#let’s take advantage of Halloween and dress up as slashers

[theladyoracle]

✧ How Are the Creeps Celebrating Halloween? ✧

𖦹⭒°｡⋆𖦹 The Lady Oracle's AU/Headcanons 𖦹⋆°｡⭒𖦹

Jeff the Killer

Jeff always has plans for Halloween, however they aren't the most elaborate

He for sure gets in a kill or two, soaking up the adrenaline of murdering on such a staple holiday

Probably so delusional that he feels like the holiday was created just for him

Will always tell people that Halloween is 'for babies' and that he doesn't celebrate it

It would just be a complete WASTE if he didn't take this opportunity to mess with kids

He would definitely plot this out weeks in advance, finding all the neighborhoods with the best candy

The kids would be all "nice mask!" and he'd show them it isn't one

He would then immediately loot their candy and take it back to the manor and brag to BEN that he got so much more than him and Sally (even tho BEN really couldn't care less)

Doesn't dress up unless he can convince himself it's ironic - will always choose a classic horror or slasher inspired costume

Avid pumpkin smasher

BEN Drowned

Tries to ignore Jeff's taunts that he can 'get more candy than he can even dream of without even dressing up'

Spends the better part of the day doing nothing (as usual)

Plays his usual competitive games, will maybe play a horror game or two

Since he's practically useless 100% of the time, he's forced to take Sally and the other youngins Trick 'r Treatin'

He hates this job, and somehow gets stuck with it every year (Sally manipulates him to go, or begs Slenderman to make him go)

He uses his shifting abilities to his advantage, both by posing as a kiddo to go Trick 'r Treating and to shift back into his default form to scare off any jerks that might be fucking with Sally and the others

At least he likes dressing up

Always goes as Link. Loves the attention if and when people compliment his costume (everyone in the manor always makes fun of his costume)

This is the most walking he does all year

Starts off pretending that he's grumpy and hates it, and then ends up getting way too into it

Actually enjoys the candy - and appreciates that Sally shares with him

If you offer to go with him to watch the kids he'll probably just shrug it off and tell you you'll have more fun staying home

This is probably because he 1. doesn't want you to see him actually having fun with the kids and 2. he doesn't want you taking his share of the candy

Jane the Killer

Nina makes her dress up. Every. Fucking. Year.

Always tries to reuse items she already has in her closet to make a costume (vampire, victorian widow, etc)

Everyone always tells her she's not dressing up, but she doesn't really care because it appeases Nina

Will usually make plans to arrange a little something-something for the creeps to do for the occasion (pumpkin carving activity, scary movie night, etc)

No one really attends, but it makes her feel productive

Usually ends up watching a scary movie alone or with a couple of others if they offer

Always pokes holes in the plot, the acting, the effects

She likes to laugh at horror movies, and has a special interest in the super old ones

Nina the Killer

LOVES Halloween!

Always comes up with elaborate costumes every year

Spends the better half of the year accumulating articles of clothing, props, and DIY stuff

The crafting almost always goes horribly wrong and she needs help pulling it all together in the end

Dresses creepy cute! Makes it a point to go around the whole manor and ask if they like her costume

Always begs Jane to help her throw a crazy party for the manor, in which Jane and Slenderman always say no to

Usually just ends up being satisfied with a little Halloween treat, a little Halloween movie and getting absolutely shitfaced

Definitely BEGS to watch some Halloween movies as opposed to horror movies (The Night Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, Hocus Pocus, etc)

Falls asleep after like, two movies

Clockwork

Hates Halloween, but plays along for Nina's sake

Lets Nina dress her however she wants, just to appease her

Usually just goes along with whatever, just so long as she can drink

Will spend the entire night going along with whatever Nina wants to do

Shares looks with Jane throughout the whole night - looks of 'i can't believe we're actually doing this' and 'is she serious?' and 'it's okay though because we love her'

Always ends up having to gut the pumpkins for Nina when they carve them

Stays up late with Jane to watch real horror movies, and makes fun of them with her

Tim/Masky

Since his life is already a living breathing nightmare, he doesn't see much appeal in Halloween

Then again, he's not the keenest on any holiday

Doesn't really even think about holidays anymore, let alone one designed for children to get free candy

Is usually convinced by Brian to participate in pumpkin carving

Or will go for walks in the woods before the weather gets too unbearable

Sometimes its nice because they can walk around society in their masks and not feel so detached from everyone, but it also fucks him up a little to do that

Likes to keep himself busy

One year he managed to string some lights up on the beat up Proxy Cabin, but the generator he found barely kept them lit for a day or so

Can be convinced to tell a scary story around the fire, but only after constant egging from Brian

Brian/Hoodie

Given their circumstances, there's not a lot of opportunity to celebrate any holiday

Proxies don't keep calendars, so sometimes the holiday sneaks up on them or passes by without much of a second thought

Convinces Tim to carve pumpkins with him

It's a nice domestic thing that they can do in the comfort of the Proxy Cabin, and it doesn't take that much work at all

Likes to dress up, but isn't really allowed to given his role in the woods

Tries to keep the Proxies in good spirits around any holiday - wants to hold on to their humanity

Surprises the Proxies with shoplifted chocolate

Attempts to put together small "boo baskets" for everyone. This is mostly trash, shoplifted items, and small whittling projects he's been working on throughout the month

(Ticci) Toby Rogers

Has spent countless Halloweens getting into all sorts of reckless shenanigans

Is 100% down to smash pumpkins in the woods

I'm talking like he goes around stealing them from people's stoops and just brings them back to the woods to absolutely destroy

Will TP strangers' houses

Tries to drown himself with errand tasks for the Operator, so that he can be out and about and see the activities

Always misses Lyra around this time of year, as he can recall a few memories when she would take him out to Trick or Treat

He'd definitely chase some kids just to loot their candy

Or find a group of teenagers that were already scaring kids, and freak them out just for the hell of it

Usually gets high and vandalizes something

Has a very select taste when it comes to horror movies

Really likes the Scream franchise, because its so meta and more of a funny/thrilling 'whodunnit' than scary

One year he crashed a sorority party - he came back home absolutely crossed and threw up over everything (Tim has never let him live this down)

#creepypasta #creepypastafandom #theladyoracle #creepypasta au #theladyoracleau #slenderverse #headcanons #halloween #creepypasta halloween #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta au headcanons #ticci toby #toby rogers #jeff the killer

[sagau-my-beloved]

More brainrot of the modern isakai AU but imagine if it was Venti’s first Halloween. Imagine reader telling him he can wear his normal clothes again and he cheerfully does so, trick or treaters immediately saying what a good Venti costume that is.

Imagine if Venti sees an actual scary costume and thinks reader is in trouble. He’s so confused lol

☁️ anon

Halloween time!!!

Halloween and cons are pretty much the only time he can don his default attire in public, so he's gotta take advantage of that of course

But he'd get an absolute kick out of trick or treating, despite the weird looks both of you get for being 'too old', would straight up grab your hand and run from house to house while laughing, sneaks all of his really good candy into your bag though

Maybe make sure to keep an eye on exactly how much candy he eats too, he could probably get sick pretty easily from it

But it's another opportunity for him to explore your worlds traditions, so learning as much about it as he can allows him to recreate it when you do finally go to Teyvat

I'm telling you he would probably go all out, I'm talking full decorating whatever place you share together with all those fake spider webs that are really annoying and lights and other fun things

I also think he would be super into matching costumes, like the really stupid ones, if you happen to know of any Halloween parties you're going to he insists on wearing them together

And then imagine one of your friends ends up dressing as some slasher killer for said party and starts acting it out with you, but it's not like Venti knows any better, that might not end well—

Let's just hope he doesn't act on his instinct to immediately throw the guy 50 feet away with a controlled wind blast, you might not be able to play that one off

Ok here me out, horror movie marathons

I personally love horror movie, so just the dynamic where you're totally fine enjoying it and Venti's about to have a heart attack, full on wided eyed hiding his face against you at the really bad parts, nervous laughing at the dread inducing suspense music

I'd say it's debatable whether or not he'd be more sensitive to that stuff or less sensitive, on one hand it's hard to be desensitized to it when you don't actively watch it very often, it's not like they just have incredibly violent and gory movies in Teyvat and some of it can look very realistic, but on the other hand war criminal and all, so—

In conclusion yeah, he's gonna give anything you like a try obv, and I feel like he'd easily get into the spirit of things, got to make sure that every day you spend with him is better than any day you spend without, which especially includes holidays

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #sagau #genshin x reader #brainrot #I'm probably not doing anything again this year #maybe watch some scary movies if i have the time #sucks it's on a Monday #☁️ anon

[weeee]

Weeee's Drawtober 2022

I didn't really like any of the few inktober/drawtober/promptober lists I saw this year so, even though I don't usually participate, I decided to make my own. I included a fun version and a clean, high contrast version. This was made with visual art in mind, but feel free to use any medium. Image description in alt.

Optional and dubiously helpful prompt exposition below the cut:

We're starting off with a choice between classic and contemporary with this one. Feel free to make your interpretation as scary or ominous as you want. For those of you with clown phobias, take advantage of the more vague carnival option.

2. Bones - y'know bones. We've all got 'em. Right?

3. Draw one of your own personal autumn traditions, or something traditionally Halloween!

4. Reaching for.... help? For salvation? For... you?

5. ...

6. The great gourd of the season! You could draw your favourite jack-o-lantern design, a dessert, or the pumpkin-headed king of Halloween themself.

7. Chains, knives, faesbane, etc. You can never go wrong with iron.

8. Some call it stalking, I say walking - just extremely close behind. If traditional people stalkers are a sensitive topic for you, please take 'Scarecrows' as an alternative prompt.

9. Let's throw it back, baby. Think diners, truck stops, thick glass bottles, or whatever particular thing retro means for you.

10. Landline phones have infinitely more spooky vibes than mobiles.

11. Does this prompt call to mind winding paths, being torn between choice, or crossroad deals with demons? I wrote this prompt with the lattermost in mind, but the choice is yours.

12. Is it good or bad? Friend or foe?

13. Let's get some colours and vibrancy going on in here. Neon signs, string lights, bright palettes, etc.

14. It's wings, baby. The sky's the limit.

15. Lights! Juxtapose the spooky darkness of Halloween with some glow.

16. I'm on the edge of my seat. Am I excited? Am I exhilarated? Am I shouting "Don't go in there!!"? You tell me!

17. Design a coupon for a Halloween event, or item. Like, for example, 50% of Michael Myers' mask. Alternatively, draw me a Halloween spook using a coupon at a gas station or something. Be creative!

18. We love fungi, fungi love us. Show me how much.

19. What is even in that creepy bastard? Or on it, for that matter? Nobody knows!

20. I stole this one from this year's official Inktober. It's just so dynamic.

21. You know what candy is. Do something with it!

22. Use a cartoon style, use a cartoon character, make it move, etc.

23. Like a costume, but with a purpose.

24. Whether you choose a public washroom or a private one, these are hubs for all sorts of scary shit. Take advantage of the mirrors, drains, stalls, or sinks.

25. Remember when I said that landlines are the creepiest phone? Make me take it back.

26. Cute puppy in a costume, or vicious werewolf on the prowl? Or mix and match them together. Do whatever you want!

27. Weapons can be anything! Or, rather, anything can be a weapon, in the right hand.

28. Slasher films are a personal Halloween staple of mine, so I'd be remiss to not include it. Think Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, or even Happy Death Day.

29. This has nothing to do with ventriloquism, but have you seen The Boy? That movie was fucked up - I really didn't see the twist coming.

30. Something positive! Or maybe not. Point is, someone, or something, is in looove.

31. Draw your OC, or a character you really like, all dressed up for tonight!

#drawtober 2022 #weeee's drawtober 2022 #inktober 2022 #inktober #promptober 2022 #i dont know if anyone else will find this helpful #but if i didn't like any of the lists this year - maybe there's someone else who didn't either #it was fun to make regardless though #i'm not even sure if /I'll/ do these lol #also it's six am so good morning everyone

[masks-n-steel]

Ok, but.... WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE? Nah, that's gotta be illegal... Let's be partners in crime 💍 (but for real, those coveralls are A Look)

Bitch lets GO👏

#let’s take advantage of Halloween and dress up as slashers #and just do shit #go to Starbucks #pumpkin patch #drive in movie cuz stay out of movie theaters people #it’s a fucking pandemic #just be gay and do crime ya know?? #anyway lol #tysm anon you’re such a sweetie #💞💞💞💞 #I high key love coveralls and will buy a pair that will actually fit me and wear it all the time ✌️ #anon #text

[admiral-lindsay-her-hotnesss]

Duncney for the Scary OTP thing, please.

DUNCNEY

Which one is more fond of scary movies:

Duncan LOVES scary movies especially slasher flicks. County feels neutral about them, she doesn't find them scary enough most of the time.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween:

Duncan loves Halloween, he's definitely the one house in a neighborhood that is like 'it's trick OR treat so I'm giving out tricks' and scared the neighborhood kids. Courtney was always the type of kid to dress up as a princess doctor or an princess engineer for Halloween.

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse:

Duncan already lives like he's in the apocalypse I think he would fair better. Courtney is a quick learner but the need to be in charge would really hold her back.

Which one would literally kill for the other:

Duncan more so then Courtney but I feel like if push came to shov she could also.

Which one likes to scare or startle the other:

Courtney is easily startled and Duncan takes advantage of that at every given opportunity. Courtney finds it infinitely annoying but seeing him laugh after he gets her melts her heart.

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked:

Courtney is the type to cling when she's scared. Duncan will tease her about it but never enough to make her let go.

Which one always puts on a brave face:

Duncan and Courtney wear their emotions on their sleeves. Even if one them try to tough it out or be brave the other can immediately see through that.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent:

Both are highly dangerous when provoked.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime:

Duncan routinely commits crimes so it's nothing new for him. But for him, nothing compares to the rush of committing a crime with Courtney, it's rare but together they're a perfect team.

Which one believes in ghosts:

Neither. Courtney is "too smart" for that; Duncan thinks even if they do exist that's not his problem.

Which one likes to watch spooky show on television:

Courtney likes true crime and Law and Order, Duncan doesn't like watching it with her because she can predict what's going to happen and argues with the TV lawyers.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance:

Neither but Duncan would participate if given the opportunity.

Which one has nightmares more often:

Duncan will occasionally have dreams where he's back in juvie. Courtney has never had a nightmare and refuses to start anytime soon.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house:

Duncan, but not because it's haunted, because it's breaking and entering.

(sorry these are a few days late I got real busy out of nowhere)

Original Post

#marsh #total drama #tdi #total drama island #td duncan #td courtney #td Duncney #duncney #ask #send more these are fun

[yankyo]

Promised Fic

That fic I still don't have a real name for where you peg Beej yay

Warnings : mention of pet play, denial, beej begging, soft domming fun with the bby

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You loved Halloween movies, every year the tradition was to gather up bags upon bags of candy, make a happy little fort in your living room and just binge the classics until there was just nothing more to watch - and every year more and more spooky movies joined that list. This year, however, instead of adding another movie, you added a companion. Curled up in your lap, happily purring as you ran your fingers through his hair was your beloved demon: Beetlejuice. The past new nights, he had talked through the grisly slashers, giggled through the psychological horrors, and had gorged himself on all of your candy - not a surprise, Beetlejuice simply adored being a little shit and irritating you. What was surprising was the movies he shut up to watch: The Addams Family. Of course, you weren't complaining, they were great, feel good comedies, but not even a giggle was a little strange. You found yourself watching him more than the movie, watching the way he stared at Morticia everytime she was onscreen - honestly, you agreed. Morticia was a babe, and the actress did a phenomenal job, in fact she was part of your bi awakening as a kid - along with Debbie, of course. But every so often, Beej would glance over at you with this thoughtful expression that told you he was mulling something over - which could be anything ranging from, goth gf, or tiddy noice or isn't it interesting how the Addams are treated like they're dumb but they really know that people are trying to take advantage of them and are more amused than anything by the attempt. Beetlejuice was an enigma that way. 

But as long as he wasn't saying anything, you weren't pressing, he would speak up in due time. So you simply focused on stroking his hair, there was one spot if you scratched just right, he would go completely limp and purr all the louder - he refused to admit that he purred, something about 'I'm a demon, not a house cat, babes!' but he also wasn't about to admit how he nuzzled into your lap and sent you that expectant look whenever you didn't immediately begin petting him either. As much as anyone could see just how needy your little bug was, his pride was verbal but he still flopped in your lap without even the moments hesitation for more cuddles. Looking down at the happy demon, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss his cheek if just to see his cheeks flush green with happiness. Too cute. 

"That's the look of a woman who's gonna be breaking out the strap later." He spoke up, lifting his head slightly to send you a grin as he pointed to the screen. With a soft smile of your own, you tilted your head in mock confusion. 

"There's a specific look?" You asked, only for him to practically shoot up with an overenthusiastic 

"Yes!!" He fumbled for the remote to pause the movie at just the right moment. "See? The little smirk, the way she looks at him as if to say 'imma fuck your brains out', the way he looks back at her like a dude who just had his brains liquidated out of his skull. That's a dude getting his bussy fucked up." You snorted at the explanation, but he was still going. "You give me the same look before you dom." The blush was back and stronger than ever, the slight pink in his hair telling you just how excited he was really getting. 

"So, basically, she reminds you of me?" Flattering, really, and the way Beetlejuice peeked over at you with that look of neediness had you shuffling forwards to take his cheeks in hand. "Is that why you've been quiet all movie? How long have you been thinking about that?" He squirmed in place, refusing to meet your eyes for the moment. 

"Since when she was clipping roses." You laughed, 

"So since the beginning? Oh, Bj, you know... you shouldn't be torturing yourself like this." You pressed him down into the couch with a hand as you straddled him, "that's my job." Your voice had dropped into a husky purr, a poor imitation of Morticia, but Beetlejuice whimpered all the same. 

When Beetlejuice subbed, he was either extremely bratty, or, like today, he was like limp and willing under your touch - eager to please. Either was cute, but his obedience was absolutely endearing. Especially when he was trying to hold back from bucking up into you as you slowly ground your hips into his. Cupping his cheeks, you kissed him until you both were breathless before you pulled back just enough to whisper a single word, 'bedroom'. Before you could even blink, the room snapped away and the two of you fell onto your bed - and your comfortable sweatpants and tank top had been swapped out for a form fitting black bodysuit, the pattern not unlike a spider's web. "Bug? What's this?" You sat back with your hands on your hips - the words almost scolding if not for the amused twist to your lips. 

"It looks good on ya, doesn't it?" Not completely obedient then. You sat back on the bed, giving him a look that made him fidget in place before you stood to make your way to the toy box at the far end of the room. "B-babes?" The nervousness in his tone making you automatically give him a reassuring look - bad dom bitch persona aside, you didn't want to make him too anxious. At least, not in a bad way. Once he had relaxed again, his tense expression smoothing out, you snapped your fingers and pointed to the floor. 

"Where do bad boys belong?" You asked, your voice stern, he almost fell flat on his face in his eagerness to kneel next to your bed - if you gave permission you knew he would already be at your leg - but you didn't want your puppy just yet. "Now stay." He went ramrod straight and still - if not for the fact that his tongue had lolled out of his mouth as you bent over to rummage through the toy box. You were fairly certain there was new things added, but that wasn't all that strange, you didn't know where he was getting them, but Beetlejuice was constantly bringing home various sex toys that either interested him or just made him giggle. He had used to just show up with them and toss them your way, but after accidentally beaning Delia in the head with a dildo that looked like it belonged to freaking Sauron, you had told him he was to keep such things in the bedroom - and then made him fuck himself on said dildo until he came all over himself. Good times. Of course, Beej loved the bigger toys, the ones that were textured and thick and filling, and being quite the size queen yourself you were more willing to oblige. And watching him come undone on such a dildo was always so entertaining, but not the way his eyes just lit up whenever he saw you pull out the harness was just so much more fun. 

"Which one do you think I should use?" You asked, pulling out two different straps - one was small, thin, pink in color and the other was green with black stripes, long, thick and was textured. You didn't really need to ask, you knew which he would pick and weren't all that shocked when he shyly spoke up, 

"The green one." 

"What's the magic word, baby?" 

"Please?" Oh that word was just so pretty on his lips, but you remained silent. It took but a few seconds for Beetlejuice to realize his mistake and hastily correct himself, "please, miss." Better. 

"I don't know," you sighed, giving a slight shake of your head, "you've been pretty bad lately, talking during my movies, eating all my snacks and not even cleaning up after yourself. Do you really deserve this?" You asked just to hear that whiny little sound he made whenever you denied him what he wanted. 

"I'll be good, miss! I swear! I'll clean up and everything." He was crawling forwards tentatively until he was at your feet. "Please, I want..." he looked wrecked without you even having to lift a finger, his cheeks flushed, his pants strained, his breath coming out sharp and fast. When you reached down to pet his hair he let out a shaky moan and pressed into the contact. 

"I think you can ask better than that, Bug, what do you want?" He hesitated and your gentle touch turned hard, your soft fingers digging into his hair to yank his head back and force him to look up at you. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want." Despite the rough touch, your voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, yet he hung ok each word. 

"I want you to fuck me, Miss." He practically moaned the words, you had no doubt he would cum untouched if you were to pull his hair any harder. "Wreck me, use me, I'm yours." You leaned in and kissed him softly. 

"Then why are you still dressed, baby?" The urgency in which Beetlejuice ripped off his clothing was amusing, to say the least. He was more than capable of just snapping his fingers and rid himself of his clothing, but he was so focused on you that the idea probably didn't even cross his mind. Within moments, his already tattered clothing lay in shreds and your eager demon sat squirming before you. "Good boy," you praised, kneeling to give him the attention he deserved, as well as to show him the cock ring you had pulled from the chest. The sight made him shudder and gulp, but he leaned back and set his hands at his sides all the same. He always came far too quickly when you fucked him, so the cock ring was something of a necessity if you really wanted to have some fun with him. And there was no better sight than when he had been denied one too many times and was begging you in tears to please please just let him cum. 

He let out a shaky sigh as you stroked his cock, once, twice, one more time just to see the precum beading at the head. His eyes trained on you as you slowly slid the ring over his cock to press it firmly down to its base - he hissed at the pressure, his thighs already shaking. One more reach into the chest and you pulled out a long silk rope, soft gray in color. Automatically, he held his wrists up for you to tie, letting out an excited exhale as you pulled the rope tight against his skin and used it to lead him back towards the bed. As your thighs hit mattress, you took a seat, your demon crawling between your legs to lay his head reverently on your thigh. For a moment, you regarded him quietly, as if trying to figure out just exactly what you wanted to do with him before you raised your leg and placed it on his shoulder. You knew he didn't have to be close to you to smell your arousal, but he took in a deep breath all the same, his pupils narrowing into slits at the smell of you. It didn't take long for him to start to squirm, drool already dripping from his chin as he tried just so hard to hold himself back. Control had always been something of a problem for him, but he had come quite a long way from where he was. Now, even as he twitched and gave you those longing puppy dog eyes, he waited until you gave a slight nod of your head to lunge forwards and nuzzle against your clothed core. His teeth grazed your inner thigh gently, soft nips quickly followed by his tongue  as he tried nosing aside the fabric blocking him from you. After a moment, you took pity on him and peeled away the tight fabric yourself and no sooner was your pussy revealed to him did he rush forwards to taste you. 

Beetlejuice always said that eating you out was his favorite pastime, and really, actions spoke louder than words with just how much enthusiasm he put into the task. At first, the wet sounds of him slurping up every single trace of your arousal his tongue could reach had been embarrassing - but after so many months of dating and the many, many, times he had his head between your legs, the embarrassment was long gone and your immediate reaction was to lace a hand in his hair and rock up into his eager mouth. His tongue slithered it's way inside of you, full and quickly swelling up as his teeth ever so gently scraped your clit, your thighs trembling as his tongue wriggled against your g-spot insistently. Sometimes, Beetlejuice was something of a tease, pushing you closer and closer before pulling away mere milliseconds before you could actually cum. This, unfortunately, was one of those times as the smug little bastard yanked back to grin at you, his face all slick with your arousal. Unamused, you scowled back at him, making trembling limbs pick yourself back up to stalk over to the forgotten harness. 

"Up on the bed." Of course he followed that order without playing around, crawling up onto his hands and knees, raising his cute little butt up in the air for you. You took your sweet time in stepping into the harness and attaching the strap, pausing for a moment to pick up a bottle of lubes before you meandered your way back over to the bed and your waiting boyfriend. You ran a hand up his back, pressing forwards to maneuver him into just the right position for you before you noticed something. "Babycakes, when did you put this in?" You pressed on the plug currently stretching your boyfriend out and he mumbled into the pillow. You didn't even have to look up at him to know that he was blushing - or to know that it had probably been there since the moment he started thinking of you taking charge for the night. Impatient as he was, he never did want to waste much time in prepping when you could be plowing him instead. Which was ironic seeing as he would, could, and has spent hours eating you out and fingering you. But, of course, after being denied yourself, you weren't about to just give him what he wanted! Oh no! There was a lesson to be learned here! 

His whine echoed through the room as you slowly tugged on the plug before pressing back into him, his cock bouncing as you fucked him with the plug. 

"Babe, please!" He cried out, even as he automatically pressed back as you nudged the plug forwards. Of course, you knew it just wasn't enough. 

"I have to make sure you're ready, sweetie! I don't want to risk hurting you, right?" Pain really never was a worry with Beetlejuice, sure, certain things could hurt him, but he always healed far too quickly for it to even matter. But proper etiquette called for prep and who were you to ignore etiquette. In, out, in, out, in, in, swift pull out, Beetlejuice's whimpers and pleas fell on deaf ears you played with him, the sounds growing sharper as you reached underneath him to slowly stroke his cock. It didn't take long for him to be absolutely shaking, his cries getting desperate as you just barely missed his prostate with each push inwards. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" You asked, your voice soft and sweet. "Is it not enough? I mean, you chose it! Surely you must like this plug, right?" 

"No! Want you! Please!" He was almost sobbing now as he pushed back in vain. You took pity on him this time and actually pulled the plug out of him this time to set aside. 

"Its ok baby, I've got you." You crooned as you rubbed his tense back. "I won't tease you anymore." With one hand you grabbed onto his hip while with the other you grabbed the base of the strap-on and once you had applied an adequate amount of lube, you began pressing into him. His babbled words of thanks were sharp and high pitched, your hand on his hip possibly the only thing stopping him from just shoving back to sheathe the whole thing. Soon enough, your hips lay flush to his, your body curved over his so you could take the end of the rope to tie his hand to the headboard. "How we feeling babe? Green?" You asked, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his back. 

"Beyond green, fluorescent green, neon, fuck me already, -" before he could say more, you pulled out slowly before swiftly slamming back into him, making him choke on whatever words he still had left. After that, there was simply no mercy given, you kept a hand on his hip while reaching up to lace a hand in his hair to yank his head back so you could sink your teeth into his neck. There were days you felt bad for your neighbors, after all, Beej and you weren't the quietest of lovers and they surely heard everything - this was not one of those days. No, you were way too invested in the indulgent, appreciative moans you were pulling from your boyfriend as you fucked him. 

"Look at you, drooling already." You purred, pressing your fingers into his open mouth, "so wrecked already and I've barely even started." You breezed your wet fingers down his chest til you just barely brushed the tips of your fingers along the length of his cock. The headboard creaked as Beetlejuice pulled on the ropes, already begging for you to touch him more, please, please, please, touch him! And really, how could you deny him? Wrapping your hand around his dick, you jacked him off in time with your slamming hips and his cries only grew louder. 

"I wanna cum! Please, fuck, let me cum!" You toyed with the cock ring, twisting it this way and that before you let out a soft tsk and kissed his cheek. 

"Not yet baby, patience." Not like this, at least! You pulled back, ignoring his sharp whines as you pulled out to guide him onto his back for you. "Relax, baby," with him laying down, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wet with unshed tears, his hands bound above his head - you just needed to take a picture! So, you hopped up off of the bed to swipe up your phone and took a few quick shots of your boyfriend. There was just one thing missing in this shot... and the whimpers your boyfriend was letting out while sending you abandoned puppy eyes did tug at the heartstrings. Alright, you had teased him long enough - not really, but you couldn't help but be weak to him. 

As you settled on the bed, he pulled you in closer with his legs, and you just had to lean in and kiss your squirmy demon before you took your strap in hand once more to guide it back into him. This time, you didn't tease, you didn't hold back, with sharp strokes as deep into him as you could manage, you pulled the cock ring off of him and began stroking his cock. The cry he let out echoed throughout the apartment, his back arching up so high you would've wondered if he was going to pull something if he weren't already - you know, dead. As worked up as he had been all night, the stimulation proved too much for him to last and soon enough he was moaning garbled praise and pleas once more. "Its ok, Bug, you can cum." 

"Thank you! Fuck! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" His moans grew higher and higher until he cut off with a choked gasp and came. Hard. The slightly fluorescent cum reached up to his chin and yet cum still dribbled past your fingers and onto his stomach as you worked him through the orgasm, praising him all the while. Now, you took another picture of him, cum splattered on his chest, his eyes dazed, his expression damn near ascended. Perfect. While he was still coming down, you untied his hands and stroked his hair, 

"How we feeling, Bug?" 

"Like you fucked the life back into me." You both giggled softly as he reached up to kiss you. "Give me five minutes and I'll return the favor..." he grinned, his thumb stroking softly across your cheek. "Cara mia." You snorted softly, but placed your hand on top of his and sent him a warm smile in return. 

"Don't be gentle, mon cher." 

#beetlejuice smut #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader

[madelainesvixens]

Title: Masked ID

Ship: Veronica Lodge + Sweet Pea (Sweet Vee)

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Sweet Pea loved Halloween.

As a kid, it was the only holiday he ever was looking forward to. He loved to scare Toni and other Serpents with creepy masks, fake knives and red syrup.

One time, Fangs almost peed his pants. It was hilarious.

Needless to say, when Veronica announced him that they'd be having a Halloween party at La Bonne Nuit, he was thrilled.

For the past two weeks, Veronica and him had worked on the decors, making plans and ordering online a bunch of accessories and props that would transform the beauty of the old age casino into an epic spooky dream.

''Don't go too gore with the decors, mi amor. We don't want to scare the clients away,'' Veronica reminded him, seeing him eyeing a headless prop on the computer screen.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''Halloween is supposed to be scary, Veronica,'' he countered, scrolling down the page and stealing Veronica's laptop from the bed to type something. ''We need a smoke machine. Can we have that?''

The raven haired girl hesitated, not quite getting her boyfriend's ideas. ''Eh, I guess...''

''Yes!'' Sweet Pea exclaimed, pumping his fist excitedly.

She chuckled, looking at him with fond eyes. It was so rare of him to get this excited over events - or anything, really -, it was cute.

Almost as cute as the time he had stayed behind to help her clean up at La Bonne Nuit. There had been some misunderstandings between a Serpent and a Bulldog a couple months ago and, as expected, a punch had been thrown and resulted into a fight. Reggie had been quick to break it up with the help of Sweet Pea, but there was some damages made. Broken glass, blood stains and else. After everyone had left, the raven haired girl had been surprised to see that Sweet Pea was still there, a broomstick in hand, sweeping glass shards from the floor.

That night was also the same night she had invited him over at the Pembrooke - for drinks, she said. Needless to say, not much drinks were drank that night, but a lot of sultry kisses were exchanged as they fell on Veronica's bed.

Smiling at the memory, Veronica put her head on his shoulder as he searched online, the soft burnt red flannel rubbing against her cheek.

''Do you have a costume in mind for Halloween?'' Sweet Pea asked. ''PLease tell me it's not some sexy animal or I'll vomit on your expensive carpet.''

She scrunched her nose. ''My costume is picked. And, don't worry. I'm not think kind of girl, but I'm offended you thought so of me. I'm a Lodge, I have class.''

A low laugh rumbled from Sweet Pea's stomach as he shook his head. ''What is it?''

''It's a secret,'' Veronica proudly informed. ''I think you'll like it.''

Her lips twisted into a confident, malicious smile and Sweet Pea grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

''Consider me intrigued.''

.

Dressed in her mini dress and feathery black wings, Veronica stood in the middle of La Bonne Nuit, admiring the spooky makeover she and Sweet Pea had given to the place. It was almost unrecognizable under all those spiderwebs, decors and props. She was very proud of their work.

Who knew Sweet Pea was great at decorating?

The stage had been turned into a jail cell with creepy props and strobe lights, the bar was covered in spiderwebs and all glasses had been replaced by halloween themed ones to go with the ambiance.

She had just finished writing down the special menu of the night on the blackboard when her phone screen lit up across the bar. Veronica put her chalk down and went to grab her phone when the lights flickered in the basement, making her frown.

Must be a power overload from all the lights and decors, she assumed. The place is old.

She reached for the device and read the screen: Masked ID. Her frown deepened. Who could this be? Her father? Prisons have masked numbers, right? Why would he call her though?

''Hello?'' she answered, curiosity and confusion in her tone.

No response.

''Hello?'' she repeated.

Still no response.

With a sigh, Veronica hung up, thinking it was some prank à la Scream - kids do that these days - when someone grabbed her from behind, causing her to let out a high pitched scream, her phone dropping on the floor.

Pop was upstairs, running the diner and Veronica was hoping he'd hear her and come down. Being a pacifist, Pop probably wouldn't fight her attacker from lack of defense knowledge, but he could call the cops.

Before Veronica could scream out for help again, any sound she thought of making was muffled by her attackers hand as he held her firmly against his chest.

A red light flashed in the young Lodge's mind, refusing to let whoever was attacking her go without a fight.

Since getting exposed to her father's mobster life, Veronica had learned how to defend and protect herself from possible harm.

She still didn't know how to fire a gun like her mom, but Veronica Lodge was not a damsel in distress. She knew how to fight back, and this was the perfect time to put her knowledge into action.

Rapidly studying her situation, she tried to jab her attacker with her elbows and free herself, causing them to get tangled into some spiderwebs and witch props, startling her attacker for a few seconds before he steadied himself, giving her barely enough time to escape.

She made a run for the stairs, praying that she wouldn't slip in her high heels boots but, just as she was about to reach the first stair, she screamed as a gloved hand pulled her back and pressed her against the wall, giving her full sight of her attacker's cult mask and blue mechanic cover-all.

''What do you want? Let go of me!'' Veronica demanded, voice steady and firm despite how scared she was.

She tried to reach up to remove his mask, but he grabbed her hands and secured them in his fist, preventing her from revealing his identity.

He didn't say anything, he just pressed his body against hers and, for a fraction of second, Veronica thought she was about to get raped. Her heart was beating fast behind her chest, getting flashbacks from her night with Nick St. Clair.

She opened her mouth to scream again, being closer to the door this time and having a better chance for Pop to hear her distress, but her breath caught in her throat, feeling something cool touching her neck. A blade.

Veronica stilled and gulped, terror flashing through her eyes.

A familiar laugh filled the air, giving away the identity of the masked asshole she called her boyfriend. She narrowed her eyes and hit his chest and shoulder, not holding back. ''You're such an asshole, Sweet Pea! Good Lord, never do that again...''

He removed his Michael Myers mask, revealing a big grin. ''You should've seen your face! You looked terrified,'' Sweet Pea pointed, still laughing.

She shouldn't have expected any less of him. He was an horror fanatic, after all. He even dressed up as his favorite slasher protagonist.

Veronica gave him a stern look, raising her arms. ''Of course I was! I thought someone was going to murder me. I had all the rights to be scared.''

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''It wasn't even a real blade...'' She crossed her arms and he sighed, knowing what she was waiting for. ''I'm sorry...that I didn't get this on video.''

She swatted his chest and he pulled her into his hold, going in for a hug of forgiveness, but stopped mid-way, taking notice of her outfit. He had no idea what she was dressed as, maybe some bat or maybe that girl from Black Swan. What he knew was that she looked fucking hot in this fitted dress, hugging her in all the right paces.

Holding her at arm length, Sweet Pea glancing up and down. ''Fuck. You're going to be the death of me, Veronica Lodge,'' the Serpent declared, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth as he ran his hand on Veronica's sides, following the curve of her body. 

A fierce grin formed on Veronica's lips, cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow. She took a step forward and closed the space between them, the tall one's cologne filling her nose. Sweet Pea's breath hitched as he leaned down, following her as she leaned in for a kiss but, just before her lips touched his, she abruptly dodged them, bringing her lips are next to his ear instead.

''I'm warning you,'' she said, her breath blowing on the shell of his ear as she spoke. ''If you take this knife to my bedroom, I'm going to be the one pointing it at you.''

Taking advantage of Sweet Pea's distraction to reach for the fake knife in his back pocket, stepping back to wiggle it between them.

A smirk formed on his lips. ''Noted.''

#sweet vee #riverdaleevents #spooky #seasonal celebrations #sweet pea #sweetvee #sweet pea x veronica #veronica lodge #riverdale prompts

[slaughtergutz]

I need some Dad!Jason. Hell all the slashers as dads would be killer.

I see what you did there. -sweats nervously because I can only confidently write for Jason and Bubba BUT I CAN TRY SOME OTHERS.)

Okay so, you actually caught me in the middle of a Dad!Jason AU that I’ve been drawing. (That I’ve just been too embarrassed to post.) SO this is gonna be mostly based off that but I’ll try not to be hyper specific kasdfghj

Jason

He tries. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. His dad was awful, and he didn’t have any other father figures growing up, so he’s pretty much totally bullshitting everything and hopes for the best. When he’s really lost, his mom usually gives some guidance. It…might not be the best, but a lot of his parenting is based on what he knows through her.

Friends can’t come over. Jason’s still getting used to living outside of Crystal Lake, and not immediately rage-killing people he sees is something he’s working on. So to be safe, friends aren’t allowed over, especially teenagers.

Going to a party? Gooood fucking luck! Their other parent is going to have to keep him distracted so they can make a run for it. But you bet your ass they ain’t walking out of that house dressed anything other than saintly, if he can help it.

He’s protective, and paranoid, and has boundary issues. It’s likely he’s going to stalk them when they’re at school or another event, just to make sure they’re okay and nobody’s messing with them. God fucking help whoever tries to bully Jason Voorhees’ children.

He needs to learn to trust his kids, and that if they have any issues or problems, they’ll tell him. It’s a real learning process. They’re people. It’s weird.

They talk, but he mostly communicates through sign language. 

No one is allowed to go to the lake.

He’ll teach them archery, tomahawk throwing, camping–he’s basically a giant boy scout. They gon learn their knots. 

Overall, he tries to listen, he tries to do what’s best for them. He doesn’t know if he’s capable of changing, but he’ll try.

Leatherface

Bubba as best dad???

He is so gentle with them. He knows he’s big and doesn’t know his strength sometimes, so he’s extra soft with them.

He wants many kids. Doesn’t matter how many he already has, he wants more. (Condolences to his S/O’s body.)

His kids pretty much have two names. Their birth names, and whatever specific sound effect Bubba makes in order to refer to them.

They learn to read by reading books to him. Sometimes he sits in on their homeschool classes (because S/O insists they don’t grow up to be dumbasses like Nubbins and Chop) but he usually leaves because he’s bored or gets kicked out because he’s being distracting.

Will make them all sorts of toys and things out of bone and spare parts. Dolls, mobiles, hippie bead curtains. He’ll even make them and the dolls matching dresses!

Doesn’t let them in the slaughter room, though. They can see his chainsaw, but they can’t play with it. It’s a dangerous tool and Bubba makes sure they learn the difference between toys and tools.

He’s very careful to keep victims away from them, but sometimes they help! Or in the very least, watch. But when they get older, they can help!

They also roughhouse, a lot. Bubba makes sure they don’t get hurt, of course, but he can take a hit and they have fun. 

Michael Myers

Horrible father, really.

He’s very good at ignoring things. Especially things that are screaming or smell like poo. 

You need to watch him because he will absolutely hand that toddler a knife. He’s dumb, and careless.

When the other parent isn’t looking, though–probably off making dinner or doing laundry, because Michael doesn’t do shit–he’ll play with the kid. Not roughhousing or anything, just kind of sit down, take his mask off, and let them crawl all over him.

At some point you’re gonna get a toddler running around in a Myers mask with a knife and he’ll think it’s hilarious and not help at all to stop this chaos.

Halloween is absolutely the biggest day of the year. He’ll always help the kid with getting a costume together, making sure to hit up the best places to get treats, make jack-o-lanterns, deck out the yard, commit murder–

Prank wars. It gets out of hand.

But also overall, he’s very cuddly and gentle with his kid. He will put them on his shoulders and just walk around wherever he needs to go. They will probably hit their head on a doorway at least once. (And the two of them will learn nothing.)

Freddy Krueger

So. He was pretty certain that getting someone knocked up in the dream world was part of the nightmare, but it turned out it wasn’t. This was new.

When it was first discovered, he was ready to rip it out of his S/O’s body, but after some quick deliberation, decided against it. This could be useful to him.

Freddy is pretty much the opposite to his kid compared to how he is with everyone else.

He’s a little softer. A little more patient.

But not much, he’s still very strict. But he’ll try to watch his own language around them, anyway. (But he will absolutely burst out laughing if the kid says fuck. They’ll be grounded, but it’s still hilarious to him.)

The only person he really teaches them to respect is himself. He doesn’t give much regard to the other parent.

This kid is able to walk in both the physical realm and the dream realm, which Freddy plans on taking advantage of fully. But first, he teaches them the ins and outs of their powers and abilities within the dream realm. (While keeping a few tricks up his sleeve. Just in case.)

#jason voorhees #leatherface #bubba sawyer #michael myers #freddy krueger #friday the 13th #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #halloween #a nightmare on elm street #nightmare on elm street #dad au #au #slasher imagines