#Halloween movies and the cutest decorations

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

I miss fall

[doeyedbambi]

yearning to live in a spooky small town again where it's always chilly and has fall vibes all year round🍂

...more yearning in the tags🙈

[cxrrodedcoffin]

❀ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ❀

Kinktober fic 3: Cooper Abbott ❀ Kidnapping/Gunplay/CNC

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠!

a very special thank you to @xxbimbobunnyxx for the chat sesh that inspired many of the special little details in this, love you dolly!! ♡ 𐙚 ‧₊˚

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!cooper, stalker!cooper, bimbo!reader, kidnapping, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, voyeurism, gunplay, masturbation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cnc “forced” breeding, dacryphillia, daddy kink, creampie, choking, bruising, fem + afab reader, chloroform mention, alcohol mention, oral fixation, degradation, pet names (bunny, sweetheart), oral sex mention (m + f receiving), mutual obsession

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𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 “𝐧𝐨” (𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝), 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 “𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝” 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Cooper had a soft spot for you, he always had, from the first day he saw you walking past the fire station on your way home. He’d become obsessed, learning your daily routine, your work schedule, what days you liked to go out with your friends. He’d stay out all hours of the night to watch you through the window of your apartment. He loved that you were a night owl, staying up late to dance around your bedroom, watching movies late into the night, even putting on a show for him every time you got new clothes, flashing him your pretty breasts and perfect ass without even knowing it, because you always kept your blinds open, silly girl.

He spent weeks buying things to match the decor he saw around your apartment, pretty pink curtains to put over the small basement windows, a blanket with little bunny motifs all over it, ruffled satin pillow cases just like the ones you had on your bed, even going from pet store to pet store to find a dog bed large enough to comfortably fit you so you wouldn’t have to sleep on the hard concrete like the rest of his victims. You weren't a temporary thrill the way the others had been, no, he planned on keeping you forever.

You were so sweet, so innocent, so full of life. On Halloween night, when you bounded down the stairs of your apartment building dressed as the cutest little bunny he’d ever seen in a white and pink babydoll dress, thigh high stockings, and pink platform heels with fluffy ears and a tail to match, he knew it was the night. While you were out with your friends, doing shot after shot, Cooper was persuading your landlord with his fireman’s badge to let him into your apartment to check for a gas leak. Once inside he perused your belongings, admiring your delicate eye for decorating before gathering some of your clothing and shoving them into his duffle bag, being sure to grab your stuffed bunny off of your bed before giving your landlord the okay and returning to his vehicle parked across the street.

He waited, watching the passersby until he saw you stumbling alone down the sidewalk, almost tripping in your heels as you braced yourself against a lamp post. He slipped from the car, jogging across the street to offer you a helping hand, his heart racing at the way you smiled up at him and giggled a drunken “You’re hot.” against his shoulder as you fell into him. He almost felt bad, placing the chloroform soaked rag over your mouth. But the way your eyes fluttered so sweetly to sleep shook all of that away, knowing you were meant to be his.

You fought him for a while, kicking and scratching and even biting him the one time he’d tried to brush your hair away from your face that first week of captivity. You resisted him as much as you could, spending every moment you had alone those first few weeks searching for ways to escape, but the more time you had alone with your thoughts, the more you started to believe that life with Cooper wouldn’t be too bad.

He was kind to you, attentive, making sure you ate the food he prepared for you, always taking a bite first to show you it was safe. He brought you books to read while he was away, turned on a mix cd of your favorite songs he’d studied your spotify account for weeks to perfectly curate. He gave you your privacy when you showered, providing you with the hair and bath products you used before he’d taken you, he brushed your hair out, letting you use your heat tools to style it and do your makeup to make you feel more like your usual self under his supervision to be sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

He didn’t try to touch you before you were ready, waiting for the day you made the first move, when he knelt down beside you to give you your dinner and you leaned in to kiss him, just a soft peck on the cheek to start. He was handsome, even drunk you knew it that first night, and watching him haul his laundry up and down the stairs each week, arms flexed with his grip, your carnal needs were growing stronger. You wanted him, needed to know if the size of his member matched his staggering height, and as the months went by, you grew more wanton.

Cooper felt like he could’ve had a heart attack the day he opened the surveillance stream on his phone to find you sprawled across your bed, legs spread and dainty fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat, your other hand rubbing quick circles over your swollen clit as you let out the softest, neediest whimpers he’d ever heard. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom at work, making sure his headphones were in to hear you when you came, his fist pumping his cock furiously over the toilet as he watched you fuck yourself desperately, your nose scrunched adorably with the way you concentrated on your movements. When you came, Cooper groaned so loud he knew he’d have to come up with an excuse when he walked out, because what left your mouth made his head spin. You didn’t just moan, you cried out “Daddy!” clear as day.

That was the beginning of him testing the waters, letting his hand linger on you a little longer each time, feeling your skin heat up beneath his touch, until the day you said so sweetly he felt he could’ve died right there, “I-I need help.” and finally asked him to touch you. You trembled underneath him, body on fire with every skirt of his fingers over your skin until they reached your most sensitive areas, rubbing expertly over your clit as his free hand pushed your shirt up over your chest, his mouth finding one of your nipples and gently sucking until you were arching into him, the dual stimulation too much for your touch starved body. You came embarrassingly quickly, clinging to him like you might fall to pieces if he ever let you go.

Cooper spent the next few months figuring out what exactly made you squirm, going out of his way to be sure he just had to wash the flannel he was currently wearing while loading the washing machine full of his laundry, taking his time undoing each button one by one, watching the way you tried to sneakily look over the top of your book to catch a glimpse of his shirtless physique. When he’d gone back up the basement stairs you shamelessly stared at his back, watching the way his muscles shifted with every step he took. He did everything he could to drive you crazy, your requests for his help in relieving your frustrations growing more and more frequent until it was an almost daily occurrence.

He quickly caught on to what kinds of touch made you react the most, and what he found above all else was that underneath that sweet exterior, you had a strong penchant for pain. He’d dig his fingers into you when he went down on you, nails biting into the plush of your thighs until you bruised, your cries of pleasure louder when he pressed down on them. You arched your back the first time you let him sink his thick cock into you, exposing your delicate neck and silently begging for him to wrap his hand around it until he took the hint, squeezing gently as he looked into your eyes, something sparking behind them with the breathy gasp that left your parted lips.

“Little bunny, you like when daddy hurts you, don’t you?” He taunted, watching your eyes light up at the given name, your heart soaring as you finally had names for your dynamic, nodding eagerly as much as you could with his hand around your throat and his hips still slamming into yours.

You became more obedient over time, subconsciously waiting for the rumble of his truck in the driveway when he arrived home from work, your heart racing in anticipation every time you heard it. You found yourself fixing your hair, trying on what different outfit combinations you could make with the few pieces Cooper had managed to take from your apartment, spraying your perfume right before you knew he’d come down the stairs, doing everything you could within your confines to be as appealing to him as possible. Little did you know that he found you appealing in all forms, but seeing you put in that extra effort for him, doing your best to please him, brought him a level of satisfaction he’d never experienced before. You took pride in being his perfect little basement bunny, and he took pride in being your daddy.

You were made for him, had to be, he was sure of it. You were perfect, so willing to adapt, open to letting him play your body like a violin every chance he got. Fucking you was like the sweetest sonata with the way your cunt cradled his cock so perfectly, responding to his every movement the way an instrument does to those of a classically trained musician, walls pulsing rhythmically around him every single time you invited him into your orchestral harmony.

He hardly thought it could get any better until the day he came down the stairs with his handgun holster still attached to his belt, barely even giving a second thought to it as he walked quietly across the concrete floor, watching you snooze peacefully in your little nest of fluffy baby pink blankets and pillows.

“How’s my little bunny feeling?” Cooper’s gentle voice and soft caressing hand against your cheek woke you from your slumber, the cold emanating off the concrete basement wall prompting you to pull your plush blanket tighter around your scantily clad frame, only a baby pink tank, white frilly shorts, and your fuzzy white bunny socks to keep you warm.

“M’okay daddy, just a little cold.” You replied softly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your view of his strong build becoming more clear. He dropped into a squat next to your bed and cupped your chin in his hand, bringing your gaze to his.

“I’ve got another blanket and some sweaters I picked out just for you coming in the mail sweetheart, do you think you can wait a couple more days?” You looked up at him, nodding and stuttering out a “Yes daddy.” through chattering teeth, your body shivering as you sat up and the blanket slipped from your shoulders.

“If you’re a good girl, Daddy might just let you sleep in his bed upstairs tonight, would you like that?” He caressed your cheek, watching as you nuzzled into his touch and nodded eagerly. He smoothed your hair away from your face, your eyes wandering down his chest to his waist before stopping on an unfamiliar sight.

Your eyes went wide when you caught a glimpse of the gun on his hip. He saw it, that same spark behind your eyes he’d seen the first time he choked you, and he couldn’t resist the urge to press the issue as you continued to stare at the weapon.

“Do you want to see it?” His tone was one that would typically be used to address a curious child, knowing how much you liked the condescension. You nodded hesitantly, eyes fixated on it when he carefully withdrew the firearm from the holster. He turned it over in his hand, letting you examine it before brushing the slide and barrel against your cheek, making you shudder. “It’s not loaded.” He remarked, watching your shoulders relax, taking that as a sign to push you a little further. He nudged the muzzle against your lips, dragging your bottom lip down with it teasingly before muttering an experimental “Open.”

You obeyed, slowly opening your mouth until Cooper was able to begin to slide the barrel into your mouth, your front teeth just barely grazing over the front sight as it sunk deeper, stopping when the trigger guard bumped against your lower lip.

“Suck.”

You did your best to service the weapon the way you did Cooper’s cock, but the cold metal on your tongue was making it hard to move your tongue smoothly along the slide, your jaw instinctively trying to pull away. You continued sucking, just bobbing your head with hollow cheeks as you looked into his eyes, only a short distance from your face as he stayed down at your level. He loved watching you humiliate yourself just for him, willing to put yourself through all sorts of degrading acts just to see him smile lovingly at you the way you always hoped he would.

He withdrew the weapon, looking over the way your spit shone on the edge of the muzzle and halfway up the barrel. He drew it back, aiming it at your forehead. You trusted him wholeheartedly, but the action still made you tremble in fear, uncertain if he was lying about the gun being empty.

“Roll over, bunny. Ass in the air, now.” Your brain barely registered the order, still too focused on the firearm aimed point blank at your skull.

“Are you going to behave? Or do I need to keep this gun pointed at that dumb little brain of yours until you learn to comply?”

“No, I mean yes! yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl! I’m sorry!” The fear in your voice made Cooper’s cock twitch, steadily straining more and more against the dark denim of his jeans. He laughed in amusement at how quickly you shifted to your hands and knees, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the gun left your line of sight. You waited patiently as he paced behind you, just taking in the sight of your round ass in those tight ruffled shorts before abruptly gripping your hair and pushing your face into the plush of the bed, your back arching down to accommodate the harsh angle.

Next thing you knew there was foreign pressure against the increasingly embarrassing wet spot on the gusset of your shorts, rubbing teasingly against your folds through the thin layer of fabric. You rarely wore underwear anymore, and today was no exception, only your shorts separating you from being penetrated. You pushed back against what you thought was Cooper’s hand until the cool chill of metal grazed your inner thigh, making you whimper in shock. He gripped the waistband of your shorts, yanking them over your ass to gather at the bend of your knees, acting as a makeshift restraint to prevent you from crawling away.

You were exposed, cold air settling on your impossibly wet pussy, only heightening your sensitivity as the metal of the gun prodded at your folds. You shuddered, reaching for your stuffed bunny, hugging it tightly to your chest for comfort as your pussy clenched around nothing, your fear quickly turned into desperation, the necessity to be fucked growing increasingly apparent through your uneasiness. Cooper ran the muzzle through your heat, coating it in your arousal before pushing slowly into you, the gasps of disbelief and pleasure alike echoing from your throat amazing him. He knew you were dark, but he never thought you’d let him go this far.

He thrust the short barrel in and out of the tight ring of muscles right at your entrance, watching you devolve into a mumbling, moaning mess, keeping you perched on the edge of stimulation, not giving you enough to work toward an orgasm but continuing to push the gun in as far as the trigger guard would allow, teasing you until he had you absentmindedly rocking your hips back against it.

Once Cooper decided he‘d had enough of his fun, he removed the weapon from your heat before placing it on the floor and sliding it across the concrete, out of reach from both of you but just barely remaining in your sightline.

He quickly undid the buckle of his belt, shoving his pants and briefs down to free his aching cock, it practically directing itself to your waiting cunt in front of it. You relaxed into the bed beneath you, the heat rising in your body enough to warm you from the frigid cold of the basement as you eagerly waited for Cooper to finally fill you.

“Did you enjoy that, dirty girl?” His voice sounded distant through the blood pooling in your ear drums but you gathered your scattered thoughts enough to whimper a needy “Yes, daddy.” while nodding what little you could with your cheek pressed to the cushion between you and the ground.

“Then that greedy little pussy of yours is going to love this.” He practically growled, stalling with the tip of his cock just inside your entrance for only a moment before pushing forcefully inside of you, your walls spasming at the sudden yet familiar intrusion. His pace was steady but hard, taking his time to draw almost completely out of you before slamming back in, his fingertips gripped tightly into the plush of your hips.

“She’s a needy little thing, just like you, you know. She was gripping the barrel of my gun for dear life, I almost felt bad taking it away from her, but I think she likes my cock even better, don’t you?” He spoke about your cunt as if it had gained sentience, was its own person. Something about it made you feel less than human, and it made the knot in the pit of your tummy tighten even further. You buried your face in the blanket bunched next to you, trying to hide from him despite the way he reached spots inside of you no one else had ever been able to.

“If you’re not gonna speak, I’m gonna have to listen to whatever your sweet little pussy says, think I’ll give her whatever she wants tonight.” He drew his hand back before landing a harsh smack to your ass, drawing a muffled yelp and an extra firm squeeze of your cunt from you as he watched the raised outline of his handprint form on your tender flesh.

“She likes pain, bunny.” He stated matter of fact, his hand snaking under your hip to find your neglected clit, the swollen bundle of nerves finally getting the attention it so desperately needed. Your walls fluttered around him in response to the focused circling of his expertly trained fingers, milking his cock for everything it was worth, your bodies melding together in the most primal way.

“She likes pleasure, too.” He laughed, increasing his pace until he felt the familiar grip of your cunt on the verge of orgasm, pulling him in with every contraction of your walls around him.

“You hear that? She’s telling me she wants me to put a baby in her.” He leaned over your arched back, his words raining down over you like a heavy downpour. You gasped, eyes rolling back at the provocative statement.

“What little bunny? You like that? Want Daddy to pump your little pussy full of cum?” He laughed again, taking great enjoyment in pushing your buttons, your body literally begging for it in every carnal sense.

“N-No, Daddy, please don’t!” You managed to push the blanket you’d been muffling yourself with aside to feign protest, putting up an imaginary fight.

“Your pussy is saying otherwise, bunny. She’s begging me to give her my babies.” His hand slapped at your clit, making you jolt and cry out again, tears slipping past your waterline from the almost overwhelming amount of stimulation.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to get pregnant daddy, please don’t do it!” You sobbed, your head spinning as he hit that soft spot deep inside of you over and over and over, unable to stop yourself from moaning as tears streamed down your hot cheeks.

“Oh listen to you cry, you're just too cute sweetheart, now I’ve gotta knock you up.” He dripped sickeningly sweet condescension through gritted teeth, a low growl sitting at the back of his throat waiting to be set free.

“You’re gonna give daddy a whole litter of baby bunnies.” He groaned, hips slamming against your ass so hard your skin reverberated back against him, your whole body convulsing as it betrayed every thought in your mind, an orgasm stronger than any you’d ever had before coursing through your every nerve ending as a sobbed scream ripped from your tired throat.

You could feel his cum fill you to the brim as he came with an animalistic groan, the warm substance dripping down onto your trembling thighs when he pulled out. You wanted to collapse info the floor but your body wouldn’t let you, still frozen in the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt Cooper’s large hands on your lower back, gently pushing you to lay flat on your tummy before laying next to you, one arm wrapped around your waist as he looked at you, waiting for you to finally come down.

“Did I do good, daddy?” You asked barely above a whisper, your throat sore. He smiled, brushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear, that tenderness he held for you showing again.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. Let’s get you up to bed, you definitely deserve it.” He rose to his feet, helping you up on shaky legs before guiding you over to and up the steps, his hand remaining glued to your lower back to remind you who was still in control despite his soft spot for you.

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[shiftywing]

ok wof halloween headcanons time

qibli & kinkajou are def the type to dress as obscure pop culture references (gay halloween core)

turtle never knows what to go as & always stresses out about it

burn doesn't participate in anything BUT decoration, which she goes all out for

blaze likes to give out candy but no one comes to the stronghold because the dragonets get too scared of burn's decor

scarlet throws really lavish parties each year (probably masquerades) burn's always forced to go & hates every second

a lot of nightwings & icewings dress up as darkstalker & he gets really mad over it

similarly a lot of seawings go as albatross; they're both urban legends (think bloody mary)

onyx is number 1 halloween enthusiast. shows up with a really detailed costume

(modern au) onyx also always has recommendations for what to watch; they're always really obscure horror movies that no one's heard of but they're all traumatized by

i guess the pyrrian equivalent of horror movies would be like. scary stories read aloud on scrolls? idk but onyx would bring a bunch

winter isn't that into halloween (didn't grow up celebrating it) but really enjoys pumpkin carving & usually wins in pumpkin carving contests

turtle gets scared everytime by those jumping spider animatronics without fail

clay is the undisputed champion at bobbing for apples

kinkajou eats like all of her candy in 1 night & always gets sick the next day

qibli will store his candy to "eat it for later" & then forgets about it for like a year

winter gets a little matching costume for bandit

moon dresses up but usually as something simple (like a witch maybe) & reuses it for following years

sunny loves to host halloween parties at jma, partially because she & the rest of the dod never got to celebrate it growing up

qibli & winter once got voted as "cutest couple costume" despite neither of their costumes having anything to do with the other's

glory the type to show up with a "this is my costume" t-shirt

[blushpawss]

black kitty, white kitty

warning: fluff + pet names — you convince soft!sylus to wear a black kitty costume to match your white kitty outfit for halloween 🩷🐾

main acc: @sushiyuzu

it was halloween night, and you had the cutest idea. you wanted sylus to wear a matching costume with you—something simple but adorable. you had already picked out your own outfit: a soft white kitty costume, complete with fluffy ears and a tiny, cute tail. the only thing missing was sylus dressed up as a black kitty, to match.

“come on, sylus,” you pleaded, holding up the black cat ears and tail with a hopeful smile. “it’s halloween. pleaseee?”

pretty please, you hoped.

sylus, with his usual serious look, stared at the costume in your hands. he didn’t look thrilled, but his crimson eyes softened just a bit as he looked at you, his kitten. “a kitty costume, huh?” he muttered, trying to hide a small smile. “you know i don’t do costumes.”

hmph.

you pouted, crossing your arms. “but it’s halloween! and we’ll match. you’ll be my black kitty, and i’ll be your white kitty.” you flashed him your most convincing smile, the one you knew he could never really say no to.

he sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. “fine,” he mumbled, grabbing the costume. “but only because it’s you asking, kitten.”

you clapped your hands excitedly, practically bouncing on the spot. “yay! i knew you’d do it!” you handed him the black cat ears and tail with a grin. “come on, let’s get you dressed up!”

sylus gave a small, resigned smile, letting you fuss over him. you gently placed the black kitty ears on top of his head, adjusting them so they sat just right. you could see a slight pink on his cheeks as he glanced away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“look at you,” you giggled, stepping back to admire him. “you’re the cutest black kitty ever.”

he rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “cute?” he murmured, glancing down at you in your white kitty costume. “i think you’re just using this as an excuse to see me in something ridiculous.”

you laughed, reaching up to fix the little tail pinned to the back of his outfit. “maybe,” you teased, “but i think you look adorable.”

oh yes, he is.

his cheeks went a bit redder, but he didn’t argue. instead, he reached out, pulling you close with one arm. “if i’m your black kitty, then you’re my white kitty,” he said softly, his voice a little deeper, a little warmer.

you beamed up at him, feeling your heart flutter. “that’s the plan,” you replied, snuggling into his embrace.

“all right, all right,” sylus said, letting out a small laugh as he held you. “where are we going in these costumes, hmm? a party? are we going trick-or-treating?”

you shook your head, grinning. “nope! we’re staying right here.” you took his hand and led him to the living room, where you’d set up all sorts of cozy halloween decorations. “we’re gonna have our own halloween night in. just the two of us.”

he raised an eyebrow, looking around at the pumpkins, fairy lights, and soft blankets you had arranged. “i see,” he said, nodding slowly, though he seemed pleased. “so, just the two of us?”

“mm-hmm!” you nodded, leading him to the couch and patting the spot next to you. “we can watch scary movies, eat candy, and just be cozy.”

sylus sat down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close to his side. “that doesn’t sound too bad,” he murmured, his voice soft as he looked down at you, his eyes warm and gentle. “as long as i get to spend it with my little white kitty.”

you felt your cheeks warm as you snuggled against him, feeling safe and happy in his embrace. “and i get to spend it with my black kitty,” you whispered back, closing your eyes for a moment.

you handed him a bowl of candy, watching as he picked out a piece and held it up to your lips. “open up,” he said with a playful smile, his voice teasing but affectionate. you opened your mouth, letting him feed you the candy, and couldn’t help but giggle as he watched you with an amused look.

then you did the same, holding up a piece of candy to his lips. “your turn,” you said, smiling as he took a bite, his eyes never leaving yours. it felt so cozy, so right, just being here with him.

“not bad,” he murmured, licking his lips slightly as he gave you a soft smile. “though, you know… i could’ve gone my whole life without wearing cat ears,” he teased, tugging at one of the black ears on his head.

you laughed, shaking your head. “but you look so cute!” you insisted, reaching up to adjust the ears again. “i think this should be your new look.”

he chuckled, pulling you close again and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “only for you, kitten,” he whispered, his lips brushing softly against your hair. “only for you.”

he was right.

only for you.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddled up together, sharing candy, laughing, and watching movies. every now and then, sylus would reach over to pull you closer, his arm warm and protective around you.

[void-wolfie]

Carving Commotion

summary: You go over to Jenna's for some halloween fun

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: none really? light mention of knives for pumpkin carving but thats it (if i'm missing something let me know so i can fix/add)

words: 1.09k

a/n: Happy Halloween guys! i did this at the last minute if i'm honest. only did light editing and proofing so there might be some mistakes lol.

You pushed the doorbell in with your elbow, hearing the familiar sound echoing from within the house. You barely even had to wait thirty seconds before the door shot open, your girlfriend standing on the other side with a blinding smile.

You noticed her eyes excitedly jump down to the two pumpkins in your arms, her smile growing wider if that was even possible.

"What're you staring at, Ortega? My eyes are up here," You joked, smirking at your girlfriend's exasperated expression.

"You're late," if she rolled her eyes any harder, they would've rolled right out of her head, "just, get in here already."

Despite the jokes, both of you truly did love Halloween, it was one of the best times of the year. The two of you planned to spend the whole night together carving pumpkins and watching scary movies.

As you walked through the house you noticed all the decorations set up. Fake cobwebs adorned with plastic spiders hung in the hallway, fake bats hung from the living room fan, caution tape littered doorways, and The Monster Mash played quietly in the background. She really does go all out for Halloween, you thought to yourself.

Jenna helped you put the pumpkins down on the kitchen counter. She grabbed out the soap and a scrubby brush and told you to clean off the pumpkins in the sink, which you happily obliged.

You got lost in thought while cleaning off the pumpkins. You were excited, you couldn't stop thinking about what to carve. Should it be something elaborate and scary? Or maybe something simple and cute? Maybe a mix of both? It was your first Halloween with Jenna after all, and you didn't want to scare her off with your excitement.

By the time both pumpkins were done and washed, you turned back around to find the kitchen table covered in trash bags and Jenna setting the table with a handful of carving knives.

"Carving pumpkins isn't just some elaborate excuse to murder me, right?" You joked. Once again you saw her eyes roll, but the smile on her face told you she was far from annoyed.

"I could never kill you, you're too cute for that," She looked over at you and winked. The gesture alone made your knees wobbly and your stomach twist into knots.

Jenna refused to show you what she was carving into her pumpkin. You could see her eagerly getting into her drawing, her eyebrows furrowing in the cutest way while her Sharpie moved wildly in front of her. It’s a surprise, she insisted.

You decided that if Jenna could get so excited and into her pumpkin carving, so could you. You drew up the best pumpkin face you could think of, sharp gnarly teeth, and slanted eyes. The design wasn’t as good as you normally drew, but you chalked it up to the cute brunette across the table distracting you.

Once you had decided the design was good enough, you picked out a knife and started cutting away. You started with some of the bigger details, watching as the big knife cut through the pumpkin like butter.

It felt like forever, carving out little bits at a time, and you were covered in pumpkin guts up to your elbows. But finally, you were finished!

“Done!” You shouted, setting the knife down and jumping up from your seat. You looked over at Jenna to see her giggling at you, but you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of her laugh.

“Can I see yours now?” You asked, excited to finally see what the surprise was.

“Sure, love,” She smiled, getting up from her chair to turn her pumpkin around so you could see it, “I finished a few minutes ago anyway.”

She spun the pumpkin around to show a more traditional-looking jack o’ lantern. It had big triangle eyes and a toothy grin. Even though it wasn’t scary it still seemed much better than yours. Somehow hers looked perfect, and yours looked terrible.

“Wow…” you hadn’t even realized you said it till Jenna's face lit up, her smile growing brighter than the full moon on a cloudless night. You’d say it a million more times too if it got her to smile like that again.

“Come on baby, let me see yours,”

You spun your pumpkin around, albeit a bit reluctantly. Hers was so much better than yours, she was going to laugh at you for sure. Yours was a bit more on the scary side, pointy teeth with sharp fangs and hooded eyes, though it wasn’t very good.

You waited for the laughing, but it never came. Instead, she looked impressed… like really impressed. “Baby, that’s amazing, I love it,”

You were shocked. She had to be lying, right?

“Really?”

“Yeah baby, it's perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to hide the smile that crept up on your, “I mean, it’s alright, but it’s nowhere near as good as yours.”

She could tell you were joking around, but she decided to play along. She gasped, feigning shock, “What? Yours is like twice as good as mine,”

“Oh, well now I know you’re lying to me,” You joked, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What? I would never!”

“Liar!” You all but shouted it, faking an upset look. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder pretending to pout.

It was silent for a second. Then something slammed into your chest, smacking back down on the table.

You looked at your chest, then the table… She had thrown a handful of pumpkin guts at you.

“Why you little-” You grabbed the lump she had thrown at you and tossed it back with a smirk. She ducked at the last second and the pile landed with a wet splat against the wall.

You saw her laugh, then she started reaching for the bowl of guts in the middle of the table.

“Oh no you don’t,” You reached as fast as you could, both you and Jenna grabbed the bowl at the same time.

Fifteen minutes later, you were both covered head to toe in pumpkin guts. It covered the walls, the floor, and the table. Some made it as far as the living room, but most of it clung to you and Jenna. It was agreed that you’d both have to shower and clean up before any movies could be watched. But despite the mess, and the feeling of pumpkin strings down the back of your shirt, you already knew this was your favorite Halloween yet.

[holylulusworld]

Sex you up - Kinktober 18

Summary: You attend a Halloween party.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: flirty Henry, meet cute, RPF, size kink, implied smut

A/N: We are having Henry in his Walter Marshall era because this one has me in a chokehold. Suffer with me.

Trope/Kink: Size Kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween always has something magical to you. Not only because of the people celebrating it, or trick or treat. It’s not only the costumes, drinking, candy, and having fun.

The air is thick with mystery on Halloween, and you think about its origin and the truth behind the legend on October 31st.

“Y/N, hurry up and stop staring at the pumpkins,” your friend groans as you take another picture of the decoration outside the house. “Babe, we got invited to the party of the year. Stop being a nerd for one night.”

You harrumph. Chelsey is your friend, but her words hit home. You always were a little shy, and insecure. When you got older and turned from a girl into a woman it got better.

Still, sometimes you are self-conscious and shy away. Especially at parties with too many people, you do not know. “Coming,” you grumble under your breath. “It’s just, that the decoration is breathtaking. Look at all the jack-o-lanterns. The house looks like a gothic castle from a horror movie.”

“Yeah, spider webs and all,” Chelsey rolls her eyes. “Babe, all I want is to get waisted, and find a cute guy for the night.”

“How about you go inside, and I look at the decoration for a little longer. I’ll be right there.”

“YES!” She pinches your cheek. “I’ll get you a drink and wait for you.”

This time, you roll your eyes. Chelsey will forget about you the moment she finds some cute guy. “Go ahead. Have fun.”

She enters the house without looking back, making you sigh. Chelsey promised you are going to have a ladies’ night. Now you are on your own once again.

“You know, Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” you squeak, and press one hand to your heart as a man stands next to you. “Sorry, sweetness. I didn’t want to scare you. On Halloween out of all days.”

You dip your head to get a better look at him. The stranger must be the tallest man you have ever seen, with broad shoulders, a wide chest and curly hair. He’s wearing a beard, making him look wilder than he really is. His soft eyes tell you he’s got a good heart.

“It’s fine. I was just admiring the decoration and got distracted,” you give him a soft smile. “Are you invited to the party too?”

“Guilty,” he returns your smile as he steps a little closer. “I see you came as a wolf. A cute one.” The man grins as you look down at your body. “I like it very much.”

“It was the only one left at the store. Well, the only one fitting me.”

“You look…” He looks you up and down, licking his lips, “Excuse my choice of words, but you look like any wolf would love to eat you alive.”

“I’m a wolf too,” you retort. “What’s your costume? Grumpy sweater lover?” You smirk.

“I’m a werewolf,” he grins, revealing sharpy canines. “See, I’m hiding behind a nice face. But if you give me the chance, I’ll sink my teeth in your flesh and eat you, sweetness.”

“Eat me?” You swallow thickly. This man is a stranger, but you feel drawn to him. His eyes drop to your chest, and you shudder under his gaze. It’s his sheer size dwarfing you that makes your body tingle.

“I bet,” he steps even closer, cupping your face with his large hands, “you make the cutest noises when I use my mouth on you.”

He flashes you a dark smile, revealing his sharp teeth to you. You shudder and press your legs together. “Maybe we can skip the party and get to the part where you eat me…”

"Oh, Mrs. Cavill, you have been a naughty girl," your husband purrs against your lips. "Let's skip the party."

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[gliphyartfan]

With all this Halloween talk and the holiday season coming up, what do you think are the Chain's favorite holidays? Like maybe they definitely go crazy over Valentine's to impress (Y/N), or they enjoy dressing up with her on Halloween, or want to get the best presents for December?

The Chain getting to react to (Y/N)'s modern day world is what makes the Mafia AU so much fun sometimes.

the Chain would ABSOLUTELY go all out for any holiday if it meant impressing (Y/N). Like, these boys live to make her smile (or lowkey fluster the hell out of her, let’s be real).

For Wild, Halloween. You cannot convince me otherwise. This man gets way too into the spooky season. (Plus have you SEEN the number of outfits he gets during his journey?? And I thought Legend was the hoarder.)

He’d make crazy detailed pumpkin carvings, handcraft his costumes, and definitely try to scare the others with ghost stories.

Wild would also be that guy begging (y/n) to entering a costume contest with him. insisting they’d win.

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Four gives me Easter vibes. Like, he’s all about spring festivals, decorating eggs, and planning scavenger hunts. (Definitely would have fun with scavenger hunts)

He’d make the cutest little handmade gifts for (Y/N), and his attention to detail would shine.

He’d love the quiet renewal vibe of spring, maybe even taking her out to see the blooming flowers or just enjoying nature together, maybe look around for Minish stumps.

—-

Wind lives for loud, vibrant holidays, so Independence Day. But honestly, it’s just the fact that summer festivals are totally his thing. So maybe he’s a summer solstice type of guy? Or just a festival guy.

He’d drag (Y/N) through every booth, share festival snacks, and challenge her to games just so he can show off.

And the fireworks?? He’d point to every single one like, ‘See that? That one reminds me of you, totally explosive and amazing.’

…or (y/n) would say that to him. It’s always a toss up on who says it first.

—

Warriors? Oh him?

Mr. 🎄 Christmas King 🎄 himself.

He thrives during Christmas because it’s all about being generous and thoughtful.

Wars would make sure (Y/N) has the perfect present.. like something she mentioned wanting once six months ago and totally forgot about.

He’s got the ‘cozy holiday movie + hot cocoa + subtle arm around her shoulder’ game down. The guy’s just a pro.

(Also, especially cause it messing with Wild, would be the guy who’s start openly planning Christmas decorations right after Halloween ends. Like midnight on the dot he is talking about Christmas Decorations and Wild is frothing at the mouth.)

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Legend was a toughie, but honestly? He’s is the biggest troll, so it’s April Fool’s Day for him. (Cause I love the idea that he’d enjoy such a day.?

He’d prank (Y/N) but in like, the most harmless and clever ways possible. And if she got him back? He’d actually respect her for it.

…i mean he’d still prank her back. But he’d respect her for managing to get him.

but he secretly loves seeing (Y/N) laugh, even if it’s at his expense.

Don’t worry folks, his pranks always delight her.

(…the others on the other hand…~)

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Dear Hyrule? Winter Solstice. Rulie’s a soft boy who loves those quiet, magical moments of that time.

He’d take (Y/N) out to stargaze, wrapping her in blankets, have hot cocoa or tea and telling her the most heartfelt stories about constellations, his fairy sisters. and ancient magic.

His gifts would be small but meaningful, like charms or trinkets he made himself. (He’s got cozy solstice energy, fight me on this.)

—

Twilight equals AUTUMN KING ALERT.

Harvest festivals, any holiday that involves cozy vibes and homecooked meals? That’s all him.

He’s also got big ‘pile on the couch after dinner’ energy, and if it also involves wrapping (y/n) in a blanket and watching her fall asleep next to the fire/tv, he’s very up for it.

—

Imma be predictable here and say it’s gotta be Valentine’s Day for Sky. He’s hopelessly romantic and absolutely shameless about it.

He’d be the one to plan some epic, heartfelt day, handmade gifts, surprise picnics, and probably one of the Loftwing feathers he’s kept with him tucked into a letter about how much he loves her.

Bonus: He’d 100% serenade her under the stars with his harp.

—

Time was easy to think about. New Year’s is such a Time holiday. He’s all about that reflection, making quiet resolutions, and having meaningful moments. (I’d like to this it may or may not remind him about Termina’s festival, after he beat Majora. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

He’d sit with (Y/N) somewhere peaceful, watching the stars or fireworks, and subtly slip in how much he’s grateful for her being in his life. Soft vibes but romantic because it’s Time.

Also? He’d be the one to give her some small but meaningful gift like a bracelet or charm, something to keep her safe in the new year.

—

As for as a group? The boys would be INSANE during any modern holiday. Valentine’s Day? All out war to see who can impress (Y/N) the most.

Christmas? They’re fighting over who gets to be with her on Christmas Eve vs. Christmas Day. The presents have to eventually have rules. As conditioned by (y/n)

the gifts HAS to be simple, cheap, or handmade, because if she didn’t have that rule, the gifts would be ridiculous.

Halloween? Matching costumes would be a whole thing, and they’d all try to partner with her.

(Y/N)’s like, “No, I’m going solo this year” and they’re all collectively pouting.

[jrob64]

Hook's First Trick or Treat (Reposted with new art!)

A CS Canon Compliant Story for CS Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo

I'm jumping on the hayride wagon and giving you my first offering for Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo, the brainchild of @hollyethecurious. Everyone owes her a big thank you for inspiring a fair few people to write some warm, seasonal tales and art for our favorite show and couple. Everything posted for the event can be found in this collection on Ao3.

I also owe thanks to @kmomof4 for checking over this story.

**Extra special thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for the spectacular manips of Henry, Emma & Killian in their costumes!**

Summary: Hook has his first experience Trick or Treating in Storybrooke.

Rating: T

Words: 2542

Can also be read on Ao3 and ffn

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“Are you going trick or treating with us next Saturday, Hook?” Henry asked.

Killian looked up at the boy from where he sat on the sofa beside Emma. The three of them had just finished watching The Nightmare Before Christmas together at the loft, sharing a huge bowl of popcorn and sipping mugs of warm apple cider. Hook hadn’t been impressed with the drink until he enhanced it with rum.

The whole town was enjoying the peace which came with the banishment of Gold at the town line three weeks ago. Mary Margaret, David and baby Neal were currently on a weekend away at a small cabin in the woods, allowing Emma to have the loft to herself for a few days. She and Henry immediately invited Killian over for a movie marathon on Friday night, culminating with the Tim Burton classic.

“Do you mean there is such a thing as trick or treat, such as in the movie?”

“Yeah, but in Storybrooke, we never had it until after the curse broke,” Henry explained.

“Why is it called ‘trick or treat'?” Killian inquired.

Emma reached over and linked her hand with his. “Back when it started, if a child knocked on a person’s door and they didn’t give them a treat, the child played a trick on them. These days, it’s just kids dressing up in costumes and going door to door, asking for candy. It doesn’t really involve tricks any more.”

“So it’s a children’s holiday?”

“Not necessarily. Anybody can dress up, but usually only the kids get candy.”

“Last year, Dr. Hopper dressed as Paul Bunyan and had Pongo dressed as Babe, the big blue ox. They sat outside his house and passed out candy,” Henry explained. “Grandma and Grandpa were Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Remember, Mom?”

“How could I forget? Dad kept talking in that squeaky voice the whole evening, which made Mom giggle. It was cute at first, but got annoying before long.”

“They won cutest costumes at the Halloween party, though.”

“There’s a party, too?” Killian asked.

“Just a get together at Granny’s after trick or treating wraps up,” Emma said. “Granny gives out prizes for cutest, scariest, most original, and best group costume. She makes popcorn balls and caramel apples and has the diner very elaborately decorated for Halloween.”

“So will you go with us?” Henry asked again.

“Aye, it sounds like fun.”

“Awesome!” Henry exclaimed. “Are you going to dress up?”

“He can dress as a modern man, since he already spent hundreds of years dressed as a pirate,” Emma smirked.

“Perhaps your father will allow me to borrow some of his Prince Charming garb,” Killian teased.

“You looking like my father would give me nightmares,” Emma said, wryly.

Hook and Henry laughed. “What will you be wearing?” Hook asked the boy.

“I’m gonna be Legolas, from Lord of the Rings. Wanna see my costume?”

“Of course.”

Henry dashed over to the stairs and bounded up them, two at a time.

“Will you be dressing up, Swan?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t figured out what to wear yet.”

He leaned over and nuzzled his nose behind her ear, then murmured, “Pity you didn’t bring that wench dress home with you when we returned from the past.”

Emma shivered involuntarily. “I’m not sure that would have been appropriate to wear around my son.”

“You could always wear it when it’s just the two of us.”

“Those moments are few and far…”

“Here it is!” Henry shouted, jumping down the last three steps with the costume in his arms.

“The kid is proving my point,” Emma whispered.

Killian chuckled before turning his attention to Henry, who was holding up the costume. “Grandma is going to let me borrow her bow and quiver of arrows, and Ruby loaned me a long, blonde wig,” he said proudly.

Killian got up and walked over, using his hand and hook to stretch out the cloak and get a better look. “It’s quite handsome, lad.”

“Thanks! Granny made it for me. She might be able to make you something before next Saturday. She made this in one day.”

“I’ll put some thought into it,” Killian promised.

“Hey! Maybe you could be Aragorn and Mom could be Arwen. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Very, um…cool,” Killian agreed, unused to using the jargon, but pleased that Henry wanted to include him in his costume plans.

“Orrrr,” Henry said with a mischievous grin, “maybe Hook should be Legolas, since he already has the elf ears.”

Emma laughed, while Killian rolled his eyes.

They continued to discuss their costumes until Emma declared it was time for Henry to go to bed. After he went upstairs, Emma and Killian remained on the sofa, talking quietly and kissing. When they were sure Henry was sound asleep, they took advantage of Emma’s parents being absent from the loft.

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“Mom, are you ready yet?” Henry called. “All the good candy is going to be gone if we don’t leave pretty soon!”

Emma emerged from the bathroom, placing a large hoop earring into her lobe. “Calm down, kid. Trick or treating doesn’t even start for…” she checked the clock on the wall in the kitchen, “ten minutes.”

“Is Killian coming here or are we meeting him at the boarding…”

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Guess that answers your question,” she said, grinning at her son as she moved to open the door.

When she did, she was momentarily taken aback at the figure on the other side. Killian was dressed as the sexy ranger Aragorn head to toe, complete with crown, sword and chainmail armor.

“Wow!” Emma exclaimed. “You look amazing! Where did you find everything for that costume?”

Killian didn’t answer for several seconds, his eyes roaming up and down Emma’s green gown with silver accents. It was nearly an exact replica of Arwen’s in the coronation scene from Return of the King. Marco had even fashioned the silver crown, which sat atop the black wig she wore.

“Swan, you look…words fail me,” he managed to say, obviously gobsmacked.

“Yeah, yeah, we all look great,” Henry grumbled. “Can we go now?”

Killian entered the loft and offered his arm to Emma. “Shall we, milady?”

They trekked down the steps, being careful not to trip over their long cloaks.

“Seriously, where did you find all of that stuff?” Emma asked again, once they were outside.

“Belle let me look through Gold’s shop. I found most of it in there,” Killian said, holding his arm out to examine the chainmail. “Lady Lucas did create the cloak for me, though.”

“Well, it turned out fantastic. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Aragorn and seeing you dressed like him is…” She pinched her fingers together, brought them to her lips, kissed them, then flicked her wrist and spread her fingers apart as if she was throwing the kiss into the air.

“What exactly does that gesture mean?” he asked.

“Chef’s kiss. It means it’s perfect and I love it.”

“Ah, I see. I’m very happy you approve. Meanwhile, your costume is absolutely magnificent. Did Granny make it?”

“This is actually one of my mother’s capes and a gown she brought from the Enchanted Forest. Granny altered it and added the silver embellishments. It turned out pretty good.”

“‘Pretty good’ is a vast understatement, Love. It truly enhances your beauty. I hope you will wear it again once this trick or treating is over.”

Emma laughed. “Storybrooke doesn’t really have a place where I can wear this type of gown.”

Killian leaned in to whisper in her ear. “It looks lovely on you, but it would also look lovely on my bedroom floor.”

“You know that hasn’t worked out well for us in the past because of Granny’s werewolf hearing.”

“Hmmm. I guess we’ll just have to come up with a way to keep you quiet while you’re in the throes of passion, Love.”

“I’m not the only one who makes noise. If you recall, you’re the one who…”

“Would you two stop being all lovey-dovey and come on?” Henry called over his shoulder.

Emma and Killian exchanged amused glances and increased their pace.

They soon began seeing other costumed townspeople walking up and down the sidewalks. Children were racing up on porches, knocking and shrieking “Trick or treat!” as soon as the doors opened.

Henry joined the fray while Emma and Killian remained on the sidewalk, heads swiveling to take in all of the colorful, creative costumes on both the children and their parents. As they moved closer to the center of town, Emma noticed Killian had become rather quiet. While earlier, he was making astute and amusing observations about the costumes, now he barely spoke a word. She also noted the puzzled and somewhat sad expression he wore.

By the time they reached the clock tower, Emma was beginning to worry about her boyfriend. He didn’t seem to be having any fun and she had to practically drag him along from one place to another. Even seeing Archie dressed as Woody, the cowboy from the Toy Story movies, with Pongo in a Slinky Dog costume didn’t cheer him up.

Henry was oblivious to Hook’s discomfort, too busy sprinting from house to house and business to business with his bulging treat bag. When he ran up to them and breathlessly asked if he could finish trick or treating with his friends and join them at Granny’s later, Emma readily agreed. She was eager to go somewhere private and talk to Killian, hopefully finding out what was bothering him.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him into a nearby alley. Fully aware that asking him if he was alright would lead to him insisting he was fine, she cut to the chase. “Hey, Killian, tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing, because I can read you like an open book, too.”

He sighed heavily and looked down, studying his boots for several seconds. Then he raised his head and used his hook to gesture toward the street. “What do you see out there, Swan?”

Emma kept her eyes on him for another moment or two before turning to look at the chaotic scene. “I see a bunch of kids dressed in costumes, running around like maniacs, chasing a week-long sugar high. I also see silly-looking adults who dressed up just to please their kids.”

“Do you know what I see?”

“You don’t see the same thing?”

“Aye, but it seems many people, young and old, are dressed as pirates.”

“Yeah, pirates are always a popular costume choice for Halloween. You should take that as a compliment. You know what they say - imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Look closer, Swan. The majority of them have a plastic hook over their hand.”

Emma turned to face him. “That bothers you?” she asked softly.

He gave a slight shrug. “Wouldn’t it bother you if people made fun of your…disability?”

Emma felt like kicking herself. Why had she failed to recognize the possibility that he would interpret the costume accessory to be a source of mockery?

“Oh, Killian,” she said. “I don’t think they’re making fun of you. It’s just that you’re one of the only pirates they know and you have a hook. I saw a couple of them with red knit hats like Smee’s.”

“A hat is quite different from my hook. I wear it out of necessity. I find it insulting that they would treat it as a source of amusement.”

Emma saw the same hurt in Killian’s eyes that she had seen on a few occasions when he felt inadequate because he lacked a hand. She reached up to cup his face, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones. “Do you remember when we went out on our first date? When you made that deal with Gold to give you your hand back?”

“Of course. I felt like a whole man for the first time in centuries.”

“When you gave me that rose, I didn’t even realize you were using your hand until my mother brought it to my attention.”

“That only proves you weren’t being very observant,” he grumbled.

“No, it shows that it doesn’t matter to me whether you have a hook or a hand. I see you for the person you are - the sweet, thoughtful, protective, devilishly handsome man who won my heart.” She pushed up to her toes and kissed him, then murmured against his lips, “Besides, you’re very proficient with that hook in certain…intimate situations.”

A grin spread across his face. “You do seem to enjoy me wearing it on those occasions.”

“Mmhmm, and I don’t consider it a disability because you’ve definitely proven you have a lot of ability to use it for very enjoyable purposes.”

Killian ran his nose along the slope of her throat. “Perhaps I’ll show you just how proficient I am with it later tonight.”

Emma bit her bottom lip. “I have been practicing a silencing spell that would soundproof your room. Do you, uh…would you like for me to try it tonight?”

“Aye, Love,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“What if it…doesn’t work?” she gasped.

“Well, then, I suppose I’ll have to turn my charm on Lady Lucas to encourage her to ignore what she hears.”

Emma’s giggle was cut short by Henry asking, “Are you guys coming to the party? I want to win best group costume.”

They hadn’t heard him approach and both jumped slightly. Emma’s face reddened immediately and Hook took pleasure in seeing the color spread as far down as the widely scooped neck of her gown.

“We’ll be right there, lad. Just give us a minute to finish our…discussion.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know you guys came in here to make out. Stop being gross and come on.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the diner.

Emma looked at Killian with a mischievous grin. “My dad’s right - it’s quite satisfying to be able to embarrass my kid. But we better go. If we miss Granny giving out the prizes, he’s never gonna forgive us.”

Killian grimaced slightly. “I’ll be along in a minute. I just need to…”

Understanding suddenly dawned on Emma. She glanced down, then back up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess it wouldn’t do for Aragorn to win best costume while sporting a very prominent bulge in his trousers!”

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They made it to the judging in time and unanimously won the award for best group costume. Once the party wound down, Emma said goodnight to Henry and watched him leave with Regina, gripping his huge bag of candy and the trophy. Then she and Killian covertly left the diner to slip off to his room in the boarding house.

Emma performed the silencing spell to perfection, despite her pirate trying to distract her in the most pleasurable of ways. And Killian was correct - Emma’s dress did look fetching on his bedroom floor, but not as fetching as the woman who had worn it, writhing and moaning beneath him as he showed her new tricks with his hook.

Afterwards, they agreed their lovemaking was the best treat of the day.

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[attyslittlespace]

Hi! Can you do caregiver Fred Jones headcanons from Scooby Doo? Currently watching the old Scooby Doo cartoons, and he seems like a caregiver! 🩵

FRED JONES CAREGIVER HEADCANNONS

(Tysm For The Ask!)

𖦹 Drives you around in the Mystery Machine to help you fall asleep

𖦹 His fav thing to be called is dada

𖦹 A halloween FANATIC, he makes sure you have the cutest costume, he makes halloween decorations with you, you guys watch kid halloween movies together, and he will spend all night taking you door to door for trick or treating!

𖦹 He plays pretend with you all the time, he pretends hes the evil monster while youre the detective trying to catch him

𖦹 Reads you a bedtime story every night (Its usually a story about a villian he has caught in the past, but he turns it into a ghost story)

~ Builds pillow forts for you and you two stay down there for hours making up stories about monsters and ghosts

~ Sometimes he forgets how scary some of his stories can be, so if youre ever scared he will lay in bed with you n cuddle you until you fall asleep

~ Doesn't take you on the mysteries because "You're too tiny for something sooo dangerous", but if one comes up while youre with him, he makes sure you never leave his sight and is super protective

~ Since he doesn't take you on the mysteries, he makes up for it by spending his next free day with you n only you

~ Tests out his traps on you (Only the ones he knows wont hurt you though of course) because its fun for you

[janeeyreofmanderley]

("Jacks" is short for Jack'o Lanterns I ran out of space)

[aoinene-ceo]

Since it’s October, what Halloween activities do you see Aoinene participating in?? Matching costumes, decorations, costume parties, trick or treating, festivals, etc. I see them both as being really into the holidays/seasons so I think they’d go all out🎃

🎃 Aoinene Halloween 🍬

Sorry I took so long to answer !! I have a lot of thoughts about how they'd spend Halloween ... σ(^_^;)

When they were kids, I could absolutely imagine Aoi, Akane, and Nene grouping up and trick or treating around the neighborhood !! That was when the tradition of matching costumes started !! Aoi and Nene would be something like princesses or fairies, and Akane would be a Knight or Guardian.

Even as a little kid, he got distracted trying 2 protect Aoi ... So, Nene and Aoi often skipped off together, hands intertwined as they gathered candy. (Nene intermally freaks out about Aoi touching her because she thinks she's really pretty and starts worrying about strange things like if her hands are sweaty, or rough, or just uncomforting in some way to Aoi.)

Aoi probably still had "Aoi Privelage" back then, so I can see her getting extra candy for looking super cute in her Halloween costume or something of the like. Nene gets a little down about it, and Aoi assures her she's the cutest girl in the world, and shares her candy !!

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Aoi also definitely gets invited to a bunch of Halloween parties, and Akane insists on being there along with her for protection. Even though she enjoys the season, I can't see Aoi enjoying parties much. The sheer number of people would mean she couldn't show a single crack in her mask, and that pressure would scare her. I think deep down she would want to run off with Nene and Akane and do stupid, silly teenager things, but she knows she has a reputation to uphold and the parties are more an obligation than fun event.

Nene would probably have fun, and Akane might lighten up over time, but the most fun they'd have would probably have the most fun crashing at home that night and gorging candy while they play a scary or supernatural game - one that Aoi suggests.

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Past highschool - or when Aoi and Nene start dating - I think Aoi may have moved out so her Mother can't dictate her anymore. At least, not directly. She and Nene probably moved into a small apartment together !! They decorate it like crazy and prepare costumes (matching ofc !!) Most of the month is spent adjusting their rooms and apartment to the Halloween theme.

I can definitely see them with a purple & green themed halloween !! In my Aoinene heart, Aoi's favorite holiday is Halloween, so they basically go around doing every halloween activity there is to offer !! (^^)d Pumpkin carving, apple harvest, apple cider. They prepare snacks for movie later - buying candy i bulk, gathering popcorn, baking cookies - then set out for the night.

After they return home, I can totally see them watching horror movies, falling asleep in the early hours of morning curled up on the couch together while something's still playing. The headache the next morning would go crazy, but it's so worth it ... (* >ω<)

[moon-alight]

Hi can I request a K (&team) headcanon when you guys move into youre own appartment and how Would Living with him be like thank you So much ♤♡

Hey! I'll only do the Hyung Line for this one since I cannot imagine the maknae line moving in with someone lol

Masterlist

&Team Hyung-Line moving in with their s/o

Warnings: one mention of sexual intercourse (only slightly), fluff

Word Count: 706

-K

-Moving in meant some organizing and he did not count on that many clothes coming from you

-Honestly, he was prepared to give you half his closet space but it was clear you needed more so he bought a new closet to store your stuff in

-He often comes home from work at unholy hours like 3 AM or 4 AM and if he sees you on the couch, he both melts as well as gets incredibly annoyed at you

-When you wake up he would say things like "You know the couch isn't comfortable enough to sleep on" or "don't stay up for me, it is not good for you."

-Cares about you a lot but this also means you argue sometimes about the stupidest things

-He just wants you to be safe and happy and you're fed up because he always tries to tell you how you should do things

-You work it out quickly though

-He likes to order food to the house whenever he is not home just so you know he thinks about you

-Will die whenever you cook for him (this man already bought a ring lol)

-Enjoys being able to hold you every night and tell you about his day even though you're already asleep because he came home at 5 AM

-Fuma

-On one hand he is very happy about you moving in with him, on the other hand he is afraid that he's rushing things (so assure him a lot)

-I am a sole believer Fuma is the cleanest from all the &Team members which is why he has organized e-very-thing!

-He even made space on the bed for your stuffed animals (which he finds oh so adorable) and even gave you a welcome home present

-Loves shopping with you for small things to add to your home like plants or plates that are pretty or maybe even a random duck which you put on the fireplace

-He is the one that constantly back-hugs you everywhere around the house.

-Also the one to have fucked you on every surface in the damn house

-Enjoys cleaning days because you're both just annoying one another with bubbles (which is also why he loves doing the dishes together)

-Definetely has one of those doormats outside which says 'home sweet home'

-If ya'll had a dog it would say 'bone sweet bone'

-Just the cutest lol

-Nicholas

-The menace of the &Team hyung line members

-Would love to watch horror movies together now that you live in the same house and purposely make you scared so you cuddle up to him more.

-Loves it when he wakes up in your shared bed knowing he can wake up like that forever.

-He was also the one to suggest you two live together in the first place.

-Whenever something breaks and need fixing he tells you not to call the plumber/mechanic/electrician but he can do it himself instead

-Cue to him getting electrocuted and you calling the electrician anyway

-He's very sulky after that but just ignore him

-He would also suggest drinking nights or game nights which involve drinking just so you can spend the next day together hungover

-It is never boring with him but please prevent him from doing shit himself because he will get hurt

-EJ

-So, so, so excited to finally be able to live with you together

-Takes you to IKEA to buy new furniture and makes you choose whatever you want because he trusts your taste in interior design

-You build the furniture together and absolutely get into countless arguments because of it

-You always make up though and whenever the furniture is done and completely put together, you celebrate with your favorite food.

-Also has a doormat but his one says 'Enter the Upside Down'

-Loves to decorate for halloween or christmas and definitely scares children when it's trick or treat

-He is the second cleanest on my list so expect him to always make sure the sheets on the bed, the dishes and the floor are clean

-Enjoys buying small things for the house with you and has an entire fridge filled with magnets from places he has visited on tour

[wrestletotheground]

~ promptober day 3 ~

scary movies - ross macdonald fluff

no cws just cute boyfriend ross

the buzz of the doorbell rang through the house, waking me up from my nap. I tapped on my phone to check the time. 7pm. 'shit', I muttered, jumping out of bed and hurrying down the stairs to answer. I swung the door open to see ross standing there with a huge smile on his face. he looked so adorable in his black hoodie and grey tracksuit bottoms, hair tied back into a clean ponytail, the leaves and trees of the garden framing him in red, brown and orange.

'hi baby', I said, diving straight into his open arms, letting him envelop me in him. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting in the chill of the october air. 'i missed you darling', he said, pulling away slightly to look down into my eyes. 'I missed you too, the 9 hours you've been gone felt like too long', I replied truthfully. we'd been living together for 3 months and it still felt surreal, waking up beside the love of my life every day and spending more time with him than ever on days we had off from work (and in his case, touring).

it was then I noticed the shopping bag on the ground by his side. he saw me looking, and without me having to ask, said 'I thought we could have a little movie night to kick off the start of spooky season. I went to tesco on the way home and got all of our favourite snacks'.

my heart melted at the gesture. after the long week I'd had this was just what I needed. 'ross,' i cooed, pouting my bottom lip. 'what did i do to deserve you?' I asked, resting my chin on his chest. he smile at me before leaning down to kiss me gently. 'go in and pick a film love, ill get food sorted'.

~

10 minutes later he reappeared from the kitchen balancing a bowl of buttered popcorn, 2 cans of cherry coke, a bag of chilli heatwave doritos under his arm, sour cream dip and a bag of m&ms between his teeth. 'jesus, someone took advantage of their clubcard', I laughed, getting up to help him put everything down. 'I got it, I got it', he said around the m&m packet, squatting down to the coffee table. he flicked off the big light, leaving just the warm glow of the lamp in the corner and the tv screen. he then produced a lighter from his pocket and bent down to light the scented candle across from us.

once everything was set up he sat down beside me on the couch. the atmosphere was so cosy and cute, it truly felt like halloween season now.

I returned my gaze to the tv, flicking through the endless films under "halloween" on netflix. 'have you still not decided?' he asked. 'listen. there's a lot of options', I started, looking over to see him looking at me incredulously. 'fifteen minutes I was gone for, unbelievable', he replied, shaking his head. 'ten', I mumbled, pushing his arm playfully, still swiping through the catalogue of spooky films.

'what about one of them tim burton ones you have on dvd?' I snapped my head around, gasping theatrically. 'ross. you're a genius' I replied. I practically ran over to turn on the dvd player. I picked up the corpse bride, my favourite, and showed it to him. 'perfect, whatever you want darling', he said, grinning.

I put it on and sat back beside him. he put his arm around me and I lay into him contently as the opening credits played. I pulled the blanket down from the end of the couch over us and snuggled into him. his thumb rubbed up and down on my arm comfortingly, a constant reminder of his love for me.

I took a moment to look around the room. everything was perfect. ross, the film, the seasonal decorations, the pumpkin spice candle burning on the fireplace in our living room. our home. together.

{s/o to @abiiors for the cutest prompts I'm having sm fun reading n writing them 🤭}

[schlattsdoll]

fratboy schlatt def the type to give you flowers on valentine's day. and also just completely spoils you on the day, giving you chocolates, stuffed animals and taking you out to a really nice restaurant that night.

also if your school is doing a thing where you can buy a teddy bear or smthn, best believe he's doing that for you.

on halloween the frat has a costume party and you INSIST on wearing a matching costume with him (don't know why my first thought was luigi and daisy but yeah). his brothers tease him bc he's become such a sap but honestly he doesn't care bc all he cares about is seeing how pretty you look in your costume <3

christmas gift exchanges usually take place before winter break but he'd for sure send another gift to your home address to make sure you had something to open on christmas day :((

we all know how much this man loves christmas, you going over to the frat house in november and seeing the christmas tree already up and it not going anywhere till march and you think it's the cutest thing bc it makes him so happy and smiley!!!!

-stella <3

ugh stella your brain!!!

holidays with fratboy schlatt <3

valentine’s day 🩷

you walk into class on valentine’s day and see your boyfriend smiling while there’s a bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk. there’s also a box of chocolates, and a small teddy bear. a handmade card is also there filled with sappy little things he loves about you and how much he loves you.

gets you a teddygram to come in class. he picks the BIGGEST one they have so you two need to stop at your dorm before going out for dinner

he picks a restaurant you two have been dying to try, something too fancy for a normal date night. that’s where he gives you a necklace with his name on it. “so everyone knows you’re mine.”

st. paddy’s day ☘️

going to a party before and after the local parade. having to babysit a very drunk schlatt who played several games of rattlin’ bog and other drinking games. “gotta keep my title as king baby.”

halloween 🎃

“c‘mon doll! we have to match?” he groaned walking the aisles of the the local spirit halloween. “yes jay we do! now think of something!”

he picked up a playboy bunny costume and said “why don’t you wear this?” “you really want me to wear a playboy bunny outfit for a frat party?” “fair point.”

now i know you said daisy and luigi but hear me out!!!! barbie & ken… the amount of shit he’d get from his brothers? UNMATCHED. they’d make lil whip noises as he walks out of his room in the mojo dojo casa house ken outfit. “look schlatts gone soft on us.” “start singing im just ken!” “go to hell, ‘least i have a girlfriend.” he’d remark to the ones who couldn’t keep a girl longer than two days.

he loves how pretty you look in the pink gingham dress from the opening of the movie. “now your nickname suits ya, doll.”

christmas 🎄

we know this boy loves the winter time !! going to the frat house to see him on november first and seeing a large christmas tree already up, and a very happy schlatt decorating it.

getting dressed up in matching pjs and watching christmas movies with hot coco together <33

going around to look at the christmas lights and take photos together. his new lock screen is of you two in an inflatable snow globe kissing as fake snow falls around you.

he’d buy you so many presents ugh he just wants to spoil you <3 remembers tho gs you said you wanted back in like july

sends you some to open on christmas morning to open. “since i can’t be with you now, a little gift for you. merry christmas doll, love jay.”

facetiming him wearing the hoodie he bought you in your size, so you didn’t have to steal his anymore (you still would). he’s wearing his and laughing that you’re matching.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Halloweeny Fic Titles Masterlist

Black Eyes - omgdatphantho

Summary: Dan just wanted a roommate. Phil’s looking for a vessel for his brother.

Cinderella, A Dinosaur, And A Lot Of Fake Blood - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Dan and Phil go Trick or Treating with their kids.

Dan and Phil’s Spooktacular Halloween Adventure (ao3) - WritingCactus

Summary: In the late hours of Halloween night, Dan and Phil wander off the path and find themselves in a place that would be perfectly at home in any strange dream… or nightmare. Will they make it back to the world they know before the night is over, or will they be trapped there forever?

Haunted House - doomedhowell

Summary: Teenage foursome having a sleepover at a haunted house. they try to freak eachother out by telling ghost stories and jumping out from behind things. but later that night things start getting really creepy and they all end up getting so scared they run out of the house screaming.

Holiday Horror (ao3) - phanmily

Summary: After scheduling a special holiday at a haunted Victorian house, Dan and Phil are about experience something they would never expect. How bad could exploring a restricted room possibly be? What about reading from a weird, old book that’s written in another language? I’m sure everything will be fine.

Homoerotic Vampire Make-Out Session (ao3) - husbants

Summary: It’s October 2015 and Phil wants to indulge Dan in a little festive vampire roleplay. Dan seemed to like writing “The Urge,” after all.

I’m Not Scared - cocktailaunt

Summary: Dan and Phil watch a scary movie together.

late night pumpkins (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: Phil doesn’t get editing until nearly half 1. He blames Dan and Halloween.

Never Trust a Ouija Board - phansomedevil

Summary: In which Dan and Phil have a ghost.

Picking Pumpkins (ao3) - scifi

Summary: Dan and Phil visit a pumpkin patch.

Promises From The Dark (ao3) - glitterhowell

Summary: Dan was so deeply in love with his boyfriend Phil he would do anything to be with him again. Even if that meant murder.

Scary Movie (ao3) - xDeathMelodiesx

Summary: Phil slips into little space while watching The Evil Dead and gets scared. Dan comforts him with a bath and snuggles.

Sugar, Sugar (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: Dan’s too little to go trick or treating by himself, so Phil goes with him.

Sweetest Halloween - irphanfic

Summary: Halloween is Phil Lester’s favourite holiday but his best friend Dan is not so keen on going trick-or-treating this year because of his braces. Will Phil manage to do something so Dan can enjoy Halloween this year too?

The Cutest Pumpkin In The Patch (ao3) - glitterhowell

Summary: Every time he does a video with Phil, Phil always feels the need to make it extra challenging. The thing is how do you make carving pumpkins more challenging? Dan’s not so sure he wants to know the answer to that.

The Haunting (ao3) - RacheyRagdoll

Summary: Dan is reluctant to waste his time visiting a haunted house attraction, but he gets more of a scare than he was bargaining for.

The House of Horrors (ao3) - alimacbrux

Summary: Phil really didn’t want to go to the House of Horrors again, but when his friends decide to drag him along, the haunted house has far more surprises than Phil had bargained for-and not always in a bad way.

The Monster Bunch (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Omega Dan and Alpha Phil take their kids trick or treating.

The Pumpkin, the Princess, and the Fairy Godmother - awesomesockes

Summary: It’s Halloween and Dan and Phil’s five year-old-daughter, Emily, wants to go trick-or-treating. But that might be a problem as Dan is stuck in a wheelchair. But Phil and Emily come up with a brilliant idea.

They Did the Monster Mash (ao3) - tellsfromhale

Summary: Dan and Phil decorate for Halloween.

Trick or Treat, Sweets for My Sweet (ao3) - glitterhowell

Summary: Daddy Phil takes little Dan trick or treating and the night doesn’t turn out as expected.

vampires will never hurt you (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan is embarrassed by his mistake of a Halloween costume, but not everybody has such negative feelings towards it.