#But I saw this adorable toddler ghost costume and thought it would be funny to put him in it

[reneethegreatandpowerful]

I don’t know if you’re gonna make a doodle of this but : Dorothea X Hubert during Halloween

I don't technically have doodle requests open but I liked this prompt so much that I had to do it.

Thanks for the request! <3

[chrysolina]

𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 '𝕟𝕠'

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟞 - 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/N - AYEEE here he is!! My personal fave being, well - the best!! Enjoy ghouls!!

Trope/inspo - Spending a holiday with the family (bcos I’m such a sucker for daddy! Chris E )

Warnings - SMUT (18+ READERS ONLY), stress, body changes/acceptance, Chris being a fool, floof, eh nothing else really 

Autumn, that time of year was upon you again. It was unarguably your favourite season of them all, the cool air on sunny autumn days, crunchy leaves, wonderful coffee, sweaters that’d swallow you whole and kisses that leave a cold ghost of its passing on your skin - just a handful of the many things you adored about the rust-tinted season.

That being said, you tend to find that you were also a bit happier in the fall months. Be it September, October or November - you always had this irreplaceable smile on your face that’s only grow when with the right people. It was a continuous annual trend in your behaviour, the kind of trend that’d only be noticed by your husband Chris.

But this autumn, things were turning out to be a little different than the last.

October was supposed to be the month spent playing and enjoying the company of your two angelic children. October was supposed to be the month where traditions would come alight and make everything seem warm and fuzzy with anticipation. But this October was turning it to be something quite the opposite.

Just that July gone, you had given birth to your third child, your little baby boy Luca. At first, Lucas was an angel; slept like a log, fed during the day and not so much during the night, didn’t repeatedly puke up or poo on himself like your first son Alex did and was always greeting you with sweet, gummy smiles - at most times when you were getting your breast out.

He really was an angel, until he got his booster jabs done near the end September and seemed to be catching every known virus possible.

Not only did you have a sick three month old baby, two very attention-seeking toddlers who wanted to be by you twenty-four seven, a husband who was in and out doing scenes across the country, a house, a career, friends and family to keep up with - you were also suffering with a seasonal cold and a clogged breast.

In all honesty, things couldn’t have been worse.

Without even putting your mind to it, you knew that since there were too many variables asking for your sparse attention, you’d have to cut back on some more pleasurable things in an attempt to juggle everything you had going.

Friends wanting to meet up for a coffee in town? Sorry ladies, the answer would have to be no. Your PA asking about possible magazine photo-shoot she’d like you and your family to shoot? Not today Julia. Going on a daily walk to help burn off the baby fat you put on? Nope, can’t happen today Y/N.

You get the picture.

In this flurry of people spitting stuff for you to do left, right and centre and a baby stuck to your breast nearly all day, you also failed to notice the happiness and joys that came with Autumn - Chris picking up on this almost immediately when he mentioned how beautiful the red, yellow and orange trees in the garden looked.

He expected you to go into your little happy rant over the beauty of them but instead, you replied bluntly “They’re ok I suppose.”

With all that that was going on around you, Chris couldn’t help but feel absolutely useless. You were doing, literally, everything. From helping out with the kids to sorting out laundry, dinner and Luca - you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

You were absolutely nothing like your usual chipper, loving self with Chris or the kids, you were a void doing stuff by demand.

And Chris knew he needed to do something about it - fast.

As if by sheer luck, an opportunity too good to miss arose from the depths of nowhere. It was only a matter of days until Halloween was upon the Evans family and with that said, Lisa decided to host a Halloween party for friends and family - a get together come meal everyone could enjoy, even the kids who could go trick or treating if they wished.

Chris knew that you’d most probably turn down the invite and send him with the kids and he knew that you’d most probably spend the night either asleep with Luca or weeping in the shower over what your life had become, his heart breaking at the memory of hearing your weeping as he passed the bathroom one evening.

So with sneaky yet good intentions, Chris told his parents and Scott - who’d take the kids for the night - the plan he wanted to put into action to help revitalise the love of his life and asked them to help him with it and to keep it on the hush, to play everything as if it would go the way Chris had predicted.

And they did exactly that.

Chris was pleasantly smug when he saw you dress up all the kids in their little costumes he’d chosen out for themselves. Aiela was in a beautiful frilly witch costume equipped with a broom, point hat and potion bucket for her sweets, Alex was dressed as a mummy and Luca was dressed in a pumpkin costume, topped with a puffy pumpkin hat for safe measures.

Yes, this was going just how Chris had planned.

Right up until you decided to go and get changed.

“Shit,” Chris whispered to himself and immediately dialled up Scott who answered on the first ring. “Hey Chris, what’s up?” Scott’s chipper tone made Chris wince and pinch his brows in annoyance.

“Change of plan, can you come and collect the kids now?“ Chris looked to the clock that hung on one of he kitchen walls and then back out to the living room. Good, you still hadn’t come down yet.

Much to Chris’ confusion, he could hear Scott beginning to laugh quite smugly through the phone, making Chris wonder as to what he found so funny. “Just take a look outside.” Scott all but replied to his brother’s question and watched from his car as Chris scowled at him from the porch steps.

“Ha ha very funny.” Chris made a point to flip the bird to his brother and then quickly ran inside to get the kids and sleepy Luca and his diaper bag ready to leave. To say Aiela and Alex were excited to be going off early to the party was a little bit of in understatement, just by buckling themselves in to the car alone had them fizzing in their spots.

“Be good for Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Scotty, alright?” Chris have his best serious face and tone as he kissed the three heads of his little cherubs, a chorus of yeses and frantic nodding heads coming from Aiela and Alex.

And with that Scott sped off in the direction of his parents house meaning that the real fun had only just begun in the Evans house for that night.

“Chris?” You called out as you padded quietly down the stairs, your fears starting to build once you took a swift look around the living room and only found it empty, the sound of cartoons playing low in the background.

You took the time to look in the kitchen and the laundry room, the bathroom and the pantry - and not to forget the backyard as well but to your utter confusion and slight trepidation, the kids were no where to be seen.

As if by god’s calling, you heard the metallic jangle of the lock on the front door open and shut and the sound of Chris’ flicking his shoes off and his feet padding towards the living room, the smile on his face soon falling once he saw what you were dressed in.

Your costume was nothing like that of what you’d wear as a twenty-something year old but it certainly demanded attention that only gawking eyes could give you. You were dressed in simple yet incredibly figure hugging all black t-shirt and leggings with brilliant white skull bones plastered in the appropriate places.

Oh, and the cute black and white striped fluffy socks you wore were just to die for too.

Chris couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it - he just didn’t want to. To think that for all that time, all that time of not being able to see what was hiding under those baggy jumpers you wore, they were all leading up to this.

In his mind, even back when you put the idea forward Chris spat at the thought you’d need to lose some weight - and thank god he dismissed them back then. Your figure was to die for, literally; even after three kids your waist rivalled the likes of Beyoncé’s, your grown breasts could make any man water and the mere sight of them accompanied by your hips and ass - god did the ‘extra padding’ of baby weight do some wonders on you.

Not even snapping you fingers in-front of Chris was doing any good, he was in a total trance that made him lost to the world - the only signal of life being the way his eyes clouded over as they kept trained on your rigid figure, a look foreign to your mind taking residence on his growing smug face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Chris cooed whilst winding an arm around your waist, sliding you towards his muscular form. “I forgot to tell you, I sent the kids away to my parents for the night.” Your breath caught at the thought that you hadn’t prepped the kids for an overnight stay.

“Bu-but I didn’t pick them any pj’s or anything or enough milk for Luca..”You tried to push away from Chris’ hold in an attempt to do something with your nerves but found it useless when Chris’ grip grew stronger around your body and had you pressed against him again.

“That’s why I did babe,” Chris smiled down at you with that cheeky smile you’d grown to ignore these past months.

Your breath caught in your throat again, for all the right reasons. “Wh-what?” You laughed in an airy tone.

“Yeah, while you went to Luca’s checkup last Thursday I took the opportunity to sort out a bag for Aiela, Alex and Luca,” Your mouth hung open like a broken door as you listened to Chris’ master plan unfold before you.

“And I dropped it ‘round mom and dad’s - all so I could spend tonight, with you.” And there it was again, that all too well known glint flashed in those irresistible blue eyes and made your stomach churn both ways - you couldn’t have sex yet! You looked like a hag under those baggy jumpers you used to shield your flaws with.

But Chris was having none of it.

You tried to slide away, you tried to hide the evident blush that adorned your cheeks - only one of which was proven slightly successful. With a steady hand you ducked away from Chris’ nearing head and felt him take purchase on your neck - the one place he didn’t want to be, yet.

Just by your stiff yet hiding for, Chris could tell you were having some serious doubts about something and he just knew it had something to do with your body.  

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Chris lightly pecked a kiss or two at the sensitive apex of your neck and felt you squirm into his buff chest like an uncomfortable child. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on.” Ah yes, pleading would most certainly help the situation at hand - not.

“N-no, I can’t..” You stumbled over your words like hazardous rocks on a pathway, fumbling after every snagged step.

“Can’t what sweetheart?” Chris edged you on a little further in a warm, soft tone and a supportive hand finding residence on the lower part of your back, your body slowly relaxing once the familiar feeling of safety kicked in.

“I can’t have sex Chris..I-I’m too ugly..” Your voice dipped a decibel once the real reason of your insecurities slipped past your lips, the feeling Chris moving his head up to look at you brought back the sudden tension in your body.

As much as he tried to fathom it, Chris couldn’t actually believe what you had said - you? Ugly? He and the growing erection in his pants had to scoff at that claim unanimously.

“Y/N,” Chris sighed deeply and made you look up at him with weak eyes. “I think you know what I’m gonna say next so, hear me out;” You only stared at Chris expectantly as he took another deep breath in through his flaring nostrils.

”Give me ten minutes of your time and I will show you just how beautiful I really believe you are - is that a deal?” Whether it was the smirk on his face or the feeling of his erection nudging at your lower stomach, Chris gave you no other choice as to what to say.

“Deal.”    

• ————— •

And by god did he keep by his side of the deal.

Even though it was going on 8pm at night and the ‘ten minute’ oath had long been thrown out of the window, neither of you wanted to stop.

It was as if you two were hooked on the high of each other’s touch, the months spent preoccupied doing other things meant nothing to either one of you as Chris carried on eating you out like a starved man, your own orgasm hurtling with great speed towards you.

It all felt so foreign, from the way Chris’ tongue lapped up your flowing juices to the way he sucked on your clit like a pacifier, making euphoria seep through every crevice of your body - you couldn’t help but allow the happy tears to escape your eyes as you screamed out your second release of the night, the sound of your euphoria channelled down to Chris’ straining erection and made it throb in a longing agony.

“Mm so good to me baby-girl,” Chris hummed as he travelled back up your body and latched his soaked lips to yours, the taste of your salty sweet juices mingled in a toxic manner along the hairs of Chris’ beard and the dips and curves of Chris’ lips. The feeling of his straining erection standing tall along his navel reminding him to get to real stuff.

“You ready darlin’?” Chris smirked devilishly at you whilst pumping his tall, proud and thick shaft that oozed out pre-cum by the second, a sight you really wished you could capture on camera. You could only nod in desperation and whimper like a caged animal from your spot on the bed-sheet, the feeling of exhaustion leaving you as you watched Chris’ smirk grow.

“Then y’know the drill, turn over for me.” Without hesitation, you complied entirely and flipped yourself onto your stomach, pressing your ass upwards towards Chris - who could only groan in response, the belief that you felt you were ugly in any shape or from evaded Chris’ mind even now.

With the slick tip of his shaft pressed to your lips, you whimpered at the sudden feeling of Chris’ hand latching onto your swollen breasts and the heat radiating off his front as it lay on your back. “Since this is your night tonight, you call the shots - rough or slow baby?” Chris cooed into your ear and licked it, for extra measures.

As much as you loved Chris’ slow and intimate side, the greater part of you pleaded for something more - something better - than regular love-making. With a heavy moan, you bucked your ass up into Chris’ navel and scrunched the bedsheet into balls in your fists. “Fuck me up Chris - please, just fuck me so hard I won’t be able to lift a leg tomorrow.” And like that, Chris was inside of you.

Did you really just say that? Maybe Chris’ foggy mind was playing tricks on him, yes that’s what it was - but there again, you did say that. The dirtiest thing you’d said since way before the children were even little specs in the sky.

Hearing something like that, that confession of yours, it just made something go within him - not the way his hips ploughed into yours but something deeper. That’s when Chris realised it, you never changed - not even after the birth of three kids. You were still his and his alone.

And that only fuelled the raging list fire within Chris’ pit.

“Say it again-” Chris growled into your ear, his hips relentlessly throwing themselves into yours. “Talk dirty to me Y/N - God, just..fuckin’ say it again baby.” Chris groaned again, throwing his head back at the feeling of your sinful walls fluttering around his shaft.

With a pornographic moan, you bent your head down and thought up some of the worst/best lines you had to offer. “Mmm Chris don’t stop please!” You begged out in euphoria. “Prove to me just how much you love me baby! Give me everything!” You pleaded again and felt the hot sting of a slap ghosting over your ass cheek, your cries growing louder at the sensation of another smack landing on your ass.

“That’s it baby, take my fucking cock and all my cum like the fucking star you are, go on.” Chris yelled a hiss out whislt stepping up the pace of his thrusts, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass at a steadily increasing pace and then he did it. He hit it.

He was hitting your g-spot like a madman. And you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

Lifting your head up, you yelled out in what sounded like pure euphoria and clung to the bedsheet schruched in your hands like they were the strings to life and if you let go, you’d lose yourself completely. Just by the dip of your back and change in positioning, Chris couldn’t help but also throw his head back in bliss as the climatic feeling of his orgasm neared him like freight train at full speed.

“Fuck I’m so clo—close babe,” Chris grunted and squeaked into the apex of your neck and began sucking a large wet bruise on your flawless skin, one of his hands finding their way down to your clit and began to rub it furiously - the euphoric feeling of it alone made you howl out and your walls flutter and clench.

But Chris didn’t stop at the feeling of your walls becoming vices around his length, instead he ploughed into even harder than before with one thing on his mind - turning you into a quivering, cumming mess.

“Chris—I’m gonna—“Chris heard you heaved in desperation underneath him, remnants of euphoric tears on the sheets below but Chris couldn’t care. No, he knew you were just a whiskers inch away from giving him your third - and perhaps best orgasm of the night and like hell he wouldn’t be selfish and milk it for all it’s worth.

Between the frantic rubbing and rolling of your clit between Chris’ cool fingers, the harsh wet bruises and kisses he was leaving along your bare shoulders and the pure feeling of your skin against his - you were lost. And just like that - you snapped and came.

A loud, elicit moan far too similar to that of a pornstar Chris would grind off to as a horny teen escaped your red, flushed lips and had his breath caught in his throat, ropes of cum spraying from his length into you as your walls seized him in place.

With a grunt and a moan of content release, Chris let himself drape over your smaller yet slicked form and held you to him, the feeling of his heartbeat beating through your ribs and through to yours - you really could stay in this post coital bliss forever.

“Fuck I love you Y/N.” Chris moaned tiresomely into your hair and ran a hand up the globe of your slicked bright red ass, one of his favourite sights by far. “Was I too rough?” Chris began to worry once he saw the remnants of tears on the sheets below the two of you and turned his face to have a look at you, the smile on your swollen lips told him different.

“No,” you sighed with a tired smile. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect - thank you.” Even though the context of your thanks weren’t specified, you had an awful lot to thank Chris over this week alone. But just by the imminent thought of sleep, this would just have to suffice.

“No baby,” Chris objected as he laid you two down on your sides, your bodies irremovable due to the sweat climbing to each other. “You’re the one that deserves a thank you out of either one of us.” You couldn’t help but smile at the cheesiness that oozed off your sleepy husband.

“And hey Y/N?” Chris smiled down knowingly at you, a glint of mischief still lingering in his beautiful blue eyes. You only hummed in question and refused to meet the glint in his eyes “No more no’s, okay? When you need help, tell me and I’ll be there - no questions asked.” You could only smile tearily at your husbands confession.

“No more no’s - got it.” You smiled and fell into a deep, well needed slumber, eager for the next day to follow.

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[avengeultrons]

Title: Haunted Prank(Reader x Avengers) Summary: The Avengers head to a haunted house that leaves the reader filled with inspiration for a Ghostface prank. Word Count: 1472

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Happy last day of Oct and happy last Spooky imagine! Stay safe tonight and have fun!

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“I really don’t want to be here. Come on, we can just go back and have dinner and watch a movie or something!” Steve was dragging his feet, bringing up the rear of the group as you stepped forward in line. Your group was up next.

Tony laughed, “Oh come on, Rogers! We do that every weekend. There’s nothing wrong with a good old fashioned scare,” it was your turn to enter the haunted house, a Scream inspired maze where you would be chased by the Ghostface himself. You were a bit nervous going in yourself; you were never a fan of haunted houses as a kid.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Pietro’s whisper shout was loud in your ear, he was practically on top of you as you walked on. You’d made it to the party killing scene of the first movie, and there was blood and gore everywhere. There had to be a serial killer dressed as a weird ghost somewhere.

You screamed loudly as the lights flashed overhead and smoke billowed out of a fog machine at your feet. The knife wielding Ghostface himself had jumped in the middle of your group, right in front of you and Pietro. Though Pietro was your best friend’s annoyingly nosy and adorable, older-by-twelve-minutes brother was proactive and protective on missions and in disaster situations, he wasn’t in haunted houses. He took your hand and squeezed it tight, so tight that you thought your bones would snap.

The haunted house ended up being a lot of him. In fact, you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly the whole thing was. It was especially funny when you turned to see your teammates screeching and squealing at different jump scares.

It was late after your night out before you made it back to the tower. All of you were exhausted and starving and decked out in spooky Halloween gear. You made a Beeline for leftover pizza in the fridge while everyone dispersed, “Well, that was fun,” Wanda said with an airy smile before reaching over you to grab a slice of pizza, “I’m exhausted,” she said with a final yawn.

“Check it out,” you snickered as you pulled on the Ghostface mask you bought in the gaudy gift shop of the place. Wanda howled with laughter as you danced around the kitchen island, “Man, I wish I could pull a prank on them.”

You ripped the mask off with a huff and tossed it onto the counter, just as Wanda’s face lit up with a bright idea. It was practically looming over her head like a literal light bulb, “Oh, you can,” she looked around quickly to make sure that nobody would be listening in on the plan-everyone was asleep or about to be-and smiled mischievously before instructing you to grab a pen and paper.

The first step of the five step “Scare the shit out of the Avengers” plan was to have everyone agree to go to another haunted house, which was a lot harder than one would think. You practically had to bribe them with candy like one would do with a misbehaving toddler. Nevertheless, you and Wanda managed to get the whole team out and excite them enough to lug them all onto a haunted hayride, which was a step up from your normal walk through house experience.

“I’ll be right back, don’t wait up for me!” you said, pretending to be sick as you hobbled away from the group. Step two was the easiest part; sneak away. You tiptoed into the bathroom and tossed your backpack onto the floor, ready to suit up for step three, which was to put on the Ghostface costume.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you strained them to listen for the sounds of the hay ride bustling away into the dusk. The night had become increasingly colder, so you were thankful for the extra layers.

Step four was to locate the hayride and plan your attack. Hopefully the team wouldn’t react by assembling and start a full fledged war with you. That just wouldn’t be fair. Besides, everyone needs a little scare every once in awhile. It’s even more fun to be the scarer.

You smiled from behind the mask as you saw the hay stacked trailer rolling down the hill. Even from far away, you could hear the delighted laughs and shrieks as people saw somewhat terrifying werewolves and zombies.

The headlights were blinding you as the truck neared and you crawled through the high grass to the back of the trailer. Wanda had swayed the driver with a fresh twenty dollar bill to stop so that you could jump on and scare your teammates. Your heart was beating rapidly as the truck stopped at the bottom of the hill and everyone on the hay bails yelled in distress, “What’s going on, why did we stop?” Tony, who was the most excited about your haunted hay ride, sounded distressed as they sat in silence. The only sounds you could hear were of people breathing and your own heart beating loudly in your chest.

Dressed as Ghostface, you climbed out from the high grass and under the hay. You could hardly see thanks to the sheer fabric covering your eyes and the dark, star studded sky of the night but you tried your best to jump up onto the trailer without tripping.

“Boo!” It was the only word you could think of, standing atop the hay as you yelled and flailed your arms. The black gown flew rapidly around you, billowing and twisting as your whole team screamed. It was like the haunted house all over again.

You smiled mischievously from under the mask, scanning the crowd sitting in hunched bundles. Of course both you and Wanda thought it was hilarious, Pietro not so much. His fight or flight instinct must be fight, because he raised his fist and punched you square in the nose, “Pietro, What the hell?” Wanda caught you before you toppled over and fell off of the back of the trailer. You were shocked at first, feeling stunned before the initial pain set in. It caused your eyes to immediately well up with tears and fireworks of light to shoot up across your vision as your nose pulsated and throbbed. For a second, you didn’t know what was going on. You stared at Wanda who was looking at you with concern as if you didn’t know who she was.

“Jesus,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you collapsed onto the bed of hay, crossing your legs underneath you.

Pietro pulled off your mask, “Y/N?” his mouth fell open while you waved a finger, the truck starting up once more, “I, oh God.”

“Dude, you punched her in the face,” Natasha couldn’t get over the fact that Pietro’s instinct was to punch the scary thing in front of him, and that scary thing happened to be you, “Are you alright Y/N? I think your nose is bleeding.”

You blinked rapidly and sniffled, touching the tender bridge of your nose with a wince, “I don’t think it’s broken, so that’s good.”

“Y/N, I’m...I am so sorry,” he saw next to you and turned you by your shoulder to get a good look at the damage, “I can’t believe...I’m so sorry.”

You smiled weakly, pushing your hair out of your face, “Well, I was trying to scare all of you. It’s not like you knew it was me,” you swiped at your nose and saw your hand come away with blood, “At least we know that in the face of a true Ghostface attack, you’ll protect us.”

“No offense, but you weren’t even scary,” Steve piped up, rolling his eyes at you. Pietro tilted your chin up with his hand gently and grimaced as you smiled, showing the extent of your swelling nose injury, “The only thing that’s scary is what you two are doing. That staring into each other’s eyes thing is creepy.”

You scoffed at Steve’s comment, “You screamed the loudest!” both yours and Pietro’s cheeks reddened and he dropped his hand, “I at least know I scared P.”

“I thought it was great. You might want to put an ice pack on that, though,” Wanda snickered next to you. Pietro rolled his eyes heavily and dropped his jacket across your shoulders.

Tony heaved a sigh as the trailer came to a stop, the whole group becoming uneasy as they thought someone would jump out again. You jumped off of the back and wrapped an arm around Pietro with a smile. Your Ghostface mask was tucked under your arm before Tony took it and inspected the mask, “Way to make our Halloween scary, Y/N. Well, scarier than it usually is.”