#campy halloween house

[stargazer-sims]

Campy Halloween House

As you can see, this is a house that doesn't take itself too seriously

I'm going to make it available for download, and I'll be posting it over at my CC blog soon (since it contains so much custom made CC).

[glass-trash-bab]

Need someone to kiss me on the mouth methinks. No reason

[motelfullmassage]

Movies for Halloween

House on Haunted Hill (1959)

Eccentric millionaire Fredrick Loren and his 4th wife, Annabelle, have invited 5 people to the house on Haunted Hill for a "haunted House" party. Whoever will stay in the house for one night will earn ten thousand dollars each. As the night progresses, all the guests are trapped inside the house with ghosts, murderers, and other terrors. Another wonderfully campy gem from producer/director William Castle! Enjoy!

[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it��s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask to be added!)

wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

[charliemwrites]

how do each keeper and their pet celebrate halloween?🦇

Oohoohoo don’t mind if I do!

Feral loves a spooky scary Halloween!! She and Simon watch a horror movie every night, and she’s extremely fascinated when he chimes in on anatomy or torture. They bake treats and decorate the house all spooky and gothic. She even dresses up some days, which are obvs Simon’s favorite. They carve pumpkins (she is relegated to one of those janky little saws) and light them up with fake candles. Feral baked pumpkin seeds to snack on.

Shy Thing actually also likes horror movies! Not ones that seem realistic - like home invasions or kidnappings, for example. But she loves a paranormal stuff or creature features, even she screams and hides against Johnny’s shoulder. They bake pumpkin bread (Johnny kneads) and lots of sweets. Like so many sweets, dear god. They carve one huge pumpkin together and Johnny chases her with pumpkin guts. He also gets her a black cat plush that she adores and cuddles with when he’s gone.

Good Girl enjoys Halloween but she’s not keen on horror movies. She either thinks they’re dumb or needlessly gorey and cheap. But she’ll watch classics, and a couple of the higher rated paranormal ones. She has to be up on the couch with Price in case there’s a jump scare she’s forgotten. He happily pulls her legs over his lap while they snuggle; he also suffers through the more campy movies like Hocus Pocus and Rocky Horror (he gets the entire soundtrack stuck in his head for three days). He lets her carve a small pumpkin out on the porch while he smokes a cigar. They decorate the house together very tastefully - pretty new blankets, leaf garlands, tiny gourds. Also she loves candles, so when she’s been good, he lights them around the house.

[letssimptogether]

“Never Have I Ever…”

Scream Group 4 x Reader

Summary/Warnings: The group of 4 is having a house party at Stu’s, drinking alcohol and playing “Never Have I Ever” — suggestive language and mentioning of alcohol in the fic below!

A/N: Sorry I took so long Anon! Had some things going on LOL

Requested: Yep!

Taglist: @kazuubaby @tulipsatmidnight @belaballs

It was a Friday night at Stu’s house, and so far, Stu, Randy, and Y/N were all sitting on the couch, the three of them deciding on which horror movies to watch and which were too campy. Billy was in the kitchen trying not to struggle with the popcorn.

On her way with Sidney, Tatum was bringing some jell-o shots and a few regular shots.

“What’s up, bitches!” Tatum chants sticking her tongue out, sauntering into the house with bags of what seems to be alcohol in the air.

Sidney shook her head smiling slightly, and quickly made her way next to Y/N, Tatum finding a spot near as well.

“You guys ready?” Randy wiggled his eyebrows, pointing the remote at the TV.

He didn’t wait for anyone to respond before turning on Halloween II; Sid rolled her eyes while Y/N and Tatum downed a shot before reaching for a handful of popcorn.

Billy took a shot and mumbled something to Randy and Stu.

“Let’s make this more interesting,” Stu stood up, a cheshire cat smile forming, “We should play ‘Never Have I Ever’!”

“I’m gonna need more alcohol, then.” Sidney half joked,

Sid’s response had Stu practically throwing a jell-o shot at her. Then Tatum, and finally Y/N. The boys grabbed their own, and Stu poured everyone a cup half full. The group all took the shot, and looked around at each other, silently quizzing who’s going first until Tatum finally broke the small silence.

“Never have I ever,” she paused for a moment, but then wiggled her shoulders and joked suggestively, “gone skinny dipping!”

Everyone looked around as Stu, Billy, Tatum, and Randy take a sip of their glass. Sidney and Y/N looked at each other quizzically, but laughed.

“Never have I ever,” Sidney spoke up, “never have I ever snuck into a building.”

Billy, Randy, and Stu all took a shot, while Y/N, Tatum, and Sidney sat there looking around at each other, whisper-joking.

“You think they had a threesome in there?” Tatum giggles.

“Oh definitely.” Y/N snorted, reaching for their glass.

“Oh my,” Sidney chokes taking a small sip from her glass.

Everyone turned their stare to Y/N, who just put their cup down. By this time, the alcohol was kicking in, and everyone was feeling a little giggly and witty. Stu started extending his arms, as if he were presenting Y/N.

“Never have I ever,” Y/N started, “been choked or choked myself during sex.”

The group shot their drinks practically through their noses as they watched Y/N take a shot.

“I beg your pardon, Y/N?!” Tatum gasped, “and you didn’t tell me?”

Sidney’s eyes widened, ‘with who?’ she mouthed to them. Y/N just winked at the pair in response.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” They joked, the liquor making them a bit flirty as Y/N set the cup down, touching fingers with Tatum in the process.

☆ ☆ ☆

By this time, Randy, Sidney, and Tatum all went home. Sid and Tatum spending the night together, and dropping Randy off at his house in the process. The only ones left were Y/N, Billy, and Stu.

The drunken triplet laid cuddled up on the floor and watched horror movies till around 3AM.

Stu’s voice slurred happily, “D’ya hear about the Woodsboro Murders-”

Billy’s intoxicated laugh rang through Y/N’s ears as they nodded their head.

“You know that’s us right?” Billy finished Stu’s sentence, and the both of them busted out laughing, before realizing what they admitted and going dead silent.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re the Easter Bunny and friends, if you stop cuddling me I’m gonna be pissed!” Y/N remarked, much emphasis on the word ‘pissed’.

The trio ended up cuddling the entire night, Billy to Y/N’s left and Stu to their right—their head rested in the crook of Billy’s neck as Stu’s arm draped around their waist.

[pasaatimonarkin]

A tradition

Han Jisung x reader

Some yummy fluff and a hint of Halloween for fun. Some mentions of a scary movie but nothing else worth warning about.

Having a writers block with No crying in the Busrlesque club so I scrambled up this.

Word count: 1,6k

Jisung's apartment smelled faintly of old books and the lingering scent of yesterday's takeout. It was a typical Friday evening in October, and the air outside was cool with the promise of an early winter. He had always been a bit of a hoarder, so the shelves were filled with books and DVDs that looked as if they hadn't moved in years. You, on the other hand, were more of a minimalist, but you found comfort in the chaos of his place. It was your safe haven when you needed a break from your pristine, almost sterile home.

The TV flickered to life, casting eerie shadows across the room. Jisung had chosen a horror movie, a classic from the 80s that you hadn't seen in ages. You both settled onto the couch, a bowl of popcorn in the middle.

"You okay with this one?" he asked, popping a kernel into his mouth, his eyes flicking over to gauge your reaction.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to sound more casual than you felt. You had always been the one to scream and hide during these movies, but tonight you were determined to keep your cool. After all, you didn't want to be the butt of his jokes again.

The movie began with the standard opening credits, the synthesizer music setting the tense atmosphere. You could feel the couch cushions sink as Jisung shifted closer, his arm brushing against yours. It sent a shiver down your spine, but not from the film. You stared at the screen, willing yourself to focus on the cheesy special effects rather than the warmth emanating from his body.

"You know, you could've picked a comedy," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood and keep the butterflies in your stomach from going haywire.

Jisung grinned. "Where's the fun in that?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "It's like a countdown to Halloween. This is just the appetizer. And besides this isn't even scary. Or perhaps for you it is, like literally everything "

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling. Jisung had always had a flair for the dramatic. And he liked scary stuff and god how he loved Halloween. You on the other hand were a scaredy cat and Jisung knew it. He always had. But you liked watching movies with him, especially when it was something that you could hide behind, something that didn't require you to confront the feelings you had for him.

The opening scenes of the movie were more campy than scary. The actors were clearly overacting and the plot was predictable, but you found yourself getting into it. The popcorn was good and the company was great.

As the night progressed and the film grew darker, the air between you two grew heavier. You could feel it, thick and palpable. Each time a scream pierced through the TV speakers, you jumped a little closer to Jisung.

Without warning, Jisung's arm slipped around your shoulders. It was a casual, comforting gesture, one that friends often did. But the electricity of it sent your heart racing. You stiffened for a moment, unsure how to react. Your mind raced with thoughts of whether this was just a friendly move or if it meant something more.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear, "the boogeyman won't get to you while I'm here."

You managed a laugh, but it came out shakier than you intended. The warmth of his arm was comforting, but it also made your skin tingle in a way that had nothing to do with fear. You shifted slightly, trying to ignore the way your heart was thumping against your ribcage.

The movie's protagonist was now trapped in a dilapidated house with the killer on the loose. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the ease with which she navigated the shadows. You, on the other hand, felt like you were fumbling through a minefield of unspoken feelings.

As the movie hit its climax, the tension in the room spiked. You were practically in Jisung's lap, your heart pounding in time with the film's score. The silence stretched on, the only sounds being the frantic footsteps on screen and the occasional pop of popcorn.

The heroine of the film found a weapon, a knife gleaming in the moonlit kitchen. Jisung's arm tightened around you, and you glanced up at him. His eyes weren't on the screen; they were fixed on you.

"You're not scared, are you?" he teased, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"No," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. But the tremble in your voice betrayed you.

Jisung's smile grew into a grin. "Liar," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. His arm didn't move, keeping you close.

"Why do you say that?" You tried to play it cool, but the tremble in your voice was unmistakable.

Jisung leaned in closer, his eyes shimmering with a playful mischief. "It's just the way your face scrunches up," he said, his voice low and teasing. "It's adorable."

You felt your cheeks flush. No one had ever called you adorable, not like that. You turned away, focusing back on the movie, but your heart was racing. The scene had shifted to the protagonist hiding in a closet, the killer's shadow looming just outside the door.

As the suspense built, the silence grew thicker. You could hear Jisung's soft breathing next to you. You were acutely aware of the proximity of your bodies, the warmth of his arm still around your shoulders. The anticipation in the film mirrored the anticipation in your chest.

"Do you think she's going to make it?" you whispered, hoping to distract yourself from the unspoken tension.

Jisung's eyes flicked back to the screen, his smile fading a bit. "Well, she's got the knife. That's a good sign."

The scene grew tense, the killer's shadow moving closer and closer to the closet door. You found yourself gripping the edge of the couch cushion, your knuckles turning white. Jisung's grip on your shoulders tightened slightly, whether in solidarity or to keep you from jumping again, you weren't sure.

Then it happened. The jumpscare that had been so expertly crafted. The killer burst through the closet door, the protagonist's scream echoing through the apartment. In a moment of pure instinct, you leaped into Jisung's lap, your arms wrapping around his neck in a vice grip. The popcorn bowl toppled over, raining salty kernels across the floor.

Jisung's laughter was immediate, deep and contagious. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his chest shaking with mirth. "You know I got you with that one," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You couldn't help but laugh too, feeling your tension dissolve into a mix of embarrassment and relief. "Shut up," you mumbled into his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed face. His laughter subsided into quiet chuckles, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

Jisung gently reached for the remote and paused the movie. The killer on the screen froze mid-leap, the protagonist's terrified expression etched in time. You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else.

"Maybe this should be our thing. A scary movie night, every October. It's like a tradition, you know?" he murmured softly.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You were still clutching onto him, your heart hammering against his chest. Like you wanted to almost shit your pants in tradition.

Jisung leaned back, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. "Well, it's a good way to get you in my arms, isn't it?"

You pulled away slightly, your cheeks burning. "Jisung," you began, not quite knowing what to say. The air between you had shifted, the playful banter suddenly feeling loaded with unspoken meaning.

He met your gaze, his smile softening. "I mean it. We've been doing this for years. It's just us, scared and laughing together. It's… nice." His voice was sincere, his eyes searching yours for a response.

You took a deep breath, "Yeah," you agreed, your voice barely a murmur. "It is nice."

Jisung's expression grew more serious, his gaze intense. "But I want more than just nice," he said, his voice low and earnest. Your heart skipped a beat as his arms slid around you more securely, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

You swallowed hard, the words you'd rehearsed in your head a thousand times suddenly lost. The movie, the darkness, everything faded into the background as you stared into his eyes. You could see the question there, the hope, and the fear of rejection. The tension was no longer from the film but from the unspoken words hanging in the air.

With a tremble in your heart, you decided to make the leap. You leaned in, closing the gap between your lips. Time seemed to slow down as you felt the softness of his mouth, his surprise giving way to a gentle pressure as he responded. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you as the kiss grew deeper.

Breaking away, you both took a moment to breathe. Jisung's eyes searched yours, a hint of disbelief and excitement dancing in them. "Definitely starting a tradition," he murmured, his voice hoarse. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, sending a shiver down your neck.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. "I'd like that," you said, your voice still shaky from the kiss. The confession was out, floating in the air like a whispered secret, and it felt like a weight had lifted from your shoulders.

[milfjagger]

halloween recs 2024 🎃

more halloween/horror recs for you all!!! these are all movies that meet at least two (if not all) of my "halloween movie" criteria, which are as follows:

set in autumn or october specifically

features halloween decorations, or typical halloween activities such as pumpkin carving, trick or treating etc

features elements of the supernatural, especially typical "halloween" characters like ghosts, witches and vampires

gothic, scary, spooky or creepy

comedic or campy

not all of these are horror; not all of the "horror" movies are scary in any quantifiable way. movies that (i think) are suitable for people who have a fairly low horror tolerance will be marked with an asterisk (*). movies that are (generally regarded as) not scary at all will be marked with a double asterisk (**). ENJOY!!!

🎃 ghosts & haunted(?) houses 🎃 oddity (2024) cobweb (2023) the black phone (2021) terrified (2017) crimson peak (2015) lake mungo (2008) the orphanage (2007) the devil's backbone (2001)* the others (2001) ghostwatch (1992) candyman (1992) lost hearts (1973) the haunting (1963) the innocents (1961)

🎃 curses, witches & demons 🎃 longlegs (2024) the first omen (2024) late night with the devil (2023) talk to me (2022) smile (2021) & smile 2 (2024) the dark and the wicked (2020) halloween party (2019)* pyewacket (2017) the devil's candy (2015) the witch (2015) the blackcoat's daughter (2015) the babadook (2014) sinister (2012) the house of the devil (2009) wake wood (2009) the ring (2002) the blair witch project (1999) ringu (1998) the craft (1996)* the serpent and the rainbow (1988) hellraiser (1987) suspiria (1977) the omen (1976) the exorcist (1973) & the exorcist iii (1990) the blood on satan's claw (1971) the devil rides out (1968)* black sunday (1960) night of the demon (1957)*

🎃 vampires, werewolves, zombies & monsters 🎃 lisa frankenstein (2024)* evil dead rise (2023) the ritual (2017) evil dead (2013) dog soldiers (2001) ginger snaps (2000) & ginger snaps 2: unleashed (2004) bram stoker's dracula (1992) it (1990) pet sematary (1989) pumpkinhead (1988) the lost boys (1987)* fright night (1985) re-animator (1985) & bride of re-animator (1990) gremlins (1984)* the howling (1981) an american werewolf in london (1981) evil dead movies (1981-1992) dracula (1958)* nosferatu (1922)*

🎃 dark fantasy 🎃 gretel & hansel (2020) the hallow (2015) red riding hood (2011)* coraline (2009)* pan's labyrinth (2006)* the spiderwick chronicles (2008)** sleepy hollow (1999)* edward scissorhands (1990)** the juniper tree (1990)* the witches (1990)* labyrinth (1986)** the company of wolves (1984) something wicked this way comes (1983)*

🎃 spooky anthologies 🎃 v/h/s 99 (2022) v/h/s 94 (2021) the mortuary collection (2019) tales of halloween (2015) trick 'r' treat (2007) creepshow (1982) & creepshow 2 (1987) the monster club (1981)* black sabbath (1963)

🎃 non-horror & barely-horror 🎃 the munsters (2022)** frankenweenie (2012)** corpse bride (2005)** scooby-doo (2002)** & scooby-doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004)** practical magic (1998)** halloweentown (1998)** casper (1995)** hocus pocus (1993)** the nightmare before christmas (1993)** the halloween tree (1993)** death becomes her (1992)** ernest scared stupid (1991)* the addams family (1991)** & addams family values (1993)** beetlejuice (1988)* the witches of eastwick (1987)* the halloween that almost wasn't (1979)** kenny & company (1976)** the paul lynde halloween special (1976)** the rocky horror picture show (1975)** the adventures of ichabod and mr toad (1949)** bud abbott and lou costello meet frankenstein (1948)** betty boop's hallowe'en party (1933)**

🎃 wacky, weird & so-bad-it's-good 🎃 NB: i cannot vouch for the quality of these movies. actually some of them are borderline unwatchable but i did personally enjoy them. real halloweeners will understand malignant (2021) the barn (2016)* 31 (2016) deathgasm (2015) the dog who saved halloween (2011)** dead silence (2007) the covenant (2006)* house of 1000 corpses (2003) casper meets wendy (1998)** the people under the stairs (1991) troll 2 (1990)** warlock (1989)* hack-o-lantern (1988)* killer klowns from outer space (1988)* ghost fever (1987)** trick or treat (1986)* the worst witch (1986)** ghoulies (1984)* halloween iii: season of the witch (1982) witch's night out (1978)**

[hiskillingjar]

Do you recommend any movies for this Halloween?

oooh what a fun question!

i love horror of all kinds so i always have a ton of recommendations if someone is looking for horror ESPECIALLY around halloween. soooo i'll split my big ones into lists. under the cut cus it's a long post lmao

typical halloween fare for a newbie who doesn't like gore

beetlejuice. a fun older romp that's suitably spooky (not at all scary lol) and fun to watch with a non-horror fan (don't watch the sequel though)

hocus pocus. another fun campy romp that i watch every halloween. are you a gay person if you don't like hocus pocus (and i reference it whenever i do a conference paper lmao)

ghostbusters. a classic, of course, and sigourney weaver…woof woof.

monster squad. universal monsters come to life and it's up to a group of plucky horror-obsessed youngsters to stop them. cute and fun!

witches of eastwick. cher, susan sarandon, and michelle pfeiffer. mothers are mothering.

classics for versed horror fans

halloween. a classic, i prefer the orginal 1979 version but the recent requel is a great romp, and the rob zombie version is dogshit but in a fun way. it has a million sequels too, so you could watch them all month

trick r treat. another classic, a little more modern, an antholody of short scary and gory films all themed around Halloween :)

scream. one of my favourites (literally have a tattoo for it) and the ultimate classic. so easy to watch and the best time you'll have watching a horror movie

jennifer's body. a contemporary classic, megan fox plays a sexy demon and there are cute goth boys too! i like lisa frankenstein more (watch that too) but it's still an emblem of emo-ism

reanimator. i'm wearing a reanimator t-shirt right now so i have to. gay people reanimate the dead. good movie!

underrated new watches for a more versed horror fan

wolf creek 2. torture porn for when you've finished the saw franchise. i recommend 2 because it's a lot more bizarre and fun, but the first one is good too :) (cw for rape though)

the loved ones. despicable campy gorefest, a girlboss torturing a beautiful emo boy, i fucking LOVE this movie and i wish more people knew about it, it's iconic.

house of 1000 corpses. i'm not a HUUUUUGE fan of this movie, but it's got a good halloween aesthetic to it :)

ginger snaps. teenage girls turning into werewolves, this has a GREAT aesthetic to it (better than jennifer's body to me) and katherine isabelle is my woman crush wednesday forever and ever

fright night. gay vampires trying to groom kids into gay vampisism :) but it's a lot more playful then that, chris sarandon is such a hottie in this movie too

[zackthebrown2]

time for me to be your friendly neighborhood crypt keeper. here are some horror/horror adjacent short films arranged by run time to watch for halloween!

Ashes of Doom (1970) - dir. Grant Munro (2:09) Banshee (2021) - dir. Matt Ditko (5:25) Bone Mother (2018) - dir Sylvie Trouvé & Dale Hayward (8:24) Bad Peter (2018) - dir. Zach Strauss (8:56) NYGHIL (2023) - dir. Robin Zeeb (9:43) He Took His Skin Off for Me (2014) - dir. Ben Aston (11:31) Possibly in Michigan (1983) - dir. Cecilia Condit (11:46) My House Walk-Through (2016) - dir. PiroPito (12:00) Sweet Meats (2023) - dir. Rebecca Myshrall (12:26) O, Glory! (2022) - dir. Charlie Edwards-Moss & Joe Williams (15:36) Whitetail (2022) - dir. Josh Minyard (15:52) The Dumb Waiter (1979) - dir. Robert Bierman (17:36) Home Education (2016) - dir. Andrea Niada (23:25)

notes and comments below:

Ashes of Doom - This is actually a Canadian anti-smoking PSA, but I loved how campy it is.

Banshee - Not overly scary, but the last few moments are excellent.

Bone Mother - A nice little stop-motion short featuring Baba Yaga.

Bad Peter - This was made in 2018, but anything with rogue/malevolent AI seems especially prescient these days.

NYGHIL - This is actually the second in a series of three (so far) shorts that takes place in the same cosmic horror universe, but this one is my favorite. Very little narration/exposition, but the visuals are great.

He Took His Skin Off for Me - Have you ever watched a quirky indie romance and thought, "I wish someone in this relationship had the first layer of their skin removed so that their bloody muscles were continuously exposed?" If so, this short is for you.

Possibly in Michigan - It's a cliché description, but this has the vibe of an Adult Swim short except that it was made in the 80s.

My House Walk-Through - A bit of a slow burn, but incredibly well done.

Sweet Meats - Not to oversell it, but this short made me say, "What the fuck," several times out loud.

O, Glory! - Set in the 70s while also nailing the 70s film aesthetic.

White Tail - The pacing and increasing tension are great with the (almost) lack of a soundtrack really adding to the mood.

The Dumb Waiter - Directed by the guy who made Vampire's Kiss (starring Nicolas Cage), this short made 9 years earlier is a moody home apartment invasion drenched in 70s film grain.

Home Education - This short's premise is simple (How would a mother and daughter living in an EXTREMELY insular home schooled environment deal with the death of the father?), but how it goes about revealing the home life and the mother-daughter relationship is excellent.

[steveharrington]

i love your taste in movies, do you have any recommendations for scary movies that are on streaming right now? i just moved and i'm planning to get a library card this weekend but until then i need something to tide me over :)

oh thank you!!! yes! this is just from taking a look around at some of the horror streaming guides i’ve seen online so hopefully these are accurate to which service they’re said to be on!

on netflix:

•train to busan (2016) is an all timer for me that i really think is just a masterpiece. even if you’re a little burned out on zombie media, i still say give train to busan a chance because it does zombies in a way that felt really refreshing and different. the characters in this movie are so well done and it makes me genuinely emotional every time i watch <3

•as above, so below (2014) is such a fun movie like omg….i simply was having the time of my life watching it. really leans into as many scares as it can possibly think of, doesn’t take itself or its subject matter too seriously, genuinely gives me sweaty palms sometimes with the claustrophobia of the paris catacombs. also has the rlly cute guy from cloverfield/super store who i have a big crush on

•some honorable mentions: zombieland (2009) is forever a comfort movie for me, scary stories to tell in the dark (2019) did a genuinely great job imo of adapting the book series, and pearl (2022) is just a great time

on HBO max:

•poltergeist (1982) is an underrated fav of mine <3 weirdly i think of it as like a family friendly horror movie? like i think you could sit down kids in front of poltergeist and they’d generally be okay, which i love and find so compelling in movies that genuinely are scary but also kinda work with younger viewers. feat. the iconic zelda rubinstein

•trick r treat (2007): THEEE halloween movie. its literally a movie ABOUT halloween and about the love of the holiday and the season. genuinely makes me feel so emotional about halloween and the beautiful lovely meaningful holiday it is for so many of us. just a fun campy time, everything ties together in such a clever way, and sam is a little baby. what more could you want?

•honorable mentions: of course the scream franchise (1-4) are classics and so worthy of rewatching, and i’ll recommend open water (2003) because to me it is absolutely terrifying and i find myself thinking about it very often

on hulu:

•the omen (1976) always hits for me. i love this movie and find it so effective in its horror. i LOVE a creepy kid. a bit of the omen trivia: in the final shot, damien wasn’t originally intended to be smiling. he was supposed to look dead ahead at the camera. but the actor was told to be serious and look stern, which made him giggle, so the smile at the end is genuine in that he was trying to suppress a laugh. they kept it because it came across so sinister and tonally perfect in the context of the movie :)

•sea fever (2020) listen no one EVER talks about this movie but i was blown away by it. ocean horror is one of my moms fav subgenres so if we can find a horror movie about the ocean you better believe we will be watching. i thought the concept of this movie and its monster (? if you can call it that) were so fresh and original. compared to its predecessors like leviathan or deep star six, i honestly think sea fever is more effective in its scares

•honorable mentions: hulu has so many good choices! alien (1979) and the fly (1986) are obviously beloved classics for a reason. also if you’re looking for a series, castle rock is near and dear to my heart and is very well done

on prime:

•hell house llc (2015) is another one of those classic Halloween movies to me like it truly is a love letter to the holiday…mwah. found footage is my fav subgenre and this movie does it very well. it has one of the most effective scares that truly took my breath away upon first watch and stuck with me ever since

•10 cloverfield lane (2016): ohhh the cloververse my beloved….i often speak highly of cloverfield (2008) because it’s one of my absolute favorite movies of all time, but i don’t as often talk about 10 cloverfield. not sure why tbh because i love it as well! holy FUCK john goodman is scary in this. it truly sets up a horrifying situation, does so much with a small limited environment, and again john goodman has me shakin in my boots. you don’t have to have seen cloverfield to watch this one! you can watch em out of order no problem

•honorable mentions: of course the thing (1982) is immaculate and gets me every single time. just getting reports right now that lisa frankenstein (2024) is already on prime, HIGHLY recommend, wish i could go back in time to the day i watched this in theaters alone in a new windbreaker i had just thrifted and felt so at peace

honorable streaming service mention: shudder is worth a subscription if you’re wanting to go all in on horror this halloween season. it’s got such a fun eclectic collection and amazing movies like late night with the devil (2024) and series like history of horror

[ghostytoad]

🎃 ROTTMNT Halloween Headcanons 🎃

Horror Movies

Summary: The Hamato siblings & horror movies

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey, & April

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House Edition

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House (x Reader ver.)

i added a few horror movie references here and there (betcha can't name 'em all!)

Raph:

Favorite genre: Zombie horror

Least favorite genre: Gore/Torture

isn't too fond of horror movies; would rather watch action movies

he's convinced that 'based on a true story' movies are 100% real

easily jumpscared but tries to laugh it off every time

leo will tease him about his fear stink tho

believes twilight technically counts as horror

"it's a movie about vampires and high school! how'zat not scary?"

might watch horror movies alone if he's surrounded by plushies and his blanket

won't sleep all night tho

leaves the light on after a horror marathon "just in case"

Donnie:

Favorite genre: Psychological when done right; Time-loop horror

Least favorite genre: Found footage

isn't too bothered by horror movies

but plot holes will frustrate him to no end

and he WILL make his brothers listen to him rant about it afterwards

"SCOFF! he was OBVIOUSLY a ghost, literally no one else noticed him or talked to him!"

prefers j-horror (subbed even tho he understands japanese)

he doesn't have a favorite movie but he does like the japanese film 'horrors of malformed men' (江戸川乱歩全集恐怖奇形人間)

considers found footage horror movies inferior and 'lazy'

spends most of the movie criticizing the characters and making fun of the villain

was terrified of pennywise as a kid (dvd rental mix-up that went unnoticed by papa splinter)

for the longest time, he thought pennywise lived in their sewers

Leo:

Favorite genre: Slasher movies; Parody horror

Least favorite genre: Classic

he loves horror movies and binges them for halloween

joins in on donnie's commentary, which mildly annoys mikey and raph

most of leo's commentary is just making fun of his brothers

"oh hey, don bon! i had no idea you were on tv... congrats on the blob monster role~!"

finds silent horror movies to be incredibly booooring

enjoys campy 80s horror (evil dead 2, gremlins, creepshow, ect)

unironically considers killer klowns from outer space a masterpiece

is banned from picking movies bc of this

might get spooked from time to time

not that he'll admit it

nothing can shake this ninja warrior, nuh uh no way

Mikey:

Favorite genre: Paranormal/Ghost movies

Least favorite genre: Psychological

considers himself a "horror expert" and owns all the classics

likes to play "who would survive this plot" with his brothers during the movie

according to him, leo's usually the most likely to die first

has a plan for every possible zombie apocalypse scenario (that he totally didn't get from a bunch of zombie movies)

"i'm not saying that he *should*, but donnie could totally build a giant prison maze for ghosts. it'll be just like the movie!"

will occasionally watch scary movies alone in the dark

overestimates his fearlessness every time-

loves a good ghost movie but he's a bit of a scaredy cat

might need a few cutesy romance movies afterwards to feel better

April:

Favorite genre: Found footage

Least favorite genre: Slasher/Killer horror

loves a good horror movie binge and will jump on any chance to watch them with her brothers

always ready with halloween themed snacks and candies

is also a self-proclaimed "horror expert"

she knows a lot more than mikey tho

can tell you about the directors, the history of horror movies, and the stories the movies are based on with complete detail

"movie night at my place? i've got just the thing to scare y'all out of your shells~"

rec is probably one of her top 5 favorite movies

likes the idea of creating her own found footage horror movie

mikey, leo, and splinter are all on board to be in her movie

donnie and raph? not so much

[hookedsworks]

THE BUTCHER AND THE SHADOW

For @polteergeistt

as promised (back in May, I know), I gift to you this campy funny serial killer III and stalker IV snippet. Enjoy!!

CW/TW: death. character death. III and IV literally kill someone. dead dove do not eat. they're also kind of horny about it.

word count: 1353

“You don't think it's wrong?” IV’s voice rang out pitchy and unsure. 

“Naw, I mean what are you really doing that's all bad? They don't even know you're looking, man. If they really wanted privacy, they'd close their curtains,” 

“I think it's called stalking, but, I want to look,” 

“Just look?” III inquired. His eyes lit with a very concerning look. His mouth twisted into a disturbing smirk. “What would you do, if you had them in your hands, IV?” 

“In my hands?” his face scrunched up, thinking of all the things he’d do if he actually had the object of his desire within his grasp. III handed him something. It’s a mask that would cover his whole face, black with a gold muzzle. III grinned, showing IV the mask’s equal opposite. IV was terribly confused. He was still thinking of all the things he’d do once he had them in his hands, shifting uncomfortably when he started to get hard. 

“It’s October. Let’s see if they’re going to a Halloween party tonight,” III’s eyes were lit up still, twisted in delight and turning white blue. 

“You mean? Together?” III was a demon, the Butcher, that thing that the news cycle couldn’t get enough of. IV was a common stalker. “I don’t… I’m not-” 

“Shhh, IV. I’ll show you everything,” III was terribly excited now, and would likely be taking IV’s target out with or without him. IV began to nod, assenting to this strange twist of his Saturday night. “We can even bring them back here, if you want. String them up, cut the major arteries so that they’re coated in their own blood,” IV inhaled sharply at the image that III was painting. III was playing around on his phone while IV willed his dick to go down. “Yep, look. Party tonight. They even posted the address, what a moron,” III laughed. “Easy kill,” 

III was wrong, but it was even more fun that way. 

The house was huge, filled with drunken mummies and high ghosts. They fit right in with their masks on. 

“Woah, dude, cool Butcher costume! He’s a freak. And who’s he?” some guy in a Ghostface mask asked, gesturing at IV. 

“My Shadow,” III replied before IV could say anything. 

“Ooo, right on, freaky dudes!” no one even paused to think that this was the actual Butcher in front of them. In fact, most people were heaping praise onto them both about the costumes and their creativity. 

“What if the real Butcher decides to get you? For stealing his look?” someone asked III. III had easily integrated them into a giant group of people, including IV’s target in a half assed ghost costume, with holes cut in a top sheet. III cackled. 

“I’d like to see him try,” was his snappy response to the..duckling, maybe? Mostly yellow fishnets and a feathered tail. IV wanted the ghost on their knees before him. He was sort of drilling holes in the side of their head. III slapped his thigh, snapping him out of it. “Dude, you could like. Chill the fuck out on the stalker staring,” III sort of whispered through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry,” IV mumbled. The party progressed. The ghost stood up and walked out onto the back porch. 

“Go. Now,” III commanded IV. They both got up, and followed the ghost, who was puking over the balcony. 

“Oh, shit man. You okay?” IV immediately asked, unthinking. The ghost was unable to answer, because they were in the middle of vomiting their guts up. Once they stopped, IV tried again. “Yo, ghostie, you good?” 

“I’m a,” hiccup, “fuckin’ poltergeist, you ass,” the ghost, well, poltergeist, retorted. 

“Okay, ghostboy, seems like you’ve had too much to drink. Can we call anyone for you, take you anywhere?” III interjected. 

“H-home,” III’s eyes widened in delight. He was very intentionally misinterpreting what they had requested. 

“Home. You got it,” and III hoisted them up over his shoulder. They all made their way through the party, and not one person even tried to stop them while they carried their mark out of the house. Getting the ghost into the car was easy, but once III started driving in what was the wrong direction from the ghost’s perspective, they started freaking out. IV was in the back with them. He quickly used a seat belt to restrain their hands. 

“Alright, alright. Calm down,” IV told them as he bound them. They just started kicking instead, so he wrenched their legs across his lap and he used another seat belt to restrain them. Thankfully, III had a huge vintage American car with a giant bench in the back. “If you’re good, I’ll untie you. But you’re not being good, so I’m not going to untie you,” 

“You’re a quick study, IV,” III laughed. This was going to be so fun, especially since IV seemed so well suited to the games III liked to play. III looked at him from the rearview for a moment, taking in that wide, stocky build of his shoulders. Oh, I wonder if he'd fuck me in front of our victim… 

The way III was looking at IV had him thinking he might do more than just kill someone tonight. 

III whipped the vehicle into his driveway. Lucky he'd cleaned out his basement the other day. Fresh tools, clean table, new rope. And now a new partner. And fresh meat. 

“Shall we string him up? Skin him? Make him scream?” IV had ideas about what to do with the writhing poltergeist in his hands. He gripped him firmly, likely bruising his biceps. “Let's get him into your basement, I want to dye his pretty blue hair with his blood,” IV was in it now, and he was battling a raging hardon thinking about killing his little victim with III.

III was ecstatic, helping IV wrangle the squirming man down into his basement. He got ropes on him as the poltergeist screamed. He thrashed and bit at IV, and III loved the teeth marks he left on him. “You look so cute with those teeth marks in your arms,” III purred. He tested the knots binding the poltergeist, and then strung him up.  III pulled his favorite knife out of his belt. The poltergeist screamed again on seeing it. IV snatched it out of his hand and lunged. He got right in the poltergeist’s face, pressing the knife hard against his throat. Blood bloomed on the knife’s edge. The screaming stopped. 

“Oh fuck, that's good,” IV groaned. III stalked up behind him and pressed against IV so that IV could feel III's entire body. Including his boner. 

“I can make it even better,” he whispered into IV’s ear. IV arched that spectacular ass back into III as he dragged the knife through the poltergeist's clothing. The knife was sharp enough that a thin red line bloomed on his skin as IV sliced through the clothing. His ghost sheet was long gone. III wrapped his hand around IV's and began to use it to torture the poltergeist. He sliced ribbons into the young man's arms and torso. 

“Are you going to kill me?” the poltergeist was nearly strangled by fear, but he had the balls to ask. 

“Yes, of course, love. That’s what makes it fun,” IV purred. III’s eyes lit at that, and his dick shot straight up so fast he thought he’d break his pants about it. III couldn’t help it, he stabbed right into the poltergeist’s abdomen. Blood came out of his mouth then. IV stuck his fingers in his mouth, painting his lips with his blood. 

“Aww, you gave him lipstick,” III grinned. IV returned the look, and III tugged the knife out of his gut. “I’m gonna slit his throat,” 

“Let me,” IV grabbed the knife from III and pressed it to the poltergeist’s throat. His blue hair shined under the cold light of the basement. The knife cut through his neck easily, blood pouring out and down his body. As the light stuttered out in the poltergeist’s eyes, III and IV gazed at one another.

[bitter69uk]

On this day (9 October 1957) in old showbiz history: House of Horror premiered on Portland, Oregon TV station KPTV. Like Vampira (Maila Nurmi) before her and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (Cassandra Peterson) afterwards, cadaverous cutie Tarantula Ghoul (real name: Suzanne Waldron, 1931 – 1982, affectionately known by fans as “Taranch”) provided campy comedic introductions to horror movies as the morbid Morticia Addams-like hostess of the weekly TV show from 1957 to 1959. Sadly, not a single frame of House of Horror survives (as was routine at the time, KPTV wiped and re-used the tapes of her shows), but backed by rock’n’roll band The Gravediggers, in 1958 Ghoul cut one immortal Halloween novelty single in her brief heyday: "Graveyard Rock" / "King Kong". Both songs are seasonal staples – crank ‘em up LOUD today! Her 1950s TV show may be long forgotten, but "Graveyard Rock" lives on every Halloween. Pictured: 1955 portrait of Waldon when she was appearing in the play "Oh, Men! Oh, Men!" As you can see, even out of Tarantula Ghoul drag she possessed a nicely macabre quality. (Frustratingly, there are extremely few decent quality pics of Ghoul / Waldron in circulation, and I’ve already posted them all over the years!). Link to the Lobotomy Room Halloween playlist. Read more about Waldron here.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

Let's start things off with something... Sweet.

Character: Portgas D. Ace Reader: cis!fem Warnings: Mostly fluff, oral given, 18+ only

Notes: This is part of @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead Collab.

Summary: You and Ace decide to have a quiet Halloween at home for once, and he comes up with an idea to help you get through a scary movie. -:- 1668 words

Treats with Ace

“I’m not saying I don’t want to watch it,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying I’m a real pansy when it comes to scary movies, and I don’t know that I’ll get through the whole thing.”

Ace had put a DVD in to play after coming over to your apartment. The idea had been to celebrate Halloween a little more intimately than you usually did. No big costume parties, no getting home at 4 in the morning too sloshed to do much except peel off costumes and pass out.

A nice, quiet evening, just the two of you.

You made some Halloween themed snacks and Ace had brought the movie. You’d been hoping for something truly campy and awful, like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, or something similar. Instead it was a legit, albeit still older, scary movie.

You weren’t upset, far from it, you just weren’t sure hiding behind Ace was going to be enough. You might have to get up and leave, and you didn’t want him to have to end the movie just because of you.

Ace gets a devious look on his face, grinning as he puts a hand along your shoulder. “I bet I can think of a way to help you get through it.”

You almost snort trying not to laugh. “Not being able to see the screen cause you’ve got your tongue half-way down my throat wouldn’t exactly be ‘getting me through it’.” You tease, leaning into him and tapping the tip of his nose.

He crinkled his face a little, wiggling his nose in response to the affectionate touch. “I promise, you’ll still be able to see the movie.”

You agree, and next thing you know you’re sitting almost on the edge of the couch. Almost every pillow in the house is behind you, letting you sit back a little despite being on the edge. Ace hits play on the movie and kneels down in front of you.

“Ace,” you start to say but he shushes you.

“Watch the movie, not me.” He says, sly smirk on his face as he tugs at the laces of your shoes. He looks up and gives you his earlier devious grin again. “Just use your safe word if you need me to stop.”

Ace moved slowly. Painfully slowly. The opening credits and scene had barely finished when he pulled your first shoe off. You were doing your best to ignore him, and focus on the movie, but his hands were hot against your legs, even with your pants still on.

When he took the first sock off you audibly gasped at the sensation of his bare hand against your skin. You heard him chuckle softly, rubbing his hand over your ankle before taking your other sock off. You were twenty minutes into the movie, and all you were certain about was that everyone in it was an idiot.

There was no amount of money that would convince you to go up to an old, abandoned asylum to spend the night. Especially if you had some kind of terrible secret in your closet that would be moral grounds to have you hunted by tortured spirits.

Ace’s hands wandered up your legs, and you glanced down at him nervously before looking back at the movie.

“Ah-Ace?” You question, your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Even through your pants, the heat and weight of his hands were sinking into you.

“I’m just going to take your pants off.” He says it almost flatly, despite the smirk on his face, and it takes you a second to process what he’s saying.

“Yeah, uh – huh?” You look down as he grips your hips and leans in, mouth open as he hooks his teeth onto the button of your jeans, tugging it free. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you scoot back into the couch a little, but the dense pack of pillows behind you doesn’t let you get far. “Ace!”

“Keep your eyes on the movie.” He says before taking the zipper clasp between his teeth and pulling it down.

“My eyes might be on the screen, but my brain isn’t paying attention.” You whine, as hot hands slip under your shirt and caress your stomach and sides. “D-Do any of these people survive?”

“Couple,” he answers off-handedly, moving his hands around to your back and lifting you a little while pulling your pants down at the same time. You lean back, gasping as you lift your hips to help him.

He pulls your pants down slowly, leaning over and leaving soft and dry, but warm kisses against your thighs as he inches them down. You have an iron grip on the couch, trying desperately not to squirm, and also to keep your eyes on the TV.

At this point you didn’t give a shit about the movie itself. The asylum ghosts could win for all you cared, and you didn’t normally like really dark endings like that. But the tension was nothing compared to what Ace was doing to you, and the tanned, freckled, tattooed brat you called your boyfriend had barely even begun.

As his kisses pass your knee his hands grab onto your calf, holding one leg and then the other still as he pulls your pants off. His kisses give way to his tongue as he licks your shin, sending odd shivers down to your toes and up your thighs, the sharp, teasing sensation of his teeth dragging against your skin randomly.

Now at least you knew why he’d been holding your leg so firmly. Your fists slam into the couch cushions when he repeated the process with the other leg. The strange sensation wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but you felt like you were caught between being tickled and teased.

Ace settled in between your thighs, pushing your legs open wide. “Your panties are soaked.” He teases, looking up at you. You can feel his gaze on you, but you’re trying to keep your eyes on the movie.

“N-no talking,” you stammer. “I… I won’t be able to hear the movie.”

“Sure, sure.” He muses, leaning in and licking along the inside of your thigh. Your breath falls out of your mouth like fog – heavy and low. You can barely keep your eyes on the screen as his tongue slides up toward your hips.

Ace’s dark eyes lock onto yours as he continues to the line of your thigh, pulling your panties aside just enough to lick the crease where your legs meet your hips.  He doesn’t even tell you to watch the movie before he’s pulling your panties down your thighs.

He leans back enough to bring your legs together long enough to pull them off and away, pushing your legs open wide as he leans back into you. He’s level with your face for a moment, kissing you sweetly, and all too briefly before he gives the tip of your nose a quick peck.

“Watch. The movie.” He emphasizes, before shifting back down between your thighs. He watches you for a moment, making sure you’ve managed to rip your gaze away from him and back to the television.

You have no idea what’s happening in the movie. People are dying, the ghosts seem to be winning, a couple people seem to be mostly on the innocent side, and at least smart enough to have survived so long. Right now though, you can’t even really remember the name of the movie, let alone anything else.

Ace licks the other crease of your thigh, and you let out a shivering gasp, almost crying to keep your eyes up and on the TV.  His arms hook around your thighs, and your fingers slip through his hair even as you keep watching the movie. Fingers spread you open, his hot breath washing over your wet and desperate clit.

The first swift flick of his tongue against your twitching pussy nearly causes you to scream, and if not for his arms around your thighs your hips would’ve come up off the couch entirely. You didn’t get a chance to admonish him for it, before he dived in entirely, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your body tensing as pleasure jolted through you like lightning.

He held you in place, arms braced against your hips, mouth nearly suctioned in place. He was well-practiced at pleasuring you, but tonight was the first time he’d teased you for so long before getting started. You hadn’t realized how turned on you’d been until your toes and torso were curling as your legs shivered.

“Ahhh-sssss!” You drag out his name, not quite saying it right as pleasure pulled your muscles tight. He didn’t stop, only grunting a little as you tugged on his hair harder than you meant to.

You sink into the pillows and the couch, releasing your grip on Ace’s hair, eyes hazy and body hot. Ace gives you a few more long, lazy licks, making your body twitch and your breath come out in shaky moans, before looking up at you with a grin.

“I should have you watch a scary movie more often.” He says, bringing your legs up with him as he leans up and over you enough to kiss you. “You came so fast.”

“Y-you teased me for forty minutes!” You protest, laughing as he nuzzles into your neck.

“All I did was undress you.”

“And kiss my legs,” you insist. “And then licked me. And then teased me!” Your protest falls into a moan as he grinds the bulge in his pants against your bare pussy.

“Gonna forgive me?” He muses, shifting his hips and listening to your needy sounds.

You lean back a little, admiring that crooked smile. You look down, tilting your head, before looking back up at him.

“Give me a proper treat, Portgas,” you drive your point home by grinding back against him. “And I will.”

[kenobion]

It's really close to Halloween so I want to make a list recommending some classic horror movies cause I love sharing - these are in no particular order, they're often campy but that's what makes them fun

Dracula (1931)

Frankenstein (1931)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931)

The Last Man on Earth (1964)

House on Haunted Hill (1959)

The Devil Bat (1940)

Cat People (1942)

The Curse of the Cat People (1944)

The House of Wax (1953)

The Black Cat (1934)

The Wolf Man (1941)

The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945)

The Mummy (1959)

Them! (1954)

The Thing From Another World (1951)

The Haunting (1963)

Mark of the Vampire (1935)

Night of the Living Dead (1968)

House of Usher (1960)

The Pit and the Pendulum (1961)

The Fly (1958)

The Blob (1958)