorating for Halloween, but his prized possession is a life-sized, articulated skeleton that he got for the low price of free when Mr. Clarke replaced the replica human skeleton in his classroom with a new one.

It’s kinda big to store, so for the most part it stands in the corner of his and Steve’s living room, occasionally outfitted with a seasonal hat. At New Year’s, the skeleton is wearing a glittery top hat, a party blower stuck between its teeth. Steve and Eddie get home late, tipsy on cheap champagne after watching the ball drop at their local bar with Robin and Chrissy.

They giggle together as they drop onto the couch, talking about everything and nothing until suddenly Steve turns serious and says, “We should fuck. Right now.”

Eddie struggles to focus and half-slurs, “Loving the energy, babe, but why?”

Steve doesn’t answer right away, just bolts to his feet and stumbles over to the skeleton, pointing at it. “Because we need a Halloween baby!” He picks up a decorative candle, red and white with candy cane stripes, and waggles his eyebrows as he crudely thrusts it up through the pelvic opening on the skeleton. “C’mon, Eddie. Put a baby in me,” Steve begs, his hand slowing as he holds the candle in place, the image comical as Eddie imagines his driving his dick so deep into his omega that the tip reaches the bottom of his sternum.

Eddie nods, tripping over his feet in his haste to get to Steve, taking his face in his hands and kissing him soundly. Steve puts down the candle, and they giggle as they strip on their way to the bedroom.

🎃🎃🎃

Ten months later, Steve is ready to pop. He’s full-term, could go into labor any day, but he and Eddie are still having their friends over the night before Halloween for a party. Their 20-week ultrasound has pride of place, blu-tacked to the skeleton’s pelvis, and Steve is taking advantage of his pregnant belly for his costume. He asks Will to paint the jack o’lantern face, and it turns out perfectly.

Eddie is dressed as a scarecrow, complete with fake birds on his shoulders, and Steve has to keep reminding him to be careful and avoid smearing the paint, his mate constantly needing to touch his belly and cradle their pup.

The party ends early when Steve’s water breaks around nine. Their baby is right on time; Jack Munson is born at three in the morning—at the witching hour on Halloween.

[horrorfilms1313]

The Shining (1980)

[harellan]

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘

[hotcinnam0nspicy]

Thanks to @localravenclaw for the inspo for Thirsty Thursday.

Our boys are going to a masquerade ball looking hot and mysterious.

[theloverstemperance]

[dogtown, 3:34am] afterparty

feat. beanie's vie, @cybersteal's vice, and @preemshots' NV 😚🥰💖🎃

[impishpuck]

[jerzwriter]

Ethan x Kaycee

Thirsty Thursday

11.3.22

Halloween

Or spooky/dark vibes

Better late than never?

[soulcandi]

𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 | 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

synopsis: sorority!reader stumbles upon ghostface behind a closed door at a halloween party and decides to play along with what she assumes is a cruel prank.

warnings: blood/gore, murder, implied alcohol and drug use, bimbo!reader, finger-sucking (lmao), written with afab!reader in mind.

a/n: first tumblr post! this is cross-posted on wattpad and ao3 too! lowercase intended.

word count: 3,841

it wasn’t the muffled screaming that drew you toward the room at the end of the upstairs hallway, but it was certainly what inspired you to press your ear against the door.

at first, you weren’t sure what you were hearing—the music from the party downstairs was making the floor thrum beneath your feet and it was impossible to try and hear anything over the deafening, base-heavy music blaring in the downstairs hallway. especially in your state. but then through the thin wooden frame, there it was again—the screaming, the pleas of terror reduced to stifled, high-pitched whines. 

you held your breath, reaching down to set your big gulp full of jungle juice on the floor of the hallway. the entire first week of zeta orientation was focused solely on helping sisters in trouble and recognizing unsafe situations at parties like this one. and with your ear plastered to the door, you could tell that there was nothing safe or orderly going on in the room behind it, and not even the joint you stole from the guy dressed as danny zuko downstairs was going to change that. 

you had seen date-rape frankie hanging around downstairs, slinking around the kitchen on the prowl for incoming zetas to prey on, but you hadn’t seen him in a few minutes. in fact, you hadn’t seen him much at all since you lost track of your new freshman friend, tara.

biting down hard on your bottom lip, you rapped your knuckles against the wood. there was a slight pause before the sounds of struggle grew louder. 

oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.  

“tara?” you called, it felt like your mouth had been stuffed with cotton and you could still taste the sour hawaiian punch mixer on your tongue. The last thing you wanted to do was interrupt someone’s fantasy of hooking up in pike house on the thirsty thursday before halloween, but you would rather not just walk away when it sounded like someone was being gutted—or worse.

the knob turned with ease and you found yourself stumbling into the room before you could reconsider turning right back around and locating one of your sober sisters to investigate on your behalf. you had half a mind to slap a hand over your eyes to avoid seeing anything you rather live your life without ever seeing.

“tara, is that you? it’s—” you peaked between your fingers for a fleeting second but all you saw was red. 

desperate, angry red claw marks marred the white carpet in a breadcrumb trail leading all the way from the door to the back wall just underneath the window. you stumbled, ankles wobbling in your strappy pink heels as you reached for the doorknob to catch your balance.

there was a figure cloaked in familiar black robes wearing a gaunt white mask that you knew all too well. his hand was raised with a knife poised to stab the girl currently wriggling in his arms. they both watched with bated breath as you gaped at the scene before you. 

“uhm…?” you mumbled, not entirely sure you were seeing this right. you glanced over your shoulder to find that you were completely alone in the upstairs corridor. you coughed and shook your head disbelievingly. you really needed to thank danny zuko for his potent product.

or maybe you needed to stop stealing people’s weed when they were too busy making out with girls dressed as marie antoinette to notice. 

the girl’s head lolled to the side, blood running like rivers through the crevices of her face. her eyes were half-lidded, the entire front of her slutty cowboy costume drenched in blood. you squinted down at her, unable to place her at first. but then it hit you like a slap to the face. 

“courtney fucking carter.” you pointed almost accusingly down at her limp body. it was courtney. she posted a mirror selfie in that exact same outfit just a few hours ago, minus all the gore. ew, you really needed to take her off of your snapchat. 

you felt like an idiot for believing all those heartfelt ‘your first college roommate will become your lifelong friend!’ facebook posts that your mom sent you the entire summer before your freshman year because courtney fucking carter was the furthest thing from a friend that you had at the moment. 

from the split second she’d gotten wind of what you went through a few years back—of what you had seen and survived, it was all downhill from there. fake blood in your body wash, ghostface masks in your closet, daily prank calls, and anonymous threatening texts every morning, noon, and night.

her little display tonight was no different from last halloween when she paid the entire lacrosse team fifty bucks each to wear those stupid costumes and stalk the zeta house while you were sober sister. 

she coughed and even more blood started bubbling in the corners of her mouth. her perfectly winged eyeliner was smudged at the tips and her face was blotchy and red from crying. you were honestly a little impressed that she would make herself look so disgusting for a silly prank that didn’t even scare you. 

“(y/n)...” she blubbered, gasping as she reached out with a limp hand in your direction. “please…”

the killer hadn’t moved since you tripped into the room and if it weren’t for the labored breaths making his chest rise and fall every few seconds, you would have thought he was a statue. you wouldn’t have been surprised if she hired an actual actor to help her with this one.

“oh, this is too good,” you sighed, twirling around and grabbing your drink off of the floor before walking into the room and letting the door ease shut in your wake. as soon as it did, it was like you had hit mute on the entire rest of the party. sinking to your knees on a wet, bloody patch of carpet, you took a long sip from your straw, ignoring the delicious sting it delivered to the back of your throat.

you were just nearing the point of the night where a rum and coke only tasted like coke and you started forgetting that there was liquor in your cup at all. 

courtney’s eyebrows tethered in confusion, but you weren’t even looking at her anymore. the masked figure cocked his head to the side, gloved fingers clenching around the steely hunting knife hovering a foot or so over your ex-roommate's chest.

trauma sure had a funny way of presenting itself because there was absolutely no reason that you should be so spurred on by that sight. biting your lip, you mirrored his empty expression, tilting your head parallel to his. “well? go ahead. finish her off.”

“please, no! oh my god, no!”

“shut the fuck up, my god. you act like I wouldn’t have paid like a million dollars to see this happen to you for real. grow up and let me enjoy this.”

leaning your back against the door, you pulled your barely-parted knees halfway up to your chest, not caring in the slightest that your satin slip was leaving very little to the imagination. chewing lazily— drunkenly—on your cherry-red straw, you gestured vaguely for her accomplice to proceed.

he bristled at your attention, testingly bringing the knife down a few inches to gauge your reaction. the movement elicited a weak cry from the girl lying victim in his lap and you smiled with the nibbled tip of your straw pinned between your glittery-painted lips. “do it.”

through the floorboards, you could hear the opening chords of SLUT ME OUT, followed by the excited screams of your sorority sisters. the stars were aligning in the most perfect way. if this ended quickly enough, you could link up with tara and ethan and make your way to the dance floor with time to spare before the song was over. 

a long, labored breath was smothered by the smooth plastic of the mask but you heard it anyway in all of its gruff, ravenous glory. not even a full second passed before the stainless (probably retractable) blade disappeared and plunged straight between courtney’s ribs. she arched her back as her body mimed a reaction to the pain and you watched from afar with hazy curiosity. 

“yes!” you clapped, throwing a weak fist in the air. “get her ass!”

“fu-fuck you, (y/n),” she spat.

“ditto. no, actually you can eat shit and choke. you’re honestly such a good actress that this is kinda sad.”

every insult, every bitter comment that you’ve been holding in since last september came threatening to spill out of you. courtney’s body lurched as the knife was yanked out of her torso, but when it re-entered, there was no reaction. no more pleas for her life, no melodramatic dying remarks. in fact, she went deathly still—her body slumping over in an awkward heap on the carpet as ghostface rose, shoving her aside in order to stalk his way over to you. 

his heavy black combat boots made deep imprints on the stained carpet, now half-dried and tacky to the touch. with one more sip for good luck, you abandoned your cup beside the door and crawled on your hands and knees to meet him halfway at a tantalizing pace.

pointing your half-lidded eyes through the black eye holes of the mask, you wondered which of her sick and twisted friends was watching you back right behind them. but honestly, who were you kidding? the not-knowing was what made it just a teensy bit sexy. 

“you gonna kill me next?” you pouted, sitting up on your knees less than a foot away from where he stood, shooting him the biggest, roundest doe eyes that you could manage. your pitiful frown only deepened as he shook his head, dragging a leather-gloved hand through your hair and knocking your little plastic tiara aside.

you couldn’t help the airy gasp that slipped past your lips as he made a fist in the back of your head, pulling your face up toward his before tapping two fingers against your lips. 

heaven. you had flown straight of out pike house and somehow landed right at the pearly gates of heaven. 

your mouth fell open obediently, tongue rolling out like a welcome mat for his two thick digits to bully themselves inside. the stiff leather was coated in a warm, sticky substance that made your mouth water and your fists clench where they were folded neatly in your lap. fake blood. nice.

the flimsy plastic mask seemed to shiver as a hushed groan echoed inside of it. your tongue swirled over the leather pads of his fingers, sucking them clean like your life depended on it—and maybe it did, who knew?

the stranger’s thick index finger curled against your tongue and coaxed a soft whine to rise from the back of your throat. the stretch wasn’t too much, but paired with the sharp yank of the tight ponytail he had formed with your hair with his opposite hand, you were borderline delirious from stimulation. 

when the hand in your hair loosened without warning—like he was struggling to keep a solid grip—you blinked up at him with wide eyes and listened as the muffled breathing grew louder and even more rapid. you were desperate to see how far this would go while your shitty ex-roommate was still playing dead in the corner. 

an unexpectedly hard yank to your hair had you sitting up on your knees, face angled up toward the mask as a pleading whine bounced against the leather digits exploring the cavern of your mouth. your face had long since been reduced to pins and needles and the only thing you could do to ground yourself was seek reassurance in those black, empty eyes looming over you, even if all he did was stare back at you with blank, unfeeling apathy. 

you pulled your lips off of his knuckle with a quiet pop, wet eyes blinking up at the mask as you hesitantly wrapped your hands around his wrist. when he did nothing to pry you off of him, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers, licking a long stripe through the slit between the two digits and forcing them to part.

only when you were 100% certain that every trace of gooey, thick artificial blood had been licked clean from his glove did you sit back on your heels with a sickeningly sweet smile. “thank you for sparing my life, mr. killer.”

the mask was aimed directly at your face and you weren’t quite sure that it ever moved. he gave you a quick, restrained nod before finally releasing your hair. 

you shook your head to free your hair from the ponytail shape, only slightly concerned with the red handprint that must have been slapped across the back of your head. downstairs, you heard a lapse in the music and pouted as you wobbled to your feet. you missed your favorite song. 

almost instinctively, ghostface offered you his arm, leaving yet another bloody handprint on your elbow where he caught you from falling. “thank you,” you snorted, finding that small lapse in character insanely funny. this whole thing was hilarious to you and you really hoped that you would remember it when you woke up tomorrow morning for your econ lecture at noon. 

whose bedroom did courtney borrow for this? you prayed for that poor fucker’s sake that he was well-paid because there was no way in hell that all of that gore was coming out of this carpet. he could kiss his security deposit goodbye.

speaking of courtney, you turned to flip her off one last time before dipping to collect your abandoned drink and pointing an accusatory finger at the guy who was still pretending to be ghostface. “Make sure she cleans this up before one of the pledges sees. I don’t want you getting blacklisted.”

he nodded, slow and considerate. your lips found the straw and you took an idle little sip, reaching up to boop the sunken plastic nose of the mask before twirling around and slamming the door behind you. the air around your body instantly chilled—compared to the rest of the party, that bedroom had been broilingly hot.

another one of your favorite songs began to play but you ignored the urge to wobble your way downstairs and instead felt along down the dark hallway toward the bathroom. 

the dim yellow overhead lights flickered to life as soon as the door shut behind you and you leaned your entire weight over the porcelain sink. someone had been rifling through the medicine cabinet—some loose odds and ends were strewn across the counter.

you reached forward to pull the door of the medicine cabinet closed so you could catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror but your eyes instantly grew round and your mouth fell open at the sight of your own reflection. 

the entire bottom half of your face was painted in cartoonishly red fake blood. it caked your skin and rivered down your face like drool. you looked like a vampire immediately after chowing down on some poor unsuspecting person. your last-second princess costume had been transformed into a carrie-at-the-prom nightmare. 

you reached up and smeared the blood across your lips with the tips of your fingers, taking a single drop and tapping it against your tongue. it didn’t taste like cherry or corn syrup or chemicals. it tasted like old pennies. copper. 

it tasted real. 

a loud, blood-curdling scream echoed down the corridor and you felt your face grow numb. not even a full second later, there was a series of rapid knocks on the bathroom door and you blankly fumbled for the doorknob, eyes practically glazed over. all you could focus on was the taste of blood— blood—in your mouth. what were the odds that she sourced actual, genuine blood for this?

as soon as you unlocked the door, it swung outwards and you blinked up at the figure standing in the doorway. 

ethan’s face was flushed, eyes nearly half-lidded. he took one look at you and swallowed thickly. black mascara cast dark shadows across the apples of your cheeks and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought you had just been thoroughly fucked-out. 

you felt disconnected from the rest of your body, a dull prickly sensation stabbing over every inch of your exposed skin. ethan gulped, glancing up at the ceiling for a split-second before he could bring himself to meet your eye. meanwhile, you were scoping out the red-hot issue brewing in his khakis. 

“eth,” you whined, pulling a sad face as you shifted all your weight to one heel. “were you dancing without me?”

he always tended to get a little stiff whenever you dragged him out to the dance floor with your girlfriends at parties like this one. it wasn’t his fault. after the first few times, you started to realize that it kinda just…happened. it was flattering, honestly. 

ethan was a sweetheart—your sweetheart. your heart would have shattered into a million pieces on the floor between you if he’d told you that he had been downstairs dancing to your song while you sucked the soul out of some poor creep’s fingers in the upstairs bedroom. 

he cocked his head to the side, eyes wide and pleading as he silently begged you not to tease him. not here. not now. he really wouldn’t be able to handle it once you started.

ethan’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and he pushed the door open wider, reaching for your hand. “we gotta get out of here,” he croaked. “something happened.”

“oh shit. cops?” 

you glanced toward your cup on the rim of the sink and immediately swatted it into the trash can. there was no way in hell that you were getting busted for underage drinking the night before your favorite night of the year. spending halloween in a holding cell was at the very bottom of your bucket list. 

the world was moving in slow motion—the weed, the two lime-green jello shots you took downstairs, plus the drink you’ve been nursing since the pre-game you hosted in your room earlier that afternoon were all hitting you at once. 

ethan let out a stressed groan and glanced behind him. “not yet, but chad is talking to 911 downstairs. they’ll be here soon.”

you just then noticed that the music had stopped completely and the sound of voices were echoing up the stairs in its place. a breeze was crawling up the staircase from the front door which had been propped open as partygoers filed out onto the front lawn. “come on,” he said, voice on-edge as he guided you out of the bathroom by your hand. “i have to get you home.”

he said nothing about the blood that was trickling down your face and staining the neckline of your slip. you wrapped your fingers around his instantly, trailing absent-mindedly behind him as he guided you down the hall. when you passed the room at the top of the stairs, the door was propped wide open and a trail of blood was spilling out into the corridor.

you tried to peek over ethan’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of courtney begrudgingly scrubbing red goo off of the carpet, but she was still playing dead in the corner. 

“don’t look.” ethan snapped, instantly pulling your face into his chest. you planted your hands there against him, feeling every hastened breath and rapid thundering of his heart. the palm of his large hand closed over your eyes and you gasped at the sincerity in his tone, stumbling blindly as he led you back downstairs blindfolded. 

the dots were starting to connect and you felt yourself begin to sober up as an anxious, dreadful feeling began rising in your throat. “eth…”

courtney was dead—or hurt, at least. and you were the one who encouraged her attacker to stab her in the heart. you were the one who refused to listen when she begged you to get help. you were the one who licked her blood clean off of his fingers, looking him in the eye the entire time as if begging for him to let you do more. 

“ethan…” you tried again when he ignored you. “i think I’m gonna puke.”

“no, no, no— shit. you’re fine, (y/n). you’re okay.”

if eth said you were okay, you were going to be okay. simple as that. 

you felt numb—completely brainless—as he shoved his jacket over your bare shoulders (his jacket, because when you left the zeta house earlier that evening, you proudly proclaimed to him that a hoe never gets cold and that you wouldn’t need one). his hand found the small of your back and he rubbed comforting circles into your skin. 

the taste of copper was like acid on your tongue. you could only stare ahead as two police cruisers rolled up onto the lawn outside of pike house—the lawn which was now littered with red solo cups and the odd strands of toilet paper that also hung from the trees like thin ghosts. 

ethan squeezed your hand and you looked up, eyes blank and bleary. he shot you a quick, pitying smile, like the way someone would look at a cat with a jar stuck on its head. it was cute, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for it. “we’ll take that shortcut you like,” he said, thinking out loud as he led you toward the sidewalk away from the police. “the one that takes us by 7/11.”

with your back toward the house, you didn’t see the forensics team barrel inside through the front door. you had no way of knowing that at that very second, there was a group of officers closing off the room that you had stumbled into earlier that evening or that they were swabbing the carpet, the door, and every surface in between for dna. 

“mhm,” you hummed absently, almost completely spaced as you relied on ethan to guide you down the bustling new york city street. he supported your weight happily, knowing that when you woke up for class the next morning, it would be devastatingly easy to convince you that most of what took place tonight was a product of your vivid imagination. 

you would have no idea that after hours of labwork, they would find zero evidence that you had wandered upstairs at all or that ethan—your sweet baby ethan—had erased all traces of you from pike house, down to the big gulp you threw away in the upstairs bathroom.

he couldn’t have you blamed for his crimes. are you kidding? that would have defeated the whole purpose of putting courtney fucking carter at the top of his hit list. he wanted you to watch him play his sick little games without ever getting your hands dirty. 

what else were friends for, really?

[anonymousmink]

Trick or treat!

Loki wants you to know that ALL of his treats are full-size this Halloween, he just hopes you’re not allergic to nuts…

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost! 💜

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Boo

steddie, omegaverse, kink negotiation, cw: panic attack, mdni🔞

Eddie shakes his head as he walks into the bedroom to find Steve sitting at the foot, bare legs crossed demurely at the ankle, and wearing a sheet with two holes cut out for the eyes. “Stevie, what are you doing?”

“You said you always wanted to fuck a ghost,” Steve answers with a shrug.

“Yeah, like, in a sexy, Patrick Swayze as ‘Unchained Melody’ plays kinda way!”

“Sam isn’t a ghost in that scene. There’s no ghost sex in Ghost.”

“Doesn’t matter. I can fuck you with your head covered any day, and I wouldn’t even want to because I like looking at your pretty face when we fuck.” Eddie pouts as he says it, reaching slowly to tug the sheet off of Steve.

Underneath, his face is powered white, eyes smoky and dark to make them look sunken into the sockets. And he’s wearing red panties that connect to a red choker at his neck. It looks like blood, makes Eddie flash to his nightmares of losing Steve, and he freezes, his breath coming in harsh, shallow gasps.

Steve picks up on the change in his scent immediately. He hurries to his feet, getting his arms around his mate. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. Robin said the makeup would sell it, you know? Committing to the bit. But I’m sorry, it’s too much.”

Eddie nuzzles against Steve’s neck, relieved to feel his pulse, steady and strong. “I don’t like thinking about you dying,” Eddie mumbles, working to take slow, even breaths. “I’ve already decided I’m going first.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you get to bury me, Steve, because there’s no way I’m living without you.”

“Guess we’ll just have to die together, since I don’t wanna live without you either. And then…” Steve pulls back just enough to cup Eddie’s cheek and force him to look up snd meet his eyes. “We can stay together, have lots of ghost sex.”

“Just a couple of very in love ghosts, having sex,” Eddie agrees.

Steve guides Eddie back to scent at his neck, holding him as they both calm down. Then he stoops to pick up the sheet, snickering as he drapes it over his alpha. “So, Ghost Eddie? You ready to fuck me?”

Even under the sheet, Steve can tell he’s smirking.

Eddie pounces.

Ghost sex ends up being pretty fucking spectacular.

[thefallennightmare]

Thirsty Thursdays

All of these will deal with smut based thoughts. Please read at your own risk and if you are not 18+, do not interact with my stories. Some of the links will take you to the external webpage of my blog, I don't know why 😂

Face Riding in the ski mask

Quarantine Noah

Proposal Smut

Threesome with Matt

BDE

Long-haired Noah showing you his strength

Pearl Necklace

Threesome with Mira(CJ comics)-Part One

Threesome with Mira(CJ comics)-Part Two

Engaged to someone else

Train ride(w/ BO guys and Matt)

Halloween Party

Sub!Noah

Working out with Noah

Get back together sex

Kisses with Noah

Deep throating

Bunk Sex

Sex all over

Taking your virginity

Sparring partners

Hot Tub

Demon Mask

"Turn off you brain"

Thigh Riding

First time eating out

Eiffel Tower

Spit Kink

Car Sex

Drumming

Booktok

Sweet Lover

Tasty Oranges

Hate Sex

[dawnrider]

Happy Halloween, Ghosts and Ghouls! For #Thirsty Thursday I've got a snippet for the number redacted chapter of From Beginning to End. A little Thirsty Kagome™️ for you. 😈

As always, feel free to send in questions, comments, concerns... recipes. Trick or treats!

“Kagome…”

“You like when I touch you. I can sense it.”

“Of course I do,” he panted. “But I feel like I could go into rut any second. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. The supp…” She kissed him again, muffling the word before he could say it. “Dammit, Kagome. You don’t get it! An alpha’s rut is bad enough. But I’m hanyou too, I could completely lose control.”

Kagome hummed along as though she were agreeing with what he was telling her, all while popping the buttons of his dress shirt loose. Her fingers found his bare skin, the muscles tightening at her touch. Having someone so strong at her mercy was kind of… thrilling.

She marveled at the light tattoo across his right shoulder, creeping up his neck just enough to not be revealed with a collared shirt. Tracing her fingers across the vines and delicate looking flowers, she relished the way Inuyasha shivered under her touch, the way he stared up at her in awe. It was such a fragile looking thing on a man of his size and strength.

Lower, on the ribs, she was met with a similar design, but the flowers were larger and a bit more intricate. The leaves and vines reminded her of old pictures in botanical books, almost like the leaves had been pressed directly into his skin. Someone is a very skilled tattoo artist, she mused, grinning when he sucked in a gasp at her fingers tracing over his ribs and toward his belly.

Kagome shifted her weight backward so she could work on his pants, and he whimpered as her hips moved over his. “Hah… You need to… Ungh.” Incoherent, she wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it was pretty clear that he was enjoying the warmth and pressure.

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane

I’ve spent WAAAAYYYY too long thinking about this, so I figured I’d share.

A modern day AC AU where Desmond is a bartender at a high end strip club. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhaké:ton are, of course, dancers. Altair starts out as his arrogant AC1 self, he has a nice body and knows it. Ezio is, of course, flirty and loves the attention dancing gets him. He doesn’t actually need the money seeing as his family is filthy rich. Meanwhile Ratonhnhaké:ton is dancing ONLY for the money. He’s quiet but perceptive, typically steering clear of Altair as he can be quite snooty, and Ezio because his flagrant flirting makes Ratonhnhaké:ton uncomfortable.

Desmond, while an experienced bartender, is new to the establishment. And within a month of his employment all three dancers come to the same conclusion.

They need to get Desmond to agree to a date.

Now I’m thinking this evolves into a harem situation, where at first all three want to date Desmond, then are trying to out compete each other for Desmond’s affections, and in the end all 4 of them are dating each other.

Also I was thinking of a schedule for the club, lol. It’d be a mixed club, so men and woman dancers, servers, bartenders, and clientele. Mondays are men only nights, so only men are working the club and only men are allowed in. A sort of ‘gay’ night, if you will. Likewise, Wednesdays are woman only, or 'lesbian’ night. Fridays are themed, which is posted the Monday before on their website. The theme can be anything, and while clientele are encouraged to also dress in the theme, it’s not mandatory, but the workers of the club have to dress as the theme. Some examples would be like holidays, Halloween, Christmas, valentines, st Patrick’s day, etc. And then Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are mixed crowds with the dancers allowed to do their own routines.

And I’m going to stop there, because I’ve already put too much thought into a fiction idea I probably won’t ever write due to time constraints lol.

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Addition from teecup:

I kinda like the idea that Desmond’s old bartending job is actually Bad Weather and he had to find a new one because Bad Weather got into… well… let’s just say it’s under investigation by the cops at the moment. The detective on the case was like “Don’t skip town for now, kid. Sure, you’re clean but it’ll look bad if you just leave while we’re investigating and shit” and Desmond got a job in the high end strip club because he has no other option. (And the pay was better than all the other options he had)

The owner looked super young to be the owner of a strip club but Desmond isn’t going to ask any questions at all and just goes to work in the high end strip club called “Thousand Eyes”.

And, ohohoho, he has been a bartender for a long time now so he knows when someone is attracted to him. All three of the best dancers being attracted to him?

Desmond didn’t like playing the field or even just leading someone on but her co-bartender Layla (a college student working there to pay for college) was like “No, no, this is pure entertainment gold, man. As long as you’re upfront about the whole ‘yeah, you three are thirsty for my dick’ (Layla!), you’ll be fine.” and well… Desmond didn’t really had any say about the matter in the end because Ezio goaded Altaïr and that turned into a competition between them which Ratonhnhaké:ton gets roped into. Desmond actually felt bad for Ratonhnhaké:ton until he realized that Ratonhnhaké:ton was just as competitive as the two and, really, having the attention of three hot men were too much for Desmond. He was only human and Layla was the devil on his shoulder pushing him to the dark side and yeah…

Desmond decided to milk it.

It backfired and he fell in love with all three of them instead.

Fuck.

Unorganized Notes:

Shaun is the accountant of the strip club. He comes every few weeks and always leaves slightly buzzed after hearing the latest ‘competition’ for Desmond’s hand. (Desmond is sure Shaun is living vicariously thru him… but he’s not going to say that out loud)

Layla is the main bartender for the woman only days and she’s an engineering student. She has a girlfriend named Deanna who likes to come to the club and watch her girlfriend get flirted with by other people. Desmond likes to joke it’s a voyeur thing, Layla keeps telling him that he’s not using the right word.

Clay is also a bartender and is in charge of the website and social media accounts of the strip club. On the side, he has a discord server where he talks about the shenanigans the three go to just to catch Desmond’s attention and people in his discord (which pretty much includes the regulars and some of the employees except the three idiots and the object of their affection) love it. He’s the sole reason why the strip club has an online shipping war going on and he’s milking it because of the whole ‘support your bias by coming to the club!’ posts.

Desmond has no idea who makes the ‘menu’ for private dances but he thinks they are either a genius who wishes to remain anonymous or they’re hiding their identity because they know they’re gonna get killed because some of the menu names are ‘Brotherly Love’ for requesting Malik and Kadar at the same time, ‘Trust Fund Babes’ for requesting Arno and Ezio together, and, Desmond’s favorite that he will never say out loud, ‘Repressed Catholic Special (10% off if you show your rosary)’ that is actually just Altaïr but he gets to order the customer around for the entire time.

Lots of customers want Evie to step on them (of all genders).

I feel like Jacob’s gonna have the most elaborate Magic Mike numbers for some reason.

Shao Jun has the most acrobatic set pieces and hers usually get a lot of applause because she’s a really great dancer.

Ezio’s family knows he’s a stripper and they just… let him do whatever he wants. The one time Claudia shows up in the club, Ezio actually messes his dance because “Jesus Fuck, that’s my sister!” and Claudia is like “Noooo, eeewwww, that’s my brother!”. She would sometimes show up when she knows Ezio won’t be dancing. To be sure, she always texts Ezio: “any chance I’ll see your ugly ass tonight?” and Ezio would always text back “Claudia! Stop texting me like this! People will get the wrong idea!” then text a few seconds later “No. Have fun. Make sure to tip well.”

Nikolai is the main bouncer. Cross is also a bouncer but he can get a bit too violent at times so he’s only allowed to work if Nikolai, his uncle, works with him.

Arbaaz is the father of Jayadeep who is also a stripper in the club. Arbaaz does not know about his son’s ‘part-time job’.

You know in some cabaret clubs, they actually have a wall of “top ‘employees’ of the month” and it’s ranking the top 10 for that month and I kinda think Reda would do the same because he knows many of his employees are competitive idiots.

The usual top one is Bayek, hands down. He goes to stage, people start throwing money.

… Is it too much if the ‘menu’ name for Alexios and Kassandra is ‘I Would Like One Bisexual Awakening’?

Eivor’s the only stripper that dances for both women only and men only days.

The Borgias are regulars. They tip well but they’re very handsy. They all favor Ezio.

… It would be funny if Abbas was in the corner, shades on, with a cap and being totally weird and out of place. Desmond sees him the first time and asks Clay if they should be worried about that dude in the corner. Clay goes “Naaahh, he’s harmless. I mean, he’s a weirdo that gets off getting ignored by Altaïr during his stage time but… harmless.”

You know what, all Templars are regulars and they favor the Assassin that killed them in canon (oh god, should… should we include Vidic thirsting over Desmond???)

Sidenote: I feel you. With the upcoming August megaposting this year, I’m scrambling just to prepare for the fics I wanna write for that month and there’s soooo many good ideas I have and ones I get from you guys XD Anyway, this is the best we can offer each other and to anyone who reads and enjoy this. :)

[drama-trauma]

The dragon's demise

Author's note: As promised, here is the dragon fic. I'm not very satisfied with it but it'll have to do for now.I'm busy with some IRL events right now but as soon as I'm done, I plan to write something more dark themed and the other ideas from the Halloween poll. Have a nice read everyone!

Warnings:Eating out,fingering,double penetration,double dicked dragon, over stimulation

Stumbling upon a rock, falling down a cliff into the flowing waters and barely managing to make it to land was not on your to-do list as an adventurer. But it's not like you didn't know of the dangers when you chose to be an adventurer. Roaming in the forest, getting nearly bitten by wild animals, climbing mountains, getting a broken leg or two were your everyday events. The life of curiosity was what called you to the world of adventures.......which was partially a lie. You also liked the large amount of money you got collecting rare materials that no one else was willing to search for by themselves.

When your morning coffee got spilled over yourself - you knew today was going to be good. Call it adventurer instincts if you must.When you stumbled over a rock- which was actually just a pebble - you felt stupid. But that feeling vanished as soon as it came with the ground below you crumbling. That's what led you to falling into the river - which looked nice but unhygienic with deer drinking the water and other animals washing themselves. You managed to make it to the land despite never knowing how to swim but who were you to complain when lady luck was on your side?

The skies were getting dark and the birds were heading back to their nests. You find refuge in a cave near the beautiful waterfall. Expecting rocks,dust and debris but only to be met by shining, glimmering, sparkling gold. Lots of gold. You liked money. That was no surprise to anyone who knew you. And with this much gold in sight who wouldn't be interested in snatching a piece for themselves? And that's exactly what you did. Well tried to do. Before your hands felt like they were shocked out of nowhere.

“Who dares to touch my belongings?”an elegant, sophisticated yet decievingly gentle voice tinted with a hint of annoyance speaks up. You look at the source of the voice.

On Mondays, you ran into panthers. On Tuesdays, it were monkeys. On Wednesdays, it were crocodiles. On Thursdays, hyenas. But never on a Friday have you ever met a goddamn dragon!? Lying on top of a pile of gold in a faraway corner was a man with beauty that could best the Gods. His azure eyes were prettier than any river you've seen. Like a thirsty traveller deserted in a vast barren land finding an oasis after losing all hope, those azure eyes swelled your heart with a thirst.His eyes made you ache yet brought relief. You wished to drown in those azure eyes like a mad man.His hair was as white as snow. He seemed young yet as old as time. You would've mistaken him for a God, if it wasn't for the pair of long horns that rested on top of his head. He looked human yet monstrous. A beauty you couldn't describe. A beauty only you could feel.

Captivated by his beauty, you had completely ignored his question.Your trance was broken by another question “who are you?”. Realising your mistake you immediately respond “ I'm (Name), a mere adventurer. I happened to have lost my way and the sun is about to set.O mighty dragon! Would you be kind enough to let this humble traveller rest here for the night?”. After a minute of contemplation, he speaks up“ Only for tonight. Since a storm is approaching ” “There didn't seem to be any sign of a-” you start speaking again only to be cut off by the sudden lightning strike.“...” “...” “ You will catch a cold in those drenched clothes”- he speaks while eyeing your wet clothes from drowning earlier. “I don't have any other clothes on me” “ aren't you adventurers supposed to carry them with you?” “I wasn't planning to camp for the night. I was supposed to return to an inn in the village nearby”“oh. I see”.

Silence permeates the air once more.You take a seat by a corner only to be pulled in by some invisible force towards the dragon. He starts a fire near you . And you could only watch his magic in awe.“strip”“what?”“you will get sick and die if you stay in those clothes any longer” “but i don't -” “strip” his voice had more of a growl to it this time. Deciding to not test his patience, you immediately strip down and take your place by the fire.

“I hope you'll find a way to repay my benevolence by tomorrow ”. How could you forget? Dragons only cared about treasures not humans. Feeling slightly annoyed , a wave of courage washes over you as you stand up and walk towards his resting place. “ Why are you-” you cut off the dragon by sealing his lips with a kiss.The dragon does nothing but look shocked. Never in all those centuries that he lived through was there ever a mortal as daring as this.“How is that for repayment?” “That hardly amounts to anything”. You feel the confidence from before leaving your body when all of a sudden he pulls you to his lap. “You could surely repay me with more than that” he says as he pulls you in for a kiss.One devoid of anything but lust. One devoid of anything but desire. One devoid of humanity.

As he starts grinding on you, you feel it. The one thing that'll obliterate your hole. Or two things to be precise. He removes his clothes revealing a truly splendid body - one befitting a dragon- from the muscles that showed at the slightest of movement to the perky nipples and his body covered in blue scales here and there.A truly mesmerizing dragon.

After he finished getting naked, you're left to face not one dick but two. Both massive in size. The tips are coated with a blue tint and there are scales by the end. It appears to be pointed but flattens out right at the end.Pretty dicks for a pretty man.

Now you were left with the question of how to make those fit inside your hole. But you weren't given much time to ponder on it as he shuffled downwards.Within seconds, he spreads your legs and enters his long slitted tongue inside your hole. “ngh~ haa~ wai-” embarrassingly you cum within mere seconds. But you weren't left to drown in shame for long because he soon pulls out his tongue and replaces it with his fingers. His fingers were long and slender but rough. Yet the way he treated you was gentle, constantly reminding himself that you were a human and you were bound to break if he doesn't prepare you well to take his members.

Just as you were about to cum as he curled his fingers, hitting that special spot inside you, he pulls out. Leaving your hole gaping and begging to be filled .Yet the emptyness didn't last for long. He placed the tip of one of his dicks by your hole and with a swift thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside your hole.

With relentless thrusts, you melted in his arms.Rutting against you like the beast he was,he made you cum over and over again. Just as you were about to close your eyes overwhelmed by tiredness, you felt the tip of his other dick by your hole.Gently he pushed it inside inch by inch. For a monster, he sure knew how to act human.

After waiting for you to adjust, he began thrusting again.Full, content and filled to the brim - there was no room for any thinking.You had cum over and over again but he had not came even once. Dragons sure liked to take their time.

After what seemed to be hours, you could finally feel him twitching inside you.He grunted in pleasure, preparing to fill you up with his eggs. But what's going on? Why's he feeling so exhausted all of a sudden? He looks at you drowsily, feeling betrayed at the cruel smirk your lips were pulled onto. Did you do this? He shouldn't have trusted you. Those were his last thoughts before falling limp on top of you.

Geez. He sure was heavy.You slowly pulled yourself off of him.Dragons were sensitive creatures. Even the lightest bit of magic was enough to trigger them. With their sensitive noses and sharp claws, it was incredibly difficult to capture them. You don't know how but a drug had been developed that could go undetected even by dragons. The one lying at your feet was the proof of it.

Nobles were supreme. Nobles were rich. When one such aristocrat asked you to get him a dragon in pieces and shoved a handful of money in your arms, you readily agreed.She even got you these drugs herself. Your plan was simple. Cover yourself in those drugs. Somehow make it to the dragon's cave and get him to come in contact with you.All dragons underestimated the other species, believing themselves to be the superior race.You merely took advantage of that fact.

But all went haywire when you tripped and fell. For a second, you lost hope. What if you never made it back? What if this is end of your journey? Will you be punished for not getting the job done? But once again luck was on your side. You came across the very cave that you were trying to find. Dragons were lonely creatures. Isolated from all other species for centuries. They were always the predator. But now time's changed.

Originally, you weren't planning on fucking with him. Just a kiss and he should fall. But that didn't go as planned. You realised that it would take more than that to weaken him. That's what led to sleeping together. Dragons were much more vulnerable during mating.Giving him a death while in euphoria was the best thing you could do for him.

You took out the dagger from your backpack. Sharpening it on a nearby rock to carve his horns out. The noble had asked you for horns and skin. Afterall, dragonskin made good shoes and the horns were a nice decoration in any manor. Normally, you took out the extras and sold them for a big penny. But something about his eyes captivated you more than the money.

Blue was never your favourite colour. Being an adventurer for so long, you had grown used to the vast blue expanse of the skies and the blue flowing lakes. Blue had become something dull for you. But something about his eyes made you love blue. It made you thankful for the skies and lakes. It filled you with glee.It filled you with love.It filled you with freedom.

You gently caressed his face for the first and last time. Raising your dagger and preparing for slaughter.The cave echoed with a squelching sound. The inside of the cave was covered in red. And a bright blue gemstone stood out among all the gold. You liked money. You were greedy.And you knew it would lead to your downfall one day but you didn't care. You never did .Blinded by your greed, you failed to notice another pair of azure eyes watching you.The greedy always faced a tragic end afterall.

[mattscoquette]

I’m such jealous girlfriend and I hate it. Last night I went to the bar with my boyfriend and two friends . They do this thing called thirsty Thursdays and since Halloween is coming up the last two Thursdays of the month if you went in costume you got half off on selected drinks. Anyway my friend had to go to the bathroom and you know us girls we all go together so all 3 of us went to the bathroom. When I walk out I see a girl all up on my boyfriend he wasn’t feeding into it but she was touching his arm and trying to get at him. Like yall my man is cute he’s like the typical white guy he has dark hair blue eyes and his hair cut rn is more like Chris if that makes sense it’s long and sticks out of a hat has tattoos like my dream man for real. That bitch was all up on him it made me pissed off like when I got there my boyfriend put his arm around me but the girl was still at it she didn’t get the hint of like um hello leave !? Why am I like this 😭😭😭

no i’d be the sameeeee way 😭😭