#and thank you i really wanted to draw them dressed up for halloween

[selarina]

The Ken to whose Barbie?

-> Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Summary: He's supposed to be Ken this Halloween, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he looks the part. But you insist that he does. He's blonde, he’s literally named Ken, and he's just oh so very handsome.

Tags: halloween party, established relationship, fluff, smut, jealously, alcohol use, spit kink, oral sex (f!receiving), implied (m!receiving) oral sex, kisses on the feet, bath scene, aftercare, she/her pronouns used for reader, unedited

Word Count: 2.5k words

Author's Note: wanted to release this on Friday the 13th but I couldn't :/ Also, sorry the smut was quick. I was horny and then I got un-horny

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"Wow, don't you look... flamboyant."

Shoko walked towards him as Nanami barely smiled. He greets her with a small nod. In truth, he feels absolutely fucking ridiculous in this outfit of his. He's supposed to be Ken, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he exactly looks the part.

But you argued he does. He's blonde, he's named Kento, and he's oh so very handsome. Your words, not his. And so, of course, he agreed, albeit his reluctance.

“How have you been, Shoko-san?” Nanami inquires, hoping to divert her attention from his incongruous appearance.

"I've been good," she says, Shoko extinguishes her cigarette against the stone wall with an insouciant flick, her gaze sweeping from his exposed chest to the opulent fur draping him. "Did you lose a bet or something?"

"I do not engage in wagers," he says. "It's imprudent," he remarks.

Shoko smiles, ever so slightly. It's been years and yet some things don't change. She may not have an intimate understanding of him, not really, but she did know he would never show up in such an outfit, or in fact, any halloween outfit.

"It’s because of her, isn’t it?" Shoko probes.

He feels another of wave of chill wind hit chest, noticing the lack of a cigarette in her hand. Maybe she threw it in the bin while he was looking away. He doesn't say anything.

Shoko's expression changes now, and she smiles. He can't think of the last time he's seen her smile. She brings a hand up, placing it on his shoulder. “She’s a nice girl.”

“She is,” is all he says before Shoko pulls out another cigarette, as she vanishes back into the door.

There’s so many words to describe you, Nanami thinks. Nice is one that stands true, but it only really scratches the surface.

There’s so many words to describe you. So, so many but he can barely think of any as you walk towards him.

You're adorned in a tiny pink and white dress, the edges of your skirt just about hitting your upper thighs. And you're walking towards him with a sweet sweet smile. You look pretty.

"You look beautiful," he manages to utter as you draw near.

You leave a soft peck against his cheeks, "Thank you. You look beautiful as well," you move back to give his outfit a look.

"So, now you're taunting me. All after begging me to wear this shitty costume," he says.

"I didn't beg," you frown with a squint. You didn't beg. All you did was call him handsome, and he conceded.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," he says, as he holds out his hand for you, you stretch your hand out to loop yours into his.

Your free hand reaches for your phone, opening a QR code up, so the security could scan it.

"But you look handsome," you say as your hands shift from his forearms to his hand, as you pull him into the crux of the party. And so, he stops grumbling because as he's mentioned before — it's really all it takes from you.

The party scene is not quite what he expected, he was expecting chaos and sticky floor, but it's a bit lax and he can actually hear his thoughts out loud, even though he wishes nothing more than to turn them off now. Because you looks so fucking cute in your outfit, and every time you sit, your skirt rides up — just a little — to reveal your thighs, and he finds himself wishing he could just take you back home. He wants to leave.

No, he needs to leave.

Self restraint has always been one of Nanami's strong suits. But with you, it's always faded to dust.

His first kiss with you happened on a whim, it wasn't planned or anything. He saw you sitting outside on a park bench, on a normal forgettable park bench, and he thought you looked pretty. And so, he leaned in for a kiss.

He then met you days later for your third date, but he could barely let you get past your front door. The dinner reservation had gone to waste, but he just couldn't help himself, you looked too good in your dress.

"Let's leave," he says, bending down to whisper in your ears as you take a sip from your glass.

"What? No," you protest, a soft frown marring your features. "We just got here."

Mirroring your frown, he presses, "But I want to leave now."

He can't help but think about how unlike himself he sounds, he sounds like a child begging for a treat. You could sternly tell him you want to stay, and he'd listen, none too alike to a child.

"Hey," he hears a gruff voice from beside you.

It's a man, dressed in a military outfit, but neither of you know him, at least to his knowledge. He turns to look at you and he confirms the same because you're looking back at him with a similar expression.

"Can we help you?" you ask.

"I know you're dressed as Barbie," the man says. "But I think you're missing wings because you look like an angel."

Apart from the fact that the compliment is just too wordy. Nanami thinks he's pissed because this man has no etiquette, Nanami's hand had been clinging to your waist all night, so what made him think he could come over and hit on you?

But most of all, what pisses him off is that he's not wrong.

"Well, I'm Barbie and Barbie has a Ken so," you say, turning to him and he could swear your eyes twinkled just then.

The stranger persisted, with a chuckle, "Some Barbies have G.I. Joe boyfriends. You should ask my little sister."

Before you can respond, arms encircle your waist, pulling you close to Nanami. "Not this one." His words are curt and final, "Now, leave."

At that the G.I Joe guy's eyes widens, before he wordlessly takes his leave.

And that's all it takes from Nanami to take your glass from your hand before he leaves it on an unoccupied table with a loud clink. He guides your hand into his.

"We're leaving," he says plainly as you nod.

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Your hands slide to Nanami's neck, and you pull. Your jaw flex as your mouths move. You're so used to his languid movements, that his quick movements leave you reeling.

His torso is completely flush against yours as he lifts you off the ground, still kissing you as he walks to close the front door shut.

Your ankles hook around his back, his hands slide down to grip the undersides of your bare thighs.

It doesn't take too long for him to drop you onto your bed, he quickly takes fur coat off, as he's coming back down to kiss you.

You taste like mint cranberry with a tinge of alcohol remnants around your lips, he thinks.

You cart your fingers through his undercut, before tugging on the roots of the hair above. 

He parts away from you now, and this time he slows down. Not because he needs it, but because he doesn't always act this way, he's not always this harsh with his movements, he loves treating you with soft caresses and gentle grips, but there are times like this where you just bring out a different, more untamed side of him.

You take his headband off, as your hands stay on his hair, but this time you play with it, carding through. You know he's thinking, and you know what he's thinking about.

"Kento," you say, soft as a whisper.

He hums. "Are you jealous of the little G.I Joe man?"

Little.

"Why would I be jealous of him?" he asks, as though you've insulted him by implying so. He admits it pissed him off, he admits there is a strange, more concerning side of him that wishes he could keep you all to himself, that he could keep you away from eyes that could see your beauty, but truly, he doesn't worry about other people much. He has all his faith in you.

"It did annoy me," he says. He bends down, leaving a soft kiss forehead.

And that's the last of his softness for you today, he comes back up. "Open," he says, his thumb grazing over your chewed up bottom lip.

And you do, as you often do, your mouth opens, and your eyes stare up at him, wide and waiting with devotion he can only think of deserving at times like this.

Nanami purses his lips and hocks a glob of spit directly into your mouth, as you swallow.

He pushes your legs apart. He bends down, placing the softest kisses all around your neck, "You're so good to me," he says as you groan in tandem.

His hands move up and down, tracing inconsequential patterns before they go up to tug at the straps of your underwear before he pulls them down your legs.

Nanami moves back from your body, your skirt is bunched up to your waist, and you sit upright as you stare down at him in all of your half-naked glory. It takes merely one look at your face— your lips ajar, your hair mussed, your stare hazy — for him to decide he should be on his knees for you.

His knees hit the ground, and his hands come to hold your oustered foot.

His lips come down to press a steady kiss to the arch of your foot as he maintains a painstakingly unwavering eye contact with your eyes.

Slowly, his kisses move higher. He presses the second one just past your ankles, his lips touching the flexing muscles of your calves. With his kiss, your muscles relax.

And then he moves even more higher to the sensitive skin behind your knees, it's ticklish almost so your toes curl to suppress the sensation. And then finally, he settles, he dedicates some time, stopping to leave more than a few kisses to your inner thighs.

Now as his face remains near your inner thighs, Nanami can’t resist, and he sucks twin hickeys onto each side of your thighs. His thumb coming to trace his work of art, as his eyes come back to find your eyes. His brown eyes entrapping you in place.

For a solid minute, Nanami can't do nothing but stare at your pretty cunt. You refuse to squirm but every time he does this, it makes you feel squeamish and seen, you feel the need to kick off and run away. His warm breath dances over the sensitive skin, and you squirm — just a little, begging for the return of his mouth.

He smears his mouth against your cunt with open mouth kisses. Wet trails of his spit glister in the wake of his lips. He uses his fingers to pinch at your hood until your clit peeks out for him.

“You're so good to me Kento baby,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” Nanami asks. He likes hearing it every time, he asks you over and over and over again, until it's all you can seems to say.

You nod eagerly, "Yeah," you say with a soft gulp.

His hand continued to toy with your clit, your hips bucking greedily against the anchor of his hands at your hips, begging for more pressure, more, more, more. And it's just like him to give you more and beyond.

He moves in again — his tongue to his nose both buried in between your legs, as he laps and sucks on until finally your thighs start to show its very first quiver.

With that he moves, focusing his attention on your clit, he is persistent and needy in the way he moves, like he's a starved and depraved little thing. It's so unlike his usual self, so you commit it to memory every chance you get.

The foot that was once laying limp on his shoulder, now clenches, drawing him closer and closer by the neck with every move he continues to make. He can tell you are going cum soon.

It's the part he commits to memory— the way your hips arc, humping to get what you need to fly over the edge, as your eyes are shut with pleasure.

And you come into his mouth at one consequential contact, he relishes that familiar tang as he laps it all up.

He wipes his mouth with one hand and he looks up to you, you look at him and a quiet moment passes by, he can hear a vehicle outside, making it's way across the road.

And then you break out into soft chuckles, it comes out restrained because you're just so out of breath.

You move to the ground, your hand hitting the ground beside him, you're still breathing heavily as you force him to take your place on the bed.

Your hands settle on his thighs, as you caress it his high from over his pants. You look up, as you reach for his belt. "Your turn now, Kento baby."

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“Tell me why it annoyed you,” you murmur, punctuating your sentence with a small yawn.

The warmth of the bath makes him feel even more drowsy than he’s been feeling, but this feels too nice to wake up and make or even order dinner.

Nanami lies with his back propped in the bath, his knees are spread, sitting against the bathtub to fit your body. Your back lays warm and wet against his chest, and the crown of your head just below his chin. His hands hold your breasts in each palm, slowly caressing your nipples.

Maybe it's because he's feeling drowsy. Maybe it's because you've drained him of his all his energy tonight, but he speaks up. “I guess, I just want you all to myself sometimes."

"Of course, you do. I'm a catch," you say with a giggle.

Nanami tweaks your nipple, and you squeal. The water around him sloshes over the edge of the bathtub, drenching the mat as you move in his hold.

“You can be cocky sometimes,” Nanami says mournfully.

You laugh, and the vibration of your chest shifts your breasts in his hands. "I am yours though," you say. Sweet as you are, he feels like you have to say this to him, you have to reassure him constantly. He doesn’t think he could just know this, as blind faith or by the look in your eyes.

Nanami may look a man confident of his abilities and status, but with you, he thinks you could do so much better. You deserve more than half-truths, and repressed staggering feelings, and so he needs to hear it

"You are," he says. "I guess it's just odd then."

"It's not," your response is immediate. "I understand."

"You do?" he asks.

"Yeah, did you see the number of women looking at you today?" you say, and there's a hint of agitation there, and Nanami hates to admit it but it does something to him. To have this knowledge that you could even care that much for him.

"I didn't see them," he says moments later when you’re both in bed. You nestle in deeper against his chest, barely awake at all. I only see you.

"I know," you smile, and he feels it against his chest.

[7squidgy7]

✧.*100 follower celebration type thing*.✧

So, to celebrate 100 followers on tumblr, I decided to draw some fanart for people. This community is so sweet. Every one of these artists has inspired me in some way.

I'm really sorry for those I haven't made art for. I may make a part 2 one day for those I missed. Who knows.

This was a really nice way to try out different art styles while mixing them with my own.

Apologies for all the link later on. Want to explain the creative process a bit for those interested cause I put way too much effort into it to not mention.

Close ups below cut:

@donutfloats

Your arts so cute and soft, I love it. You have a great way of just expressing love through your art.

I was inspired by 2 of your pieces for this, the main one being the 3rd image for this post. The lambs dress is so pretty, I just knew I wanted to draw it flowy and dancing, and the second image I used is this post for the rendering style.

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@aniimoni

I really like your artstyle. The monochrome colours are delightful, as with the way you do lineart. while making this, I was thinking this is the perfect style to meld with mine.

I was inspired a lot by the axe and hammer drawings in this post. As a hammer lover, I decided to combine the 2 together.

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@teruuu

Something about your style is mischevios. Your rendering and lineart are just wonderful as well. You have a very distinctive style that matches mine quite well, i think.

I feel compulsion of the flesh Lamb and Narinder would give each other kisses on the hand but take a bite at the same time. They freaky like that. Based my rendering around this post and the previous draw you character here, I did. These are fun designs to draw.

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@poopylumpkins

I really like your vampire au something about it really spoke to me as a afab non-binary.

Lamb deserves to wear their own clothes and something about narinder helping with their makeup convinces me he'll help out.

if you're curious, i colour picked the background and shading from this post

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@olrinarts

This was a really fun style to draw. Something about how you draw these 2 is delightful. Love yuri narinder's eyes in particular.

Rock god yuri. What more can I say these are really good designs. Showed them to my friend, and they loved them.

Decided to have them dueting, while Narinder can't sing lamb can always pick up that role.

Used this post for the background and shading colours, and this is a kinda basis for the pose.

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@redcrowncafe

Really love you fic and art. I like to see the fic brought to reality through all the comics and art, which has a very pleasing look to the eye.

I have never struggled so much with an art style, fun challenge, but very different to my own.

Wanted to draw their Halloween costumes from this post. Lambert would definitely get too into the vampire costume and bite Nari at some point probably.

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@joffyworld

Just wanna say thank you so much for the reblogs and kind words. It gives me a lot of confidence in my work and is a genuine brightness in my day.

I wasn't sure what to draw you, so I thought I'd just show you a pic of my new one who waits figurine, that arrived recently. Its a little weird, I think an earlier design but cool none the less.

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[getmeoutofhell]

I DESPERATELY need more horror/slasher house content 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Groceries

slasher house x reader

“that shouldn’t be an issue. i don’t mind going to get the groceries while you clean up.” you nodded your head as you talked to hannibal. he had asked you to get the groceries while he cleaned up around the house, which with your kind nature you obviously agreed. in your opinion hannibal and daniel was definitely one of the more ‘calm’ people in the house if that makes sense. they were definitely the people you would go talk to if you had any problems going on, so of course if there’s a way for you to repay them, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“thank you y/n, i really appreciate it. to show my appreciation, i will make you your favorite dessert after dinner.” he slightly smiles at you, before handing you the grocery list. your eyes had lit up when he said dessert, so you knew today was gonna be a good day.

fast forward some time, and you’re back at the house with the groceries. you had to ask jason and michael to help you pack them inside but still, you got it done. after everything was settled, hannibal started cooking dinner, and which art had decided that it would be the perfect time for him to go fuck with hannibal in the kitchen. that’s not a good idea. as you go to retrieve him from the kitchen, you see hannibal smacking the back of arts head with his hand, yelling at him to get out. you tried not to laugh at the situation, but you failed miserably, busting out into laughter at the sight. you see art start pouting as he left the kitchen, with you following him. “art i keep trying to tell you, don’t go in the kitchen while he’s in there.” he rolls his eyes at your statement before wandering off back to the basement. he’s such a funny man.

it’s now 8pm and you are playing uno with the group in the living room. billy loomis was sitting on the left side of you, while jennifer was on the right. freddy placed down a draw 4 card and called red, causing billy to cuss out profanities and calling his move “unfair”. jennifer tells him to suck it up as he draws the card, making him snarl at her. “what the fuck am i supposed to even do?!?! this game is bullshit.” here goes patrick again, complaining about something no one asked him to even do in the first place. you shake your head, no even caring to respond to him. “well you ocd fuck, no one asked you to place in the first place.” freddy said, making some of the guys laugh at him. patrick then says that this game is for babies and throws down his cards then leaves the room. everyday you wonder about him.

after the game of uno with the group it was time for bed. well, bed for hannibal and will you should say, everyone else stays up till like fucking 3am or something. as you guys were watching a movie, you looked to the side of you and noticed valak staring at you…again. “what do you want?” you heard no response like usual. “anyways.” you turn your head back to the tv. “this movie is suck a classic.” said stu. you nodded your head in agreement. hopefully tonight you can convince art to take a bath, or maybe not who knows.

how could i forget to mention that its halloween!! that means people are out, killing. isn’t that great?? you dressed up as your favorite slasher and even gave them candy after bed time. (you probably shouldn’t have don’t that, considering that fact that brahms was up all fucking night.)

happy halloween from me!! 🎃

[urinarythreatinfection]

Since Halloween is just around the corner how would the straw hat crew react if reader dressed up as one of them for Halloween? (It could be Luffy or whatever straw hat crew member you think would be best?😅)

This was fun to make even if I kept getting stuck on it due to a bad mood. Also I couldn't decide on who so I asked an elder (my older brother) and he chose the swirly browed cook himself! Enjoy!

Fun(ny) Halloween

Sanji x Gender Neutral Reader. 1496 words. Platonic and co-starring the rest of the Strawhat crew.

October, a month of fall and most importantly, Halloween. There’s a problem though… you don’t know what to go as. You could pick a classic, vampire, mummy, some sort of animal or devil, but that’s boring. You want something cool but scary, easy to do would be a plus too. While thinking of this you’re suddenly jumpscared by Sanji bursting out of the kitchen onto the deck with food.

“Robin-chann!! I made the tea you asked for~~~~” He spins around and sets it down in front of her, swooning when she smiles at him with an elegant “Thank you.” Your hand goes to your heart, he’s always so passionate it’s startling.

‘Startling…’ An idea pops into your mind and you look at Sanji, he’s really just wearing a suit, right? It's mostly likely uncomfortable, but a regular suit is an easy thing to get! This is perfect, plans starting to form in your head as the day goes on. As soon as the Sunny docks at an island you run off, saying you have something to do that’s a surprise. Eyebrows you can just draw on, a blonde wig is easy to get too even if you have to style it a bit, now to get a suit. You walk into the store and look around, grabbing one and checking the price tag. Expensive! Sanji has good taste too so an accurate one to him would be even more than this… well it isn’t like you’re going to become him, you don’t need anything fancy. You get whatever suit is close enough to his and a regular dress shirt. For a tie, you could bribe Nami to borrow one from him. Perfect plan, you’re a genius. When you get back to the ship you borrow sewing tools from Usopp and a straightener from Robin since Nami would have charged you. Things are easy enough from there, adjusting the suit slightly to fit your body and cutting the wig. It isn’t… the best. Sanji is very well maintained, and you’re making this really late, but it’s enough to be recognizable as him.

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October, the month of- hell yeah it’s Halloween! You excitedly grab your costume, putting it on and making some final touches to look nice. You do look nice in a suit, almost everyone does, but this is a bit of a hassle. “How does he just wear this all the time?” You mumble to yourself while putting it on. Now that you think about it, having a full suit on is the most peculiar for a pirate to wear. No matter, this’ll only be for a day anyway. Only thing left is to go show everyone.

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“That’s your costume? Seriously? A mummy?” Nami, in a sexy farmer costume, says to Zoro. He’s just wearing bear ears and bandages on his face. “That’s the same as last year!”

“I’m a bear mummy this time, don’t you have eyes?” He points to the bear ears and Nami gives him a look of disgust. “You relaxing your face or something? Look a lot better like this.” Nami’s expression turns back to normal and Zoro flinches on purpose, causing her to kick him in the shin angrily. Chopper, who's dressed as a little ghost complete with a tenkan headband over the white sheet and black painted horns, runs around trying to catch a mechanical bee Usopp’s piloting. The sniper’s dressed as a beekeeper, but with actual mechanical bees in the hive on his back. He’s matching with Franky dressed as the queen, or king, bee. When Chopper catches it he strikes a pose and gives a “SUPER!!”

“Robin-Chwannn~ You look beautiful even in your costume.” Sanji swoons over Robin in her spider woman costume. No, not the superhero, an actual spider woman, she even grew arms on her back to keep the image. Brook goes to her as well, dressed as a magician.

“Yohoho~ Here’s my magic trick for two beautiful women.” He pulls two roses from his afro and gives one to her, then to Nami.

“You just pulled roses from your hair…” Usopp mumbles.

“Awee that was actually kinda sweet.” Nami admires the rose.

“Free of charge, though I do take panties as dona-” He gets hit on the head. Jinbe isn’t quite used to this sort of thing, but has learned his lesson about Nami already and chooses to silently sip his tea in his zombie costume courtesy of you and Luffy. Suddenly you walk out from inside the ship and Luffy, dressed as.. a pirate captain with a hook, notices you from his spot on the railing above.

“Huh? Sanji?” That brings attention to you, especially Sanji who turns around expecting for Luffy to ask him for food; instead seeing you dressed at him. He freezes with his mouth open, stopped in his tracks before he could yell at his captain that he was fed not too long ago.

“Oh. my. gods.” Nami stares at you and then bursts out laughing with Usopp. “Is this why you asked me to get a tie from h-him!?” She holds her stomach, bending down slightly as she laughs. You walk over to her.

“Well? Was it worth the investment, mademoiselle?” You say to her and she covers her mouth to muffle more laughing.

“Another shitty cook, this is a nightmare.” Zoro says in the background, which seems to snap Sanji out of it.

“Shut up, Mosshead!" They start to fight, the cook kicking down at Zoro as he blocks with his swords. Luffy keeps staring between you and Sanji.

“Wait, how are there two Sanjis?” He’s confused.

“One is clearly not me! How is this not obvious to you!?” The blonde points to himself, then motions to his whole body. Luffy stares at his face, then at yours. The both of you have swirly eyebrows.

“You have a twin? When did they get on the ship?” Sanji falls to his knees at Luffy’s obliviousness. “Which one of you is Sanji?”

“I’m Sanji.” You say with a charismatic smile, putting your hand on your face and flicking your hair.

“Ohhh okay.” Luffy nods.

“Don’t just believe them!” The real Sanji yells.

“I’m gonna pass out…!” Usopp clutches his chest, getting lightheaded from laughing too hard. Sanji looks at everyone laughing and gets a little bummed, you walk over to him.

“Well? How do I look? I actually worked pretty hard on this, though I don’t look as cool as you.” Sanji’s ears perk up from your compliment.

“Cool?” He pries for more of them.

“Yeah, you always look really put together. This helped me realize how tiring it must be to almost always have a suit on. It kinda makes me admire you.” His eyes twinkle and he smiles, trying to keep it calm and charismatic rather than overly happy.

“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” Nami mumbles to herself while trying to imagine having to wear a suit all the time. Sanji catches it immediately; but so do you. Right as he runs to her you follow suit and copy his swooning.

“Nami-Swann~! You really think so~~!!?” He finishes his statement and turns to you, shock on his face. Nami shivers a little.

“Yikes. Maybe the costume is more scary than funny.” She says and Zoro nods.

“Sorry, your behavior is kind of predictable.” You admit to Sanji, who’s feeling conflicted between liking that his love for women is known and being ashamed that he’s this predictable. Chopper puts a hoof on his leg for comfort, but he’s shaking slightly from also trying not to laugh. The cook turns to Robin right as you do.

“Robin-channnn do you think i’m pre-” He stops and so do you, then falls to his knees again. Robin can’t help it and tries to turn her head and muffle a small laugh with her hand, though it’s still heard. Luffy, who started laughing too, stretches down from where he was hanging and onto Franky.

“Sanji and Sanji, do it again!” He cheers for an encore, raising his arms up. It doesn’t make Swirly Brow feel much better.

“You’re still a better cook than me. I can’t copy your talents.” You crouch down to Sanji’s level but he looks away, pouting and upset that he’s the butt of the joke. “Y’know I wouldn’t have put this much effort into the costume if I was ashamed of you.” You stand back up and strike a pose. “So why don’t you teach me some tricks so I can make this more accurate?” This seems to cheer him up and he stands, looking around. Well, these are his friends, and it’s not like it’s unfunny.

“Well,” He clears his throat. “your hair isn’t parted correctly.” His hands go to your wig and smooth it out as you smile back. If the people he cares for are happy, so is he.

“I think they look better.” Zoro states and Sanji attacks him. Zoro is the exception.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 4

pairing: witch!wanda x fem!reader

summary: trick or treat? definitely a treat!

warnings: smut!!!, dark!wanda, dubcon!!, anal, overstimulation, edging, grooping, kinda voyeurism, inserting tentacles, over all dark themes! if you find anything else - I’ll add it!

words count: 3.6k

an: to be honest im not really sure what i did here, umm this fic was written with the biggest block ever, so I do apologize, also it wasn’t proofread, so yeah

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"I´m coming! Just a minute," was heard on the other side of the door as soon as you knocked. Every second bring your body more anxiety, so you try to shake it off by fidgeting with your ring.

After few minutes the door finally opens - and a pretty tall lady, with red hair and aboslutely georgous black dress smiles at you. Your eyes scan her whole look under a second and you look back into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, glisten with a captivating emotion. Her gaze is drawing you in with a mysterious charm. These stunning green eyes seem to reflect the beauty, but also the mystery that comes with the readhead infront of you.

"Trick or treat!" you say as you smile back at her.

"Oh sweetheart," now it´s her turn to look you up and down. Her smile is raplaced by a confusion. "um... and what are you supposed to be?" The redhead tilts her head.

"I- uh a witch." You try to answer with confidence, as you bring your wand up to show her your full fit.

You wouldn´t win an award for the best costume this Halloween, but you tried and everything is homemade, so you should definitely get some bonus points for that. Full black outfit with some spider webs around your torso sounded like a good idea, but maybe it was really hard to tell who are you trying to be.

"Oh- i see now." She nods, but you can see the disappointment in her face. She throws some candy into your bag, but you notice right away that it was only a licorice sweets, which is the worst thing she could give you. "Where is the rest of your group?" She asks as she looks behind you as if she´s waiting for someone else to come.

"Uh... it´s just me. No one wanted to go with me, since they think my outfit sucks." You sigh as you look down, deep down feeling like they might be right.

"Oh no, sweetheart. None of that." She steps closer and her soft fingers touches your chin, lifting it for you to make eye contact with her. "How about I´ll help you with your outfit and at the end of the night you´ll have every candy you ever dreamed off?" Her fingers gently caressing your chin.

"Really?" Your eyes spark with excitement. So much excitement.

"Come on in." The redhead let go of your chin and steps away from the door so you can come inside.

"Thank youuu-" Your eyes met hers again.

"Please call me Wanda." She smiles.

"Thank you, Wanda." You smile back.

As you come inside you can notice that her house is magnificent, everywhere you look you can see architectural details and many ornate decorations, especially on the stairs. It feels kinda like a labyrinth of richly hued tapestries, ornamental vases, and mirrors that capture the light just perfectly. Every corner of the house is a organized, with towering bookshelves that look like a billion dollars worth collection of books, with lots of knowlage in them. The overall ambiance is like a old charm, a sensations of history and elegance. To be honest you wouldn´t be shocked if an 150 old lady lived here, not a beautiful young lady like Wanda.

"Ohh so you like witches too?" You look through her library, reading some of her book titles.

Spells - and everything that comes with them, Spreading your power, Flying around the world: positions, Potions - third edition (extremly addicting)...

Wanda hums as she watches you being interest in her books. "I wrote most of them myself." She says, her voice was still sweet, but you could hear the little harsh tone she added to it, raspy growl with an accent, once subtle and charming, and now pronounced and intense. But you couldn´t put the accent anywhere, maybe somewhere in Europe? East? West? You really didn´t know where to point.

"So you´re an author?" You turn to her.

"You could say that, yeah." Wanda nods.

"That is so cool," you mumbled as something weird and pitch black caught your eye. It was a really dark book, more like a journal that definetly had some history, "what´s that?" you took it from the shelf.

"That is a something like my personal journal." The readhead steps closer to you.

"Oh sorry, I didn´t meant to invade your privacy!" Her hand fall on yours as you wanted to put the book back, where you took it.

"It´s okay, I don´t have any secrets. You can read it." Wanda smiles again.

As you open the book you notice that even her handwriting is so neat and beautiful. It suits her somehow, but as you continue to flip the pages her writing went from tall and pretty to harsh and short. Reading few sentences seem like a good idea, since you had Wanda´s approval. Your face went from smile to confussion real quick. But then it hit you. The woman infront of you you, known as Wanda, is a witch. Despite this revelation, you find yourself not scared but rather intrigued by the truth.

This whole time Wanda was looking at you, waiting for you to speak first.

"So... you´re also a witch?" You try to ease the situations by a joke.

"Also?" She chuckles. "Darling, this poor outfit looks on you more like a trash bag then a costume." Her words hurts. More than you want to admit.

Is my outfit really that shitty?

"Do you want an honest answer, sweetheart?" She steps closer.

Oh so she can read minds now, great.

"I can do more than just read minds." Her accent is very strong by now.

"I- can you not read my mind?" You look at her, noticing she got really close to you.

"Your thoughts are really loud, sweetheart. It´s kinda hard to resist." She almost whispers.

Are they? I can´t think- how do i stop thinking? Oh she´s really close. I don´t mind that. Fuck. (Y/N), not now. I would take her. On a walk, definetly on a walk. No in other way.

Wanda just laughs at your poor tries at calming down your thoughts. "Im glad you´re not afraid of me. That will ease things."

What things? Am I afraid? No. Maybe a little. Who knows? She does.

"Well helping with your new outfit, silly. Which will also help you make more sweets throughout the night."

"Oh! Right!" You nod, immediately following her to her living room, you guess.

You both enter the living room, a space illuminated by the warm, flickering light of few lit candles. Your eyes caught a few wine glasses, each bearing the mark of different shades of lipstick on the enormous wooden table. However, your attention remains fixed on Wanda, who is eager to assist you in making your new Halloween costume.

"Sit over there and I´ll bring some stuff." Wanda smiles and with that she leaves the living room.

You get bored very easily so not even after two minutes you´re on your feet again, glancing around the room. Your eyes are drawn to a paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas is a totally different theme. A dark landscape with rolling hills and a small lake makes you to step into its peaceful scene. Beside it, a bold, abstract burst with vibrant colors, evoking a sense of energy and excitement, which is something you definitely wouldn´t put in a place like this. The figurative portrait of a dark figure seems to watch over the place, which freaks you out a little, since you feel like it´s watching every single one of your steps, even though you can´t really see its face. As you watch these paintings, you don´t even hear Wanda come back.

"I thought I told you to sit over there." Her tone was once again very harsh, which made you feel like a kid that didn´t listen to their mother.

"Sorry, I was just admiring art." You shrug as you sit back, where you were in the first place.

Wanda didn´t say anything, she just started to take things from her bag and list through a book. "Here it is! This will definitely earn you bags full of sweets." She looks at you. "If you´re still in?"

"Yes, of course!" You nod and before you even fully stand up Wanda push you back down with her magic. "Oh wow, that was... so cool." You smile as you notice the red mist flying around.

Wanda smiles at your fascination and comes closer to you. "I need you to close your eyes and trust me, can you do that?" She tilts her head.

"Yes, Wanda. I can do that, if I´ll have a lots of sweets by the end of the night, I will do it!" Your eyes are sparking with bigger excitement than before as you imagine all the chocolate you will eat.

"Okay." She helps you lay down on the couch, which feels really soft on your skin and it makes you close your eyes instantly. "Good, just no matter what, I need you to have your eyes closed, I want it to be surprise." Wanda´s whispers trailing right down your spine.

"I love surprises, I will keep my eyes closed, I promie. Pinky promise!" With your closed eyes you held out a pinky. Almost punching her in the face, but she quickly dodge it. Wanda just smiles at your antics and extends her pinky to make a promise with you.

It took you one more shift on the couch to feel fully comfortable. "I´m ready." You mumble to let Wanda know, even though she can read your mind. Right after the magic start to float around once again.

You feel a lot of silly sensations right away, it feels like a tickling, which in fact makes you giggle out loud. "Tickles!" You say between the laughs.

"I know, it will be just a minute, darling." She smirks, knowing that the tickling feeling is just her magic taking your clothes fully off. At the same time Wanda reagulates your body tempeture with her spells, so you don´t feel even the slightest changes.

The ticklings stops and you fully relax on the couch again, taking a deep breath in and out. Nothing is happening for a few minutes, so it´s very tempting to open your eyes and look what´s going on.

Did she left? Um... should I-

"Absolutly not! If you can´t keep your eyes closed I´ll help you with that too, since I believe you can´t do anything on your own." Wanda scoffs and slides a blindfold over your head. Even if you tried opening your eyes now, you would see pitch black.

The spells and magic start to float around again, red mist tangling around your body. Wanda just sits in her fluffy chair on the other side of the living room. Glass with red wine in her hand as she watches you with hunger in her eyes.

As you open your mouth to talk, you let out a moan. You suddenly feel a warm rush of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks turning a shade of crimson. It's as if a spotlight has been directed on your momentary lapse, and you can sense the weight of her eyes on you. You fumble for words and wish for a way to disappear into the floor, but the awkwardness lingers.

You feel something touching your body, something that is soft, yet very hard. A delightful sensation begins to spread across your entire body, as if invisible hands are gently caressing your skin. It's like a soothing, expertly executed massage, relaxation and comfort. This wave of bliss sweeps through you, releasing tension and stress with every touch, and you surrender to the embrace of calm that envelops you.

What the hell is that?

"What is what, darling?" Wanda asks, you can hear her voice on the other side of the room, so she can´t be the one touching you. "Oh that? It is just measuring spell, for your outfit to fit perfectly, sweetheart."

"O-okay." You kinda whine out. "I thought that-"

"Oh don´t be silly!" She laughs. "Just stay still." She adds with her raspiness again.

You´re staying still as much as you can. The sensations coursing through your body are unraveling the knots of tension that once held you captive. Muscle melting into a state of pure relaxation. Each touch seems to release a sigh of relief from deep within, and you sink further into a state of blissful repose. "I need you to be relaxed, otherwise it´s not going to fit, darling." Wanda adds.

Fit? Fit what?

"All the accessories." Once again she answer your inner question.

Wanda felt like you were ready and like you can and will take whatever she give you as a addiction to your costume.

You can feel something spreading your legs a bit and moving you little of the couch. The warm feeling never leaving your body, it´s the other way around actually, it´s just increasing. It’s weird how come you can feel a touch all around your body, when Wanda is on the other side of the room. You can hear her cutting out some cloth and time to time her soft humming.

"Oh my god-" you yelp as you can feel something wet between your legs.

How come I´m this wet? Did I pee myself? Oh my god! What is going on?

"Everything okay, darling?" Wanda asks as she´s looking at your hips, slowly going up and down. Your pussy is leaking and she didn´t even touch you.

"Yes! All good!" You´re hoping you´re just feeling things, but Wanda would already say something if things wouldn´t be okay. So it is just silly feelings. Oh you know what it is, it´s the little axienty from being blindfolded, now it make sense. You’re just anxious.

Wanda listen to your thoughs as she´s having the time of her life. It´s time for the actual fun to begin. She extends her hands, conjuring four crimson, ethereal tentacles of pure energy. These serpentine tentacles undulate, glowing with the passionate and dangerous red hue, slowly extending toward their target, you. It's a captivating display of Wanda's magical skills, a vivid manifestation of her power.

As each of them lay on you, you can feel a little wetness, that sticks to you right away. It feels... good. Really good. Whatever measuring device this is, you want to feel it in you-

'Your wish is my command' is Wanda´s first thought. One of the tentacles are slowly teasing you on your inner thighs. Moving slowly up and down your leg. "I need to measure your thighs, darling. Just to make sure your costume is the perfect size. Just give me a moment." She say from the other corner of the room, sipping on her wine.

How come I can feel her, when she´s over there?

Your thoughts are quickly swap away as you feel something really hard enter your already drenched pussy. And before you can think things through, you felt absolutely nothing in your head, just pleasure. The world seems to align perfectly with Wanda´s and yours desires, creating a warm and euphoric feeling, gentle you could say. Or moan at the current state your in.

You feel like your in a dream. A very good one may Wanda add.

The enormous thing is going in and out of you like it was nothing. Wanda´s eyes are on you as she watches in awe how you didn´t resist at all. How naive you´ve been the whole time. How come little thing like you survived for such a long time in this cruel and scary world by yourself? It´s a miracle and Wanda already knows she can´t risk your well being any much longer. It is just the right time for someone to take care of you. And she´s doing a really good job at it.

As you think nothing can make you feel better, you feel the same wetness that is going in and out of you, sliding up and down your ass. Subconsciously you move, so your in better position for whatever is coming. And trust Wanda, there is always something coming.

It´s way slower and more gentle. Your mind is waiting only for one thing, a slight push. But Wanda wants to tease you for little bit, she wants your body to beg for it, when your head is too foggy to do so. You don´t feel embarrassed anymore, you don´t care. You need everything that Wanda will give you.

Wanda is still sipping on her wine as she watches you struggle, but she is feeling generous tonight, especially when she found you in this poor state, scared, weak, but mostly alone with no one who would saved you, but that will change, starting tonight at this moment.

She let her magic finally push in. As one tentacle is going in and out your pussy at the speed of light, the other one is sliding out of your ass so slow, that you start to move your hips for more. The third tentacle is slowly making its way to your clit, making you feel overstimulated.

And if Wanda was afraid you´ll be overthinking too much, now she knows you won´t ever think again. The sight of you, ruining her expensive couch with your juices is something she will make you do often. Because this is what you´ve been made to do.

You´re close and your voice is cracking from all the screaming you did tonight, Wanda finally stands up, putting her glass on the table and walks over to you, her hand finally touching you and going up and down your stomach as her red tentacles doing their own job. When her hand touches you, it's like a soothing embrace, that is also very harsh. You can feel the warmth radiating from her touch. In that moment, the outside world fades completly away, leaving you with the sensation of her touch.

She knows your close and she would love to see you fall apart, but she knows she can´t rush things. So after few squeezes of your tits and light pinch to each of your nipples, she stops. Completely. Everything. All of her magic disappearing and she makes a step back.

If you´d had any energy left you would scream, but right now, you´re just shaking on her couch. As the cold sensation envelops you, it's as if a thick dark fog descends upon your mind. The chill seeps into your thoughts, causing confusion and a sense of detachment. This cold, fuzzy feeling blurs your senses and creates an unsettling disconnect from the warmth and clarity you once knew. This is totally different from your fuzzy mind before, because at that time you were in pleasure, but now? You don´t have even that.

After a few minutes of you just laying there Wanda takes off your blindfold and you´re back in some clothes, that feels very soft. You blink a few times.

"What´s wrong, darling? You don´t like the new costume I made you?" She shushes you and wipe your falling tears. You look down, touching your new outfit, that honestly looks way better than the one you made yourself. You've got a long, black, flowing dress and a purple cloak with cool silver designs next to you. "I assumed you wouldn´t want a hat, since you didn´t had one earlier. But I made you this..." She gave you a small version of her pitch black journal.

"I- um..." You´re still shaken up from what happened before.

But what even happened before?

"You fell asleep, silly. It was hard to put those on, but look at you now!" Wanda smiles.

I slept?

"You had an intesne dream?" Wanda looks at you with concern and all you could do is just nod.

After a few minutes of complete silence Wanda comes back with a big bag full of sweets.

"Oh my god!" And your little mind is now occupied with sweets. Everything is good now.

"It´s all yours... like I´ve said. Your new outfit will make you bag full of your favorites." Wanda smiles and hands you the bag.

"Oh my god, thank you!" You take it without a beat.

"No, I thank you, darling. You know where to find me if you want more." Wanda winks and you feel this ache between your legs.

"I- uh huh." You nod once again.

As Wanda closed the door behind you, she knew right away, that you will be back soon. She needs you to come back by yourself, if she captured you now, it wouldn’t do a single good. And till that time, her magic will follow you everywhere, to make sure her new thing is safe. And that your mind is always occupied by really important things.

Wanda comes into the living room to clean, she looks at the couch that is still very wet and as she´s in her head a group of people appears behind her.

"How the hell do you always do this, Maximoff?" A tall blonde asks with jealousy in her voice.

"You always have the most naive ones and they literally come to you!" Other lady snarks.

Wanda smiles and turns around. "Well I think that this one will be open for some sharing. Literally." She smirks at her own joke.

Knock knock.

Wanda opens the door and to her surprise it´s you.

"Hai, um... i was thinking- I really like this one chocolate, but i found only one in the bag you gave me so uh, do you have maybe another one? I can trade it for something!" You smile at her.

Wanda is just looking at you with smile on her face. As you came way sooner and she doesn’t know what to say.

"Of course! We have plenty of those here and we will happily trade it with you for something else!" The blonde one almost pushed Wanda out of the way.

"Great! Thanks!" You happily walked back in.

Let´s just say, that after that night you had every sweet you ever wished for. And they had their own.

Oooof this was something. I need to get my writing spirit back, cuz this ain’t it.

Anyways thank you for reading!!!

[storiesfromafan]

Halloween Carnival - Benny x Reader

A/N: just a cute one-shot for Halloween 😊

“Would ya calm down! Ya look fine” Fran said with a sigh.

“I don't know! You sure I don't look stupid?” You questioned adjusting the black witches hat on your head.

Fran groaned in annoyance. “Ya don't look stupid. It's Halloween, a lot of people – children and adults – will be in costume. So cool it, will ya!”

You kept the retort you wanted to say to yourself. You were grateful she was willing to have you join her, her boyfriend and possible other friends at a carnival on this occasion. The idea of being home, handing out candy was sad. As your ex wouldn't be sitting around home. No, he'd be out with your ex friend.

Yes, they went behind your back and cheated together. Yes, you had been devastated. Yes, you still hurt from it. But thanks to those who stuck by you, you have managed to pull yourself back together. Only missing a piece or two, along with a few minor cracks left.

Back to the current situation. Fran was pulling you into the grounds of the carnival by your linked arms. Being that your decision to join her was so last minute, all you could do was find the witches hat on your head, and wear a portrait collar swing dress – as you’d come from your secretary job – and small heels. While Fran had worn a black off the shoulder top, tight black pants, kitten heels and cat ears. Obviously she was a black cat; alluring, flirty and sexy. Which made you a little jealous.

“There’s Cal!” She practically screamed.

The Vandal she was seeing seemed like a nice guy from what she had told you, and very laid back. But could use a good scrub, most of the Vandals could use a good shower. Fran dragged you over, before releasing you to throw herself at the guy she called her man. He happily wrapped his arms around her as they shared a kiss. You turned your gaze from the pair, not wanting to intrude in their moment. That was when you noticed the blonde next to Cal.

He had sandy blonde windswept hair. The most alluring blue eyes and fullest lips. He looked pretty clean, possibly he took decent care of himself. He was smoking a cigarette, not seeming to notice you. Which you didn’t mind, for you were enjoying looking at Mr Good Looking.

“Cal this is (Y/N)” Fran introduced, drawing you back to the couple.

“Hey” Cal said with a nod of his head. “That’s Benny”.

Benny... you thought glancing back to Mr Good Looking.

Yet, your breath caught in your throat when your (colour) eyes bet those alluring blues of his. It was like Benny was looking at you, really looking at you. And it was a little unnerving. No guy had looked at you with that intensity before. Men looked at you and took you for face value.

“So, are ya a good witch or a bad witch?” Came the deep, husky voice from Benny’s full lips.

You looked at him in confusion, before the penny dropped. You looked at the rim of your hat. “Oh...I don’t know” you replied touching the hat on your head before looking back to Benny. “Last minute costume”. Of course you nervously laughed, instantly regretting it.

Fran laughed. “I’d say dear (Y/N/N) is a good witch. As she’s too good for her own good”.

You flushed in embarrassment. Words dying on your tongue.

“Don’t worry Doll" Came Benny, bringing your gaze back to him. “I like good witches" and he winked.

You blushed at Mr Good Looking’s words and wink. Not expecting that from him. Softly clearing your voice you turned from him and took to looking around. You noticed just about all the visitors to the carnival were wearing costumes, some full on while others minuscule. You’d be one of the minuscule ones. Yet both Cal and Benny didn’t bother dressing up. Each to their own.

“Come on!” Said Fran pulling on Cal's arm, “let’s go have some fun!”

Cal let her pull him along, chucking at his girls enthusiasm. You smiled at the two of them. Glad she was happy with the Vandal. While you were single and not really ready to mingle. You needed time to work through the break up, and how hurt you had been finding out your ex had cheated on you, and with someone you had called a friend. It had been just over three months, and you were doing good. Each day you felt a little better, and more put together.

Following Fran and Cal, you could sense Benny walking behind you. Not to mention spotting other Vandals around. Well they were entitled to fun. You smiled as a few kids ran past you, making you abruptly stop. They apologised and continued to run off. You shook your head before continuing on. Except Fran came up to you with a serious face, Cal right behind her.

Placing her hands on your shoulder, she held you at arms length. “Don’t look now" – words that never should be mentioned, as one always looks – “but he and it are here”.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, not understanding what Fran was going about. But then you heard its laughter, and your eyes moved to find both your ex boyfriend and ex friend a head of you, in your walking path headed right for them. They were at a ring-toss, he was trying to win her a prise. Henry was just wearing his usual clothes but had a scary mask resting on the end of the games frame. Mary was dressed up 50s pin-up model, always the attention seeker.

You turned your gaze back to Fran, and unease settled inside you, and must have shone in your eyes. As she gave you a sympathetic look. “We can turn around and go the other way" she offered.

But even though you felt unease, scared and sad. You also didn’t want to give them that power over you. You shook your head. “No”.

Fran smiled at you, pride shining in her eyes, before darting behind you. Then you saw it. The cogs in her mind working over time. A smirk formed on her lips, and that was when you knew she had come up with a plan. Grabbing your arm, Fran turned you around and you both took a few steps to Benny. Cal still following behind you both, not entirely worried.

“Oh Benny~” Fran sang. “Any chance ya'd do us a favour?”

Looking between you both, Benny had a look of dread on his gorgeous face. “Ah...”

“Look Benny, I need you to pretend to be (Y/N)’s date, maybe even her boyfriend" stated Fran with a determined look. “What ya say? Help a girl out and give a big f' you to a cheatin’ prick?”

You flushed in embarrassment. Couldn’t believe how she put it and the choice of words. “F-Fran! You can’t ask that of-”

“Sure" Benny cut you off with a cool, airy reply.

You stood there stunned. Fran smiled brightly before jumping up and down. “Thank you!” She said with joy.

She then turned and went back to Cal, who wrapped an arm around her. You were watching Benny. Still surprised he was so willing agreed to help and go along with Fran's crazy plan. You’ve never been good at lying, and now you had to play happy couple with the gorgeous Vandal.

Benny stepped up to you, stormy blues looking at you, studying you. With a call from Fran, you silently turned around to her and her Vandal, as they began to head towards where your ex was. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you began to follow them. Benny came up on your left side, which had you on alert. Not to mention with every step you got closer to Henry and Mary, your heartbeat picked up, your stomach in knots. Soon your breathing grew uneven with your nerves.

Then a large warm hand was on your lower back, the owner leaning in close to you. “It’s alright Doll. Take a deep breath, and let it out" instructed Benny, voice low so only you  could hear.

You followed his instruction. Deep breath in, and slow release. Deep breath in, and slow release. You did that a few more times. You could feel yourself calming down till you were almost back to normal. But the most surprising of it all was that Benny’s hand was still on your lower back, and how grounding it felt. Usually you would feel uncomfortable and uneasy, but Benny didn’t give you those feelings.

“Better?” He asked softly. You nodded. “Good". And Benny gave you a sweet smile.

The way he smiled, your stomach flipped. You hadn’t experienced such a reaction since – well you can figure it out. Turning back to your companions, you could still feel Benny’s gaze on you. And of course this was the moment you wanted to avoid.

“(Y/N)?” Came an all too familiar male voice. A voice you had at one point waited with baited breath to hear, and could listen too till you fell asleep.

You looked over to Henry and Mary, who was clinging to the males arm like she wanted to drag him away. He had an unsure smile on his face, a face you’d once stared at dreamily. But now wanted nothing more then to slap hard. Henry’s eyes darted from you, to Benny at your side. A look of surprise and than annoyance crossed his face. You didn’t respond, weren’t sure if you should or how too.

“Ah, it’s good to see you" Henry said, filling the silence. “W-who’s your friend?”

You had been silent, but when your brain finally kicked in, you were about to speak. But someone beat you to the punch.

“I’m Benny" came the deep, husky voice beside you. “I’m her man. Who the Hell are you?”

A look of disbelief washed over not only Henry, but also Mary. Who seemed to began to eye up Benny. That didn’t sit well with you. In fact, this moment was a harsh reminder of how she acted when meeting Henry. She had eyed him off at the time, and you hadn’t thought much of it, thinking she was just being a concerned friend. But ultimately she was planning to steal him from you.

“H-her man?!” Came a stunned Henry. “You’re with a Vandal!?”

Benny shrugged. “Ya got a problem? Or do ya want one?”

Henry took a step back, taken back by the underline threat. His eyes shooting to you, silently asking you’re fine with this? Again you stayed silent. Part of you actually beginning to enjoy his reaction to Benny. Wondering if how prideful you were feeling was how one should feel about a protective partner? Not that Benny was not really your man. But he was doing a good job playing the part.

Feeling a surge of power you didn’t have before, you looked to Benny before back to Henry and Mary. You smiled sweetly, almost sickenly. “Benny’s the perfect man for me. Perfect mix of gorgeous and dangerous”.

The disgusted, yet jealous look upon Henry’s face felt good. The hand on your back was pressed firmer to you, a silent approval from Benny. Fran was snickering while Mary looked at you with anger.

“Well I’m glad you found the right man for you" Mary began, her voice laced with sugar as she moved to wrap an arm around Henry’s waist. “I know I’ve got a good man, such a true man”.

Well that was it. That flipped a switch in you that you didn’t know existed. You scoffed. “Yeah, he was true alright. A true scumbag. But I guess there’s always two in a bunch”.

And with that, you placed an arm around Benny’s waist before moving, and he happily followed your lead. You could hear Fran's cackling, no doubt from your outburst but possibly the looks on their faces. You secretly hoped they were seething, and would have the audacity to say something to you. You hoped for it. For you’d been holding it all in for too long, and her saying Henry was true – like he, they, were loyal. Both were far from it. Snakes in the grass that found each other.

You sighed once free from the situation. Relieved to be away from the two lowest people you ever met.

“Ya alright? Feel better?” Asked an amused Benny.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed. “Ah, a bit actually...” then you laughed, bringing your free hand up to cover your mouth.

Benny beamed, guiding you over to a picnic table. Untangling from each other, a new wave of embarrassment after realising how easily you put an arm around him. You took a seat while Benny went to get you both a drink. Left alone you took the time to think over what just happened. The you three months ago would never have been able to do what you just did. And part of it was due to Benny’s presences beside you, his hand on your back comforting you.

Benny returned with a soda for you, which you thankfully accepted and took a big sip. Not realising how dry your mouth was. He chuckled at your actions. By now Fran and Cal finally joined you. She was grinning like a mad woman, pride shining in her eyes. And she gushed over how proud she was of you, as she took a seat next to you. You waved her off, but Fran wouldn’t have it. She sang your praises. All the while both males stood near by, having a cigarette and watching you both.

Benny had to admit seeing you stand up for yourself was a surprise. He’d thought you were a shy kind of person. But you proved him wrong. And the way you took them down with your words, it was a bit of a turn on. Sure, when he saw you Benny thought you were beautiful. But seeing the fire and bite, he was definitely intrigued by you. But was it the same for you, he wondered.

Eventually you all moved on, choosing to enter the haunted house, which wasn’t that scary. After that a few games. Cal was trying to win at a different ring-toss, while you and Benny were at the bottle game. He was getting you to try and throw his last baseball, but you laughed shaking your head. I can’t knock them down. But Benny wouldn’t have it. Standing behind you, he placed the ball in your hand before taking hold of your hand. You stiffened at how he took charge, and was so close.

“Ya got this" he whispered in your ear. “Ya gotta believe in yourself more".

With that, Benny moved your arm into a throwing position. With a few test movements, on the third one, he instructed to release. You did as he said, the ball flying and hit the top bottle and one below it. They fell, which excited you. Unfortunately not winning anything. But you felt good none the less.

“Told ya" mused Benny before he moved away from you.

He paid for another round, only this time Benny was determined to win you something. But before he threw a ball, he glanced at you. You were watching the bottles, waiting for him to throw, a small smile on your face.

“Say, what was the deal with that guy and girl?” Benny wasn’t stupid, he knew you’d been cheated on. But he wanted to know the full story.

Your eyes shot to Benny, wide like you were caught in headlights. “A-ah well...”

Softly he smiled at you, “it’s alright if ya don’t want to talk about it...”

God bless him, you thought. You relaxed at his words. “Mary was my friend before I ended up with Henry. I should have seen her looking at him, plotting how she’d steal him. But eight months a go they started cheating on me with each other” you sighed. “I caught them three months ago, at a friends engagement party...outside in the back of his car...”

Shocked crossed Benny’s face, then anger. “Sorry ya had to see them like that...what assholes".

You blinked a few times, but then you laughed. “Yeah they are".

Smiling at your laugh, Benny turned back and threw the baseballs. And successfully knocking down all the bottles.

“We have a winner!” called the attendant, before he moved to retrieve Benny’s prize.

He had won a large stuffed bear, that had the cutest face and a large poke dot bow around its neck. As soon as Benny took the large stuffed toy, did he turn and hand it to you. You were surprised, and smiled softly as you accepted the bear.

“Thank you" you said with a joyous tone.

“Its nothin” he chuckled.

Your heart skipped a beat from the sweet gesture from the man before you. Benny was sweet and kind, not what you’d expect from a bike rider. But you were glad to be proven wrong. Looking past Benny, you saw your ex's, who both shot you dirty looks. Yet you just smiled happily and moved to link arms with Benny, before moving to Fran and Cal. And explaining to Benny why you had did what you did, and he just smiled.

The four of you continued to walk around, grabbing some fairy floss or other snacks. As well as talking and laughing. You even met other Vandals and hung out with them.  You were having a good time, just what you needed right now. You felt so much better having come out. And even if Fran’s plan to act like Benny was your boyfriend was crazy, it had been a blessing. For the rest of the night, when your paths would cross, the way both Henry and Mary would look at you was priceless. They looked frustrated, jealous and miserable. A perfect combination to cheer you up.

And Benny had been so lovely to you, a real gentleman in his own way. He’d gotten you food or drinks. Kept a conversation with you, making you laugh. Being attentive when your ex's were around, while shooting dirty looks at them. And let’s not forget your new stuffed toy that he’d won. You blushed at the memory of his giving it to you. Something Henry had never done. You felt those familiar butterflies in your stomach. And telling yourself this wasn’t real. Benny was doing you and Fran a favour by printing to be your boyfriend. After tonight you’d go back to being single. That reality was a cold one.

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Fran suggested, but really mean we’re going on it, now!

You all agreed, and headed for the big wheel with bucket seat. You all didn’t wait long, Fran and Cal getting on first before you and Benny. You were both silent as you sat close together, your bear in your lap with your arms wrapped around it. When the Ferris wheel took off, there was a small jolt. You jumped but Benny soothed you with his words. Then silence yet again.

You looked out over the carnival and its people. You could see younger kids running around in their costumes. Teenagers hanging out in small groups. And adults, who were having fun. You smiled softly at how good a night you were having this Halloween night, possibly the first Halloween you’d enjoyed in a long while. The ride came to a stop, leaving you both rocking not far from the stop. You shivered at the light breeze.

Benny noticed, moving his arm around you. “Ya right Doll?”

You blushed, but nodded.

“Good" he said softly. “Havin' fun?”

Again you nodded. “Y-yes. Thank you for going along with Fran's crazy plan".

He chuckled. “It’s nothin’. Happy to help" and Benny winked.

Your blush deepened, you turned your gaze down to the bear in your arms. You could feel Benny’s gaze on you, and it made those butterflies flutter like crazy. What shocked you next was feeling Benny’s free hand softly grasp your chin, he lifted and turned your head his way. Those stormy blues looking right into your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat as he leant in and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes closed, and let yourself enjoy the tender, closed lipped kiss. How could kissing a stranger feel so right? You don’t know, and you didn’t want to question it.

Benny pulled back, watching as your eyes opened. “Do ya need a ride home later?”

You smiled softly. “I think I might...”

And that was it. You knew from here out you were going to be Benny’s girl. Because this gorgeous, sweet man was just what you needed. And you were so glad to have come out Halloween night. You’d also have to thank Fran and her crazy plan.

[witchyleehibernates]

Headcanons i came up with while in Tumblr jail

All of these will be mainly set after the book, but Johnny and Dally live! Also, also, there's hints and pushes towards Steve/Sodapop and Ponyboy/Johnny but its not explicitly said (but heavily implied).

Johnny moved in with the Curtis' after he was released from the hospital and any and all charges against him were dropped.

No one knows how or why the charges were dropped but they are thankful for it regardless. It was Cherry and Marcia's doing, but the two girls don't tell anyone. Two-Bit suspects, and only thanks Marcia (when they meet up after the whole phone number debacle, which only happens because Ponyboy snf Cherry sorted them out)

He and Ponyboy started sharing a room, letting Sodapop move back to his own, though it left him lonely at night because he was so used to cuddling with someone at night (Steve usually joins him to leave the couch for Dally should be need it).

Steve and Ponyboy both wear glasses

They also both don't wear their glasses cause they think the other will make fun of them and don't know the other also wears them.

Sodapop is confused on why neither of them wear glasses because he was with them both when they got theirs (at separate times, obviously)

Johnny thinks Pony's glasses are cute on him, and he'll occasionally put them on Ponyboy when he isn't really paying attention (like when they're in their room reading).

Sodapop also thinks Steve looks cute in his glasses. Steve hates that thought outwardly, it secretly loves it. Sodapop knows that.

Neither find out about the others glasses until, like, Thanksgiving the year they get them (like maybe four months after Steve gets his, which would be seven after pony gets his). Both are outraged and confused on why they are outraged.

Curtis' Gangs favorite holidays

Ponyboy's is either Halloween or Christmas

Ponyboy loves drawing his friends, and every Halloween and Christmas he gives them a drawing of them self.

Halloween is for when Ponyboy takes the time to draw everyone as 'monsters' or everyone in Halloween costumes, even if they didn't dress up that year. He doesn't really go out after the church and fire and stuff because he would feel terrible leaving Johnny behind, so they cuddle on the couch with Johnny's chair nearby while Ponyboy draws.

Christmas is for when Ponyboy thought they looked happiest that year, with either the story of what was going on or why he thought it was when they looked happiest. That and Johnny spends more nights at the Curtis' house, at least before the church and everything that happened. Now though, Johnny practically lives at the Curtis house and is honestly much happier which makes Ponyboy happier, and it raises the gangs spirits that Johnny never had to see his "parents" again, especially for the first Christmas after when it hit everyone about the year they'd had

Sodapop's is Christmas

Sodapop absolutely adores Christmas, because it's cold outside, there's eventually gift giving, and he gets to snuggle up with either his brothers or with Steve. And it means Darry's home a bit more because there's not really much roofing to be done with how cold it gets, which Sodapop loves (he loves his family at home, thank you very much)

He also is 'crazy' because he loves the cold. Ponyboy thinks he's crazy, but that's because Ponyboy freezes easier. Sodapop's a walking furnace though, not that Steve's complaining.

Darry's is Thanksgiving

Darry loves Thanksgiving because it gives him an excuse to cook loads (I headcanon him to be an excellent cook) and feed the gang loads. They have left overs for at least a week, week and a half of they pushed it, and he uses that to feed the gang in many different ways (there's only so many times you can eat something before you're sick of it, and Darry knows this so he gets to be creative)

Darry also cooks something special on Halloween because most of the gang loves the holiday and he wants them to be able to celebrate it and he likes being able to feed them.

Two-Bit's is Halloween

I've seen in many other people's headcanons that he loves to scare little kids at Halloween, or just scare people in general and I love that.

He and Dally team up every Halloween to scare people, including the adults. It makes the both of them cackle and when they get to the Curtis house, both with candy for Ponyboy and Johnny that they nabbed from the store, they have stories to tell that'll get Johnny and Ponyboy both laughing.

Two-bit also treasures every drawing Ponyboy draws and gives him. He saw Ponyboy after the fire and the hospitals and the rumble and while he was sick, and he knew just jow close theys come to losing Johnny and Pony and holds onto them and their 'innocence' that they still have left.

Dally claims he doesn't have Halloween (it's Halloween)

Dally tries to play off like he's Tough and doesn't have a favorite holiday, but it's absolutely Halloween. He loves scaring the kids (it's easy) and he loves the challenge of scaring the adults with Two-bit.

He also steals candy for Johnny (after the fire) and he and two-bit, after their fun is over, chill at the Curtis house until Sodapop and Steve gets back from either a work related Halloween event, or from wherever the two made off too to trick or treat (if they manage to trick people into it

Steve also claims he doesn't have one (he actually doesn't have one but he loves seeing Sodapop's reaction to Christmas)

I couldn't really think of anything to put here, but I think Steve gets a tattoo to remind him of Sodapop, it's a sunflower. Turns out, the same week Sodapop also got a sunflower tattoo, but neither knew the other got one until Christmas Eve. Steve's is near the crook of his elbow on his right arm, and Sodapop's is sorta near where Steve's bird(eagle outline?) tattoo is but on he left arm. They both cry, and then laugh.

Johnny's is Halloween but he also really enjoys Christmas

Johnny loves Halloween for the costumes and free candy. Even though he doesn't go out for them anymore. He would much rather sit with Ponyboy as he draws, or reads. He usually falls asleep early that night.

He loves Christmas because he doesn't really have to leave the Curtis house unless it's for school, and even then, he has the option of just asking Ponyboy to get his homework for him, though he does try stick it out most days. Also, he always has someone there to help him, because Ponyboy rarely leaves his side for long, and even if he does, Two-Bit's there or Steve is or Dally is at the very least.

Darry also let's him help with baking during the Christmas holiday, it's his favorite part

The gangs Love Language(s)

Ponyboy is gift giving

Sodapop is physical affection or acts of service

Steve's is acts of service

Johnny's is quality time

Darry's is acts of service

Dally's is gift giving but in subtle ways

Two-Bits is quality time or gift giving

And no I don't really wanna explain (for right now) the love languages one 😂, because honestly? My other headcanons kinda show why.

[gingiesworld]

@dryhhgg request: Hi, can you do bunny!wandaxG!Preader? Maybe reader is a worker at a firm where the CEO is Wanda's father? I don't really have an idea. Thanks, your work is amazing!

My Little Bunny

Bunny Innocent Wanda Maximoff x Pervy GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Reader has a penis. Legal age gap. Reader is 35. Wanda is 20

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker

Y/N Y/L/N was an aspiring CFO for Maximoff Industries, working alongside Mr Oleg Maximoff himself. Of course they had met the Maximoff Twins. Pietro was aspiring to take his father's place as CEO when he retired whereas Wanda was wanting to follow her mother into nursing, but she had an obligation to attend the company parties her father had thrown quite often.

"Are you ok bunny?" Y/N asked as they approached Wanda with a smirk.

"I guess." She whispered as she looked out at the crowd of people. "These parties are just overwhelming."

"Pietro seems to be doing well." Y/N pointed out as the two watched as the more confident twin interacted with the investors.

"Yeah, he has the gift for this." Wanda sighed as Y/N grabbed her hand.

"Come on." They led her with them.

"Where are we going?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"To get away from all of this madness." They said as they led her to their office. Opening the door for her and locking it behind the two. Heading to their desk and taking their whiskey from the draw with two glasses. "Here, it will help your nerves."

"I don't think it will." She whispered as she took a swig of the golden liquid.

"Why?" They questioned as they stepped closer to her. Looking down at her chest as her dress pushed her breasts closer and made her cleavage more visible.

"Because you make me nervous." She admitted.

"How do I make you nervous?" They questioned as they took the glass from her and placing it on the desk. Watching as she remained silent as she stepped back against the bookshelves. "Do you like being nervous around me?" They husked as the two bodies were pressed against each other. Y/N could practically smell the arousal dripping from her core. "I can smell it Wanda."

"What?" She whispered out nervously, feeling their breath on her neck as they licked up her vein as it stuck out.

"Your arousal. You are turned on just by being alone with me." They kissed her skin sensually. "I can't say that I haven't had thoughts about you too. My little bunny." They gripped her jaw, gazing into her eyes. "I remember seeing you in that costume last halloween. Fuck I jacked one out to the vision of you in that white and pink fur. Your breasts were absolutely ravishing and I want nothing more than to see my little bunny in all her glory." They kissed her lips roughly, their tongue entering her mouth, making her moan at the feeling of them exploring her mouth. She whimpered when they pulled away and sat in their desk chair. "Strip." They ordered her. She complied hurriedly, leaving herself in her white thong. "Everything off." They told her.

Smiling as she complied, they undone their belt and their pants, pulling them down and allowing their hardened dick to spring free.

"Sit." They patted their lap which she complied. Y/N ran their hand through her folds, closing their eyes as they felt her wetness before inserting three fingers. "Just need you to be ready." They told her as they thrust their fingers inside her, she whimpered at the intrusion but soon moaned in pleasure of being stretched out.

"Oh." She moaned when they brushed her g spot, dripping her arousal on their lap.

"I think your ready bunny." Y/N husked in her ear as they pulled their fingers out. Helping her guide themselves into her dripping cunt.

"Hurts." She whimpered as Y/N slowly lowered her down on them.

"Am I your first bunny?" They asked her as she nodded. "I'm going to be the only one who get's to have you like this. Fill you up with my cum." They bit her ear as they pushed themselves all of the way in. Helping her move her hips, watching as her face changed from pain to one of pleasure. Increasing their thrusts as they met them with fervour. "You feel so fucking good Wanda." They groaned as she moaned lewdly. Enjoying the feeling of their hands gripping her, marking her for their own.

"I feel like I'm going to pee." She squealed as Y/N quickened their movements.

"Don't fight it Wanda." They told her as they felt themselves getting closer to climax. "Just let it go bunny." Wanda screamed out in pleasure as she came as Y/N never slowed down. Making her squirt all over their lap as they slammed their load deep inside. "You will belong to me Wanda." They kissed her as she nodded in submission. Completely and utterly devoted to Y/N.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Costume

I had a a few ideas for drabbles :3 And I settled on this one for now :3

Mostly because I have one mental image in my head that is just too cute to pass up and I wanted to add more cuteness to this AU so here we GO! @spotaus You ready my friend?

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Als I am really considering making a masterpost for these drabbles and any related asks/answers and drawings people make... Just a thought.

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Cross watches as Nightmare looks at the different options of costumes. They are in the bigger city nearby to actually give him some options.

It had been thanks to Crop that they even knew about this happening. Kinda like a halloween get together but it mostly celebrates the start of the colder seasons and the time of rest the land needs.

But with everyone in costume because Halloween happens around the same time.

But it gave them the excuse to take Nightmare out on a tiny trip and let him pick out soemthing he would like to wear. Killer says he is making progress on that front but Cross doubts it as Nightmare still just only wears the stuff they picked out for him or Dust's old things.

Even if Nightmare looks adorable in the for him much too big hoody.

Cross smiles down at Nightmare "And? Any ideas for what you want to be dressed as?"

Nightmare shoots him a look and shrugs "Why get dressed? I am a skeleton... That is spooky enough right?"

Cross feels part of his soul melt but tries to keep it in. Nightmare hadn't fully noticed that his way of speaking is starting to slip more and more into more childlike talking and words. Even if he still tries to speak in his fancy way. It is just too cute.

Cross sees it as them doing a good job at this whole parent thing.

Cross grins "True... But Horror already decided to go as a lumberjack and Killer is going as Jason from friday the 13th." Cross himself hadn't decided yet and Cross knows that Dust is planning on just matching whatever Nightmare wants to get dressed as.

Nightmare frowns and stares at all the options. He points towards a costume and Cross checks it.

It is the cheapest thing there is.

Cross saw this coming but he knows how to deal with that! Cross grins "Oh? A little devil? We can do that. Come. We can look at more costumes for that."

Nightmare looks a lot more unsure as he rubs his arm "This is fine... stuff is expensive."

Cross crouches down and leans on his hand "Hey... it is fine... Dust got a budget together and everything. Let me worry about money okay?"

Nightmare frowns but looks considered at some of the more detailed options instead of the cheap stuff. Much better. Nightmare slowly starts to gravitate towards the vampire stuff and Cross starts to think this may be a success when-

a soft sizzle.

Oh are you kidding him!?

"You seriously gonna let him get that stuff?"

Nightmare blinks and grins brightly at the sound of Error and searches for him before spotting him near the ceiling.

Cross glares and hisses "Error." he glances around nervously.

Error snorts "Calm down. I know how to time stuff. People hardly ever notice I am in universes. Seriously though. yOu are going to let him grab this shi-stuff." Error quickly changes his sentence when Cross glares at him.

Cross crosses his arms "Well we want to have stuff to get dressed in for the party. We are trying to fit in."

Nightmare looks up at Cross and smiles a tiny bit "Error can look with us?"

Cross really wants to say no. Not like Killer. Killer hates the fact that Nightmare has a crush on the other. Cross just doesn't want to deal witht he headache that is Error himself.

Now that Cross knows what he knows he realised that Nightmare always had a crush on Error. No one ever noticed because... well... Nightmare went about those feelings as any six year old did. hanging out, trying to invite the other to play with them. bringing small tokens and things. trying to be included.

Error snorts "Nah. Don't want to be stuck in this store of bad quality." and he nudges one of the costumes offered.

Cross sighs annoyed "So why appear?"

Error looks smug "I saw you were going to let Nightmare grab bad quality stuff. of course i step in."

That is another thing Cross doesn't like. Knowing that Error just, glances in whenever he feels like it. Cross glares and hisses "Stop having a window on us open. One it is weird and two if anyone sees it!"

Error waves it off "I just check for a few seconds when i know it is clear. Calm down." he shoots Ngihtmare a look "Seriously though. You are a god. don't gods deserve like the best things?"

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "Jsut got stuff because they wanted it..."

Cross also finds it rich coming from Error as Error still wears some upgraded hobo-jacket that looks like it is barely holding it together.

Error blinks before huffing "Yeah no. I am getting you a costume of actual quality." he looks areound "vampire?"

Nightmare suddenly looks a lot less comfortable with the attention adn returns to Cross's side to hide partly. Nightmare never likes it when others start offering stuff to him. Cross leans downa dn picks up their small charge.

Cross nudges their skulls together and mutters "It is okay. You had an idea of what you like?"

Nightmare just pushes clsoer "it is dumb. easy stuff is fine."

Cross nudges him again "It isn't dumb. What do you want?"

Nightmare remains quiet for a long time and Cross waits patiently. Just let him feel it out first. Let him decide for himself. Error looks a lot less patient as he just stands there, obviously wnating to tap his foot but refrains from it.

Nightmare eventually mutters "liked... vampire becuase it is a bat..."

Cross blinks and grins "You want to be a tiny bat?"

Ngihtmar eshrugs again and tries to hide further. Clearly done with being verbal.

Cross nods and nzuzles the skull "I am sure we can figure out a tiny bat costume." MAybe they can get a cape? get some wings attached? Cross is srue they can figure it out-

Error nods "A bat. That is easy." he looks thoughtful before nodding and with a sizzle he is gone.

Cross sighs loudly but Ngihtmare giggles and gives a happy mutter "He likes me."

Cross sighs loudly "You are very clearly he favourite. Which isn't a good thing bud, you don't want to be a god's favourite." at least that is the lesson Cross got out of stories.

Nightmare hums as he nuzzles his skull against Cross's "You guys were always my favourites..."

Cross hugs Ngihtmare close as he walks towards the exit of the store "You are so sweet. and you always cared so much about us." Ngihtmare mutters about not being sweet but relaxes with the affection.

Cross gets a ride back from Ellie and returns home to the others. He is only done for a few minutes with retelling everything as they make sure Nightmare eats his snack when they hear more sizzling.

A moment later a small package drops on their dining table.

Nightmare blinks nad opens it only to gasp.

Because that is a bright purple hoody with bat wings sewed in the back and a hood with little bat ears and a grumpy bat face on the hood.

It is adorable and Nightmare looks adorable in it and Cross has to admit it was a perfect pic. a very comfortable and cute costume for the coming outing.

Killer grumbles as he stabs his fork into his own food. He glares at his plate "Gonna have to figure out how to scare a god."

Yeah... Cross is hoenstly a little curious as to how Kilelr plans to do that. For now their babybones is happy in his new hoody and they have a very powerful ally who wants Nightmare happy like them.

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Was this whole drabble an excuse to get Nightmare a hoody with little bat wings and bat ears? Yes. Yes it was. And he HAS one now!! :D <3

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[october-nightt]

please don't kill me Mr.Ghostface

warnings: cussing, quick smut, blood, usage of the word rape and slut

it was the night of the Halloween party.

You have been looking forward to this night for months now, you weren't a big fan of Halloween it self given the fact that it was pretty hard for you to find a good costume as a black women.

you didn't wanna go as a nurse or something generic like that so you decided to be a "clovers cheerleader" from the movie bring it on.

you had hoped that tonight you could just drink and enjoy the party with your friends.

you had met tara on the first day of college which led to her introducing you to her other friends.

Mindy was your favorite, other than tara of course.

as you walked into the party you were immediately met with chad and Ethan. Ethan was dressed as some cardboard robot or something but you found it cute.

you've always thought Ethan was cute. after all you've always had a thing for men who looked as if they've never felt the touch of a women before.

"hey guys, have you seen tara around?" you asked loudly, hoping they could hear you over the loud music.

"she was at the table with the drinks, she's in a pirate costume" chad responded

"thanks" you smiled at Ethan which he happily returned.

you walked past the both of them and over to the drink table where they last seen tara.

she wasn't there but you were thirsty so you decided to grab a drink.

the bottles were empty.

you sighed and set the empty glass bottle back down in its previous spot.

"hey um, I've got more drinks in my room if you'd like?" a stranger says from behind you.

you turned around and nodded "sure why not"

the guy didn't look so bad and you really wanted a drink so what's the worst that could happen?

you started to follow the stranger up to his room before being stopped by chad.

"hey Y/N why don't you stay here with us, I can get you a drink"

Ethan was behind him, his eyes were filled with anger.

"no its okay chad, but thanks" you smiled at him reassuringly

"I don't think its a good idea to go upstairs with date r*pe Frankie"

what chad said obviously pissed the guy off because he grabbed your arm tightly and started to drag you upstairs.

"hey you're hurting me" you tried to pull away but he still had a harsh grip on your arm.

chad punched Frankie in the face and helped you up but when you looked to see if Ethan was there.

he was gone.

after what happened you just decided to go home.

your roommate wasn't back from her vacation so you were alone.

as you walked in you got a feeling as if something was wrong.

you grabbed your taser and made your way farther into the house. checking every room. they were all empty.

"rule number one of horror movies is to check the closet" a deep, raspy voice speaks.

you screamed and pulled out your taser but he was faster than you and knocked it out of your hand.

once you finally looked at the person you realized they were dressed as Ghostface. the guy tara has told you stories about. he tried to kill her and her sister and her friends.

"w-what do you want from me?" you asked.

hoping you could give him what he needed and he'd leave you alone.

"I want to play a game." the knife visibly in his hand, dripping of what looked like blood.

you were scared. "what game?"

Ethan... Ghostface ran his hand over your exposed thighs your skirt was pretty short and its been driving him crazy all night.

"Simon says" he replied before his hand reached under your skirt and pulled off your panties.

he stuck them in his pocket. (if the costume has one lmao)

you sucked in a breath as the air hit your dripping clit.

Ethan bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood, to stop himself from whining at the sight of you.

"Simon says lay back onto the counter"

you never agreed to play, but you were afraid of what would happen if you refused so you did as you were told.

once you were laid flat Ethan.....Ghostface lifted his mask just above his mouth

"Simon says close your eyes and spread you legs"

once again you obeyed him.

after what felt like 30 seconds you were shocked by Ethan's tonuge running one slow strip up your clit.

"oh fuck" you bit the back of your hand and he continued to devour your pussy

he didn't say a word except for occasionally whispering things like "good girl" or "such a pretty slut for me"

you felt that knot forming in your stomach.

"I'm gonna cum" you breathed out.

but before Ethan could answer you had already released all over his face.

"Simon didn't say you could cum" Ethan drew his knife and made a small cut on your thigh.

you were too busy coming down from your high to even process the pain.

Ethan touched the blood from your thighs before walking out of your apartment in silence.

leaving you there vulnerable and exposed.

after he left, you cleaned yourself up and processed what happened just an hour earlier.

you sat on your couch and turned on the tv to clear your mind, only to be shocked at the words that came out of the news reporters mouth.

"were standing here where a college student by the name of Frankie has been found stabbed to death in his own home. the only thing left at the scene......a mask from the famous stab movies"

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 31 || 528 Words || Read on Ao3 a/n: That's a wrap! Thanks for following along this year :) I'd love to know if you had a favorite! —

31 October 1976

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to dress up for Halloween, Evans?”

Lily looks up from where she’s currently refilling her cup of probably-spiked butterbeer to find James Potter smirking at her as he leans against the other side of the table, his usual angular glasses swapped out for a decidedly thicker pair, a collared shirt peeking out from below a brown jacket.

Recognition dawns on her immediately, and she’s got a few choice words for Mary and Sam, who insisted that the four of them—including Lily and Dorcas—dress as characters from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Quickly, her eyes wander to Potter’s friends on the other side of the room and she takes in their costumes—also from the same film—and wonders if this was an orchestrated situation or merely a coincidence. 

She can mull that over on her way to interrogate her friends. Back to the matter at hand.

Bringing the cup of butterbeer to her lips, she takes a sip and gives Potter a tight smile. “Must’ve missed the owl, I guess.”

She turns on her heel and leaves the conversation as fast as she dares, not wanting to draw suspicion of her agitation. The hemline of her pink dress swooshes against her mid-thigh, its high collar and accompanying white cardigan suddenly making her feel hot, even with the windows of the common room open to the cool October night.

“Hey Lil,” Sam greets with a knowing smile, and it’s all the confirmation Lily needs to know that this was all an elaborate orchestration. “I see you ran into Potter.”

For her part, Lily is very calm—surprisingly calm—with the next words out of her mouth. “I’m going to kill you, Samantha Fawley.”

Sam—her hair dyed a bright shade of red (really now it’s all making sense why they insisted Lily couldn’t be the redhead)—tilts her head back and laughs joyously, raising an incriminating finger to where Mary is talking to some seventh year by the portrait hole.

“Listen, it was Mary’s idea, I just gleefully jumped on board. If you kill me, you have to kill her as well, alright?”

Lily lets out a frustrated sound of annoyance as she rubs her temples. “I cannot believe I let you two trick me into an accidental couples’ costume with Potter.”

“It’s a group costume, if you really think about it,” Sam assures her, pointing at where the sixth-year boys are standing. Lily hastily swats her hand down.

“Brad and Janet, Sam. Brad and bloody Janet!”

Sam bursts into another fit of laughter as Lily reaches up, trying to grab the glittering gold top hat from her head.

“You’re switching me right now, Fawley.”

“Like hell I am, woman! You need to learn to relax. You said so yourself—he’s been better this year.”

Lily sighs, taking another swig of the (suddenly not-spiked-enough) butterbeer. “That doesn’t mean I want to dress up as husband and wife.”

“Technically, they never make it down the aisle.”

“Technically you’re dead to me,” shoots back, walking away to find Dorcas, who—like her—had simply been roped into the idea.

“Toodles, Janet!” Sam calls after her. “Say hi to Brad for me!”

[justevelynnnn]

Halloween🎃

A/N: Quick drabble cause halloween😭 i had nothing big planned tbh. Also barely proofread as of rn i got too much school stuff to worry abt to proofread good or make that masterlist 💀 so sorry guys but anyways Happy Halloween!

Summary: The crews first halloween together!

Warnings: Cussing and Logan stabs Wade once

- Logan never really celebrated halloween. I mean this guy saw the holiday become what it is now. But he never went trick or treating and even as he got older he’s always had other things to worry about.

- Wade was the same (the never celebrating halloween thing not being old enough to see Halloween come to america)

- Both of them had tough childhoods.

- Wade went to a few halloween parties and dressed up but his heart was never fully in it (other than that year he had with Vanessa..)

- This year instead of it being just him and althea now he has her, Logan, mary puppins AND laura.

- He felt…more excited? This year?

- He really wanted to show Logan around his universe and celebrate all these holidays with him. And even though Laura was older she actually wanted to go trick or treating still just to experience it.

- “Peanut, you have to step up and at least take her to a few houses!” Wade said to Logan at dinner.

- “She ain’t my daughter or responsibility, bub. Ion gotta do shit.” Logan snapped as he took a swig of his beer. “Plus, ain’t she a bit too old for that shit anyways? We can buy her candy at the damn store.”

- “Logan…we have an opportunity here to change her life! Give her a good memory just once!”

- “Fuck off.” Logan looked away.

- Wade thought a moment. “Okay…if you take her to..” he thinks for a second, “Take her to 5 houses and i won’t talk for a whole day!”

- Logan looked at Wade but didn’t move his head.

- “Okay. 5 days.”

-“Deal.”

- “Wanna shake on it?” Wade stretched out his hand but Logan declined.

- “I knew you were scratching your balls under the table, Wade”

- “Oh.”

- Wade helps Laura pick a costume and left Al to decorate and Logan to watch her decorate.

- “That’s upside down yknow.” Logan said looking at the Halloween poster on the wall.

- “No. I don’t know. How could i know? You’re just as dumb as that idiot.” Al joked as she turned the poster right side up.

- Logan just shook his head and looked out the window. Kids were already walking around with parents and going around. Wade said he might be late getting back and to just “hand out the candy to the kiddies, peanut.”

- He grumbled. No one showed up yet.

- Deep down he felt a twinge of sadness over not getting to experience this. It was very small. He actually liked halloween as time went on because it was the one night mutants could be mutants and not get judged…

- The door bell rings which snaps him from looking out the window. Al yells at him to get the door. It was probably Wade and Laura finally.

- It was not.

- “Trick or treat!!”

- A small ghost and a slightly taller Princess hold up semi filled pumpkin buckets. The princess smiles widely the ghost of course was emotionless.

- “Hey…there….” Logan said quietly. He was not good with damn kids. No no no. Nope. He almost closed the door and said fuck it but the princess started to look confused.

- “Hey, mister where’s our candy?”

- “Right….” Logan gets some candy and pours it into the kids pumpkins. “Okay…..run along now.”

- The kids run off giggle to the next door across the hall from the apartment. Logan sighed and closed the door.

- Another kid came alone a few minutes later. They were dressed up as sabertooth and for some reason this scared logan enough to accidentally draw his claws.

- “Shit- Sorry kid. Didn’t mean to-“ Logan rubbed his hand where the claws came out and but the kid to his surprise wasn’t scared…he didn’t run off to tell anyone he found a mutant…

- “Are those…real?” The kid asked point at his hand.

-“Oh…no..it’s my..costume. Yeah. Yeah, i’m that wolverine guy..” Logan lied.

- The kid beamed. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

- “Thanks kid. Y’want come candy?” Logan picked out he bowl but the kid shook his head.

- “That was way cooler than candy…can i see it again? Can you do it again? Pleaseeee?”

- Logan slowly drew out his claws as the kid looked shocked. “Wow wow wow! They look so real! You’re cool! Can i touch one?”

- Logan let him and told him to be careful.

- The kid started to leave and Logan waved him goodbye. Maybe kids aren’t so bad after all…

- Right when the kid left Wade and Laura came around the corner.

- “See you’re great with kids!” Wade said as he slow clapped.

- “Whatever..” Logan brushed it off, just this once. He was in a good mood right now..

- Logan complimented Lauras costume and let her lead the way as she was actually excited for once. She smiled up at him as they walked the neighborhood and went to definitely more than 5 houses. She talked about the other Logan and how she missed him and how grateful she was for him to take her to do this.

- “No problem, kid.” Logan just said. “Ready to head back?”

- Laura’s pillowcase was full now and also heavy so Logan had it. It was so full you couldn’t even close it anymore.

- She nodded as they walked back home.

- Wade wanted to join but he decided to stay back and let Logan and Laura have their time.

- Also he had to take over handing out candy duty since Al kept dropping candy in the floor, missing kids buckets and pillow cases.

- Halloween music played now and orange and black balloons filled the apartment along with a couple of random Halloween themed decor. Wade finished decorating for Al also because a lot of stuff was in the wrong spot.

- “Al way did you put the front door mat by the bathtub?? And what-? Why is the string of orange lights covering the couch and not the wall? And..why is Mary puppins not in her wolverine costume???”

- When Logan and Laura got back laughing Wade smiled. “Looks like you two had fun!”

- “Yeah, and we went to more than 5 houses too so now you have to shut up for 100 days.” Logan joked.

- “Yeah, so that was not part of the deal…”

- “Too bad. Shutting up time starts now.”

- Laura laughed and handled Wade his favorite candy. “It’s okay..take this. I’ll convince him to shorten you sentence.”

- Wade just nodded sadly and ate the candy.

- As the night came to an end, the family decided to watch a couple of scary movies and share Laura’s candy. Laura got scared for a moment when she saw Mary puppins secretly got into some of the Hersey pile but Wade soon reminded her, “She’s a deadpool remember? She’ll be fine…”

- “Oh right..”

- Logan quickly stabbed him with one claw barking, “Hey! No talking remember?!”

- Wade mouthed, “Geez..” And rubbed where he got stabbed but said nothing else.

- The night ended with Logan passed out drunk(he’d forget the deal he and Wade made by morning for sure), Wade falling asleep next to him, Al going to her room after the first movie ended, Laura falling asleep at the end of the couch on Logan’s other shoulder, and Dogpool sleeping in a pile of chocolate candy wrappers…

[whatever-color-of-the-rainbow]

RTC HEADCANONS GO ‼️‼️

OMG YES THANK YOU. I HAVE A LOT.

I think that Karnak lets everyone come back to life at the end for two reasons. One: let’s be real, putting them through all that just to bring them all back is such a Karnak thing to do. And two: THEY DESERVE IT GODDAMNIT

Noel’s favorite band is The Smiths

Mischa likes giving Ricky stickers to put on his cane or wheelchair

Ocean is aroace, but didn’t know she was aroace for a long time. She just thought she was “too mature” and “too focused on her schoolwork” to have crushes

Penny lets Noel borrow her dresses sometimes

Constance is extremely prone to infodumping (Penny could listen to her for hours though)

Ricky likes to “accidentally” run over Ocean’s toes with his wheelchair when she babies him

Mischa and Noel actually aren’t that bad at math; Mischa has a C and Noel has a B. Ocean just views anything below an A as “bad”.

Penny dressed up as Jane Doe for Halloween, and the rest of the choir found this hilarious

Taylor Swift is Ocean’s favorite singer and Penny’s celebrity crush

Constance has had a crush on everyone in the choir at some point (including Noel, but this was before he came out)

Ricky and Noel once tried to write a Monique/Bachelor Man crossover, but because their stories and writing styles were so different, it failed miserably. Now Ricky just draws pictures of Monique and the Bachelor Man kissing instead.

Ocean likes to wake up early, and Constance does not. So when they have sleepovers, Constance will often wake up and Ocean will have breakfast ready for her.

Ricky and Noel like to go on double dates with Constance and Penny

Noel and Ricky are both genderfluid. Noel is AMAB and Ricky is AFAB, and they’re both prone to dysphoria. If they had a nickel for every joke they made about switching bodies, Noel would have enough money to move to France and take the whole rest of the choir with him.

After the Cyclone thing, Mischa spends more evenings at Ricky’s place than his own

Prior to the Cyclone, Noel is extremely protective of Constance because of the way Ocean treats her

Mischa once overheard Noel talking about RuPaul’s Drag Race during choir. He thought it was an actual racing show and started watching it. It wasn’t what he expected, but it is now his favorite show. (This is technically semi-canon; in the high school edition, Mischa mentioned this.)

Penny and Noel are the definition of gay/lesbian solidarity

Penny and Constance like to go on picnic dates

Ocean and Noel are basically siblings. They actually do love each other and know each other better than anyone, but they live for getting on each other’s nerves, and Noel isn’t afraid to call Ocean out on her bullshit.

Ricky, Noel, Ocean: cat people

Mischa, Constance, Penny: dog people

They’re all autistic, I don’t make the rules

For Noel’s birthday, Ocean made him a bracelet that said his name with red and green beads (because Christmas). In return, Noel made Ocean a bracelet with her name and orange, yellow, white, blue, and teal beads (because beach colors; little did he know that those would become the aroace colors). They trade those bracelets every time they see each other.

Constance once made the mistake of having Mischa watch Up with her. He cried.

Ocean was Constance’s queer awakening in eighth grade. The crush lasted for about four months. ‘Twas a very awkward four months.

Mischa had a crush on a guy before meeting Talia, but didn’t realize it was a crush at the time because it was the mid 2000s and queerness wasn’t really talked about as much as it is today. When Ricky mentioned being bisexual, Mischa came to the conclusion that he was too.

Penny has what might be the greenest eyes that any of her friends have ever seen on a human

Constance is really good at styling hair, so Ocean and Penny always go to her when they want to have their hair look nice for a concert or contest

Ricky’s really good at doing people’s makeup

[ryuga104]

🎃Halloween Sona Group Photo Call! 🎃

The event has ended, thanks everyone for participating!

Hey everyone, I know October just started, but I’m already super excited for Halloween... So, uh, I was thinking of collecting everyone’s sonas to draw a Halloween-themed group picture!

The idea is my sona and all of yours standing together like we’re taking a group photo…at least this way I can pretend I have friends(⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

So yeah... if anyone’s willing to send me their sona to include, I’d be really happy^⁠_⁠^

You can DM me your sona’s pic or send it through an Ask (but no anonymous submissions,because if possible, I’d prefer to draw my followers' sonas, at least they're not strangers)

Don’t forget to mention what costume you want them in since it’s Halloween and we all gotta dress up!

The deadline is 10/11 at midnight.

Also, I might not be able to draw everyone!

... That’s if anyone even wants to join... If no one does, I’ll delete this later! Anyway, thanks for reading!

[genopaint]

Week 43 is hot off the presses! Check it out!!

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #301 - Mathrus

I wanted to do this a while back but the design is kind of tough to draw. But I figured it'd be perfect to dig back up a true creepypasta "dragon" of sorts for October! If you don't know who this is, I recommend watching this great video! Volume warning

Daily Dragon #302 - Clownbold

Small, goofy lizards that love playing pranks and being overly silly. They can be extremely mischievous, stealing things from travlers or causing general chaos when they appear in groups

Daily Dragon #303 - Drakeling

Teeny tiny baby dragons freshly hatched from their eggs. Their tiny wings struggle to lift them off the ground. As they get older, they never grow legs or anything, just larger wings to carry their growing bulbous body

Daily Dragon #304 - Pseudodon

Well, since it's Halloween... Why not draw one of my dragons that LOVES dressing up as other dragons?

And the Shiny Version, of course :)

If you don't recall, this was the Dragon Type finale to a Fakemon challenge where you would do a Fakemon for each type based on people's suggestions. Very fun challenge!

Daily Dragon #305 - Bananusaur

Thank you all so much for your votes! That's the end of October! I can't believe Halloween is already over, so sad. But I hope you all had a good one!

Here's the results:

Bananusaur - 2 Votes Gorodin - 2 Votes Galathia the Famished One - 1 Vote Mimic Dragon - 1 Vote Jiangshi Dragon - 1 Vote Weredragon - 1 Vote Sunrise Beast - 1 Vote Buggodon - 1 Vote Plantodon - 1 Vote Drakeling - 1 Vote Clownbold - 1 Vote

This time the tie breaker was done by a friend of mine :)

I actually liked a LOT of the dragons I made this month. I loved Buggodon, Terrasaur, I thought the Golem Dragon was really strong imo. But ultimately, idk man that Feral Knife-Wing just REALLY stuck out to me! Idk why

We're coming close to the end of the challenge everyone! I plan on riding it out until the very last day and even have an idea of what I'll be doing for the end. Thank you all again for your love of this whole project and I hope you look forward to the last 61 or so dragons!

Daily Dragon #306 - Yggdrasil

The protector of the forest. Some of the notable creatures that live within Yggdrasil, which he can call out to help fight are a small dragon and an eagle!

Daily Dragon #307 - Hammer Dragon

These hard-headed beasts can be incredibly destructive. If one rampages through a city, it can do serious damage to buildings. While their armored heads slow them down, they can still run surprisingly fast and do damage with their talons, too!

This is a redraw of THIS hammer dragon from 2019! I've been trying to tackle this one for a hot minute now. In fact, I think some of the dragons in this challenge were originally remakes of this guy before they deviated. But I think this attempt I really made something I like :)

[calissarowan]

Happy Halloween!

Duman made him do it. He got into it in the end. Plus, the costume came with a hat! I just thought this would be so much fun for them, so I drew it back in…June? I think? I wanted to be prepared, and I’m so happy with how it came out! They’re so cute! And I think Angel’s costume really suits Duman; don’t tell me he wouldn’t rock thigh-highs. These wings made me hate all things. They took so long, with so many details to check! I’m never drawing them again. Also, since I failed to write my original Halloween fic, have a spontaneous one-shot.

‘Please?’ ‘No.’ ‘Please please please?’ ‘Still no.’ ‘Gantlos!’ ‘Duman!’ Gantlos rolled his eyes, trying to avoid eye contact with the furry bodysuit Duman was clutching to him like his lost child. No. Just…no. He was not humiliating himself in that. Halloween was getting a slightly different outfit outta him, and that was it. Duman flopped down on the couch in what could best be described as a huff. ‘You said you’d dress up with me!’ ‘Yeah, I didn’t say I’d dress as a bird cat.’ ‘Okay, he’s not a bird cat, you know that.’ Duman adopted his best puppy eyes, channeling all the force of his plea behind his eyes. ‘Pleeeeeaaaaase? You loved watching the show.’ ‘I said I appreciated that they weren’t scared of some casual gore,’ Gantlos corrected. ‘Can’t I wear something else?’ ‘No, I spent a month on this!’ ‘You coulda just used magic.’ ‘You know I like doing these by hand. Magical clothing can fade…I like stuff like this to be…y’know, permanent.’ ‘Yeah, yeah, I know…’ Gantlos frowned. ‘…Husk has little hearts on his face. You weren’t planning to…’ Duman produced a makeup palette, and Gantlos recoiled. ‘Ohhhhh no. No way.’ ‘If you didn’t want me to go nuts here, you shoulda said something beyond ‘You can handle costumes, you know I’m not creative like that.’’ …Dammit, the man had a point. He’d just assumed Duman would pick…well, um…oh who was he kidding, he hadn’t thought it through. ‘Nice costume!’ Anagan’s eyes widened with delight as he caught sight of Duman, resplendent in a carefully hand-sewn Angel Dust costume. This one, Gantlos held far less animosity for. It was either that he wasn’t being made to wear it, or that it involved Duman in thigh highs. …It was probably the thigh highs. ‘Thanks! Whatcha think of this one?’ Duman held up his Husk costume, and Anagan had to hide a grin. ‘For…for Gantlos? I love it. When are you getting him into makeup?’ ‘I hate you…’ Gantlos hissed under his breath. ‘Duman, why is there the skin of a winged cat on my couch?’ Ogron inquired, wandering and tugging awkwardly at the warlock robe he’d been coaxed into for tonight, despite insisting that it was ‘historically and culturally as accurate as a dinosaur with a toaster oven’. ‘It’s Husk!’ ‘Yes, I suppose a skin is a husk of sorts…’ Everyone gave Ogron the typical ‘you’re not getting it, just move on’ look, and he returned to trying to casually pick the silver embroidery out from his cuff. ‘Gantlos is refusing to wear the costume I spent a month on, at his request.’ ‘I didn’t request this.’ ‘You said I could design a costume, and I wanted to do this one with you…’ Duman held up the costume pleadingly. ‘Huskerdust…c’mon…please?’ On the one hand, Gantlos wanted to make Duman happy. And he’d hardly said Duman couldn’t make this. On the other, it was a furry bodysuit with wings and a top hat. There were limits. ‘C’mon, G,’ Anagan coaxed. ‘We’re just going to a party; everyone’ll be too drunk ten minutes in to take in your costume.’ ‘That’s if I don’t consume all alcoholic beverages first to forget about the fact this fabric didn’t even exist when this patterning was popular…’ Ogron muttered. Nobody really cared. ‘Why don’t you wanna wear it?’ Anagan asked curiously. ‘It’s just for fun. Hell, I’m a Super Mario Brother.’ ‘…Why?’ Anagan shrugged. ‘S’fun.’

‘…I’ll look silly!’ Gantlos gritted out, folding his arms. He was the wizard of destruction, how many people would take him seriously if they ever saw him with hearts on his face and a little feathered tail? ‘…Kinda the point.’ Anagan shrugged, twirling the novelty moustache he’d got from god-knew-where. ‘It’s Halloween, everyone looks silly. Duman’s in thigh-highs. Ogron…is wearing whatever mistake he’d like to point out next. And I think we all know I look dumb as hell.’ ‘…’ That was true. ‘…And if the Winx see this?’ ‘Stella probably makes a cat joke in battle and you crush her like normal.’ …That…wasn’t soooo bad. ‘Gantlos, I swear to god, if you find a way to escape this costumed madness and leave me alone in this nonsense-’ Ogron began, being swiftly cut off by Duman. ‘Please?’ He placed the top hat on Gantlos’s head. ‘Pretty, pretty please?’ Gantlos glanced up at the accessory. He did love a good hat… ‘…Alright, fine. One night. And if the Winx see pictures, we claim it was photoshopped.’ Duman lit up with glee, diving for his makeup kit. ‘Oh, you won’t regret this!’ And, actually, by the time they got home, he didn’t.