#spooktacular otp challenge

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Season of the Witch Masterpost

A continuation of the story Glamour with a budding relationship between fem!witch!Reader and Steve Rogers.

Story Summary: As a witch, your life always held a bit of adventure. Balancing that and running your shop, you were living your best life. But Captain America had to go dealing with things he did not understand. And you didn’t have the good sense to tell him no when he asked for your help. Story Warnings: general spookiness, language, adult situations, demons, witchcraft (I’m not an expert in witchcraft, things will be wrong, things will be made up, and mixed up). Written for @thefanficfaerie​‘s Spooktacular OTP Challenge. 31 posts over 31 days beginning October 1st. playlist

Chapters:

I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV| XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | XXVI | XXVII | XXVIII | XXIX | XXX | XXXI

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A Playful Family

OTP Challenge 10/02/2020

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 2,003

Warnings: Adult themes, language, LOTS of more fluff, sexy talk

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie​ ‘s OTP Challenge. I’m really enjoying these! Writing these out and just getting them out right away without worrying too much about plot. Just character stories with a family I already love. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“NO!” Thor shouts, nearly pushing your heart to stopping as he jumps towards you from the stairs.

You jump and gasp, pressing your hand against your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“Thor, what the fu-?”

“Ah-ah!” Thor chastises you, frowning. “Little ears abound, my sweetest, beautiful, loving, and most of all forgiving wife.”

He closes the distance between you, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you against his chest.

“What did you do?” You ask him, suspicious but he chuckles and kisses you, bring both hands up to hold your head still as he does.

His kiss is sweet and warm, a fluttering of his lips prompts yours open and he tastes you, guiding your head to the right as his own goes left and he wraps his arms around you to support your weight as he dips you to the side and very nearly sweeps you off your feet.

Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline as your arms go limp and you drop your sewing bag. Without its weight, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck loosely as Thor kisses all of your senses away.

He draws his tongue out slowly, letting it trace the center part of your upper lip as he stands you upright again. When you’re straight he gives you one final peck.

You’re not unaware of the fact that you’re standing there with your arms around him, lips still puckered, and your eyes shut as your now foggy mind begins to clear.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss.

“Now I know you did something.” You mumble.

Thor laughs but reaches down to take your bag and hurries around to hang it in its spot by the door. Your little bungalow, gifted by Tony when Thor had left you pregnant—though in his defense he didn’t know you were pregnant when he left you—hasn’t changed much. There are new additions to your walls and tables. New pictures with Thor and Rosie and Ben looking bigger and happier with his sister and his daddy at his side.

Your little kitchen with it’s round table is more scuffed than before with Thor here to add his own rough touch to it every now and then. Ben’s booster seat is gone as he’s grown enough to sit without one, but Rosie’s highchair sits among the other three, pink and yellow and green. And all throughout an array of pumpkins, both plaster and plastic, Rosie’s color changing ones on the island counter by the jar of Splenda packets.

Ben’s spoopy mirrors are hung upstairs along the hallway, wrapped in pulled cotton spiderwebs.

“I have done nothing. That is to say, nothing worth you getting angry at me over.” Thor corrects himself when you look skeptical. “May I ask a favor?”

With your arms hanging at your side, your coat still on, Thor slides behind you and helps you take it off. “Depends on the favor.”

Thor nods, moving to stand before you as he folds your jacket neatly and works out the creases you’ve made throughout the day. “What if I told you it was more a favor for Ben, than for me? Would that make you more amenable?”

You glare at him, reaching down with his hands nice and busy, and slide it far back enough that you can reach his butt and give it a pinch.

He jumps, “Hey!”

“You using our son to get me to agree to play your sick games?” You accuse.

Thor smiles slowly, softly, and the look in his eyes drives all teasing from you and makes your stomach flip. How can he look at you like that? How can he mean it? After everything you two have been through to get to this happy place—this happy home—you still can’t believe that Thor picked you.

“Only if it works.” He admits.

“Fine.” You sigh.

Thor smiles more widely then moves around you to hang your coat.

His heat suddenly wraps around you from behind, his hands tracing all the way down to your wrists then the backs of your hands which he cups gently, taking hold of them as he presses himself against you.

You can feel his pelvis pressed against your bottom, the subtle rubbing he’s teasing you with probably to punish you for the pinch to his butt.

When he speaks, the heat of his breath wafts along your ear and neck, chills erupting along your skin as your heart begins to pound and your panties become suddenly soaked.

“Close your eyes.” He whispers, voice so deep you can feel it in your hoo-haw.

“Thor-” You plead, hating him every bit for torturing you.

He leans a little further forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Please?”

You sigh but do as he wishes, shutting your eyes tight.

He takes hold of your head again, tilting it back and sideways until your lips meet his and he gives you another world melting kiss that leaves you breathless and hungry for more.

“I’ll be right back.” He tells you, then abandons you and what sounds like sprinting up the stairs.

“You’re gonna break the house!” You call to him, but he doesn’t reply.

A few minutes pass and your patience grows thin. You open your eyes and look up at the second floor landing but find it empty.

“Thor? How much longer?!”

“Do you have your eyes shut?!” Thor booms down the stairs.

You sigh, shaking your head as you turn slowly and press your hands over your eyes. With a smile you wait, your mind racing with all the possible surprises Thor and Ben might have cooked up in your absence.

“Okay! They’re shut.”

You try not to turn instantly when you hear Thor’s footsteps coming down the stairs accompanied by the sound of much smaller feet at his side.

You can hear Ben’s quiet giggle, his voice a little hiss. “Mommy will wuv it, wight daddy?”

“She’ll love it.” Thor whispers back and your heart could explode with the love you have for your boys.

They stop walking and a moment passes before Thor clears his throat. “Okay, you can look now.”

You turn, much too eager to see what they’ve been doing to take it slow and you very nearly fall to your knees at the sight of them.

All three of them, Thor, Ben at his side, and Rosie kicking and slapping her hands against Thor’s chest in excitement are dressed in footie pajamas.

Thor’s are black, the outline of bones along every inch of it making him look like a walking skeleton. Ben’s a little scarecrow with brown shoes, green pants with sewn in patches, a checkered red and yellow shirt with a patched up brown vest. Just above where the shoes end, where his pants end, and where his shirt meets his neck and wrists are tufts of soft stringy sun colored threads and fabric to make it look as if he is indeed fill with hay.

In Thor’s arms, Rosie’s own onesie is black on the top with what looks like the outline of what should be a corset that runs into the skirt of her pajamas stitched into the onesie, and then her legs are purple and green, made to look like a witch’s socks.

“Oh my goodness!” You gasp, genuinely pleased by the sight, downright tickled by how adorable your babies look but you play up the reaction for the benefit of your little ones.

Ben giggles, jumping once but remembers the rule about jumping in the house and stops immediately.

“You wike it, mommy?” Ben asks, clinging to Thor’s free hand tightly.

“I love it, sweet pea. Oh you all look so amazing! Come here, come give me a hug!” You drop to your knees and open your arms for him and he flies right for you, clinging tight when he’s in your arms.

“Surprise!” Thor exclaims, grabbing Rosie’s hand and shaking her little fist in celebration, then speaks for her. “Surprise, momma!”

“My Rosie, look at her, she looks so dang cute, Thor! Where did you find these?” You let Ben pull away from you as he runs into the living room, excited and eager to expend the extra energy that this little show has given him.

“At the shop, when we went to buy the decorations. I have yours upstairs. Yours is all white, with a shocked ghost face on it. Kinda looks like you did when I startled you.” He chuckles, teasing you heartlessly.

“Jerk.” You laugh, getting up and reaching for Rosie. She throws herself at you and you smother her cheek with kisses as Thor marches into the living room after Ben.

“Alright, son, we’ve shown your mother the pajamas. It’s time for bed.”

Ben gives a small defiant whine but then struts to the stairs and with lead in his feet and a pout on his lips, he walks up the stairs with Thor trailing behind him.

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“Are you really trying it on?” Thor calls from the room, waiting for you to make your appearance in your Halloween themed PJs.

“Of course. I need you to see me in it.” You tell him, wicked and knowing as to what you’re about to do.

He deserves it. He really deserves it after what he pulled downstairs.

“You’re not looking right?” You check, waiting with your hand on the door to your bathroom.

You’d left him sitting on his side of the bed, facing the large glass sliding doors that lead to the tiny balcony attached to your room. He’d already drawn the curtains thankfully.

“No. I’m not looking. I won’t cheat.” He promises and you believe him.

“Okay, here I come!” You announce then pull the door open and step out into your room.

He’s really still sitting facing the doors.

“What do you think?” You ask him and watch him lift his left leg onto the bed to traverse and turn towards you as best he can.

He might have been expecting the ghost pajamas but what you give him instead is soft gray baby doll lingerie set, with lace that looks like twisting dead tree branches along the top of your bust. The V neck ends between your breasts where the clasp holds the skimpy nightie shut. The layers of thin sheer fabric flow out at uneven lengths but hide just enough of the matching gray panties to tempt and give tantalizing sneaky peeks.

Thor’s jaw drops. He freezes. His eyes devour you from head to toe, but he doesn’t speak as you give him one quick spin that gives him a generous amount of you to ogle, the stop and pretend to only just remember the finishing touch.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You move around the bed towards your small vanity by the sliding doors and reach for the headband with small black horns.

You slide them onto your head and turn back to Thor, smiling when you see that his gaze has followed you from one side of the room to the other.

“Well? What do you think?” You give him another spin then sigh. “Maybe I should just go put on the ghost?”

You pretend to think about it.

“Yeah, I think the ghost would be better. Right?” You nod and make to move back around the bed to the bathroom but Thor’s arm shoots out at you like a cobra and with an easy pull he’s got you falling onto the bed on your back, bouncing as you laugh.

“Woah,” You laugh again. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep this one on then.”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, reaching down between your knees to trace his hot calloused fingers along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “No, I think you should take it off.”

His hands makes you breathless and as his fingers find the elastic edge of your underwear, you gasp, and he swallows hard.

“Here, let me help you.”

[avengingnomad]

Day 8- Face Painting

“James!” Natasha called out, while she opened a big bag of candy, “It’s almost time to go, you ready?”. She dumped the contents into a large glass bowl and placed it by the front door.

“Almost! I need a little help though!” James replied.

“Is this a job for mom or for dad?”

“Dad please!” James called from the upstairs bathroom.

Steve walked towards Natasha carrying a large pumpkin. “Be there in a minute, bud!” As he passed her, he placed a swift kiss on her cheek. “Any idea what he needs help with?”, he asked her.

She shrugged, “Guess you’ll find out when you get there, Soldier.” He turned around and gave her a salute.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Natasha went and put on her finishing touches on her makeup and put in a set of fangs in her mouth. This year, she decided to go as a vampire. Her red hair was slicked back, and red contacts on her eyes. She draped a long cloak over her shoulders. She flipped the collar up, and looked in the mirror. She opened her mouth to see her white fangs. She hissed lightly, and chuckled to herself.

I ought to check on the boys, she thought. She headed towards the bathroom.

“You draw, Dad, shouldn’t you be good at this?” James asked his dad.

“Yeah probably, but I’ve never used eyeliner before, kiddo. Hold still a sec.”

Natasha peered around the door with one eye. The bathroom counter was filled with paints, lipsticks, and used paper towels. James was sitting on the counter, Steve hunched over with an eyeliner pencil in his hand. “Shoot, let’s try again.” Steve reached for a wet paper towel.

“Need some help in here?”

James and Steve both turned their head toward Natasha. Steve looked relieved. James looked nervous. “Oh thank God, honey, we need your help.” Steve stepped back from the counter and gestured Natasha to step forward. “I thought I could do this, but I really can’t. This is nothing like working with paint.” He shook his head. His hands were covered in black splotches and smears.

“Hmm, well what is it that we’re trying to do here?” She asked taking a step closer to James, taking in his face.

“Kinda like this.” Steve handed his phone over. On the screen was a picture of a girl with whiskers, a black nose, and black around the entire eye. Natasha studied the photo for a minute.

“Alright, let’s do this. Steve, I’ve got it from here. Why don’t you go get into your costume, and I’ll get this cat ready to go.”Steve nodded and headed out the door.

“I’m not just a cat, mom. I’m Black Cat, like the one that came by a few times? Remember?” James reminded his mother.

“Oh, I’m very familiar with Black Cat, kiddo. We’ve hung out before. Close your eyes, hon.” James did as he was told, and Natasha grabbed the black eye shadow and began covering James’ eyelid in the dark powder. Next, she grabbed the mascara and rubbed it onto her finger. She dabbed James’ nose, making it as black as it could get. Once the nose was done, she found her blush. “I think you need a little color around your nose and cheeks as well. She added three lines to both cheeks. When she was satisfied, she turned James around to show him her work.

“What do you think?”, Natasha asked him.

James inspected himself in the mirror, turning his head left and right. “It’s pretty good.” James turned Natasha’s phone towards him and he looked at the photo again. “Can you do that, too?”. He zoomed into the girl’s eyes and pointed to her winged eyeliner.

“Absolutely. I’m professional at doing that.” Natasha smiled at James, “Close your eyes again, okay?”.

When they were both satisfied, they joined Steve at the front door. “Look at you, James! You look fantastic.” Steve kneeled down to get a better look at him. He put on a stern face, “Now I don’t want any trouble, Black Cat. No funny business tonight.” Steve winked at his son.

“And look at you, Mr. werewolf— now wait a minute, isn’t that cheating?” Natasha eyed his costume. He was wearing his normal stealth suit, but with brown fur on his gloves, above his boots, and tufts of it coming from his neck. Natasha hadn’t noticed before, but there was brown and grey paint on his face. He also had whiskers glued to his face, with big brown ears on top of his head.

“Oh come on, Natasha. This is iconic.” He gesture to himself. “You think I’m not gonna become Cap-Wolf whenever the moment presents itself? It may have come from a dream I had once when I drank some of that mead Thor brought me, but Cap-Wolf lives in me. He is me. I am him.” Steve let out a howl.

“How am I attracted to you?” Natasha joked, shaking her head while smiling.

Steve kissed her cheek. “Just lucky, I guess.”

[steves-on-a-plane]

Orange

For @thefanficfaerie​‘s OTP Challenge (2020)   Words: 742 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader       Prompt: Spooktacular Halloween: Day 11 - Orange Summary: Tony is working in his lab one afternoon when he receives a call from his wife. Reader is at work and asks for Tony to do her a small favor by bringing her a package of seasonal orange Oreos. 

“Mr. Stark, your wife is calling.” JARVIS informed. Tony was working in his lab at home. He was currently bent over his workbench soldering together pieces for his newest suit. You were supposed to be at work. You hardly ever called him while you were at work. He was intrigued.

“Patch her through.” The billionaire ordered his A. I. assistant. “Hey Sweetheart. How are my two favorite people today? I haven’t seen you since breakfast.”

“Not much has changed in four hours. One of us is still only the size of a passion fruit so I don’t think there will be many complaints from them. Your adoring wife on the other hand has a favor to ask you.” You confessed.

“Well as everyone knows, my adoring wife gets whatever she wants.” Tony smiled. He finished what he’d been working on and powered down his instruments.

“Even if what she wants is for her husband to buy her Oreos and bring them to the office for her?” You asked.

“Consider them delivered.” He vowed. “I’ll head out to the store now.”

“Wait!” You raised your voice which caused your secretary to look over her shoulder at you with concern. Sorry. You mouthed to him before talking to Tony again. “They have to be the orange ones!”

“Orange like the flavor?” Tony recoiled. He detested chocolate and orange together and wanted to know who the fool at Nabisco was who approved orange flavored filling with chocolate cookies.

“No.” You laughed. “They’re orange like the color. I want the special Halloween ones they make. They bake shapes like pumpkins and bats into the cookies. The orange cream filling always tastes better than the plain white.”

“Wait I remember having this debate at Christmas time.” Tony remembered. “You said the same thing about the red filling.”

“Was I wrong?” You asked him.

“I think it was a shared psychosis.” Tony suggested. “Here’s hoping the orange ones prove me wrong.”

“If you plan on eating some, you better buy your own.” You told him firmly.

“Don’t worry.” Tony couldn’t help but laugh. “I learned that lesson the hard way last night when I asked for a bite of your ice cream and nearly lost a hand.” Tony left the lab and climbed up the creaking stairs from the basement. He made a mental note to look into fixing the stairs. Then for good measure, he asked JARVIS to add “Fix basement steps” to his Pre-Baby Stark check list.

“Ooh, JARVIS can you add buy plug covers to the Pre-Baby checklist?” You questioned the A.I. from over the phone.  

“Certainly Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS agreed. “Buy plug covers has been added to the list.”

“Darling, JARVIS and I have to go now.” Tony told you. “That is if you want me to bring you your Oreos.”

You knew Tony had arrived at the office before your secretary had a chance to tell you. The floor had gone from being filled with its normal level of workplace chatter to the boisterous cheers and friendly greetings. Tony Stark was very popular with your co-workers. Your secretary poked his head into your open doorway.

“[Y/N], I’m sure you already heard but Tony’s here.” He explained before returning to his desk.  

“Lunch anyone?” Tony stepped into your office carrying two packages of Halloween Oreos. He placed one pack in front of you and peeled open the second. He paced the room, carrying his cookies with him. “Okay,” He conceded, his mouth still full of cookie. “You’re right these are better than the regular ones. Of course, I should have known. You’re always right.”

“Ha.” You scoffed before opening your own Oreos. “Can I get that in writing to reference later?”

“Sorry, my legal team insist on looking over any and all documents I sign. They’re kind of touchy about that actually. I didn’t consult them before I got married and no I have no pre-nump now, so if and when my wife decides to leave me, she can take half of everything.” He teased you.

“How could I ever leave a man who brings me cookies on demand?” You questioned before taking another bite. “Mmm. But what this really needs is some milk.”

“I can help with that.” Tony left he office briefly. When he returned, he was carrying a coffee mug full of milk. “I brought milk and cookies for the whole office.”

“I could marry you all over again.” You vowed.

[writerwrites]

Spooktacular Halloween | 10

Pairing: Stucky, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Thirty-one days with your spooky season obsessed boyfriend… Are you sure moving in together was a good idea?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI; Fluff, mentions of oral (m receiving), Steve in reader, Bucky in Steve; Throuple; Dirty talk; Unprotected sex

A/N: Picking this up from where I stopped last year; This is a daily mini-series for the Spooktacular Halloween OTP Writing Challenge. I ship Steve with happiness and that’s all this will be. | Thank you @thefanficfaerie​ for the prompts. | Header/Gif by @whimsicalrogers​​ | Divider by @puppykei​ | As always, jammies.

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Last night had been a long night of firsts. The first time anyone watched you pleasure another person. You’d dream about that look in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you get down on your knees to kiss Steve exactly where he wanted to. It was also the first time you’d do the same because somewhere between Steve’s first moan and his fingers tangling in your hair, Bucky’s watering mouth had joined you. You let him show your boyfriend just how much he loved him, too, and how that was okay, that you trusted him. Slowly pulling away, kissing Bucky’s neck and ear, and watching them do something you knew they’d done before and desperately missed. It wasn’t the first time you’d touched yourself while Steve got off, nor would it be the last. It was the first time you and your boyfriend would ask someone to join your relationship, to stay. Now, that would be the last. This was the first time everything felt complete, not just for you, but for Steve and Bucky too.

What hadn’t happened last night was the full home run. No one had been inside anyone and after hearing just how badly you all needed each other, you couldn’t focus at work long enough to get the need for Steve and Bucky off your mind. A part of you was scared to tell your coworkers that you were in a throuple. They’d met and loved Steve. It made you wonder if, by the Halloween party, the guys would have told the team. Telling yourself that this was day one of forever, you tried to take deep breaths to unwind that sexual tension and anxiety that you couldn’t seem to shake since you woke up naked sandwiched between two super soldiers.

“Steve, not too much!” The high pitched giggle rippled through the kitchen as you ran toward him waving your arms to slow the apocalyptic salting of your pumpkin seeds. “We didn’t just wait a whole day for you to ruin our precious snackies.”

Bucky nursed a beer from the barstool at the kitchen island, smirking as he watched the pair of you. Steve set the salt down, trying to explain that he knew exactly what he was doing while picking you up and setting you on the counter. He watched as your chest rose and fell in a huff, perfectly visible in the button up Halloween pajama top of Steve’s that you’d thrown on after you got home. For a moment the super soldier wondered if it really was that big on you or you’d missed the top few buttons to tease them. The hem of the shirt hiked up your thighs and the amused smirk fleetingly faltered when he noticed you weren’t wearing your usual teeny-tiny shorts to torture them.

His eyes had been moving up your thighs when you looked over at him. You watched Bucky’s Adam’s apple bob when they stopped at the black panties visible under the hem. A part of you thought maybe you should feel guilty for doing everything in your power to find release from an entire day of obscene thoughts. Another part of you was proud at the restraint you were showing by not getting out of the shower and yelling downstairs for them to come to the bedroom and pick up where the three of you passed out the night before. Just like you’d been doing all month, you wondered how far was too far. You wanted him, but you wanted him to feel welcome too. So you tugged Steve to you, slipping your hand to the back of his neck and pulling his ear to your lips. With a quiet whisper, you begged. “Please forget about the pumpkin seeds. I need you inside me.” Feeling Steve’s jaw tense and his mouth bob open, anticipating that he was about to protest, you offered up another confession- your gaze still trained on Bucky. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you inside me.

With Steve’s long, drawn out groan of ‘fuck’, you kissed his shoulder and scooted to the edge of the kitchen counter for him. Your fingers pawed at the few articles of clothing below his waist and he kicked them away as he kissed every inch of you his mouth could reach. Bucky’s beer still hovered an inch or so from his lips as he watched in fascination with how badly Steve needed you and he could feel his jeans getting all too tight at America’s bare cheeks thrusting right in front of him. You bit your bottom lip as your panties tugged at your soft skin with every deep thrust and when Steve found his rhythm, face buried in your neck you reached a hand out for Bucky.

At first it was clear that he didn’t know what you wanted from him. He’d taken a stand next to Steve who, despite straightening up as he drove into you, kept his eyes trained on his slow deep thrust, admiring his cock coming out soaked in your wetness before he pushed himself back into you. You pulled Bucky’s mouth to yours, kissing him softly and letting the moan that came with every thrust fall past his lips. He swallowed them and you felt it as one of your hands moved down his torso to his jeans. Helping you undress him, his clothes were quickly kicked to the side of the kitchen with Steve’s. You brought your hand to his and guided it to Steve’s ass, letting him feel the muscle with every thrust. If he hadn’t let out a groan of his own at the feeling you drew it out of him moments later when you wrapped your fingers around his cock and stroked him slowly until you could no longer reach him because he was behind Steve.

Bucky kissed you over Steve’s shoulder and then watched you as you drew the tip of your tongue up his neck. His lust-blown pupils were an indication of how much he enjoyed you pleasuring Steve while keeping your eyes locked on him. “Steve, you feel so good. Bucky wants to make you feel good too. Don’t you, Buck? Been thinking about all of us finally together all day.”

The man hummed a soft ‘mmhm’ in confirmation behind Steve’s ear before kissing you in thanks for knowing exactly what he needed. “You take such good care of our little Pumpkin. Wanna show you how much you mean to us.” If the pair of you hadn’t been so close together you probably wouldn’t have heard him string that sentence together but you loved it. You’d hardly had time to process it before his coarse fingers were brushing your lips, “Suck my fingers like you sucked his cock last night. Get ‘em nice and wet for our guy.”

You clenched around Steve at the dirty talk and sucked on Bucky’s fingers until drool dribbled down your chin and you were whimpering when he withdrew from your mouth. “Think she likes that a lot, Buck.” Steve’s voice was laced with gravel and you fluttered around his cock again, this time from the stutter of Steve’s hips as Bucky claimed him slowly. One of your hands wrapped around Steve, stroking the muscles of his back as he tensed with the familiar sensation of Bucky stretching him out and being inside you. His face was buried in your neck but you could make out some of his words, “Feels so good, too good. Don’t deserve you two.”

“We just want you happy, punk.” Bucky smirked and you nodded, rubbing his arm as he coaxed Steve to stand up again. “Don’t neglect our girl.”

Steve obliged, pushing into you slower this time, groaning loudly as the act made him slide off Bucky almost completely. Then he pulled out of you and pushed himself back onto Bucky, his eyes rolling back. Steve repeated the act slowly until he found a rhythm, the pair of you watching him draw out his own pleasure. The kitchen became heavy with moans as the three of you held each other and tasted each other with lips on necks and shoulders and jaws. You were the first to find your release when Steve found that perfect angle and Bucky teased your nipples while you watched him mark Steve’s neck. The act alone of seeing your head fall back as your legs wrapped tightly around theirs drove them both mad, rutting harder and faster to their own release and bringing you to an even louder second.

If Steve hadn’t been pinned between you and Bucky, he would’ve fallen to the floor, legs shaking as Bucky went soft inside him. Bucky’s flesh hand caressed his back as Steve caught his breath with his forehead on your chest, watching his spend spill out of you and onto the kitchen floor. He could already feel Bucky’s dripping down his thighs. “Not feeling neglected, are you, Doll?”

With a blissful smile you shook your head no over Steve’s shoulder. “He took good care of me. Thank you for taking even better care of him.”

Bucky shook his head, that boyish grin you loved drawn sleepily across his lips. “Team effort.”

“Gonna have to show her some of that team effort sooner rather than later.” Steve mumbled against your skin and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’m going to shower. You two should figure out dinner and clean up this kitchen. Little monsters!” With a crinkle of your nose you hopped off the counter and scurried away before they could catch you. You were definitely going to think about that during your shower and not whatever spooky things your Halloween obsessed boyfriends were going to do with the rest of your night.

A/N: Welcome back to the continuation of my autumnal Stucky x Reader daily mini-series! I tried to announce that I was bringing it back but Tumblr deleted the post saying it was nip-noppy despite the series being PG until this chapter and we can no longer appeal reblogs so OOF! Anyways, check out the masterlist to catch up and enjoy. I can’t believe it took them 10 days to officially include Bucky in their love-fest but I love this for them.

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[murdockslanternlight]

IronStrange Pumpkin Carving

Pairing: Tony Stark x Stephen Strange (IronStrange)

Word Count: 700

Summary: Stephen and Tony have a pumpkin carving competition and it gets... fluffy

Content includes: Lots of fluff as well as some playful banter and lots of Tony’s quips

I am submitting this for @thefanficfaerie​​​​​​​‘s daily mini-series, the Spooktacular Halloween OTP Writing Challenge. I think Tony Stark and Stephen Strange are such a fun ship. I may branch into other characters though as the prompts go on or back to Peter and MJ though! Hope you enjoy!

“I could build a jack-o-lantern that talks, lights up on it’s own… hell, I could even make it fly,” Tony said.

“Tony, I believe the fun part of pumpkin carving is the, you know, carving part,” Stephen replied.

Stephen’s carving knife glided through his drawn design on the pumpkin. It was exquisite. Tony frowned at his jagged jack-o-lantern. He was not used to such mundane methods. He considered using some repulsor gloves. Tony could be done with the pumpkin carving and onto his next project in a few seconds with the use of those. Yet, Stephen was adamant they did this the “right way.”

Tony glanced in Stephen’s direction. Strange was so methodical, so perfect with every movement of the knife. It was easy to see how he was a world class surgeon. However, Tony’s eyes lingered upon Stephen’s scarred fingers. The trembling in his hands was also still slightly visible with close attention.

“Are you seriously trying to get a look at my design, Tony? I said we’d share at the same time,” Stephen quipped with a wry smile.

Stephen shifted to shield the pumpkin with his broad shoulders.

“Listen, Gandalf, I don’t need to cheat at pumpkin carving. I invented nanotech, you know,” Tony retorted as he slid his pumpkin farther away as well.

“Oh yeah? I thought you still had some kinks to work out?” Stephen asked.

“They’re almost worked out, Merlin. The new suit will be ready to go within the next few days according to Friday’s calculations. Go back to your 70’s music,” Tony sniggered.

“First, it’s Professor Dumbledore to you. Second, technically, this is 80’s music. It’s “Solsbury Hill” from Peter Gabriel’s 1983 live album called Plays Live, which was recorded in 1982,” Stephen declared.

Tony hardly heard any of Stephen’s rambles about the song. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Stephen intently staring at his own handiwork. Tony’s eyes lingered over the way the way the tip of Stephen’s tongue slowly slid between his lips as he maneuvered the knife. Tony admired Stephen’s focus and the way he made every movement in life with purpose. He was passionate and determined, which was visible in his eyes. Stephen’s irises were green flecked with blue, but they burned like fire. A smile crept across Tony’s face as he watched Stephen pick up his glass of wine, never looking away from his pumpkin while he kept carving.

Stephen’s brow arched, and his bicep flexed as he made a turning motion with the knife. He was concentrating on steadying his hands. Tony knew Stephen would accept nothing less than perfection, even when it came to pumpkin carving.

“Easy there Freddy Krueger, relax with the knife and remember to breathe,” Tony said as he slid his arms around Stephen’s waist.

Stephen glanced back at Tony and returned the remark with his crooked grin.

“I just finished. Although, it needs a light for the full effect,” Stephen said.

Tony passed one of the tea lights to Stephen and took one for his own jack-o-lantern.

“Alright, on three,” Stephen said.

“One. Two. Three!” they said excitedly in unison.

Suddenly, Stephen and Tony turned their pumpkins toward each other. Tony’s face flushed as he saw Stephen’s design. His hand instinctively grazed his chest as he looked at Stephen’s perfectly carved arc reactor. Stephen had actually carved every minute detail of the reactor in Tony’s chest. Then, Tony looked at his jagged, impatiently cut spooky pumpkin and back to Stephen’s masterclass in pumpkin carving. His mouth hung open a little.

Stephen chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’re speechless now, Tony.”

 “How could you possibly be that good at pumpkin carving?” Tony asked with a stunned tone.

“Well, what can I say? These hands are magical,” said Stephen playfully, waiving his hands so golden sparks trickled from his fingertips.

Suddenly, Stephen’s cloak flung itself off its wall hook. It seemed to be fluttering with anticipation, much like its owner’s heart. The cloak then balled itself up and pushed Stephen towards Tony. It had pushed Stephen hard enough that he sort of crashed into him.

Stephen was not sure what to do at this moment. For once, he was without thoughts, without a plan. However, Tony knew what to do. He pulled Stephen into a deep embrace.

“Thank you,” Tony said.

“For what?” Stephen asked.

 “For loving me,” Tony answered.

[thefanficfaerie]

OTP CHALLENGE STARTS TOMORROW

The OTP Challenge is here! And Starts tomorrow!!!! 

There are only a few rules.

1. You do not have to be following to participate.

2. The challenge starts in October with Spooktacular Halloween. 

3. Try to stick to one couple. You can do a different couple for each set but one set should be one couple. So its like a journey for them through out the month.

4. You may create anything that you wish. Mood boards, drabbles, full one shot, social media edits.

5. You do not have to complete them all. You can do as many or as few as wish.

6. No you can’t combine prompts. Its a daily challenge so a new challenge for each day. You can skip days if you wish. However you choose to take part means you can still only post that prompt that day.

7. You can use existing couples. Have a couple you already created, you are welcome to use it.

8. You can use any fandom you want not just ones I follow.

9. You can go back sort of. If you miss one and wish to post it you have to do it after you post the one from that day. If you miss day 2 you can post it on day 3 but after you post day 3s challenge. 

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[noasphodelon]

For @thefanficfaerie‘s Spooktacular Halloween OTP Challenge, Day 1 - Decorate

Bucky wasn’t really expecting to find Tony Stark tangled in Christmas decorations when he came back from the convenient store downtown with a bag of sugary treats and candy.

Feeling both consfused and slightly amused, he put down the goods on the kitchen table and went to see how exactly Tony had ended up wrapped like a middle schooler’s secret Santa present. 

“Your cat hates me,” Tony whined as Bucky walked into the living room. He was laid sprawled on the ground with various pieces of decorations scattered around him. Alpine hopped around the shiny ornaments and wreaths to slip past his legs into the hall. Tony eyed her tail maliciously.

“She is evil.” he stated with a straight face.

Bucky couldn’t help the large smile forming on his face. He knew that Tony wasn’t serious - he had caught them napping on the couch together just two nights ago, he even had a photo on his phone to prove it - but it was more fun to play along. 

“Well, at least you’re still alive and in one piece,” he teased with a raised eyebrow as he kneeled down in front of Tony to help him untangle the mess. He was perfectly aware that the ornaments were loose enough for Tony to get out of them himself but neither of them complained as Bucky proceeded to unwrap him.

“How did you ended up like that, anyway?"

“You see,” Tony started to explain, fully unaware of Bucky’s secret little smile since he was working on a particularly tight knot behind his back now. “I didn’t want your house to be the only undecorated one in Halloween, so i went to look for some decorations in the storage. I found a box of Christmas ornaments and well, it’s better than nothing, right? Anyway, Alpine liked the wreath and the hangings and I thought I could play with her a little and then go back to putting them up. Alpine, however,” he said, throwing a pointed look towards the hall the cat disappeared through. “Disagreed.”

Bucky chuckled lightheartedly at how betrayed Tony had sounded. He made quick work of the knots and loops after that, offering a hand to Tony before he made his way to the kitchen.

“Well, I happen to have just the thing to lift your spirits up, darlin’.” he said suggestively as he turned on the coffee machine.

Tony’s eyes brightened up at that immediately. He had the sweetest tooth Bucky had ever seen and luckily he had enough time to drop by their favorite bakery before coming home.

“We can eat now and get back to the decorations later. Halloween isn’t going anywhere.”

“Deal,” Tony said as he fetched them a set of plates. “But you will be dealing with Alpine’s wrath this time.”

[ao3feed-stony]

Wishing You A Haunting Night

by EchoSiriusRumme

31 Days of Stony Halloween-y goodness, filled with tons of fluff and spookier moments galore! Chapter titles will be of the prompt for that day, and the list can be found here, if you wanted to know what's in store, or you want to complete it yourself! Enjoy!

Words: 378, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of OTP Challenge 2020

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Spooktacular Halloween, Fluff, College AU, Alternate Universe - College/University, halloween decorations, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, short but sweet, Tony Loves Halloween, otp challenge

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/26753635

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Season of the Witch I

Story Masterlist Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Witch!Reader Chapter Summary: You were preparing for the season when he showed up on your step again. Chapter Warnings: general spookiness, language Written for @thefanficfaerie​‘s Spooktacular OTP Challenge. Day 1 – Decorate Word Count: 321 Divider provided by @firefly-graphics​

Stopped before a familiar storefront, Steve tilted his head. He was unsure what to make of the scene and so stepped inside to find out. Clove and spice assaulted his nose as soon as he walked through the door; the bells jangled overhead.

As soon as you saw the confusion on his face, your mouth split into a grin.

“What is that?” Steve asked. And you could tell, he was smothering an instinct somewhere inside to fight.

Slotting the sliced square back into the pumpkin, you flipped the hood of the orange striped jacket over the top and motioned for Steve to step back outside.

“Tell me how it looks, will you.”

“Creepy.” Was his curt reply.

You quirked your lips at him, narrowed your eyes; with a sour expression, he did as you requested.

The shop lights shut off. The evening breeze was cold on his neck, but it was the orange visage in the window that had his hairs rising. The jack-o’-lantern glowed orange in the window, grinning wide with jagged teeth and warped eyes.

“Wait for it,” You murmured, suddenly at his side, slipping your hands around his arm.

He stared down at you curiously. Your hand shot out and your mouth fell open in cheer.

A fog began to emit from the wicked grin, flowing in the orange glow and making the creature even more menacing. When you tugged at his arm, he looked back down at you. You were beaming ear to ear.

“That took me all afternoon. The sacrifices I make for this season!”

“Halloween?”

You huffed in amusement, thinking the man was lucky he was pretty.

“What brings you to my humble abode? Business or pleasure?”

He sighed deeply, his concerns wafting from his shoulders down to his knees.

“Business,” He hesitated, then slid his hand into yours. His eyes sparkled and lips eased into a gentle smile. “But it can wait until tomorrow.”

part II →

[shreddedparchment]

Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!

OTP Challenge 10/01/2020

Pairing: daddy!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie​ ‘s OTP Spooktacular Halloween Challenge. I’m gonna have so much fun coming back to this couple. They’re one of my favorites and I know some of you have asked for more of their day to day stuff so that’s what this will hopefully be. I’m going to seriously try and do this every day. Like Nanowrimo but for Halloween! Thanks for reading and if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Making decisions will be the death of you. Especially decisions this important.

Okay, maybe this isn’t vital in the grand scheme of things but for you, this is of the utmost importance because soon you’ll be sharing your very first Halloween with Thor.

Ben has not been able to stop talking about what he calls, spoopies.

A cute melding of spooky festivities that he created when you’d explained Halloween to him as he got bigger.

You want to make this year special. More special than it will already be with Thor here to celebrate with you.

“My love?” He calls you, voice deep and smooth like warm velvet.

Your heart stutters when your eyes find him, his hands wrapped around the handle of a bright red shopping cart laden with an array of spoopy decorations, as Ben would say.

He sits between Thor’s arms in the cart, swinging his little feet as he fidget with the smooth bleached plastic of a decorative skull. His brow furrowed as his five year old mind memorizes every dip and divot.

On his chest, harnessed to him so that she faces outward is your five-month-old little Roslyn. Heads and shoulders above her milestones, she sits confidently against Thor’s chest, her little legs kicking wildly as she spots you, her little lips puckered as she breathes in and out quickly. She’s hyperventilating it looks like with the excitement she feels at the sight of you.

She releases a fierce and high pitched battle cry to get your attention which she already mostly has save for the part of your brain that is highly focused on the irresistible image of Thor pushing a cart with your little girl strapped to his chest and your son relaxed between his protective hold.

Even though it looks normal, Thor is on alert. Always when the four of you are out and about. He’s been a wreck with worry since the two of you got married and the media got a hold of the photos.

Benny’s face had been plastered across every paper, magazine, and internet article along with your own and Thor had been livid.

It took the entirety of the Avengers to calm him and even then, Tony had Steve keep a pair of arc reactor powered handcuffs nearby. Just in case.

“Wanna borrow them later?” Tony had teased you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while Thor fumed at the other side of the common room in the compound.

Idiot.

So even if he’s learned to pretend that he’s relaxed in public, his defense is always up. His vigilance heightened. A feral daddy for his precious little ones who now everyone knows thanks to the nature of a media driven world.

“What’s that?” You frown, moving closer to him to reach for a spot on his shoulder. The strange shape of an oblong wet spot stains the soft fabric of his charcoal pea coat. Underneath, his white shirt stands bright in contrast.

“What?” He searches the spot you touch before sweeping his hand underneath yours to grab and pull to his lips where he presses a soft kiss to the base of your palm. “It’s a little bit of spittle.”

“That doesn’t look like drool, Thor.” You frown, looking to Rosie who grabs at your shirt now that you’re within reach.

“Rosie threw up a little. She’s alright.” He promises, pulling your hand up to his lips again.

There’s a flurry of gasps and murmurings from behind you and you make to pull your hand away to avoid getting caught on camera in a display of tooth-rotting affection but Thor holds on tighter, keeping his lips pressed to your hand.

With a sigh, you relent and let him do as he pleases, frowning at him instead because you know exactly what’s happening here.

“Thor, did you throw her up in the air again?”

Thor drops your hand and throws his arms out to the sides, a look of getting caught contorting his handsome features into the goof you’ve come to know and love.

“She likes it!” He explains.

With a growl you move back towards the shelf you’d been pondering.

“I won’t do it again.” Thor lies. “I promise.”

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep Thor. Or I’ll start making you pay for them.” You threaten and you gasp as his head is beside you suddenly, lips close but not too close as he’s only slightly bent down towards you as he whispers.

“Punishment?” He whispers and the heat of his breath makes your skin pimple. “I like a good spanking.”

“Shut up!” You push his face away and he erupts into hearty chuckles as Rosie coos and giggles with her daddy.

“Why have you been standing here for hours on end?” Thor asks, his focus on Rosie however as she reaches towards the shelf to grab at a pair of cute light up pumpkins. Not exactly spooky but the color changes from yellow to green, purple, blue, red, orange, and back to yellow.

“I can’t decide what to get.” You confess, adjusting the baby bag on your shoulder.

Thor contemplates the decorations brow furrowed as he also blindly reaches for the bag on your shoulder, taking it from you to place on his own massive shoulders.

“Well, Rosie likes the pumpkins, get those.” He points at them, reaching with his other hand to take hold of Rosie’s little hand.

She wraps her fingers around his tightly, squeezing with surprising strength. Their Asgardian blood is strong and have clearly overtaken your own human genes.

“Daddy?” Ben’s voice interjects, thoughtful and low.

When the two of you turn to look at him, you find him pouting.

“Which ones shall we get, my son? Which would you prefer?” Thor wonders, looking down at his little boy.

“I wan’ the spoopy ones, daddy. Spoopy. Wike vampiewos o’ woofs, ‘o monstuss.” Ben explains, his speech still a little bit of a worry for you but Doctor Cho assures you he’s fine and will grow out of it.

“But then you’ll be up at night, sweet pea. I don’t want you to be scared.” You reach over to stroke his cheek and he shakes his head firmly.

“Nooo, mommy. I’m bwave!” He declares. “Get the spoopy ones.”

“Why not jus get both?” Thor suggest and reaches over you to grab a set of the light up pumpkins and adds them to the pile of other more homely decorations you’d picked out earlier. Pillows and throws with pumpkins and ghosts and witches. Garlands and lights, small mini pumpkins and brooms and candy buckets to put in your kitchen.

“Both?” You gasp, a little surprise but also because you didn’t think of it first.

“Yes.” Thor smiles amused by your shock but then grabs the set of scary faces in mirrors that disappear and reappear. “We can make both our children happy.”

“Yay!” Ben cheers, clapping his hands and abandoning the fake skull you’d picked out for the living room side table among the other decorations. “Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!”

His chanting draws a chuckle from Thor, a fond caress from you, and giggles from the others watching from the end of the aisle made too scared by those videos of Thor threatening strangers who’d gotten too close to you or the babies to move closer.

The world loves Ben and Rosie, and though the exposure has made you wary of the possible threats that might come from being so out in the open about your lives together, you relish in the fact that they seem to love your sweet little peas just as much as you do.

[avengingnomad]

Day 3- Movie

“Natasha, you ready?”, Steve shouted toward the ceiling, where Natasha was changing. He pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it aside. He placed a mug of butter in to melt and poured the popcorn into a big red bowl. He popped a handful into his mouth. “Hm, needs salt,” Steve mumbled to himself and grabbed the shaker from the cupboard. He cranked the shaker a few times, making sure to get every inch.

“That much salt could kill you, you know.” A voice said an inch from his ear. Natasha. She loved to sneak up on Steve like that a lot. When they first moved in together, his instincts and training would kick in and he’d be ready for a fight, grabbing whatever was closest to him, ready to use it as a weapon. But these days, he’d be surprised if she hadn’t been standing behind him.

“I’d like to see it try.” He replied without looking at her. She hopped up onto the counter beside the popcorn.

“Aw, come on, Steve. Can you at least pretend to be scared when I sneak up on you? It makes me feel like I’m not a good spy anymore.” She looked at him, eyes wide and lips pouted, pleadingly.

Steve turned to face her. “Okay, try again. I’m ready to be surprised.” He turned to the bowl again picking up the salt again. He started humming to himself.

“You’re a terrible actor, Steve, but I appreciate the sentiment anyway.” Her voice came from farther away this time.

“I’m a better actor than you give me credit for, Nat.” He turned around, popcorn bowl in hand, offering it to her. But she wasn’t there. His eyes shifted back and forth, scanning. Okay she was good, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction this time. So he proceeded to the family room and plopped down on the couch.

Seconds passed. A minute. Two, three, seven, eleven minutes. Still no Natasha. Still he didn’t want to let her win, so he stayed glued to his seat, and turning on the tv to pick the movie. “I guess I get to pick the movie tonight since you’ve decided that trying to scare me is more fun than using me as a pillow!” He said into the open space above him. Still no Natasha.

Okay, seriously. Where is she? he thought. He had a plan tonight. He found what he was looking for: The Corpse Bride. He pressed play and settled in, putting his feet up on the coffee table. The opening song began and Steve focused in on it.

Another minute or two passed, and then Steve felt a dip in the couch.

“You know, I was just about to come look for you.” Steve glanced sideways at her.

“Oh I know. I could sense it.” Natasha replied.

“You sensed it, now? Did you get bitten by a radioactive spider like Peter?” He asked with feign surprise. “How could you keep a secret like this from me? I thought you loved me, Nat.”

“I hate you sometimes,” she said smiling at him.

“I’m sure that’s not true, Natalia.”

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. “Damn it, Rogers. I do love you. You make it too easy sometimes. So stop it.”

“Never.”

They turned their attention back to the screen. Victor was in the forest, practicing his vows. Steve began...

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine...”

He continued, turning to Natasha.

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

Steve got up from his seat and quietly as he could and knelt down in front of Natasha. Her eyes met his, her eyebrows knitted together, and then shot up when she realized what was going on...

“Natasha.” Steve said quietly, taking her hand in one of his. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Steve, I— yes, I will marry you!” Natasha pulled Steve up off of his knee and pulled his lips to hers for a kiss.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Decorate

For @thefanficfaerie​‘s OTP Challenge (2020) Words: 619  Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader   Prompt: Spooktacular Halloween: Day 1 - Decorate Summary: Tony is up late one night working when he finds out that his wife, Reader is also still up. He finds her in the lab, working over some ideas for elaborate Halloween Decor. 

A glance at his watch told Tony it was well past midnight. At this rate he’d be lucky to get any sleep before he headed to the office in the morning. He yawned and saved his progress before slamming the lid of his laptop closed. It was time for the quarterly reviews of Stark Industries’ finances and he always liked to go over the numbers personally before the board meeting. Tony picked up his empty coffee cup and walked towards the kitchen.

“Alright JARVIS, I’m gonna hit the hay. Can you activate the nighttime alarms?” He put his coffee cup in the dishwasher and started walking towards the main staircase up to the master bedroom.

“I’d be happy to Mr. Stark.” JARVIS answered back. “It’s just that, Mrs. Stark is in still in your lab, so I won’t be able to activate the nighttime alarms in that zone.”

“Mrs. Stark is where?” Tony asked, his foot still hovering over the bottom step of the staircase that led upstairs.

“In your lab, Sir.” JARVIS answered.

“Why didn’t she go to bed?” Tony yawned. He shuffled his way to the lab where he found you bent over a table of schematics. “Sweetheart, it’s Four A.M. what are you doing?”

“Oh, hi Baby!” You smiled up at him. “I thought you went to sleep hours ago.” You reached for the energy drink can by your elbow and gulped generously from it. “I knew you’d be working on finance stuff tonight, so I started my own little project down here.”

“Uh-huh, and is that little project a threat to Homeland Security?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows. “Because as I mentioned it’s four A. M. and you’re full of caffeine and working on blueprints of…are those blueprints of our house?” He lifted the top sheet from the pile of schematics to study it.

“Yes, it’s our house.” You sighed, taking another sip from your drink.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough of that.” Tony reached over the table and gently removed the aluminum can from your fingers. “Why are you looking at blueprints of our house?”

“I wasn’t just looking at them, I made them.” You confessed. “I’m getting ready for Halloween. I want to make sure it’s Spooktacular! I needed to come down to the lab because that’s where you keep the printer that’s big enough for blueprints.”

“You realize that we now live in Victorian Farmhouse, right? The stairs creak and the windows rattle. It’s like living in a haunted house year-round.” He teased.

“I know!” You nodded excitedly. “That’s what gave me so many great ideas! I’m talking fog machines, Rubber bats suspended from the roof of the wrap around porch. We’re going to be the best decorated house in the neighborhood.”

“I’ve never seen you this excited about Halloween.” Tony laughed.

“Well the tower was kind of hard to decorate inside and out. Plus, I know you’re going to invite everyone over for a big Halloween party. It will be our first party in the new house, so I want to make it special.”

“Ok.” Tony downed the remainder of your energy drink and dragged a chair over to the table you were working at. “Where do we start?”

“Oh, you don’t have to…you have a board meeting in the morning.” You told him.

“Sweetheart, this is something you’re excited about and it’s important to you. The quarterly finance meeting neither excites me nor is it as important to me as you are.” He leaned across the table to kiss you. “So, what do you think about setting up a cemetery with real granite gravestones?”

“Oooh yes! Can we build a life-sized coffin to go with it too?” You asked.

[writerwrites]

SPOOKTACULAR HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

Summary: Thirty-one days with your spooky season obsessed boyfriend... Are you sure moving in together was a good idea?

Warnings: Fluff + Smut; Minors DNI

Chapters with a 💋have smut

A/N: This is a 31 day mini-series for the Spooktacular Halloween OTP Writing Challenge. I ship Steve with happiness and that’s all this will be. | Thank you @thefanficfaerie for this writing challenge and I apologize for having  no idea what I’m doing or where this will go. ENJOY THE RIDE! | playlist

01 | Decorate | Steve Rogers x Reader + Stucky

02 | Halloween PJs | Steve Rogers x Reader ; Stucky ; Bucky Barnes x Reader

03 | Movie - Nightmare Before Christmas | Stucky x Reader

04 | Candy - Almond Joys | Stucky x Reader

05 | Scary Book - Anthem for Doomed Youth | Stucky x Reader

06 | Front Porch | Stucky x Reader

07 | Pumpkin Pie | Stucky x Reader

08 | Face Painting | Stucky x Reader

09 | Carve Pumpkins | Stucky x Reader

10 | Pumpkin Seeds | 💋| Stucky x Reader

11 | Orange - Umber

12 | Disney - Halloweentown

13 | Paint Pumpkins

14 | Costume Search

15 | Build Haunted House

16 | Purple - Wine

17 | Halloween Cupcakes

18 | Ghost Hunting

19 | Graveyard

20 | Mask

21 | Adult Halloween Buckets

22 | OOTD - Scooby-Doo

23 | Hoodie

24 | Warm Drink - Apple Cider

25 | Bonfire

26 | Purple - Ranunculus

27 | Candy Apples

28 | Halloween Crafts

29 | Fake Cobwebs

30 | Festival

31 | Halloween

[murdockslanternlight]

Halloween Movie Night

Pairing: Peter Parker x MJ (MCU)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Peter and MJ enjoy a scary movie night in her apartment to celebrate the beginning of Halloween season. 

Content includes: Fluff, cookies, kissing, and a tongue burnt on hot chocolate but nothing else too steamy. There is one quick mention of the pandemic. 

I’m a little late to the game and new to fanfic challenges, but I would love to submit this for @thefanficfaerie​​​​​​​‘s daily mini-series for the Spooktacular Halloween OTP Writing Challenge. I ship Peter and MJ and think this is such a cute idea with awesome prompts! I may branch into other characters though! Hope you enjoy! 

“It’s the first day of Halloween, Peter. We’re watching scary movies!” MJ exclaimed.

“The… the first day of Halloween?” Peter questioned as a grin spread across his face.

 He stepped into MJ’s living room and removed his mask. Her parents were both working late, so they would have the apartment to themselves for the evening. Peter then closed the window to keep the crisp, autumn air outside.

 “Horror and the occult deserve more than a single night. Besides, what else is there to do in a pandemic besides watch scary movies?” MJ said with a raised brow.

“I guess I’m just used to wearing a costume every day,” Peter laughed as he pulled her close for a kiss.

“Oh, that reminds me. I brought some provisions for THE first day of Halloween,” Peter said.

 Peter removed the backpack from his shoulder. This was his third new backpack this month. Inside were Halloween themed pajamas and socks as well as hot chocolate packets and Pillsbury ready-to-bake ghost cookies.

“You do realize these are all just marketing ploys to take advantage of people during holidays. Social constructs that cause people to feel the need to buy all of these items just to fit in and meet Instagram’s demands for what is portrayed as necessary to celebrate a holiday,” MJ declared.

“I hear you but… that lady that owns the grocery store with the sweet old dog. You know, the one that lays behind the counter, but never stops wagging his tail. The one in lower Manhattan. She offered me a discount for stopping another robbery tonight,” Peter replied quickly.

MJ raised her brow again.

“I protested, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Peter said earnestly.

“I suppose we can be that couple for one evening,” MJ said pointedly. “But don’t even think about posting a picture with a caption like ‘My Boo!’ tonight.”

“You got it boss,” Peter said as he went to the bathroom to change into the Halloween pajamas.

He returned to find MJ in the corresponding set of skeleton pajamas as the oven’s preheat setting beeped. Peter placed the refrigerated cookies on a sheet pan and set out the mugs for the hot cocoa. MJ set up the movie.

“So, what’re we watching?” Peter asked.

“I picked Scream for tonight. I figured I would ease you into my horror movie collection starting with a 90’s classic, and we’ll get to the more obscure films later.”

 “You don’t want to ease me in with like Monsters Inc.?” Peter smiled sheepishly.

“You fight crime daily, but you’re afraid of a little scary movie?” MJ teased. 

Peter scooped MJ up in his arms, kissing her forehead. They snuggled onto the couch. MJ was still in Peter’s arms, laying on his chest.

“You know, you make a pretty cute skeleton,” Peter whispered.

Peter lightly outlined the picture of an arm bone down MJ’s shirt sleeve. He traced it the whole way to her fingertips. Then, he grasped her hand within his.

“Shut up, Parker,” MJ giggled.

She had started to trace the bones on Peter’s matching pajamas. Suddenly, MJ felt Peter’s hand graze her chin. He lightly pulled her face to look upward at him. Sitting up now, Peter bent to kiss MJ from above. He saw that in a movie once. Their lips fit together perfectly. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. All the chaos, heartache, and struggles that came with being Spider-Man melted away as Peter breathed in MJ’s honey shampoo scent in her curly hair as strands of it tickled his face. They kissed the world away.

However, as Peter’s heart began to hammer in his chest, the timer from the oven parted their lips. MJ turned over, now properly oriented to look him in the eye and gave him a final peck. She then went to the kitchen to bring the cookies in. Then, she set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch with the hot chocolates. They each took one, but Peter put it in his mouth too quickly.

“Ooo… ooo! Too hot!” Peter mumbled over his burnt tongue and waived his hand.

He reached for his cup of hot chocolate.

“Peter wai—”

Peter’s eyes went wide as the steaming liquid passed his lips.

“It’s called hot chocolate for a reason, Parker” MJ teased.

She kissed him on the cheek and wiped the hot chocolate from the side of his mouth with her thumb.

“I guess the Spidey sense didn’t realize cookies and cocoa could be a threat too, huh?” Peter said, cheeks reddening.

“That’s alright. I’ll protect you from the sinister cookies,” MJ murmured as she put a now-cooled cookie in his mouth and took one for herself.

She was laying in his chest again with one hand on his sleeve. Peter took another bite of cookie. It was warm and sweet. These were the moments he truly lived for—the stolen kisses, the tender touches, and the pure passion he felt when he was with MJ. He snuggled close as they watched a panicked Drew Barrymore run from Ghostface. With every sharp intake of Peter’s breath as Barrymore’s death loomed closer, MJ squeezed his hand. She was his protector too.

Suddenly, MJ’s phone screen lit up. She picked it up to see the news alert.

“Peter, there’s a five-alarm fire in Hell’s Kitchen,” she said with dismay.

Peter webbed his backpack to his hands. He went back to the bathroom to change back into the Spider-Man suit. When he returned, he kept his eyes on the floor. Peter wanted to stay snuggled into the couch, holding MJ tight. MJ crossed the room to him and brushed his cheek.

“It’s ok, Peter. There’s thirty more days of Halloween,” she smiled.

He returned the smile and kissed her once more, beginning yet another premature exit out the apartment window. Peter looked at MJ one more time as he pulled his mask down.

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” MJ said with a wink.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled under his mask as he swung to the out of the window. 

It was time to be Spider-Man again.

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Wishing You A Haunting Night

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by EchoSiriusRumme

31 Days of Stony Halloween-y goodness, filled with tons of fluff and spookier moments galore! Chapter titles will be of the prompt for that day, and the list can be found here, if you wanted to know what's in store, or you want to complete it yourself! Enjoy!

Words: 378, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of OTP Challenge 2020

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Spooktacular Halloween, Fluff, College AU, Alternate Universe - College/University, halloween decorations, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, short but sweet, Tony Loves Halloween, otp challenge

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