#strangertober

[sunshinesteviee]

call it what you want - s.h.

summary: you find yourself on the edge of friendship and something more with steve at a halloween party. for @sparklingsin's spookinktober writing challenge with the prompt "quick, switch costumes with me!" wc: 8.1k wtf warnings: friends to lovers. alcohol consumption. smut!!! 18+!!! f!reader. a/n: this is the longest thing i've ever written and it killed me lol i hope y'all like it. feedback is much appreciated! love u sm. also huge shoutout to @sparklingsin and @familyvideostevie for reading this and helping me out and listening to me complain about this gd fic for weeks i love u so much thanks for putting up w me

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Parties weren’t Steve’s thing. Not anymore, anyway. And Halloween parties in particular were definitely crossed off the list, especially after everything that had happened with Nancy a few years ago. He was over Nancy, they were even friends now, but something about the idea of going to another Halloween party stirred up a sick feeling in Steve’s stomach that he wanted to run from. Somehow, though, Robin had managed to convince him that it would be fun. 

Really, it hadn’t taken much convincing on Robin’s part — all she had to do was mention you, and Steve was in, though he’d never admit that to her. It was stupid, she thought, the way the two of you were constantly pining for each other, but refusing to do anything about it. She’d heard enough lovesick complaints from her best friends, and decided she’d take it into her own hands. And Halloween seemed like the perfect opportunity. She wasn’t quite sure how yet, but she was sure the night would end at the very least with confessions. She’d make sure of it. 

And so, Steve was two drinks deep in a crowded house, filled with more regret than beer. Robin had somehow disappeared after one drink, Eddie was nowhere in sight, and he still had yet to see you. Maybe you’d decided not to come. If so, the whole night would be a waste. He hadn’t missed parties one bit. The stuffy, crowded rooms filled with sweaty bodies pressed against each other as music pounded in his ears, pulsing lights making his head throb. 

It didn’t used to be so bad. He used to be the keg king, down shot after shot, maybe get lucky, and still wake up the next day more or less fine. Now, two drinks usually did him in, and he didn’t always like the feeling of being drunk. Of being out of control. To be fair, he’d taken quite a few beatings that had definitely fucked with his head since he’d last been to a proper party. But parties just weren’t enjoyable anymore. Especially when all of his friends had disappeared, and he didn’t know anyone surrounding him. 

Tipping the last of his drink into his mouth, Steve crushed the red plastic cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash can nearby that was already almost overflowing. A familiar laugh sounded behind him, a sweet sound above the loud bass, “Whoa there, champ. How many drinks have you had?!”

Steve already had a smile on his face as he turned around, and his jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of you. You hadn’t ditched. And better yet, you looked fucking gorgeous. He let out an adoring laugh, eyebrows furrowing together, forehead wrinkling as he asked, “Champ?”

“Your costume, silly,” you nodded towards his outfit as you reached out, placing your warm palm against his bicep. Without thinking, Steve leaned into your touch, stepping in closer to you, his hand grazing your hip slightly. 

Since it had been a last-minute decision, and since he wasn’t fond of Halloween anyways, Steve had decided to pull his baseball uniform from high school out of his closet. It fit a little tighter than it used to, but would work well enough for one night. The ugly green and orange baseball jersey was tucked into a pair of baseball pants, and he’d even tucked his wild hair underneath a Hawkins high baseball hat. Steve’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the soft pink obvious on his pale skin, even in the dim lighting of the house. “Oh, right. Yeah, I think I kinda… knocked it out of the park with this one.”

The snort that left your mouth had Steve smiling again as you clapped a hand over your mouth, “Oh my god. That was fucking awful, Steve. It does look good, though. Can’t believe you’d ruin all of your pretty hair under that hat.”

Steve flushed again, a common occurrence that he couldn’t help when he was around you, and shrugged, “What can I say? I’m dedicated to the costume. I like your costume, too, by the way; you look nice.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment as you bounced on the balls of your feet nervously, “Yeah? Thanks, Stevie.” You were wearing a short shirt that had “Camp Crystal Lake” printed across the chest, with a picture of a lake underneath it, and a pair of red shorts that were also nearly too short; you were a counselor from one of your favorite horror movies, Friday the 13th. Quite frankly, the costume fit you perfectly, accentuating all of your best features, and you weren’t oblivious to the way his eyes had caught on you when he’d first turned around. 

“Yeah! That’s a great movie.”

“I thought you didn’t like horror movies?” you questioned, a teasing tone lacing your words. You and Eddie had had to convince him more than once to watch a horror movie on one of your movie nights, and he usually hid underneath a blanket for more than half the movie. 

“Well, no,” Steve huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at you, “But I’ve seen that one, and it wasn’t bad. Do you want a drink?"

When you quickly agreed, Steve’s hand left your back as he pulled back from you. Before you could mourn the warmth of his hand on your skin, though, his hand was reaching toward yours. “C’mon then, babe.”

Without a second thought, your hand slipped into his, fingers slotting together easily. Steve started pulling you through the crowd, weaving between bodies skillfully. The grip he had on your hand, though gentle, was firm, as if you’d be lost forever if he let go. As if the crowds of people would swallow you whole and carry you away from him. He glanced back a few times to make sure you were alright, flashing you a small smile every single time his eyes caught yours. 

The alcohol was finally starting to hit Steve, making him feel a bit lighter, though maybe it was just from being near you. Your hand in his was enough to make him feel tipsy. To have him questioning if it was real. He definitely didn’t need to have another drink, not if you were going to be holding his hand like your life depended on it. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, to be close to you, but the alcohol had his senses dialed up. Steve knew that if he wasn’t careful, he might let his real feelings for you slip, and he didn’t want to risk the friendship you had. 

Steve shook his head in an attempt to clear it, though the alcohol was making it a bit difficult, and refocused back on you. He gave you a lopsided smile, working to untangle his fingers from yours, “Whaddya want, cutie? Punch? I had two cups and it’s kinda strong because I’m definitely starting to feel it, and—”

“I’ll have punch!” You’d listen to him ramble for hours, but the kitchen was even more packed than the room you’d just been in. You didn’t see Steve drunk, or even tipsy, often, and you adored the way his face flushed red and he started rambling. He’d clearly had just enough to have him feeling good, not enough to tip him over the edge, and it was endearing the way he seemed to let go a little bit. 

Not wanting to be away from your side for too long, Steve hurried across the kitchen to get a cup and fill it with punch for you. He pushed by a few people on his way back, trying to be gentler than the asshole who had pushed you, and frowned as some of the drink spilled over the edge of the cup and ran down his fingers. The pout was still on his lips as he approached you, holding the cup out, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spill it. Here you go, babe.” 

Taking the cup from him carefully, you smiled gratefully, glad that you hadn’t been the one to cross the kitchen, “Thanks, Stevie. You didn’t get one for yourself?”

“Nah, if I have more I’ll be suffering tomorrow,” he replied. As he talked, Steve lifted his hand that was now covered in the sticky punch, and slipped one of his fingers into his mouth to clean it off. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared in disbelief as Steve did it again with another finger. This time, he caught the look on your face and his own eyes went wide as he stared at you in confusion, completely oblivious, “What?”

You nearly choked on your drink, and you quickly shook your head, turning away from Steve so he wouldn’t see the reaction you were having. There was no doubt you were attracted to Steve — how could you not be? He was kind and funny and brave, and treated you better than anyone else ever had. The problem was, he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you were fairly certain he had no intention of that. He was a nice guy to everyone.  Just because he called you babe or cutie from time to time, and held your hand or shared blankets with you… that didn’t mean he was interested, and you’d done your best to shove those feelings down. You didn’t want to lose Steve’s friendship above all else, so if you had to pretend your feelings for him were strictly platonic, you could do that. But watching him lick his fingers clean sparked something in your stomach, and made your face feel hot. To be fair, you had already downed a shot with Nancy while the two of you were getting ready, so maybe you could just blame the way your thighs clenched on the alcohol. 

Instead of responding, you downed half the cup of punch just in time for Steve to look back at you, a grin breaking out on his face as he chanted teasingly, “Chug, chug, chug!” 

You nearly choked again, this time as you laughed, sputtering some of the red liquid out of your mouth, “Steve!” You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth to catch the drops sliding down your chin with a giggle, “Stop itttt.”

“Hey!” Steve’s pout matched yours, eyes narrowing at you, bottom lip pushing out, “How come you can tease me when I’m drinking but I can’t tease you?”

Your eyes may have lingered too long on Steve’s lips as he pouted, but he didn’t notice with the way he was unabashedly returning the favor as your tongue darted out to catch the last of the punch that had spilled past your lips. You wondered what his lips would feel like against yours. If they were as soft as they looked. If he was as good a kisser as the girls from high school claimed. You shook your head, desperately trying to focus so you could answer Steve’s question instead of gawk at him, “No, it’s not allowed.” 

Steve laughed hysterically as his arms wrapped over your shoulders so he could pull you into him. He got even more affectionate than normal when he’d had some alcohol. Pressing his lips to your hair, he shook his head, but was totally sincere as he replied, “Okay, fine! I’ll never make fun of you again, cutie. Promise.  Should we find Robin? Or maybe Nancy and Jonathan?” 

His words had you feeling like you were on fire once more, but you quickly agreed, needing to find someone else to get your mind off of Steve. To think of something other than SteveSteveSteveSteve. Your cheek pressed into the rough fabric of the jersey he was wearing, and you nodded against his chest, “Yeah, let’s go find them.” 

“Wait,” he paused, fingers wrapping around your arm as you tried to pull away from his grasp, “you still have…” His sentence trailed off as he licked the pad of his thumb before placing his free hand against your cheek, fingers slipping into the hair just behind your ear. His thumb pressed to your chin, rubbing across your skin carefully in an attempt to get rid of the last of the punch that you’d spilled. Steve’s hand slid down, fingers hooking underneath your chin as his thumb dragged down, pulling on your bottom lip slightly, and you thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you then and there, his eyes flashing with something you hadn’t seen in them before. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared, and Steve was back to his tipsy, bubbly self, “Got it!”

You felt absolutely breathless, frozen in place as Steve pulled away searching the crowd for anyone he recognized. “You coming or what, babe?” 

“I, uh–” you shook your head to clear it and moved towards Steve, “Yeah, ‘m coming.” 

Finding Robin seemed to be a lost cause, but Nancy and Jonathan had been easy to find, talking to some of Nancy’s friends from high school, drinks in hand. And after talking for a bit, it didn’t take much to pull your friends away to dance with you. You immediately grabbed Steve, feeling bolder than you normally would be, and pulled him into you, chest to chest. 

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest as his hands grabbed at your hips at the same time, fingers pressing lightly into the soft skin there as you swayed to the music. Had he been sober and more aware of what he was really doing, he probably would’ve been much more flustered with the way you were pressed up against him. And, had he been sober, he would’ve seen the look Nancy and Jonathan were exchanging knowingly, with Nancy in on Robin’s plan. 

–

Robin found you a bit later, the sound of your name being called over the music was enough to get your attention, and you quickly stopped dancing next to Nancy to search the crowd of people surrounding you. It wasn’t hard to find Robin, who was already pretty tall and was wearing heels for her costume. You grinned at her, throwing your arms out to her for a hug as you shrieked her name, “Robin!”

“Hey, hot stuff!” she replied, wrapping you up in her arms, careful of the drink in her hand, “Where have you beeeen? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

You scoffed, “Stevie and I have been dancing. Thought maybe you weren’t here,” you said, pushing your bottom lip out into a pout. 

“I am! I have been the whole time!” she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, “I’m glad I found you! We’re gonna play a game!” She paused and turned to point at Steve who had been watching the two of you, “You too, dingus! You’re gonna play, too.”

“What? No, Robin, I don’t—”

“Please, Stevie?” you asked, cutting him off with wide, pleading eyes, even though you had no idea what the game actually was, or who you’d be playing with. 

The alcohol Steve had consumed was now starting to wear off, while it seemed like it was in full swing for you. Had Robin shown up half an hour ago while he was still feeling tipsy, and was actually dancing with you, he would’ve agreed no problem. Now, as he started to think a bit more clearly, he knew that Robin’s drunk ideas usually weren’t her best, and at the very least, he’d make sure you all didn’t get into too much trouble. And, as always, he couldn’t say no to the look you were giving him. “Okay, okay, fine! I’ll play.”

Reaching out to close the distance between the two of you, your fingers curled around Steve’s bicep to pull him closer. You were giving him the brightest smile he’d ever seen as you leaned into his side, “Yay! C’mon, Harrington.”

The smile that pulled at Steve’s lips was involuntary as your hand pushed down his arm and into his own hand, tugging him behind you as you followed Robin through the house, back to the other side where she’d been beforehand with a few other friends. They weren’t really people you knew – mostly Robin’s friends from band, and Eddie and a few of his friends – but you weren’t going to let that stop you from having fun. 

“Okay!” Robin clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the small group, “Everyone stand up, get in a circle. We’re playing a new game!” 

“What game is it?” Eddie grumbled, ever the contrarian, though he was getting to his feet to do as Robin said. 

Steve had also reluctantly joined the circle, standing at one of Robin’s sides, arms crossed over his chest as he waited impatiently for her to explain what was going on. You couldn’t help but giggle at his sullen expression as you glanced at him from the other side of your friend standing between the two of you. Your laugh caught his attention, and he cracked a smile as he glanced over Robin to look at you, eyebrows furrowing together as if he was asking “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a smile as you quickly glanced away, trying to focus on what Robin was saying. Only after you’d listen to half of the “rules” did you realize that this was some kind of speed costume changing game, and you groaned, feeling a bit too tipsy for trying to change quickly. Not only that, but this felt like a game that some boy in high school had come up with in hopes to see the girl he liked half naked. 

“On the count of three, find someone that you want to change costumes with, and then we’ll time everyone! One… two… three!” 

You’d been counting on switching with Robin, considering she was right next to you, and you could probably get into at least some of her clothes. Steve had a similar idea – who else was he going to switch with when he’d already shared clothes with her before? – and turned in her direction. Robin, on the other hand, had a different idea, pointing aggressively at Nancy who was across the circle from her, “Nance! You’re my partner!” She quickly stepped out from between you and Steve and darted over to Nancy without letting her respond. 

At the same time, both you and Steve groaned in frustration, “Robin!” She all but cackled, an evil grin on her face that you knew meant this had been her plan all along. You’d told her about your feelings for Steve, but you never expected her to use that information against you.  

Still, you turned to Steve with a grin, hooking your arm through his to pull him closer to you, “Guess you’re my partner, Harrington! No backing out now!” 

As soon as he realized that partners were being shoved in one of the closets one at a time to change as fast as possible, Steve wished desperately that he could back out. His face burned at just the thought of being in a confined space with you while you took off your clothes. He didn’t have long to think about it, though, as after two other pairs were timed, Robin quickly pushed the two of you in, closing the door behind you and plunging you into complete darkness, except for the small sliver from under the door. 

You and Steve weren’t strangers to being close to one another, but this felt like a new level of intimacy, and Steve didn’t know what to do. His heart was pounding in his ears, so loud he was worried you’d be able to hear it, too, considering how close you were. It didn’t seem to affect you as much, though maybe that was just the alcohol, and you giggled with an urgent whisper, “Quick! Switch costumes with me, Steve! I don’t wanna lose!” With that, you pulled your shirt over your head, nearly elbowing Steve in the face with how fast you were moving. Steve immediately averted his eyes to the dark ceiling, wanting to be a gentleman, though he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you shirtless. 

Frustrated with how slow he was moving, you gave his shoulder a weak push, “C’mon, Stevie!”

Steve huffed, amused with how badly you wanted to win, even though he knew it wasn’t going to happen, “Okay, I’m going!” He started unbuttoning the baseball jersey as fast as he could as you started to shove your shorts down your legs, and suddenly his buttons became a lot more interesting, fingers fumbling with the small pieces of plastic. The closet felt scorching hot as he shrugged off the jersey and quickly pulled the  plain white tee he was wearing underneath off as well, shoving it in your direction. “Jesus, babe. Here.”

The shirt you’d been wearing had been quickly dropped to the floor as you pulled Steve’s shirt over your head, immediately engulfed in his scent. He always smelled nice, and this shirt was no exception. As much as you wanted to hug yourself and breathe in Steve’s comforting scent, you also wanted to win, and slipped the jersey on, motioning for Steve to take his pants off next. Your voice was frantic when you spoke again, “Pants! Give ‘em to me!”

The giggling from his friends outside the door was distracting to Steve as he thought of ways he could get back at Robin for this. It was torture, really, being shoved into a small space with the girl he liked while they undressed, but in a situation where he couldn’t touch her without seeming like a perv. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when your hands reached out towards his waist, going for the button on his pants. There was no way he could let that happen, and pushed your hands away, all but shouting, “I got it!”

He quickly shimmied out of his pants and traded them with you for the tiny shorts you’d been wearing. Groaning internally, Steve pulled them up his legs and knew immediately that he looked ridiculous. They barely fit over his thighs, and his ass was nearly hanging out. It was bordering on completely inappropriate to be wearing in public; he might as well just be wearing his boxers with how little it left to the imagination. “These do not fit.”

Just then, you stumbled forward as you tried to get Steve’s baseball pants on, hand catching on his chest for the second time that evening. His hand shot out as if on instinct, grasping at the bare skin of your hip to steady you, even though there wasn’t really any place for you to go. You were giggling like a maniac, breathless as you murmured a thanks and pulled the pants up all the way. It was only as you buttoned the pants that you realized your shirt had dropped on the ground, and you grabbed it, shoving it into his hands, failing at your horrible attempt to avoid looking at his bare chest, “Last one!”

Steve stared at the fabric in his hands skeptically; the shirt was already short on you, there was no way this wasn’t going to be the most extreme crop top anyone had ever seen on him, “I don’t wanna rip it!”

“You won’t!” you reassured him, “‘s okay if you do, anyway. ‘M never gonna wear it again.”

Letting out what was possibly the most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard, Steve pulled your shirt over his head. The fabric stretched around his arms and chest, the hem falling just below his pecs. His entire stomach was exposed, and while it wasn’t exactly what he’d prepared for that night, the smile on your face in the dark made it worth it. 

As your hand reached for the doorknob, Steve realized you were missing one last piece of his costume, “Wait! Can't forget this.” He lifted his hat off of his head and placed it on yours carefully, running his hand through his hair, “Okay, we’re good.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he placed his hat on your head, and you nearly dropped everything to kiss him then and there, but the sound of someone laughing outside the door caught your attention. You gave Steve a grin and then pushed the door open, nearly falling over yourself as you shouted, “We’re done! Did we win?!”

Steve’s hand was at your hip again to steady you as he followed you out. He finally felt like he could breathe again. The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but it felt like he’d spent a lifetime in the closet with you. So close, but so far. 

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, Steve missed everything you and Robin were discussing, until there was a loud wolf whistle from someone else in the group, “Damn, Harrington! Who knew you had all that ass!”

 Without even glancing in the direction of the noise, Steve knew who it was. He flipped his middle finger up but grinned at his friend, “Fuck off, Munson!”

You let out a laugh as you turned to Steve to say something, but you felt like all of the air had been sucked out of your lungs when you finally properly saw Steve. It’d been too dark in the closet to really see what your clothes looked like on Steve, so you were surprised to see how little of your costume actually covered him. His biceps, stomach, and legs were on full display, and somehow, it still wasn’t enough. Your eyes caught on his arms, the small moles and freckles that covered his stomach, and then, the trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of the much-too-short shorts. 

Robin, who was standing next to you, nudged your shoulder, a smirk evident on her face. Her plan was working. You were short-circuiting. Even though your head was feeling less fuzzy due to the alcohol, you might as well have been drunk on Steve. You watched for a few seconds as he found space on the couch to sit down, his cheeks flushed a light pink, and then turned to your friend. 

“Robin!” you hissed her name, grabbing at her elbow to pull her closer to you. You gave her the most menacing glare you could muster, but before you could say anything else, she let out a low giggle. 

She looked quite pleased with herself, leaning in and whispering loudly, “Did anything happen in there?” 

“No! How would that even be possible?” you asked, laughing a little yourself at her ridiculousness. 

“Dunno, but a girl’s gotta try. Still have the rest of the night to make something happen.” 

As much as you didn’t want to give in to Robin’s hand, you were starting to realize that if she was trying this hard to get something to happen between you and Steve, it probably meant that Steve felt something for you too. You narrowed your eyes at her and then huffed, all but stomping away in search of Steve. If something was going to happen, it had to happen before you lost the confidence. 

He was still sitting on the couch, chatting with Eddie, but quickly looked up as you walked over, eyebrows furrowed in concern at your seriousness, “Are you okay?”

“Will you come with me?” you asked instead of answering his question, holding your hand out to him. 

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, still confused, but took your hand in his and stood up, allowing you to lead him away. You weaved in and out of people, trudging up the stairs to find a quieter place to talk. 

When you finally found an empty bathroom, you flicked on the lights and pulled Steve inside, shutting and locking the door behind you so no one would bother you. The music from downstairs had quieted to a dull thud and suddenly the idea of confessing your feelings felt much more daunting in the harsh light of the bathroom. You quickly turned away from Steve to try to take a deep breath, wringing your hands. Steve watched in concern, reaching a hand out to rest on your forearm gently, “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? Did something happen?” 

You were just going to have to go for it. Turning around quickly to face him again, you started rambling, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I think I just have to jump into the fucking deep end and say it. Especially since Robin’s getting on my nerves with all of the scheming and smug smiles, which I’m sure you’ve noticed, but if I’m reading this wrong, I’m really sorry, we can just pretend it never happened, and–”

“Say what, babe?” Steve interrupted, shaking his head which caused his hair to bounce slightly, “You’re worrying me.” 

“I really like you, Steve. A lot.”

It was silent for a moment, and you couldn’t tell what Steve was thinking with the way he was staring at you so intently, nearly scrutinizing. Your heart began pounding in your chest, worried that you had read the entire situation wrong. His arms crossed over his chest and he let out a soft sigh, “You’re drunk.” 

“I’m not!” you insisted quickly, shaking your head vehemently, “Maybe the tiniest bit tipsy, but mostly sober, I swear. I’m– I’m serious, Steve. I just… I thought maybe Robin had a point? And honestly, you look so fucking good in those shorts, and I–”

You were cut off as Steve surged forward, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, the other grabbing at your hip to pull your body into his. Before you could process what was happening, Steve’s lips were on yours and he was kissing you desperately. Your hands struggled to find purchase as they landed on his shoulders and you kissed him back, hardly able to believe that this was actually happening. That you were kissing Steve. But just as soon as you’d started to wrap your head around it, Steve pulled back, eyes wide, chest heaving. 

“You don’t…” he stopped himself and shook his head as he looked down at the floor for a moment before looking up to you, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. How long I’ve liked you.”  His hand that had grabbed at your side flattened as he smoothed over the fabric of the baseball pants, his gaze dropping down to the floor again bashfully. 

“Are you drunk?” you asked in disbelief. 

Steve laughed, a soft and amused sound, as he shook his head and repeated your earlier sentiment, “No. Just barely tipsy, almost completely sober. I feel sober now.” 

The kiss had sobered you up, too. Your hands slid down from his shoulders, palms resting flat against his chest as you tilted your head up so you could see him clearly. You could count each individual eyelash if you wanted. Count each and every freckle on his face. But all you really wanted was to kiss him. 

Your lips met his again as you pushed your chin up, fingers curling into the fabric of the shirt as Steve sighed into your mouth. Both of his hands dropped to your waist, pressing against your body gently until the small of your back bumped into the counter behind you. He squeezed your waist again as he murmured against your lips, “Up.” 

You jumped just enough as he helped to lift you onto the counter. His palms grasped at your thighs, fingers digging into the softness there as he stepped into the space between your legs. Once his lips were back on yours, his hands dropped down to your ass and pulled you forward on the counter easily. The feeling made you gasp; your shorts on him left little to the imagination with how you were pressed against him, “Steve.” Your own hands slid down from where they were resting against his chest and pushed against the soft lines of his abdomen, feeling up towards the tiny shirt on him.

“Mm?” he hummed, distracted by the feeling of your hands on his skin. His lips trailed along your jaw, nipping at your skin softly. 

“Want you,” you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the feeling of his lips on your neck. 

This caught Steve’s attention and his eyes lit up at your admission, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, cheeks filling with heat as you recalled the moment earlier in the evening when Steve had licked the spilled punch off of his fingers, “Want… want your fingers.”  

“Shit, okay, babe. Just let me…” he trailed off as his fingers hooked into the waistband of the baseball pants. You lifted your hips to help, letting him drag the fabric down your legs and drop them to the floor. Steve’s eyes caught on the wet spot in the center of your underwear and he cursed softly as his hands slid back up your legs, thumbs sliding up the inside of your thighs. A smirk was growing on his lips, “Y’already so wet, baby.” 

You let out a soft huff of embarrassment, cheek pressing into your shoulder to ease the burn as you looked up at Steve, “You’re… you just… you look really fucking hot in basically a crop top and short shorts and then you’re kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before, and–”

“Relax, cutie. I got you,” Steve’s eyes softened, the pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of your panties. At the same time, the tip of his nose brushed down the length of yours before gently nudging up against yours until he caught your lips with his own. 

He kissed you a bit softer than he had before, murmuring as his fingers slipped under the hem of your panties, rubbing back and forth against the delicate skin, “Can I get rid of these?”

Instead of answering, you lifted your hips off of the counter again so Steve could pull the fabric off. It dangled off of your ankle for a moment before falling to the ground to join the pants. Steve’s hands were warm at your knees as he pushed your legs apart, but before he could properly touch you, you grabbed at his wrist, fingers circling around it carefully. He watched you in confusion, about to speak but quickly cut himself off when you finally did what you’d been wanting to do all evening. 

You pulled his hand up to your mouth, kissing his palm once before your tongue darted out to circle his middle and ring fingers. Steve’s jaw dropped open slightly, eyes somehow growing even wider as you took his fingers into your mouth, his breath hitching, “Jesus fucking christ, babe, I—” Your hand still wrapped around his wrist gave it a small tug, releasing his fingers from your lips with a small pop. “Fuckin’ hell, baby.”

Steve kissed you like it was his last chance, tugging at your lips and licking into your mouth, distracting you enough to let his hand drift back down to your center. You jolted forward, whining into his mouth as his spit-slick fingers traced up your center until his fingertip nudged into your clit. “Please, Stevie.”

“I got you, baby,” he replied softly, emphasizing his words with another circle over your clit. Then, as if reading your mind, he slipped two fingers into you, drawing quiet moans from the both of you. “Shit, you’re so tight.”

His words had you clenching around his fingers as you leaned back, pressing your palms into the cool countertops beneath you. Finally, he started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out of your cunt at a slow pace. “Steve, I need— oh, shit— I need more.”

Happy to oblige, Steve picked up the pace a bit, fingertips just grazing the spot that was going to make you see stars. Ever in tune with you and your body, he heard your soft whimper, and saw the way your fingers curled over the edge of the countertop, knuckles white with how tightly you were gripping it. He didn’t really have to ask, but did anyway, a knowing smirk settling over his lips, “Right there?”

“Ri-right there,” you repeated, voice breaking as you nodded frantically and rolled your hips against Steve’s hand. He curled his fingers inside of you and then he doubled down, fingertips repeatedly rubbing against the same spot that had you keening before. And when his thumb pressed to your clit, you nearly fell apart then and there.  

“C’mon, baby, know you’re close,” Steve muttered, rubbing his thumb over your clit again and again and again until you were clenching around him and falling over the edge with a loud moan of his name.

Your head fell back, thudding against the mirror on the wall behind you as you gasped for air, knocking Steve’s hat on your head off, chest heaving, “Fuck, Steve, I–” The words died in your throat as your eyes fluttered open, only to find Steve with his fingers halfway to his mouth. 

He paused for a moment but quickly took note of the way your breath hitched, eyes wide, and slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean for the second time that evening. You squirmed against the counter, trying to shuffle off of it as Steve hummed around his fingers and then pulled them from his lips, “Mm, y’taste so good, babe.” 

“Holy shit, Stevie,” you gasped as you stumbled off of the counter. 

Steve’s hands shot out, grabbing at your hips to steady you, “You okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied, nodding as your hands trailed down Steve’s chest. To prove your point, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your mouth to his. One of your hands curled into the tiny shirt as you kissed him, and the other slid down his chest and abdomen, brushing over the soft hair that disappeared under the waistband of the shorts. You paused, pulling your mouth from Steve’s to look up at him through your eyelashes, “Can I?”

“I— yeah,” Steve nodded hard, hair bouncing with the movement. He looked so pretty — prettier than normal — with his messy hair and wide hazel eyes, lips pink and shiny from your kissing. As he dipped back down to kiss you again, you slid your hand under the waistband of the shorts, but over his boxers. He groaned as you began palming him, and you nearly did as well. 

The shorts left very little to the imagination — you knew Steve was big, but feeling him hard in your hand was something completely different. You wanted him, and you weren’t sure you could wait much longer. Your fingers tugged at the shorts and his boxers, discarding them into the pile of your clothes, and you pressed a kiss to his hipbone as you straightened up again, “What… what do you want, Stevie?”

His chest heaved as your hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly while you waited for an answer. Steve felt like he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t function. Not when you were finally, finally touching him. He wanted to do so many things with you, but most of all, he wanted you. “Need to be inside you, baby, fuck.”

Your breath hitched a little at his admission and you nodded quickly, wanting whatever he wanted, “Okay. ‘M yours, Stevie.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he groaned, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips again to help you back onto the counter and pull you towards the edge. “Do you— um, I don’t have a condom, I—”

“‘S okay,” you shook your head quickly, leaning back into your hands as one of your legs hooked around Steve’s waist and pulled him in closer to you, “‘m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, eyes searching yours carefully. 

“Positive, Steve. I want you. Have for a long time.”

That was enough for Steve, and he shuffled forward, one hand resting against your waist while the other reached down to line himself up at your entrance. You sucked in a sharp breath as Steve pushed in slowly, your hands sliding into his hair at the back of his head. It was more of a stretch than you were used to, and it must have shown on your face because Steve’s hand left your hip and came up to cradle your cheek carefully, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth, “Okay?”

“Mhm,” you breathed out heavily, eyes flicking open to find Steve’s face centimeters from yours. His thumb rubbed soothingly over your cheekbone, back and forth a few times, and you nodded, “More, Steve.”

Steve nodded, pressing another soft kiss to your lips as he pushed forward again slowly, searching your face for any sign that you wanted to stop. And when he found none, he continued until his hips were flush with yours. His jaw clenched, fingers digging into your thigh that was around his waist, and hitched it higher up his side to push a bit deeper. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, dropping kisses to your shoulder. 

Your mind was racing, but with thoughts of only SteveSteveSteveSteve once again. Your senses were flooded with him; the smell of his cologne and sweat, the sound of his heavy breaths in your ear, the taste of his lips on yours, his hands on your body and his cock buried deep inside your cunt. With a gasping breath, you pulled Steve’s chest to yours, your other leg wrapping around his waist. “Ready. ‘M ready. You can move.” 

His hands slid under your arms and wrapped around your back to hold you against him as he began to move his hips slowly, “God, baby, you— fuck— you feel so good around me. So good for me, huh? Been wanting you like this forever.”

You rolled your hips into his as you all but sobbed his name, pressing your heels into the small of his back. He took the hint quickly and picked up the pace, the filthy sound of his skin smacking yours filling the small bathroom. Your hands searched over his shoulders and back, slipping underneath the shirt of yours that he was somehow still wearing, nails digging into his skin. 

Steve’s chin hooked over your shoulder, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind you. He looked just as fucked out as he felt; eyes and hair wild as he clung to you. What really got to him, though, was the sight of his last name sprawled across your back. Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally be his after all of this. Heart racing at the sight, he set a punishing pace, “Look so fuckin’ good in my clothes, sweetheart. You’re so… so fucking perfect.” 

“Steve— oh fuck— you feel so good. Gonna come soon, ‘m so close—” you were mumbling incoherently into Steve’s neck, trying your best to meet his thrusts, which became harder as one of his hands snaked down between the two of you to rub over your clit. You clenched around him again at the feeling, pulling the best noise you’d ever heard from the back of Steve’s throat. Your moan echoed his, completely oblivious to the fact that you were still at a party and that someone could probably hear you. 

“Gonna come for me, my pretty girl?”

My pretty girl. His and only his. It was enough for you to come undone, Steve’s name intertwined with the curses and filthy moans you couldn’t hold back. His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering against yours as he came, your name spilling from his lips in a way you wanted to hear again and again and again. 

Your chest heaved against his as you both tried to catch your breaths, and you left soft, open-mouthed kisses to the crook of his neck where you’d buried your face as you’d come. His hands were gentle as they pushed up your thighs and hips, around your back to slip under the shirt of his you were wearing. They were exceptionally warm, tracing over the curve of your spine as he pressed your body into his, voice soft at your ear as he murmured, “Are you okay?”

You let out a soft laugh as you kissed up Steve’s jaw, fingers slipping into the slightly damp hair at the nape of his neck, twisting a strand around your index finger, “‘M perfect, Steve. Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” he laughed, shaking his head in amusement, popping up from your shoulder to look into your eyes, “I’ve never been better. Meant what I said… been wanting you forever.” 

“Yeah?” you asked quietly, feeling bashful, like he wasn’t still inside of you.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, dipping his head down to press a soft peck to your lips. At the same time, his hands moved back down to your hips, holding you tightly as he finally pulled out. You winced slightly at the feeling, causing a soft apology to tumble from Steve’s lips, followed by another soft peck. 

It was quiet as you cleaned each other up as best as you could, stealing sweet kisses from the other more often than necessary. The sound of the music had finally come back into focus, and you realized that it wasn’t as loud as you’d remembered. Still, you’d do it all again, even though you weren't sure you could walk, and you knew your friends were going to give you shit for how long the two of you had disappeared. 

As you redressed, you finally swapped your clothes back, but just as you were about to give Steve the last piece of his costume — the jersey — he shook his head, cupping your cheek in his hand, tilting your head up, “You wear it. Looks better on you. And besides, need everyone to know you’re mine now.” 

You didn’t put up a fight, grinning and shrugging the jersey back over your shirt that Steve had definitely stretched out. Smoothing down your shirt, you held your hands out to your sides slightly, “Good?” 

Steve laughed again, reaching out to swipe a thumb under your eye in an attempt to remove some of the mascara that had smudged, “As good as it’s gonna get. And still perfect. Ready?”

Before he could open the door, you grabbed his hat off of the counter and brushed his hair back before placing it on his head, “For the sex hair. Oh, and Steve?”

“Yeah, cutie?” 

“Good game!” you giggled, slapping his ass before bolting out of the bathroom, leaving Steve to stare after you for a few moments with the biggest grin on his face. 

[appocalipse]

tell me again — steve harrington

this is for @sparklingsin 's spookinktober! ♥ my prompt is: "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" and somehow i turned this into angst + friends to lovers hehe ♥

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You're halfway between the door and the counter when you hear your name.

Instinctively, you stop. It's Steve. You peek around the shelves and see that he's talking on the phone, absently leaning over the counter, phone cord wrapped around his index finger.

“What about her?” he is saying. He frowns and breathes out a nervous laugh. You'd really like to know what the person on the other end of the line is saying. Steve shakes his head emphatically, though they obviously can't see it. “Oh no, of course not. She's nothing to me.“

A stake through the heart, it seems. A punch to the gut. You'd come to the conclusion that you and Steve were friends at the very least and two people harboring a mutual interest in trying something else at best, but it seems that in reality, you're worse than a stranger to him— nothing. She's nothing to me.

These words keep ringing in your ears. You'd like nothing more than to turn your heel and leave, but the tape in your hand needs to be returned, so you try the second best thing: finding Robin. However, this too fails. She must be in the storage room in the back…or maybe it’s her day off. You really don’t know.

You are many things. Coward is not one of them. It's especially easy to be brave when you're so angry. 

Steve is still in the middle of a conversation — no doubt with one of those gorgeous girls he hangs out with — when you emerge from behind the shelves and slam the tape on the counter. 

Shock, absolute shock blooms over his face — and then all the color drains from it, you realize, in a matter of seconds. 

“I just came to return this,” you say, chin lifted with a confidence you usually wouldn't be able to show. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Steve.”

He's lowering the phone, opening his mouth to say something, but you don't wait to hear. You ignore the guilt and regret on his face — perhaps more for getting caught than for saying those things in the first place, you think bitterly — and turn toward the door without waiting for an answer.

Experiencing something terribly similar to panic, Steve jumps over the counter rather than walking around it. “Y/N, I don't-”

He lands a little awkwardly on the other side but you're fast, faster in your rage, he notices, and the front door slams hard behind you long before he is anywhere near reaching it.

Robin appears from the back. Her face is a mixture of surprise and disapproval.

“Uh,” she mumbles, giving Steve a pointed look, a crooked smile. “That went well.”

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Someone is calling your name. 

Someone tall, unfairly handsome, and who has quite possibly the best hair in the world — someone you've been avoiding.

Steve Harrington. You don't have to turn around to know the voice belongs to him.

Ever loyal, Dustin starts to turn around to wait for him, but you turn him back around by the shoulders and keep walking. Steve is closer now.

“Y/N, c'mon,” he calls again, footsteps resounding against the concrete behind you.

You pick up your own pace — damn, you would have happily run down the road if you thought you could get away with it — but it's no use because Dustin suddenly decides to walk at the same speed as his neighbor, Mrs. Jones, does— and she is eighty years old. 

Dustin turns his head and you see his face, his expression; it's like staring at a big neon sign that says ‘guilty’. 

Understanding downs on you like a bucket of ice water. 

“Traitor!” you accuse, and are still staring at Dustin — who has the decency to look slightly regretful — when a warm hand closes around your elbow, making you jump.

“Can we talk? Please?” Steve asks. Begs.

You try to pull your arm back. It's useless. “I can't believe you told him I was here,” you say to Dustin, still refusing to engage in any kind of interaction with Steve.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Dustin smiles the kind of sweet smile he reserves to save himself from trouble and shrugs, looking from you to Steve with barely hidden delight. “I hate it when my babysitters fight.”

You're not really his babysitter anymore, although his mom still calls you to stay with him when she’s out for the night or something. You’re more friends than anything else.

You scoff, anyway. “He's not your babysitter,” you say pointedly, somewhat jealous. It's kind of ridiculous if you stop to think about it — so you don’t.

“And yet I'm the one who's always driving him around.”

On instinct, you turn your head to look at Steve, angling your chin up with fire in your eyes. 

“And which one of us gets paid?” you say.

You're too close, too defiant, and Steve feels dizzy, his traitorous eyes falling straight to your pouty lips, momentarily forgetting he's standing in front of a bunch of kids. Well, not exactly kids anymore, but…

“Oh, sweet lord,” Dustin rolls his eyes dramatically. His friends are calling out to him, already several steps ahead, and he makes a gesture with his hand asking them to wait. He then turns to you and says, “We'll wait for you in front of Mrs. Jones' house when we're done, okay? Byeee!”

“What- no! Dustin-”

Running, he looks over his shoulder and chuckles. “You better kiss and make up before we head home!”

He doesn't wait for an answer, knowing what it will be, and rushes down the sidewalk after Will, Lucas, and Mike, all wearing very detailed costumes. You make to follow them, all responsibility and focus, but Steve's hand slides from your elbow to your wrist and he holds on tight for a moment, your arm stretched between you and him.

“I can't let them go alone!” you say, putting some drama into your words to see if he wavers and lets you go.

He doesn’t.

“They do it on their own every year.”

Just because it's the truth doesn't mean you're going to let him think he's right. You haven't forgotten what Steve said before. You absolutely have not.

“You're just trying to avoid me,” he accuses.

“Well, I said I would take them trick or treating this year!” you argue. And it's a pretty weak argument, because they're all teenagers now and nothing violent has happened in Hawkins for a long time.

Steve thinks you're not as invested in Halloween as you'd like him to believe. He's seen you wearing that black dress before (he's not complaining) and these knee-high boots too (definitely not complaining), so probably the only thing you bought specifically for tonight is the pointy hat you’re using. You're a witch, a pretty one at that, but little effort was put into it.

“What do you care?”

Steve doesn't let go of your hand, but he’s not holding it tightly either; your brain doesn't register that your body can run away, though. 

Maybe you don't want to.

“I heard you say,” you add, “and I quote, 'she's nothing to me’.”

“I didn't mean it!”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I-” he opens his mouth, closes it, not sure what to say. Your hand slips from his and you turn around to keep walking. Steve holds it again. “Wait! Please, just…don't go. Let me explain?”

You snort. It's a bad idea. A smarter person would take that as the perfect excuse to smother any feelings for this boy blooming in their chest.

You open the candy bar in your hand — your favorite, which Dustin gave you about ten minutes ago, and say, “You have until I finish eating this.” 

And starts eating at an impressive speed. 

Steve watches for a moment before realizing that his time is very, very short and decreasing by the second. 

“Y/N, I- I didn't mean what I said about you. I was just-” half of the candy bar, you’ve already eaten half of the candy bar, he thinks, bewildered. “Just…what can I do to make this right? Please- just tell me. I want to fix this. Just-”

Just, just, just. You’re nearly finished eating and you're barely looking at him, barely interested in listening to whatever he has to say. Steve squeezes your free hand and tries to find your eyes and he's losing his mind and…

He grabs the candy bar and holds it behind him, arms stretched, frustration and desperation clear in his warm brown eyes as they find yours.

“Steve!” you chide.

“Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?!”

Your body moves before your mind can process. You step forward as Steve steps back, keeping the candy bar safe behind him when you reach for it, at first just on instinct, then with enthusiasm, once, twice. Hopeless attempts, really, but you don't have it in yourself to give up easily.

That is until you, already up on tiptoe and desperately reaching for the candy Steve is deftly holding over his head, feel his breath on your face. A second — you’re unarmed. He senses the closeness before you do, of course, and it doesn't go unnoticed that you are the one who put the two of you in this situation in the first place.

His eyes are already on yours when you finally avert yours from the candy you’re trying to retrieve. His pupils are blown, his lips parted. Close, very close. You swallow hard and neither of you pulls away, although probably — says the voice of reason in your head — you should have.

In the end, the words come out of your mouth almost without permission, almost on their own. “You really didn't mean it?” 

You certainly look more vulnerable than you'd like.

“Of course not,” Steve says quickly, and there's the faintest trace of hurt behind his eyes as he does. “Of course I wouldn't- I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well,” you say, smiling the saddest smile he’s ever seen on you, “you did. You really fucking did.”

You don't notice when you lower your arm, giving up on retrieving the candy bar altogether. You don’t think he notices either, even though Steve lowers his own arm. But both of you definitely notice when his hand touches your cheek, gentle, warm. It's more of a reflex; no time for hesitation, for thinking about what he’s doing.

I'm sorry, this touch means.

But you close your eyes tightly, almost as if you're in physical pain, and take a very long step back, shaking your head.  For a long moment, Steve hates himself, hates the way he’s making you feel. His hand stays where you left it for a little longer, between you and him, seeming awfully empty, awfully cold.

It surprises both of you when you're the one who speaks again.

“Why did you say that?” you question without looking him in the eyes. The fear of the answer is smaller than the frustration of not knowing.

Steve shifts his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

“Because- because Heidi was jealous of you, okay?” he says. 

Heidi, the wannabe supermodel he's been seeing lately. You give a particularly bitter laugh and look away for a brief moment. You can't believe it. That’s his excuse?

“What was I supposed to say?” 

"The truth!" you're not proud that you raise your voice even though you're not really yelling. There's anger, fear, frustration, things beyond your control burning in your throat. “You could have told her the fucking truth, Steve!”

“Oh, really?” Steve raises both eyebrows, ironic. "I was supposed to tell Heidi that since we met you've been the only damn thing on my mind?" He steps forward and you don't step back, caught into some sort of hypnosis, a connection you can't break even when he gets close enough to be too close. “That she has every right to be jealous of you because every time you walk into the room I don't have eyes for anyone else?"

Your heart is doing all sorts of things inside your chest. “What do you-”

“- that I'm head over heels for you… pathetically so?” he chuckles a bitter sound, though it's entirely true, then gazes at the ground when his ever-reliable self-confidence finally wavers in your silence. “Yeah, well… I thought it'd be better if I lied to her too, so I did.”

Your chest rises and falls like you've run just run a marathon. Thump, thump, thump. And then you look at him. Just…look at him. 

“You're an idiot,” you say. But your voice is soft, the way you speak feels more like a hug than an attempt to push him away, an invitation disguised as a tease.

He lifts his eyes to yours, tests the waters.

“I think so,” he whispers after a moment. Because he really is. And this close to you, he feels sillier by the second. He mumbles your name and you lift your chin as if to say 'huh?'

She's going to kill me, he thinks. One of these days. Today. 

He can almost feel the intimacy from before that day on Family Video, that comfortable feeling that always existed between you, the warm smiles and the curious looks; everything coming back. But there's also something new now, something he tried to build with all those words he’d confessed moments ago.

Steve tries not to make anything fall apart when he asks, “Do you forgive me?”

“Um…” you pretend to think deeply. “...maybe.”

“Alrigh,” he says, catching the glimpse of a smile on your face. And then… “Alright.”

And there, right in the middle of the street, on Halloween night, Steve gets on his knees. Yes, the street is deserted now — there aren't any kids around at the moment, but people in their houses might see a strange scene if they were to look out the window now; a boy on his knees in front of a witch.

He drops what's left of your candy on the floor and you cover your mouth with your hand, stifling a laugh you can barely hide. “Steve! Stop it! Get up. You’ll get your pants dirty.”

“Who cares?” he says, beaming up at you. “I'm humbly begging for your forgiveness.”

“This is ridiculous.”

He smiles and doesn't say anything, and before you know what you’re doing, your hand rests on his face. But Steve doesn't pull away; he leans into your touch and you hold your breath for a moment. 

“You're smiling, though,” he points out. 

You can't help it. 

“Do you really…” His skin is warm under your fingers and you’re momentarily unsure whether to ask what you want to know, thinking that maybe you're pushing your luck, that you should be glad you've heard him say it once, that he might change his mind. …

Steve turns his face and kisses the palm of your hand. "What?" he asks softly.

“Do you really think of me in that way?” you finally ask, now without looking at him. “Or are you just… trying to make up for what you said that day? Because if you are, you don’t h-”

Instead of answering, he stands up, wipes his knees as best as he can (not very well) and offers his hand, palm up. 

“C'mon.”

You take it. His hand in yours feels right, and you let him guide you towards a large tree by the side of the road, big enough to hide you from view.

“Soooo…you’ll kill me now?”

It's a bad excuse of a joke, a terrible attempt at easing the tension. He smiles anyway.

"Actually," Steve brings your clasped hands to his lips and kisses the back of yours tenderly. "I was thinking about kissing you."

You must be a sight — cheeks warm, eyes wide. A mess inside, a mess outside.

"You didn’t answer the question."

“I'm not going to kill you now, Y/N.”

“ No, before that…you didn’t answer."

“I know,” Steve says. "Here’s my answer."

Then he holds your head in both hands and kisses you, and something comes alive in your chest. It's slow at first, slower than you'd imagined a kiss with Steve Harrington would be, and ten times, a hundred times, better, sweeter, kinder. Your pointy hat falls from your head and you couldn't care less.

Steve takes his time. You taste like chocolate, smell like spring and he kisses, kisses, kisses, walking you backwards until you're pressed up against the tree and smiling against his mouth. You giggle when he redirects his kisses to your left cheek and hold back a moan when his mouth finds the soft skin just below your ear, nibbling gently.

"Does this answer your question?" he says against your skin.

“I, uh, don’t know, Steve,” he bites your neck lightly, then presses his lips on the spot. You sigh happily and say, “I think I need you to tell me again.”

He would be happy to tell you a thousand times more.

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gotcha

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve spend every holiday together. this halloween is the most memorable, though. using the prompt “i bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight”

word count: 3.7k

warnings: loads of fluff, friends to lovers shenanigans, a haunted house, and a kiss!

a/n: this is for the lovely @sparklingsin spookinktober and i hope u guys like it!!!! baby’s first writing challenge :,)

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You were a fan of tradition. Especially if Steve was involved.

He knows that you love any holiday, that you look forward to them months in advance. What he doesn’t know is that that’s because of him. Your best friend, your person, the boy you love.

You have yet to tell him that last one.

The two of you did something for every holiday; Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, The Fourth of July. Name the occasion, you and Steve had a tradition. Even now, as the October wind bites your skin, a chill only cured by the warmth of Steve beside you, you’re spending Halloween with him.

It originally started when he was somehow roped into becoming some sort of babysitter for Dustin, Will, Lucas, and the rest of them. And, because you went where he went, you were a babysitter then, too. They’d begged for you guys to take them trick or treating, saying that everyone else was busy when you knew it was just because they knew Steve could never say no to them.

No matter how much he wanted to.

The kids had done their research and found the best houses to trick or treat at, the best candy to receive. You and Steve were only there to chauffer and to give their parents peace of mind. It had gone on for years. Until now, that is.

When you and Steve asked them what the plan was, they all met you with blank stares. “We’re too old for that now,” Dustin said like it was obvious.

“Yeah. We’re in high school, come on,” Mike added.

And that was that. You and Steve were forced to create a new tradition. One that was just you and him and Halloween. As much as you loved those kids, you’d never complain about time alone with Steve. Never.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve felt the exact same way. His feelings might’ve been even stronger. He was completely taken by you, had been for years. It seemed like every single person in Hawkins knew it except you.

You were there for him, with him, through everything. Through the fallout with Nancy and his ex-friends (who you hated, but you knew who Steve really was without them, so you stuck around). Through school and his parents’ absence. Through his failure to get into college and the expectations of his father.

Everything.

You were the one constant in his life. Never-changing, forever his favorite person.

You managed to talk him into doing a couple’s costume with you, despite your status remaining as ‘just friends.’ You were a lover of musicals and it was easy to convince Steve to be the Danny to your Sandy. The outfits you chose were those from the end of the movie, your legs wrapped in leather pants and hair done using Steve’s Farrah Fawcett spray. His secret weapon only you, and now Dustin, know about.

The two of you walked together around Hawkins, admiring costumes and each other. You had Steve’s old letterman jacket on your shoulders. You’d argued that it wasn’t part of the costume, he told you it was cold. Which was true. Plus, it smelled like him, so you put it on.

“I bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight, Stevie,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Without fail, every Halloween, he would, in fact, manage to scare you. He had to get creative with it sometimes, involving some of the kids or bribing a random passerby. It was a challenge for him and for you. He wanted to win for the sole purpose of consoling you after your fright.

Hugs and pecks to your forehead. Any type of affection he could give you without raising suspicion, he would find a way to do so.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“You say that every year,” he says, moving to walk backwards in front of you so you’re face to face. “And I always win, baby.”

Though he used the nickname plenty, its effect never lessened, never shrunk.

“This year’s different.”

“You say that every year, too.” He falls into step beside you again.

“Shut up,” you say, though you don’t mean it. The smile on your face is telling enough.

Your hands brush in between you. Neither of you make the move to hold the other’s.

As you walk in the thick of town, the busiest street booming with kids and parents and families, Steve can’t stop imagining a future with you. He sees a mom and dad holding their son’s hands, swinging him as they walk, he thinks of you and him and every what if.

What if he told you he was in love with you, what if you loved him back. What if he kissed you, what if he made you his girl, officially. What if, what if, what if.

Steve doesn’t like to think about the future, but he can’t help it when you’re around. For him, you’ll always be a part of what’s to come. His constant, his favorite.

You hold his attention in a vice grip whenever you’re around him, often even when you aren’t, and you have no idea.

That attention shifts, however, when you stop walking and grab his arm so he does, too. He looks at your face, looking for what might be wrong but you aren’t looking at him, you’re looking just ahead, where a little girl in a princess costume stands alone.

You stopped Steve because you didn’t want to just walk past her, and you also wanted to figure out what exactly to do. He was quicker, though, and stepped towards her slowly.

“Hey, sweetie,” he approaches her with gentleness and the warmest smile. “Are you lost?”

The little girl blinks at him where he’s now crouched down to be at her level, her eyes watery. “Yes. Can’t find mom.”

As if her saying it out loud scared her, she started to cry fully. You squat next to Steve, sending the girl a reassuring smile though she seems quite content ignoring you in favor of the boy beside you. You can't blame her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says. “We’ll find her, don’t you worry.”

“What’s your name?” You ask her.

“Maggie,” she sniffles.

“Maggie! A name fit for a princess, huh?” Steve turns up his enthusiasm to a hundred. It seems to work when Maggie’s tears slow and a shy smile spreads on her face. “Which way did you come from?”

She points, and you and Steve both stand, offering her a hand each and she takes them.

Steve thinks of the family he saw earlier. He thinks there’s nobody else he’d want with him at that moment other than you.

It’s not long before you spot a frantic woman calling Maggie’s name, and she seems to see you at the same time, relief clear on her face.

“Oh my gosh!” She scoops her daughter up, “where did you go?”

“Not far, found her wandering just over there,” Steve says, gesturing in the direction you came from.

“Thank you guys so much.”

“No worries,” he smiles. “Bye, princess Maggie.”

She laughs and gives him a small wave as her mother carries her off. You watch the interaction with your heart on fire. You knew he was good with kids, of course you did, but you’d never seen him around them that young.

“You’re gonna be a great dad one day,” you can’t stop yourself from saying it. You wholeheartedly believe it.

He can’t explain to you what that comment did to him, what it means. His heart is soaring in his chest and he thinks his vision around you has a glow, an aura strong enough to see. He’s always wanted a family, but he’s terrified of turning out as shitty a parent as the ones he grew up with.

“You really think so, baby?” His gaze is fixed on you even as you walk.

“Are you kidding? You’ll be the best. I just caught a glimpse of it now, Stevie.”

Now, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand the next time they brush. He lets his fingers slip between yours, the bumps of your knuckles fit with his like they were built for each other. He gives your hand a squeeze.

You cast your eyes away, shy under his attention. You squeeze his hand back, though.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence. The two of you are comfortable enough with each other to bathe in the company like you would sunlight, to not fill the quiet spaces constantly.

“Well, you said you wanted to be scared,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “So, a haunted house!”

“How scary can a haunted house in Hawkins be?”

“Let’s go find out, baby.”

Your hands are intertwined for the rest of the walk, and you hoped he wouldn't ever let go. You think this Halloween is just a little different, a shift between you and Steve that neither of you acknowledge, but it's there.

It’s a whisper of something more. The lingering touches and soft smiles. The eye contact that lasts just a bit longer than usual.

The space between you is filled with light conversation. It’s easy, it flows naturally. You're certain that has everything to do with Steve.

His focus is always on you when you speak, an excellent listener. He nods or hums along when you tell stories, he smiles encouragingly if he thinks you need it. He looks at you with those brown eyes of his and it’s enough to bring a warmth to your chest. It spreads throughout your whole body.

Steve could listen to you talk for ages. It’s why he calls you so often, the late night ones help him fall asleep. He’ll ask you to read anything to him from whatever book you’re reading to takeout menus. He thinks he makes it pretty obvious that he’s in love with you, but you have no idea.

He doesn't realize that he’s also clueless to how you feel towards him. You’re both too wrapped up in how overwhelming everything is to notice. Overwhelming in a good way. The way that you notice every single tiny thing about each other and you don’t let it go.

You both have sections of your brains reserved for the other. It’s a closet overflowing with memories instead of clothes.

When the haunted house—which is really just the town hall with decorations all over it—is in sight, Steve looks at you and starts making ghost noises. Dork, you think.

“You scared yet, baby?” He asks, leading you up to the ticket vendor, letting go of your hand to buy the tickets and grabbing it as soon as he’s done.

“Oh, for sure,” the sarcasm is evident in your voice. “Shaking in my boots.”

“You can joke for now, but we both know you’ll be hiding behind me as soon as we get in there.” He says, though he rather likes protecting you.

You know he’s right, so does he, so you just send him a smile, a shrug, and walk up to the entrance with him in tow.

He hands your tickets to the doorman, who’s in an actual doorman uniform and zombie makeup, and steps inside first.

It’s mostly dark in the first room, and Steve smiles to himself when he feels your grip on his hand tighten just a smidge. When your free hand wraps around his arm so that you can hide behind his shoulder. Just like he said you would.

The lights flicker enough to illuminate the path you're meant to take. Cobwebs line the walls and eerie music plays, sound effects of screams and monsters and such layered over a spooky backing track.

The first scare happens when you walk past the couch, someone dressed as yet another undead creature jumping out from behind it. It’s enough to make you let out a curse and Steve just laughs. It’s hard for him to be scared when you’re being so cute. Clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Aw, baby,” he coos as you enter the next room. “Scared yet?”

“Nope!” Your voice is higher pitched than normal, the word clipped. “I just love people jumping out at me and yelling in my face, Stevie! It’s my favorite.”

Okay, so maybe you’re a bit scared. And maybe you’re also playing it up just so you can hold on to Steve the way you are. So you’re close enough to smell his soap and his cologne. Something woodsy, something fresh, a hint of something sweet.

You know that Steve won’t settle for ‘just a little’ scared, that he likes to win this little challenge of yours in a very sure way. One that usually ends with a sleepover and a cuddle. He has yet to tell you that that’s his favorite prize. Not the bragging rights, not the sense of victory, just you.

He lets you tighten your grip on him as he leads you deeper into the house. The lighting never gets any better, Steve having to put the arm that you aren’t clinging to out in front of him to make sure he won’t run into anything.

Steve has always been your favorite partner for, well, anything. You think it reigns true for haunted houses just as much. He lets you grip his arm tighter after every scare, your fingernails no doubt leaving crescents indented in his skin. He checks in with you every minute, it seems, making sure you’re okay under the guise of asking that same, “you scared?”

His heart is racing and it’s not because of the jump scares—okay, maybe it partially is—it’s mainly due to your proximity. You're practically squished against his arm and despite being in a haunted house of all places he feels completely surrounded by all things you. Mind, body, and soul.

You’re finally nearing the exit after what feels like hours when you’re sure it’s only been about 20 minutes. Being around Steve has a way of messing up your perception of time, like he controls it. It speeds and slows under his command.

It’s a dark hallway, paintings lining the walls and the wallpaper peeling at the edges. You’ve made it this far without actually screaming, only letting out cusses or telling off the workers in a way that makes Steve laugh every time.

That is, until one of the paintings pops open, right before the exit, and someone jumps out of it.

This time, you scream. You hide behind Steve’s shoulder muttering something along the lines of ‘stupid fucking fake painting.’

When you’re finally outside, spat out the back end of the haunted house, you think you could collapse from how tense you were in there, always anticipating something. You figure Steve’s done with his scaring so you let your guard down.

“Holy shit, that last one really got you, huh baby?” He’s laughing as he says it and you want to both kiss him and slap him for it.

“Shut up! I thought it was over, jerk.”

“I know, I know. C’mere, give Stevie a hug,” he may be teasing you, but you fall into his embrace anyways.

“You’re a meanie. Can’t even let me win one time,” you say, or mumble, more like. Because your cheek is squished against Steve’s chest.

“You know me. Always number one.”

“Do I need to bring up the fact that the Tigers only went to the championship after you graduated?”

“Annnd there goes the moment, you ruined it.” He pulls away from the hug as you laugh, but reaches for your hand. You let him hold it again.

The walk home is more peaceful than the way there. No lost children, the streets are much more empty now as the time has passed.

As always, you and Steve fill the gaps of silence with conversation that comes far too easily. It flows from the both of you so naturally and you know how rare that is. To find someone who makes you feel a hundred percent yourself, no secrets. Besides the fact that you’re in love with him, that is.

“Your shoelace is undone,” you point out.

“‘S fine, we’re not far.”

“You might trip and get hurt, Stevie. Tie it?”

He gives you a look that says ‘really?’

“Please?” You add.

And, well, he can’t say no to you. So, even if he can see his house not too far away, most likely empty and awaiting the both of you, he pauses his steps and bends down to tie his goddamn shoelace.

You’re turned toward him when he stands, and your faces are close, closer than friends should have their faces. He can see every detail and he’s sure you can, too. He can see how pretty you are, how pretty you’ve always been, there in the glow of moonlight and street lamps.

He’s looking at you and he’s sure his feelings are practically spilling out of him with how he sees you and he thinks, how doesn’t she know? How can’t she tell that I love her? Isn’t it written all over my face?

And the answer is yes. Yes, it is. It’s in his eyes and his brows, how they soften and relax when he looks at you. It’s in his lips and his smile, how it widens anytime he’s with you. You can feel the air shift, like something has just clicked and fallen into place. Right now is one of the first times you’ve let yourself think that maybe he does love you, too. Maybe.

But how could someone like him—someone so full of sunshine it burns—ever feel that way about someone as regular as you.

And now you’re inspecting his face far too closely, and Steve thinks you’re going to find out right then that he loves you and as much as he wants that to happen, he’s also scared. Terrified, even. So, he panics.

He slinks off into the trees as soon as you look away long enough, giving you some crap distraction of ‘the most amazing costume he’d ever seen!’

When you turn back around to say something, to give him a light slap on the arm for tricking you, he isn’t there.

You glance around, spinning around in your spot to try and find him. You’re confused because how on earth did he manage to hide so quickly? And why? You were sure something was happening just then until he distracted you.

“Steve?” You call. “You can stop now, you got me!”

The air feels colder without him next to you, you notice. And it’s getting late and the darkness swallows more of the world as time passes, the streetlights the only thing illuminating your path.

“Seriously, Steve. I’m real scared!”

Before you can yell for him again, footsteps come up behind you, a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You scream until you hear that laugh behind you, his laugh.

“You idiot!” You spin in his grasp and push his chest lightly.

“Gotcha, baby.”

He smiles at you and all of a sudden you aren’t angry with him at all. He can scare you all he wants if it means he’ll smile at you like that. Like you’re all he sees. His arms are still around your waist, even though you’re facing him now.

You pout at him, trying to recover from your hazy, lovesick observing, “you already won. That was so unnecessary, Stevie.”

He thinks you look really cute right now, cute enough to kiss and he almost feels bad for scaring you again. Almost. He doesn’t, though, because it ended with his arms around you and your eyes locked on his.

He hates that he panicked a couple minutes ago, but he thinks that he can redeem himself. Maybe now.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you’re pouty, though,” he says, though his grin tells you he isn’t all that sorry.

“Such a meanie.”

His hands shift upwards, over your shoulders, up your neck until he’s cradling your face in his hands. They leave a blazing trail behind, your skin scorched in the best way.

By the placement of his hands, the way he leans in a tad closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. His forehead falls against yours.

“Can I?” He asks, and he’s staring at your lips and you know exactly what he’s asking. You nod, barely a full bob of your head completed before he leans in and does it.

He kisses you.

It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding, a missing piece in you being filled by his lips on yours. A click, everything falling into place. It’s you and Steve in exactly the way you’re meant to be and even though neither of you have said it, you know it’s the promise of something more.

His lips are soft, but his kiss is strong, full of the things he hasn’t been able to say for so long. He’s sure in his movements, his tongue licking against your bottom lip to open you up for him. You do so easily, and you think it’s the most perfect kiss anyone could ask for.

Your heart’s not racing from being afraid anymore. No, that has everything to do with the overwhelming feeling of Steve actually kissing you.

He pulls away when he can feel your breathing get heavier, your chest rise and fall against him. He doesn’t go far, just enough so he can look at your face. So you can look at his.

You’re both fully aware that it means something, that it implies a word that starts with ‘L’ and ends with ‘ove.’

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” he says, breathless and way too pretty.

“Me too.”

“Fuck, seriously? You’re telling me we could’ve been kissing for years?”

“Stevie,” you laugh. “It’s okay, we’ve got years ahead, too.”

“You saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If you think I’m saying I love you, then yeah. I am.”

The smile that splits his face is devastating. Boyish and relieved as if he didn’t know for sure what you’d say. He kisses you again, quick but full of emotion just like the one before.

“I love you, baby. Like, a crazy amount.”

Halloween might not have been your favorite holiday beforehand, but it certainly is now. It marks a new beginning, it marks the day you and Steve kissed for the first time. Your story expanding, a new chapter.

“That’s three wins in a night for me.”

“What?”

“Scared you twice: two wins. You love me: another win.”

“Idiot,” you say, though the word has no conviction. You say it as if it’s an endearment.

His constant, his favorite. And you love him back.

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scare me, baby

this is for @sparklingsin 's spookinktober with the following prompts: "I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." + Halloween party so. it's basically just halloween party smut. fem!reader, 18+, 2.3k

Steve's hand is warm on your back as you enter the house party. There are pumpkin lights strung haphazardly throughout the open space and plenty of people in costume with drinks in hand. A quick sweep confirms what you had been talking about in the car over.

"See, Steve?" you say near his ear. "No one is dressed like us!" He pulls his sunglasses from his blue jacket pocket and slides them on, completing his look. Leopard print vest over a white shirt and slacks to your dark shorts, fringe jacket, and cowboy boots: Ferris Bueller and Sloane Peterson.

"No one in this town has any taste," he says. "I know right now we're best dressed." You shimmy a little, the fabric of your jacket swaying. The boots aren't exactly right for the costume but Steve loves these on you. He makes to drag you to the punch bowl but you stop him.

"C'mere," you say, and he leans over, his ear to your mouth. "I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know." You kiss him on the cheek before darting into the crowd to find Robin. She's munching on some pretzels watching Eddie roll a joint when you find her. And she's dressed as...Robin.

"Where's your Batman?" you ask her, pulling her in for a hug. "And where's your costume, Eddie?"

"I'm a drug dealer," he grins.

"And I don't need a Batman," says Robin. "Did you bring Steve?" You glance around and find him chatting up some of your other friends but he looks up right away. You wink.

The night continues, you joking and sipping on a drink that's mostly ice and you feel your boyfriend's eyes on you the whole time. And then you play beer pong. It's you and Robin versus Eddie and Jonathan, and the others are significantly drunker than you. So much so that you have to chase the ball that Eddie throws, bending over to reach for it as it rolls under an end table.

You're about to turn back around triumphantly when you feel gentle hands on your hips. Hands you know.

"Steve?" you say. You figured he'd come over at some point, but not like this. His pupils are dark and he's smirking.

"Wanna let someone else play?" he says. You raise your eyebrows at him but allow it, tossing the ball back towards the table and telling them you'll be back later. Steve grabs your hand and starts to tug you through the house, up a flight of stairs and down a hallway.

"What's up with you?" you ask him, squeezing his hand. "You okay?" He stops and looks around and sees no one lingering, so he doesn't bother to lean close.

"You're not wearing any underwear and it's all I can think about." Steve opens a door behind him and tugs you into...

A bathroom. He shuts the door and locks it, flicking on the lights. He's handsome in the brightness, cheeks red and hair mused, sunglasses tucked into the front of his shirt. Now that you're alone he seems to soften, his intensity molding into shy fondness all directed at you. "You look really pretty tonight," he says. The music is loud enough that you can hear its hum, the laughter of the partygoers faint through the floor.

You laugh and lean in to kiss him sweetly. He chases your lips when you pull away but you stop him with a hand on his chest. "Steve," you say. "Do you want to fuck in the bathroom?"

His eyes go wide and he grins. "You fucking bet I do." He pulls you back in, one hand squeezing your ass in your back pocket and the other tangling in your hair. He licks into your mouth lazily, like he suddenly has all the time in the world despite his rush to get you in here.  You cradle his jaw, palms feeling the beginnings of stubble on his skin as you kiss.

Steve pulls away and you wine."I think Ferris and Sloane would totally do what we're doing," he says, lips swollen. You can tell that he's proud of his joke.

"Aren't you chatty," you reply, shucking off your fringe jacket. His hands tug at the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms as he pulls it off. The bathroom is a little cold as you stand there in your bra and shorts and boots. Steve's gaze is intense, hot, and you fight the urge to cross your arms. No matter how many times he sees you like this you still feel a little shy.

"Why are those boots so hot," he mutters. He pulls off his own sweater and shirt and you laugh.

"That's a you problem, Steve." Something occurs to you. "Do you want me to leave them on?"

He fumbles with his belt. "Uh," he says. "Can you get your shorts off that way?" He's flushed all the way down his chest and you start to shimmy them off, leaving you bare right away.

"Looks like I can." You grin at him, stepping out of your clothes and unclasping your bra to stare at him, totally naked except for the boots, hands on your hips.

"Fuck," he says. The outline of his cock through his dress pants makes your mouth water and your nipples tighten.

"How do you want me, Steve?" He blinks a few times, shaking himself out of his devoted stare.

"On the counter?" He steps farther into the bathroom so the expanse of counter top is accessible to you.

"Works for me." His hands are gentle on your bare hips as you hop up, hissing a little at how cold it is on your exposed skin. Before you can think about how compromising this is, Steve sinks to his knees and hooks your knees over his shoulders. You gasp and brace one hand behind you, the other in his hair as he scoots you to the edge.

"Steve," you moan. His breath is hot on your skin as he kisses your knee, your inner thigh.

"I haven't even started yet," he says. "But look at you." He licks his lips and spreads your knees wider. "So wet I'm surprised you didn't stain those shorts."

You throw your head back and pull his hair a little. He gets the message and finally drags the flat of his tongue through your cunt. It feels like heaven. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he sucks on your clit.

"Fuck, Steve," you moan. Normally he'd banter with you, rile you up even more, but he seems as desperate for this as you are. "More, please." He laps at your entrance with his tongue, the sound audible over the hum of the party.

"Fingers?" he asks, face shiny and pupils blown. His hair is a mess. You nod, chest heaving. "Don't even need to lick 'em," he says. "You're soaked enough as is." He's sporting a shit-eating grin when he looks up at you and your roll your eyes at him before he slide two fingers into your cunt, spreading them as soon as he hits his knuckles. "There we go," he coos. "Doing great, baby." His fingers are thick but you're worked up already, canting your hips as he slowly fucks you, mouth returning to your clit at the same time. The tension in your belly pulls and pulls and pulls and then he curls his fingers and you gasp.

"Steve, I --" You tug on his hair as you clench around his fingers, as he continues to lap at you like a man possessed. Your thighs close around his head but he makes no move to stop you until he pulls away and wipes at his face with the meat of his palm.

"Damn," he says. "Was that good for you?" He knows it was, the proof is all over his face. But he always asks. You lean back on the counter so far that your head touches the mirror as you catch your breath. The outline of Steve's cock makes you feel needy all over again.

"C'mere," you tell him. He pulls you up, encouraging you to lean on him as you kiss him messily and taste yourself on his tongue. You palm him through his pants and he groans.

"You still want to?" he says, trailing his lips down your neck and hands cupping your bare breasts. His thumbs are firm on your nipples as you work at his belt. "Guess so," he mutters. You unbuckle it but he takes over, keeping his lips on your skin as he pulls a condom out of his back pocket and shoves his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

His cock is ruddy and hard, the tip a little wet already. "Someone is prepared," you say, reaching for him. He hisses as you stroke, thumb toying with the mushroom tip.

"Gotta be," he says, tearing open the foil with his teeth. "Considering you make me want to fuck you like, all the time." You laugh, a surprised and bright sound.

"That's actually kind of flattering." He pulls away from your grip to roll the condom on and you situate yourself on the counter, scooting forward and bracing a hand on his shoulder. He palms your hip and drags his cock through your wet folds once, twice, hitting your clit with his teasing. "Steve," you warn. He smirks and hikes your knee up.

"Ready?" For a second, it's just the two of you as you nod. The music, the cold of the counter under your ass, all of it fades. Steve keeps his eyes on you as he sinks in slowly, the stretch barely burning after his work with his fingers. Steve is big, but you're used to it by now, waiting patiently until he bottoms out. "Tell me when," he says through gritted teeth. You move your hips a little, adjusting to being full of him, and you lean forward so much that he's almost lifting you entirely on his own, your ass hardly on the counter as you wrap your legs around his hips.

"Okay," you breath, settling your face into the skin of his neck. "Okay, Steve. Move, please." He does, holding you so close to him that you can feel his chest move as he breathes, as he starts to fuck you slowly. You can hear the music again, the voices downstairs, but they're not loud enough to drown out the smack of your skin and his panting and your moans as they fill the bathroom.

You lick a bead of sweat from Steve's neck and start to suck a bruise there, clenching as he hits just the right spot. "So good," he groans. "You're so tight, taking me so well." He babbles praise that makes your brain go fuzzy as you try to answer it, telling him how good his cock feels, how he's making you feel so good.

"I wish you could see yourself right now," Steve pants. You pull away from his neck to see that his gaze is locked on the mirror behind you.

"Next time." His eyes go wide and his thrusts stutter.

"Oh, so you want to fuck at another party?" You clench again and it rips your favorite noise from his throat.

"Don't make me reconsider." He laughs but starts to thrust again. You lean back in and suck on his adam's apple. "Feels so good, Steve," you tell him. "Your cock feels so good. I'm close, I'm gonna --" He picks up the pace and leans you back into the counter to properly piston his hips and you try to meet his thrusts but they're getting messy on both sides. The counter is going to leave bruises and you hope his fingertips are too. He kisses you messily, lips barely touching but tongues tangling all the same.

Normally you'd need him to pay attention to your clit to push you over the edge but something about the party and the filthiness of this entire situation makes you see stars before you can warn Steve, your back arching and your moans turning to whines as you come.

"Fuck," he curses, "fuck, just like that, baby, I'm almost--" His last few thrusts are frantic as he tries to carry you through your orgasm but then he's coming too, hips stuttering and fingers vice-like on your hips.

You both pant, skin a little sticky and minds slow in the aftermath. Steve's hands ghost up and down your ribs, gently stroking and squeezing the soft bits of your torso before he pulls out of you, tying off his condom and throwing it in the trash. He pulls up his pants and you giggle.

"What's that about?" he says, buckling his belt. He looks fond and properly fucked.

"That was ridiculous," you tell him. You don't know if your legs will hold so you stay on the counter. "I can't believe we just did that." He strokes your knee before handing you your bra.

"I seem to remember you saying you'd do it again."

He passes you your shirt and tugs his own back on. "I did say that, didn't I?" You beckon him closer so you can fix his hair. "I guess you'll find out at the next party." Steve laughs and kisses your temple, hands stroking your still-bare thighs.

"I can't believe your bare ass is on this counter." He frowns. "Do you think we need to clean it?"

You bite your lip. "Oh, shit," you say. "Yeah. I bet there's cleaner under the sink. Just a quick scrub." He groans, sounding petulant rather than turned on.

"Fine," he says. "But please put those shorts back on before I get more ideas."

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Authors Note:This is my submission for @sparklingsin ‘s ‘Spookinktober’ my prompt word was pumpkin. Obviously I got carried away. Tumblr was being a bitch so ignore the editing and typos please. It literally has paragraphs disappear when I go to edit it, so it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT (18plus) NO MINORS. Choking, spanking, slight dom!eddie and bratty reader.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Laurie Strode’s scream filled your ears as you shoved the carving knife into your pumpkin.

“Jesus sweetheart, watch your fingers.” Eddie had been watching you through out this entire process with apprehensive eyes. Not known for your grace he wasn’t trying to take you to the emergency room on Halloween night. Again.

“Jesus Eddie, I’m fine.” Rolling your eyes hard you continue your assault on your pumpkin doing your best to make it look like the one on the VHS cover of Halloween the movie you were watching.

“Just.. be careful.” Warm hands on your shoulders Eddie places a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m gonna go get out of these jeans really quick, don’t cut your fingers off.”

Dropping your knife with a loud huff you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, in fact his fear was valid having taken you to get stitches on more then one occasion you just couldn’t help but be a brat.

“Look, I’ll stop while I’m unsupervised Dad.” Raising your hands in the air Eddie’s eyes narrow at your attitude from the hallway. Shaking his head he turns back around muttering under his breath.

The sound of Michael’s notorious music brings your attention back to the small TV in his living room. The soft glow of it making the everything look that much more cozy, one of the many reasons you always preferred hanging out here rather then your parents house. Eddie didn’t understand it but it was home to you.

Eyes flicking back to the movie your breath catches in your throat when you see Michael wrap his hands tightly around a woman’s throat. Pushing her against the wall with force, he lifts her up a few inches in the air. Biting your bottom lip the heat rises to your cheeks when your thighs press themselves together. The familiar tingling in your gut that usually only Eddie brought out in you makes your toes curl.

So distracted you didn’t hear Eddie sneak back in the room, his plan to scare a smile out of you with Red’s Michael mask was put on pause when he saw the way you were staring at the TV. The familiar glaze covering your eyes he takes in your body language eyes trailing back to the TV where he saw exactly what was happening.

He knew you liked being choked in the bedroom from time to time but this was a little more aggressive then what he was used to doing to you. Fingers fiddling in your lap he knew you had it bad. Smirking to himself under the mask he was glad you were being a little brat.

Eddie clears his throat snapping you out of your lust filled daze, mouth going dry at the sight in front of you. In nothing but black sweat pants that rested low on his hips and a Michael mask Eddie was the epitome of your own personal wet dream right now. Gulping loudly you’re left speechless as he starts to stalk over to you, the playfulness he came in with gone.

“What’s going on in here huh?” His voice is low behind the latex of the mask. “You only ever look at me that way. What’s got you so worked up pretty girl?”

Your own nerves getting the best of you despite knowing it was just your goofy loving boyfriend underneath, you couldn’t help but push yourself off your chair scrambling to get away from him.

“Eddie, come on.” Whining the heat rises to your cheeks excitement mixing with the embarrassment of being caught.

“Does my girl like it rough? Is that it?” You can hear the smile in his conceding tone as his long strides bring him closer. The muscles in his abdomen flexing slightly with each movement of his legs. He’s never looked sexier to you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Changing the octave in your voice trying to sound more innocent, you lay it on thick noticing the tent that started to form in his sweats.

“No? Do I need to remind you?” Closing the distance with quick steps his ringed fingers wrap tightly around you throat shoving you hard enough against the wall it has Wayne’s coffee mugs clinking together on impact.

Unable to stop the loud moan that falls from your mouth, your eyes close tight as his rings bite into the sensitive skin underneath his hold. Pushing your legs apart with his knee, he slots himself between them the top of his thigh pressing tightly against your aching core. Wiggling your hips your body searches for friction on its own accord.

Squeezing tighter he tuts at you from under the mask.

“Behave yourself baby, I’m just reminding you of what you seemed to of forgotten.” Flexing the muscle of his thigh against your heat, your head lulls back into his hold. You were putty in his hands like this and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Is this why you were being such a brat earlier? You were hoping I’d get the picture huh? That you just wanted me to punish you.” The last two words coming out from between clenched teeth his hold getting tighter for a minute before he lets it go. Removing his leg from between yours without warning your feet hit the ground with a light thud.

Ripping the mask off there’s a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead making his bangs stick to his skin, chocolate pools blown into black Eddie was just as effected by this as you. The knowledge adding more slick to the coating that was already inside your panties.

He takes a minute to search your face for any trace of discomfort but all he sees is how your pupils have dilated so much there was no color left. You’ve always looked at him like you were attracted to him but you never looked at him like this. His erection becoming almost painful against the soft fabric of his sweats when he thinks about how wet you must be. Grabbing your face between his ringed hand he squeezes your cheeks together before slotting his lips roughly against yours. Sighing in his mouth your tongue meets his eagerly before he rips himself away trying to keep himself calm enough to remain in control.

“Turn around.” His voice is quiet but his tone is demanding and he watches the internal battle of wanting to behave or be a brat happen across your face before you finally give in turning around. “Hands on the wall.”

When your palms hit the smooth paint of the walls you weren’t expecting the first smack. Eddie’s open hand making harsh contact with your right butt cheek, the metal hitting hard enough you’re sure there will be a bruise there in the morning.

“That was for having to think about listening to me. I saw that.” Pushing himself flush against your back his voice sends shivers down your spine as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear with each word. With his hard cock pushing against your covered entrance part of you feels like this might actually be torture. Your hips seek friction but his firm grip on them holds you in place.

“Be good.” The condescending way he sings good makes you want to be anything but. The need to cum overpowering your pride you decide to stay still.

Nipping at your ear lobe you feel Eddie start to work his way down your body. Big hands slide down your curves squeezing and kneading at the flesh as he makes his way down to the tops of your jeans. Popping open the front buttons with quick fingers he starts tugging them down your legs leaving a small bite on each ass cheek when they pool at your ankles. Cupping under the curve of each cheek he pulls them apart so he can see if you’re as wet he he thinks you are.

“Fuck baby, all this for me?” Breaking his dominant character a strangled moan leaves his throat at how your panties are completely soaked through. Pushing his face in between your covered folds he inhales deeply the tip of his nose brushing against your swollen nub.

Shaking legs beg to give out on top of him as your finger nails scrape against the wall, the needy whine you give echos through the trailer and you swear you feel him chuckle against you.

Calloused fingers grip the sides of your panties yanking them down to join at your feet with the denim of your jeans. Another loud moan leaves his swollen lips when he sees your slick glisten against the newly exposed skin of your cunt.

“I’m gonna take care of it pretty girl don’t worry.” Mumbling to himself he pushes your legs further apart, you knew he was coming but you still gasped when his tongue licked a long stripe through your folds. “God you taste even better when you’re this worked up, you’ve been holding on out me.” Another unexpected smack to your ass sends your body forward slightly.

“Eddie, please, please.” Your pleading comes out breathless while your body feels like it might actually combust if he doesn’t fuck you.

Smack

“Please what?” Pushing himself off the ground you can feel him crowd behind you, the rough hair of his happy trail scraping against the small of your back while an arm loops around you. Fingers gripping tight around your neck again he pulls your head back so you can meet his eyes. “Use your words.”

Pushing your ass against his hard cock that sat nestled between your cheeks you don’t care anymore how pathetic you might sound.

“Please Eddie, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” stomping your feet it comes out as if you’re throwing a fit. “I’ve needed it all day.”

“I could tell by the way you were behaving, don’t worry I’ll make sure to fuck that attitude right out of you.” His grip leaves your throat before both hands find a place on either side of your hips pulling them back before an open palm pushes your back down. Angling you perfectly for him to control the pace.

Positioning himself with legs on either side of you his hands only leave your body long enough to push his sweat pants down his thighs, hissing when the cool air hits the leaking head of his cock. Giving himself a few pumps he pulls you in closer by your hips, swiping himself between your folds coating his thick mushroom head with your slick before stretching out your walls with one quick thrust.

Your voice gets caught in your throat at the feeling of him splitting you in half. Slapping the wall in front of you tears prickle at the corners of your eyes at how good it feels after being worked up for so long.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” grunting his thrusts are slow at first wanting to savor the feeling of your silky walls sucking him. The way you shudder against him has his eyes roll in the back of his head with each push your own hips start to meet his.

Blaming lack of self control you can’t help but try and set a faster pace, the slow build up in your gut not moving at the speed you were so desperate for. Eddie struggles to meet the movement of your hips snapping him out of the pussy drunk state he had slipped into when he was met with the wetness of your walls.

His fingers dig deep into your hips bruising the the soft skin underneath stilling your motions, keeping you in place his right hands releases its grip on you to smack your ass even harder then the times before. Biting your lip the string makes you clench around him earning a strangled moan from behind you.

“Such a dirty girl, who knew you were hiding all of this from me.” Smoothing a hand down your back his hips finally start setting a pace that satisfies the dull throb in your gut.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is the only thing that can be heard in the trailer, the grunts and whimpers leaving both of you without abandon drown out the slasher movie on in the background.

The hand that laid on on the small of your back snakes it way to the front of you with gentle pressure on your stomach he pushes you flush against his chest. The new angle making him hit a spot so deep it had you seeing stars behind your closed lid. Jaw going slack your mouth open his a silent scream as his rough fingers start drawing relentless circles on your clit.

“Eddie, eddie, eddie.” Your voice is unrecognizable when his name comes tumbling out of your mouth like a chant.

“Cum for me pretty girl, be a good girl and cum for me.” Lips pressed against your ear his voice sends a shiver down your spine clenching yourself even harder around him. A cocky laugh leaving his mouth at the feeling of how his words were effecting you.

Applying more pressure with his fingers it’s enough to finally send you over the edge, vision going white as your orgasm vibrates through your body like an earthquake. Shaking around him in a way he’s never felt before mixed with the hard clamp of your walls as you come undone on top of him has his following closely after yours. Cock twitching against your constricting walls the tail end of our orgasm milks his even further. Burying his head in the crook of your neck he moans loudly against your skin. His open mouth leaves a trail of drool that starts to slide down the curve of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. Hot ropes of his cum paint your insides. Leaning forward one hand grips your hips to hold you in place while the other lays flat against the wall holding your weight up.

It takes you both a minute to collect yourself before either of your make the effort to move or speak to each other, your bodies completely spent.

“So clearly there was a kink of yours I didn’t know about.” Eddie chuckles placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before making sure both your feet were flat on the floor. Pulling himself out slowly you both whimper at the loss of contact. The grip on your hips only loosens when he feels your start to balance yourself, they hover until he thinks your safe to do it on your own.

Heat rising to your cheeks you can’t fight the shyness that breaks through when you feel the remains of him start to drip down your thighs. Noticing the way your eyes won’t meet his, he grips your chin with his thumb and his index finger gently brining your attention back up to him.

“I liked it. I liked it a lot. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Kissing the tip of your nose he grabs a handful of your ass jiggling it playfully before pushing you towards the bathroom.

“Get in the shower, let me clean this up and I’ll meet you in there in a minute.” A devilish smirk graces his lips before adding. “And then we’ll rewind the movie as long as you promise not to get worked up again.”

Groaning loudly you crumple up a piece of newspaper that you had been carving your pumpkins on throwing it at him before stomping away. Slamming the door for good measure there was a part of you that hoped he’d come in here and do it all over again.

[sarahisgay01]

Defiant Facade

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!)

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Fem!Reader

Prompt: “It’s hot when you talk back.” @sparklingsin

Notes: Nancy and Reader are in an established relationship, choking, degrading, edging, overstimulation, crying

Exams were coming up and you asked your girlfriend, Nancy, to help you study. She’s one of the smartest people you know and she has amazing study tips. Your parents aren’t home for the week, so you asked Nancy if she wanted to spend the night after helping you study and she excitedly said yes. Nancy arrived at your house a little before 5:00pm and the two of you immediately got to studying. It’s now 8:30pm and you haven’t taken a break, not one. The two of you are sitting on your bed, across from each other and she’s been quizzing you with flashcards for at least an hour now. She helped you make them earlier and there had to be at least 100 in her hand. Your brain is starting to get foggy and it can’t handle taking in anymore information. You flop down onto your bed and grunt, “Nance, my brain hurts. I’m jamming information in it and it can’t fit anymore. There is no more space in my brain.” She replies, “I know, sweetheart, but you need to study. Come on, just finish going through these flashcards and then we can stop. Okay?” You can’t take anymore studying, so you tell her, “Nance, I’ve been studying nonstop for three and a half hours, I can’t do anymore.” Nancy tries to convince you and says, “Come on, (Y/N), you can do it, there’s only like 20 flashcards left.” You sit up to look into her eyes and in a defiant tone, you reply, “No, I’m not doing it.” Your response made Nancy’s eyes widen. She looks at you and says, “What did you just say?” and you know its a bad idea, but you stand your ground. Still in your defiant tone, you answer back saying, “I said, no, Nance. No. I’m not studying anymore. I’m done.” Then, you flop back down onto your bed, showing her just how defiant and stubborn you are. Her response was not what you were expecting, you were expecting her to put up more of a fight, but instead, you’re met with silence. After a couple minutes, you sit back up again and decide to break the silence.

You’re more calm now and frankly, more concerned on why Nancy’s not talking, scared you may have made her upset. So, you break the silence and say, “What’re you thinking about?” She replies, “I’m not sure you want to know, (Y/N).” Nancy looks into your eyes and you notice her normal blue eyes are starting to be engulfed by her black pupils. A grin appears on your face and you reply, “Try me.” You watch as her pupils start to grow and she says, “I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck you right now.” Your eyes widen at her bluntness and your defiance starts to slip away. Nancy says, “It’s hot when you talk back”, then her bottom lip finds its way in between her teeth. You say, “Yeah?” and she hums back a, “Mhmmm”, while her eyes trail over your body. Nancy starts to clear off your bed and as she does, she says, “(Y/N), take off your clothes.” You want to see her reaction, what she’ll do if you continue being defiant, so you reply back saying, “Make me.” Seconds later your bed is cleared off and her eyes are staring into yours. She chuckles and says, “Make you? Oh sweetheart, you’re sure you want to continue down this road? It’s not a pretty one.” Your defiance is holding on for dear life, you know it’s going to slip away soon and you’re going to become putty in her hands. She starts making her way towards you and she straddles your lap. Nancy stares into your eyes, awaiting your response, waiting for you to break. Somehow, your tone becomes assertive and you repeat, “Make me.” Upon hearing the phrase, Nancy takes her hand and chokes you. You sharply inhale in response and you can feel yourself becoming more submissive, giving into her. She chuckles meanly and says, “Oh sweetheart, you chose the wrong road. I’m going to ruin you, make that dirty mouth of yours useful, cause you and I both know it’s not being useful right now.” A broken whine escapes your lips and she laughs. Nancy says, “Aw was that- was that a whine? What happened to being all big and bad, (Y/N)? You were so defiant and assertive earlier, sweetheart. What happened?” Another whine leaves your mouth and she fakes a pout. Condescendingly, Nancy says, “Aw, did I break you, baby? What happened to talking back?” Finally, you’re able to muster out some words and all you can choke out is, “Sorry.” Nancy laughs at you again and says, “Sorry? You’re sorry? No no, sweetheart, we’re far past that. Now, if you’re really sorry, you’ll do what I say. Actions speak louder than words, (Y/N). Are you going to listen to me or are you going to keep disobeying me?” You choke out, “L- Listen” and after having her having her hand around your throat for a couple minutes, she releases it. Nancy looks into your eyes and says, “Lets try this again, (Y/N). Take off your clothes for me.” You look down and nod your head saying, “Y- Yes Na- Nance.” Nancy grabs your chin with her index finger and thumb, then raises your face up to look her in the eyes. She condescendingly says, “Sweetheart, no need to be embarrassed, you can’t help that I can turn you into putty that just sits in my hands. It’s not your fault that your facade breaks for me.” Her tone and words elicit a whine from your lips, which makes her laugh. She gets off your lap, then motions her hand to the open area beside your bed and says, “Strip for me, sweetheart.” You quickly get up and strip off your t-shirt, then your sweatpants. When you finish taking those off, you look back at her and mumble, “Every- Everything?” Nancy nods and says, “Mhmmm. Everything, (Y/N).” You nod and say, “Y- Yes Nance.” She grins as she watches you unclasp your bra and slip off your panties. You’re now completely bare, head to toe, in front of her and her eyes trail over your entire body. She says, “So beautiful, (Y/N).” You reply, “Th- Thank you” and you watch as Nancy gets up from your bed.

Nancy walks over to you, staring into your eyes, as she takes her index finger, then pulls down your bottom lip. Her finger slowly continues it’s path down the middle of your body. When her finger makes it’s way to the middle of your chest, you bite your lip, holding back a whine. Her index finger continues down and stops at your hip bone. You whine and Nancy chuckles, then says, “You’re so easy to work up, baby.” Another whine escapes your lips and Nancy says “Such a needy little thing, huh? Go lay down on the bed for me, sweetheart.” You rush over to your bed, saying “Y- Yes Nance.” Once you’re laying there, Nancy positions herself on top of you, her hips on top of yours. She leans down, acting like she’s going to kiss you, but she hovers over your lips and whispers, “I’m going to fuck you until words can’t even leave that dirty fucking mouth of yours.” You whimper, but that turned into a moan as her lips find a tender spot on your neck. She harshly sucks on your neck, both of you knowing she’s going to leave a dark bruise there. Nancy does this in three different spots on your neck and as she makes her way down your body, her eyes meet yours. She says, “Need to mark you up, want you to see them and think of how I broke you.” You whimper and she stops moving down your body, once her mouth was level with your chest. She takes her mouth to one of your nipples, then bites it, not too harshly, but enough for you to feel a bit of pain. You sharply inhale and moan out, “Fuck Nancy.” She hums and starts to rapidly flick your nipple with her tongue, making your hips buck up. After doing that for 30 seconds or so, she switches to latching her mouth around your nipple and sucks on it. You moan and try throwing your head back, further into the mattress, but it’s impossible. Your hands find and grip your sheets, then she starts to suck harder. You loudly moan out, “Fuck Nance! Fuck!” and your hips buck up higher. Once she’s done sucking on your nipple, she releases, grazing her teeth over it. Nancy then moves her mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. By the time she’s satisfied with playing with your chest, you can feel how wet you are. Your clit is throbbing, needing attention, needing to be touched. Nancy slides her body down yours until her head is in between your thighs. She abruptly spreads your legs out wide and you moan. Nancy giggles and says, “Wow, (Y/N). You’re such a pathetic little thing, huh? I haven’t even touched your pretty pussy yet and you’re already dripping for me.” You’re about to whine, but then feel a finger tap your clit. A breathy moan leaves your mouth and you say, “Fuck.” Nancy’s mouth gets closer to your clit, then she blows on it, making you whine and your hips buck up. She takes her hands and grips your thighs, pushing them down into your mattress. Nancy flattens her tongue and slowly licks a stripe from the bottom of your entrance, all the way up to your clit. You moan out, “Oh fuck, Nance” and then her lips latch around your clit. She sucks on it for a couple seconds, then hums and your hips try and buck up, but Nancy’s grip is too strong. Nancy releases her lips from your clit and says, “Mmmm sweetheart, you taste so fucking good. So sweet, all for me.” You nod rapidly and breathily say, “All for- All for you, Nance.” She hums, then moves her mouth back to your clit, slowly lapping at it.

Nancy knows she’s not going fast enough for you to cum and you start to whine. You loudly whine out begs, saying, “Nance, faster please! Please! Need more, Nance! Please more!” Nancy moves her head away and you whimper at the loss of her tongue on your clit. She says, “Sweetheart, you’re so needy. You need to learn how to be patient. Your pussy belongs to me and I will choose when you cum. Understand?” You whimper, knowing that it’s not going to be anytime soon and say, “Y- Yes Nance.” Nancy grins and says, “Good, now you’ll take what I give you.” You nod and her tongue makes it’s way back to your clit, slowly lapping at it again. Your hips keep trying to buck up and after a couple times, Nancy starts to giggle while she slowly licks your clit. She pulls her head back and looks up at you, then condescendingly says, “(Y/N), it’s so cute that you can’t stop your hips from trying to buck up. So needy and desperate to cum, huh sweetheart?” You whine out, “Please, Nance! Please!” and she just laughs at you, taking no pity on you. Nancy lowers her head back down and teases your entrance with her tongue, humming as she tastes more of your wetness. The vibrations from her hum make you moan loudly, then she shoves her tongue inside your entrance. A louder moan escapes from your lips as she starts to move her tongue in and out of you. You loudly moan out, “Fuck Nance! Oh my god! Nance!” and you start to feel your orgasm in your stomach. Your legs start to shake and Nancy pulls her head back, watching you crumble in front of her. You whine loud, louder than you have tonight and tears form in your eyes. Nancy notices your tears and fakes a pout, then in a condescending tone, says, “Aw baby, were you close?” After making eye contact with her, tears roll down your face and you nod. She replies, “Aw sweetheart, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll let you cum soon.” You whine and your voice cracks, while you say, “Please” with tears rolling down your face. Nancy ignores you and lowers her head again, then starts lapping at your clit. She stops before your orgasm again and you’re now sobbing, but she doesn’t care. This continues on for at least an hour, your cheeks are tear stained and your chin is covered in drool. Nancy is absolutely breaking you and you know it.

Nancy starts to lap at your clit, her name leaves your lips as you moan and your legs start to shake. Somehow, you’re able to choke out “Cl-ose” while sobbing. Nancy releases her grip on one of your thigh, then shoves two fingers inside of you and repeatedly hits your special spot, over and over again. You scream out, “Gonna c-um! Gonna cum! Nance pl-please! Pl-Please Nance!” With her free hand, Nancy taps your thigh once, signaling that you’re allowed to cum. You scream out, “Nance! Nance! Oh fuck! Oh my god! Nan-” and your screaming is cut off by your orgasm hitting you hard. As you’re coming down from your orgasm, your sobbing stops and you’re mumbling “Thank y-you! Th- Thank you!” Nancy doesn’t stop her movements, she starts gradually speeding up her licks of your clit and starts to repeatedly curl her fingers inside of you. Your second orgasm hits you by surprise, making you scream out “Oh fuck Nance!” As you cum again, you’re screams become high pitched. Again, Nancy doesn’t stop, she switches from licking your clit, to latching her mouth around it and sucking. Her fingers slow their speed and you feel that she adds a third finger, then starts pounding them into you. You’re so overstimulated and you start to whimper from her rough touches. You whine and stutter out, “Sensi- Sensitive. Too- Too mu- much.” Nancy ignores you, continuing to suck your clit and pound three of her fingers into you. Your mouth hangs open and the only thing able to leave it are occasional, high pitched, broken noises. You feel your third orgasm forming inside you and seconds later, a loud, broken, high pitched “Nan- ce!” leaves your lips. Your legs start spasming from overstimulation, but that only makes Nancy want to keep going. So again, Nancy doesn’t stop, she starts rapidly licking your clit and continues pounding her fingers into your entrance. You begin sobbing from overstimulation, but your sobs go unnoticed as Nancy continues being relentless with you. Your fourth orgasm makes your entire body arch and shake. As you climax for the fourth time, a noise mixed with a sob, a moan, and a scream, leaves your mouth. Finally, Nancy slows her movements, letting you ride out your orgasm. Then pulls her head up and slowly pulls her fingers out of your entrance. You scream out a sob at the emptiness and Nancy says, “I know sweetheart, I know. You want to suck on my fingers, baby?” You nod your head and soon your mouth is full of her fingers. Nancy lets out a small moan, feeling your tongue swirl around her fingers. Trying to comfort you, she takes her other hand and runs her fingers through your hair. She whispers, “You did so well, (Y/N). You were so good for me. I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay. Just relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.” After about a minute, Nancy takes her hand out of your mouth, then wipes it on her shirt. Then, she takes her shirt off to wipe the drool off your mouth and chin. You’re still crying and overwhelmed, so Nancy holds you close, calming you down. It takes a long moment for you to relax, but once you were able to, you feel extremely sleepy. Nancy notices and in a sickeningly sweet tone, she says, “Sweetheart, are you sleepy?” You nod and yawn, then nuzzle your head into her chest, humming once your comfortable. Nancy says, “(Y/N), we can cuddle really soon, I promise. I just need to clean us up first, angel.” You whine, but roll over and lay flat on the other side of the bed. She says, “I know, sweetheart. I’ll be super quick, I promise. Is it okay if I clean you up before I grab the towel?” She watches as you nod and Nancy replies, “Okay, angel. I’ll be super gentle and try my best not to overstimulate you. Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod your head and Nancy positions herself in between your legs again.

Nancy cleans up your cum and wetness, being quick, but gentle. She gets up from the bed and stands over you. You realize she’s done and that she didn’t overstimulate you once. Nancy’s being so gentle with you and it’s making your heart melt. When you look at her, you see that her lips and chin are covered in the mixture of your cum and wetness. She says, “I’m going to go grab a towel baby, I’ll be right back”, but before she’s able to walk out of your room, you whine. She turns back to look at you and says, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Still not able to speak, you weakly lift your hand and tap your bottom lip with your index finger. Nancy’s eyes drop into the softest look you’ve ever seen and she says, “You want a kiss, sweetheart?” You rapidly nod your head and Nancy says, “Okay, angel”, then comes back over to you. She leans down, cups a cheek with one of her hands, and kisses you with so much love. The kiss was soft and you hummed as you could taste yourself on her lips. She released from it after running out of breath and you let out a small whine. Nancy took her thumb and lightly swiped it, side to side, on your cheek a couple times, saying “I know sweetheart, but I’ll be right back, I promise. I’m just going to grab a towel.” You nod and she quickly leaves, then returns back less than a minute later. Nancy cleans your pussy with the towel, making sure not to overstimulate you and to be gentle. Afterwards, she cleans off her own face, then tosses the towel in your laundry bin. Since your parents were out of town this entire week, you and Nancy don’t bother trying to put clothes back on you. Nancy takes off her jeans, then turns off the light, and climbs into bed with you. Once she’s comfortable, Nancy lifts her arms and says, “Come here, angel.” You quickly make your way into her arms and nuzzle your head into her chest. Nancy says, “I love you, (Y/N). My sweet angel.” You’re able to mumble out, “I love you, Nance.” Nancy smiles and kisses the top of your head, then starts to run her fingers through it. You fall asleep within a couple minutes, completely exhausted. As you’re falling asleep, you hum into Nancy’s chest, feeling loved and relaxed in her embrace. Nancy falls asleep not long after you, listening to your breathing and thinking about how much she adores you.

Hope you liked this!!🥺💖

[sparklingsin]

y'all delivered and how!

here's a compilation of self-inserts written for my strangertober challenge by several amazing writers in the fandom. thank you so much for participating, y'all are fucking phenomenal! xo each one of these fics is an excellent read and it was a pleasure hosting this! please, please give these fics and their writers love in the form of REBLOGS and COMMENTS - they've worked hard on these masterpieces!

happy reading! *this list will be updated if and as writers continue to post.

⛧ = smut *MDNI

STEVE HARRINGTON

temptation by @faeology ⛧

steve has been admiring you for some time now, and you’ve been wanting him too, but one halloween party finally pushes you both to make a move.

scare me baby by @familyvideostevie ⛧

"I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." + Halloween party

gotcha by @keeryshouse

you and steve spend every holiday together. this halloween is the most memorable, though. using the prompt “i bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight”

within these walls @sparklingsin ⛧

you and steve find yourselves at an old mansion for a weekend getaway and love seems to be in the air. but is the mansion all as it seems— a beautiful old house, with a rich history and intriguing tales, where you and steve can have a bit of fun? or is there something more sinister at work?

tell me again by @appocalipse

"Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?"

ridiculous by @magicchai

steve hates that he agreed to wear a horrendous halloween costume to match y/n's.

call it what you want by @sunshinehollandd⛧

you find yourself on the edge of friendship and something more with steve at a halloween party.

chapter 2: some like it cold by @starryeyedstories

hocus pocus au - (part of series)

ROBIN BUCKLEY

halloween costume party by @sarahisgay01 ⛧

“We are not doing a couples costume.”

let me take care of you by @sarahisgay01 ⛧

Praise Kink

EDDIE MUNSON

first time by @corrodedhawkins⛧

praise kink

conquer by @faeology ⛧

eddie needs you and he needs you now.

personal problem by @seidenbros ⛧

Halloween party at Steve's with the whole bunch, and a movie to top it off. Everoyne's in costume and Eddie dressed up as Axl Rose has you wanting to tear his clothes off, only that Eddie really puts a damper to your mood when you tell him that you're wet

pumpkin by @loveshotzz (sorry for naming it had no name shgsj) ⛧

prompt: pumpkin

angel by @forourmoons ⛧

eddie comes back after a week and sees you in your angel costume. he has to fuck you right then and there.

NANCY WHEELER

defiant facade by @sarahisgay01 ⛧

"It’s hot when you talk back."

i suggest you be quiet by @sarahisgay01 ⛧

“If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken.”

[latelyanobsession]

Crashing with Ghosts

summary on a dare billy's hauled you out to the old farley bros. farmstead just south of the roane county line. billy's got the camaro trunk packed and a cooler brimming with brewskis. this'll be the easiest couple hundred bucks he's made in a long time. stay the night in some rundown farmhouse? easy. and with you to keep him occupied? even easier. but will you last the night? you know all about this creepy place and when strange things start happening during your stay you can't help but get frazzled. but will billy believe it? or will you be stuck in this spooky predicament til sunrise with someone completely clueless to the supernatural?

warnings cursing, underage drinking, trespassing on private property, breaking and entering, smut, generic teenage shenanigans, supernatural phenomenon, fright and fear, descriptions of past violent acts

word count 5,049

note entry for @sparklingsin's spookinktobter writing challenge. loosely modeled after one of my favorite spooky time films, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (1966).

included prompts:

car doesn’t start

“i dare you to go down there.”

trapped in a haunted house

“be brave for me, baby.”

praise kink

dirty talk

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He said that he was taking you out for the weekend.

"On Halloween?" you asked.

He nodded smugly, taking the pillows from your hands and placing it in the trunk.

"Where are we going?" you pushed curiously, eyeing the sleeping bag, but no tent.

The Igloo cooler in the back seat. A loose convenience store bag of snacks next to it.

It couldn't be camping. Could it?

"You'll see," he said vaguely as you both got into the camaro, the engine starting, headlights flicking to life.

The drive was much longer than you expected.

It was far too dark to tell which direction he was taking you in, and these county roads were notorious for being poorly marked.

You had little idea where you were. But you knew that you had left Hawkins behind well over half an hour ago.

"Are you taking me to Timbuktu?" you mused impatiently, fingers tapping along the car windowsill.

He drummed his fingers along to the cassette he'd selected, eyes shooting over at you in a thinly veiled warning.

"We're almost there... Be patient." he hummed, the car slowing up to a dirt drive.

He pulled in. The gravel kicking up under the tires, clouds of dust forming large wakes as he sped down the road.

Pulling around a large bend, you finally saw a structure at the top of the rise.

You recognized it instantly but hoped your eyes were lying to you as the camaro pulled up to the overgrown lawn. A weathered sign at the edge of the yard dangling by one remaining hook.

FARLEY BROS. FARMS

— EST. 1894 —

"Billy why...?" you whined pitifully, your stomach flipping as the farmhouse came into full view.

"Two hundred bucks." he stated simply, "one night stay..."

"And maybe a little fun in between..." he looked over at you, tongue caught between his teeth in a sly grin as he shifted into park.

You eyed him anxiously, eyes flitting back out the windshield.

The house's peeling white paint glowing eerily in the moonlight. Its sagging porch beams reaching out to greet you.

You remembered the Farley Bros. farmstead, and not fondly.

You were out here once before with Betsy Pendergast when you were 12 years old on a soft June afternoon.

Betsy wanted to see if all the things that Larry Atwater had said about this place during lunch were true. And well... you couldn't just let her come all this way out here by herself.

It took you both nearly the whole afternoon to ride your bikes out this way. Having a small picnic and respite under the lopsided sycamore tree in the Farley's front yard before beginning.

Once you finally got inside the house with Betsy...? You saw all you needed to see. And you both ran, something tripping you up on your way out the door. You didn't look back to find out, but it felt like something was trying to grab you.

And keep you.

Billy tapped on the passenger's side window startling you. "Get your ass out and help me will ya?" he muttered, wandering back to the trunk.

You took a deep breath, hand on the door handle, you got out.

"Billy I don't think this is a good idea..." you reasoned, blocking the cooler so he couldn't move it.

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh no...?" he shouldered you aside and shoved the cooler into your arms.

"You think Old McDonald is still around?" he mocked, laughing.

"Billy... it's not funny." you stamped your foot a bit, dust kicking up underfoot as you followed him to the trunk.

Pulling out your packs, he strapped his on, and held yours out. Still fishing around for last minute items.

"Don't worry, no hick ghost's gonna get my girl..." he chuckled.

Slipping the straps reluctantly over your shoulders you secured your belongings.

"Billy please..." you pleaded, "this place... its...—". You didn't want to say it. You would sound so stupid if you said it.

"Haunted?" Billy finished, coming out of the trunk, flashlight eerily illuminating his face.

You shoved him.

"Stop it." you pouted.

"No?... No really. You believe that shit?" he pressed, wrapping his arms around you after shutting the trunk.

You cast your gaze to the ground. Avoiding answering.

"Hey..." he cooed, voice low and throaty.

You peeked up at him.

He smiled, teeth glinting.

"Be brave for me baby." he encouraged, stroking his hands up your arms.

You took another deep breath.

"Ok." you nodded, picking up the food and him the cooler.

Walking up the front stoop, you picked your way across the broken porch beams, the wood creaking under your feet as you made your way to the door.

Placing his hand on the knob, Billy turned and pushed.

The door didn't budge.

"Oh what a shame. It's locked?" you whined sarcastically, peering over his shoulder.

He tried again, giving the door a hefty shove.

Nothing.

"Guess we can't get in..." you prattled aloud, turning on your heels to leave.

He scruffed you, dragging you back by the collar of your jacket.

"Just means we gotta try another way..." he mused, hand heavily patting your shoulder.

You huffed in discontent.

He directed the both of you a few steps away down the side of the porch to look for a new way in when,

Creeeeeaaaaaak.

The front door opened.

You both exchanged a look.

He motioned for you to go first with a nod of his head.

You shook your head vigorously in response.

Over your dead body would you be the first one crossing that threshold.

Rollings his eyes, he hooked his hands under your armpits, wheeling you back towards the door.

"Billy, no!" you protested in the sharpest whisper you could muster, heels digging in for any support you could find.

Reaching the doorstep, you protectively threw your hands up as he thrust you towards your fate.

BAM!

The door slammed closed as you crashed against it.

"Damn...." Billy breathed in disappointment, "So close."

"Asshole." you grunted, crumpling to the ground.

Billy offered his hand, helping you up.

"Well I guess that way's out..." he commented dryly.

"Ya think?" you replied snidely.

He pursed his lips, shining his flashlight around, "What about that?"

You followed his beam to the edge of the porch. There was a set of steps leading around the side of the house.

Walking with him to the edge of the porch you found the steps led around to the yard... And down to a bulkhead.

Billy nudged the rusty padlock on the cellar doors with the toe of his boot. "This should break pretty easy..." he reasoned.

"Billy that's breaking and entering..." you reprimanded him.

"Nobody has lived here for like what... 50 years...? Would you relax." he criticized.

Bringing his heel down harshly, the old lock crumbled to pieces.

"Like I said... easy." Billy stated, lifting one door and then the other. The hinges groaning as they pivoted on their pins.

Shining the flashlight, the beams got caught up in swirling plumes of dust and thick curtains of spider's webs, not exposed to open air for decades.

"I dare you to go down there," Billy taunted, patting some dust off on his jeans.

"Why me?" you whined, eyes searching the dark for any sign of a workable light switch.

"You're a lady aren't you…?" Billy teased.

"I'm a coward first..." you stated. You weren't proud.

Looking around Billy spotted a splintered broom at the corner of the porch. He shoved it into your arms.

"Clear out the webs so we can get on with this will you?" he pressed a hand to the small of your back, ushering you towards the stairs below.

Gripping the broomstick tight, fractured wood digging into your palms you swatted away what you could reach, as Billy shined his light for you.

Leaning the broom against a nearby wall you came back to the stairs. "I think it's all good..." you called.

Billy tossed the sleeping bag at you, climbing down.

Handing you your flashlight, he looked around. "Yeah, probably as good as it gets from here..."

The basement was cramped.

Old leather trunks, crates, and various pieces of furniture were scattered throughout the space.

Underneath the sole window in the room, shoved against the fading brick, was a dusty workbench. Covered in tarnished hand tools from a bygone era.

"Do you see a switch anywhere?" Billy asked, sorting through some boxes on a shelf.

"Billy, I don't know if they had electricity... there weren't any power poles outside..." you swept your light across the walls hoping you were wrong.

"Score!" he called out.

"You found a switch?" you answered hopefully.

Coming up next to you with a large grin, he held up a musty bottle.

"Better. I found the old man's stash." he said triumphantly.

"Billy that shit will turn your insides out." you warned, finding the staircase.

He chuckled, tucking it under his arm. "These things only get better with age babe."

You shouldered the door open at the top of the stairs, pieces splintering off the bottom as it finally gave way.

You entered the kitchen.

You stilled, those memories hitting you. A chill settling under your skin as your eyes settled on the kitchen table.

It was still set. Empty plates and glasses waiting for a meal that would never be had.

"Are you coming?" Billy hollered at you from around the corner.

You jumped, turning to follow him into the parlor.

He was setting his things down, unpacking.

He saw the look on your face.

"What, you wanna go upstairs instead?" he pointed at the ceiling.

You shook your head furiously. You knew what happened upstairs.

The parlor was bad but the second floor was worse. You would have to make do.

Placing your pack on the floor your eyes met the broad sweeping brush strokes of burnished red color tinging the floorboards. Faded and oxidized but still recognizable for what it was.

Blood.

"Babe c'mon..." Billy complained, pulling you from your thoughts.

You laid down the foam sleeping pad as Billy shook out the sleeping bag on top of it. Quickly setting the pillows and blanket on as well.

The set up was modest, but it was typical of what you'd come to expect from Billy as he lifted the lid off the cooler and cracked a beer offering it to you after taking the first sip.

With a small huff you took the bottle and took a couple generous swigs as Billy opened his own. Tapping the neck of his bottle against yours he took a large gulp.

"So what's the deal with this place?" he asked, eyes wandering curiously as his eyes took in the floor for the first time.

"This place sure has all the locals worked up..." he started following the wide blood trail across the room, stopping in front of the Steinway piano.

He leaned in close, shining his flashlight on the keys. Bloody fingerprints stained and dancing across the ivories.

"It's even got you uptight..." he continued.

You watched him cautiously from your place. Not moving an inch, worried that even breathing could set off some evil chain reaction in this place.

"He killed his whole family...." you stated. Billy tilting his head up to look at you from the piano.

"Can you come back here.... please?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He smirked softly, returning to you. "You scared?" he questioned, pulling you into his arms and kissing your temple.

"I hate this house." you complained.

"You could definitely hate it a little less..." he reasoned, a hand drawing small circles on your back, as he took another drink from his beer.

"Not possible." you whined, burrowing your face into his chest.

"I bet you could" he drawled, hooking a finger under your chin and drawing your eyes up to meet his.

You shook your head stubbornly.

"Do you want to try?”, he challenged, “For me?", finishing his drink and dropping the bottle to the wayside.

Your gaze didn't waver from his. Eyes locked and drowning under his prolonged stare. The firmness of his grasp grounding and comforting.

"I need an answer baby girl..." he teased, thumb running over the swell of your bottom lip.

"Yeah..." you breathed timidly.

He didn't hesitate. Capturing your lips in a searing kiss, knocking the bottle from your hand. Its contents spilling out across the floor.

Drawing you in close, he wrapped his hands in your jacket, ripping it from your shoulders.

Walking you backward, he lowered you onto the sleeping bag.

"Billy, it's cold." you whined.

"I know baby." he cooed, prying at the hem of your shirt. Lifting up and exposing your skin to the stale air. "I'll warm you up, don't worry about it..."

Rucking the material up higher, a chill ran up your spine as he pulled the shirt over your head. 

Wrapping your hands in the cotton clinging to his chest, you pushed it feebly up and off his torso as he flicked the clasp on your jeans open, slipping you out of them. Your shoes tossed away haphazardly. 

“You’re going too fast…” you criticized, fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.

“Catch up baby girl. You can do it…” he encouraged, picking up your beer and taking a long drink.

Lip pulled between your teeth in concentration, you focused. Fingers prying at the leather and pulling the latch free. 

Finally. 

A small smile of satisfaction as you nimbly unclasped his jeans, thumb and forefinger driving the zipper down. Hand reaching forward.

“Wait…” he tutted, tongue clicking in light condemnation.

You pouted, sad puppy eyes watching his expression for further instruction.

Finishing your beer he chuckled, tossing it carelessly. 

“Don’t give me that look… you’ll like this. A lot.” He mocked you.

“On your side…” he instructed.

Giving a sharp exhale of annoyance, you positioned yourself, hips angled within his reach gaze, still fixed up at him.

“Good girl…” he petted your cheek softly, as he kicked off his boots, sliding out of his jeans, cock springing up to its full potential. 

Wrapping a hand around himself, he leisurely pumped his hand across his growing length. Pausing at the turgid head, his thumb gathering up the precum escaping from its tip.

Painting your lips with it.

Instinctively you shot your tongue out, gliding it along your lip to taste the new gloss.

Closing the space between you, Billy stroked a finger along the underside of your cheekbone, the crown of his dick weighing lightly against your lips.

“C’mon pretty girl… show me what you’ve got.” he taunted as your lips parted.

You hummed softly at the feeling of his hefty member pressing against your tongue and filling your mouth. His breath sharp and catching as a hand entangled itself in your hair, pressing you forward and pushing himself deeper inside the cavern of your mouth.

“Ohhh that’s a good girl…” he rasped, tossing his head back with a shudder as his grip held you in place allowing him to thrust at his own pace into your slackening throat.

His thrusts were long and languid. 

Drawing blood to his throbbing cock, muscle tightening and head swelling as you brushed your tongue flat against him on each outward stroke. 

Breathing out to cheat your gag reflex each time he’d push further back and hold you there. 

Your nose nearly touching his pelvis, his thighs trembling slightly as he pulled you back with a shaky, “Fuuuck, baby.” falling from his lips.

Bending down he ravished you. Lips hungrily crashing against yours as he pinned you down to the blankets.

Knocking your legs apart with his knees, he pushed his way in between them. Running a palm flat across the mound of your sex he looked up at you smugly, a thumb dipping between your folds. Flicking at that bundle of nerves growing more sensitive by the minute.

Your hips rolled as you lifted your head to look at him.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless…” he purred, “make you so dumb for my cock you’re not even gonna care where you are…”

He drew back and spat heavily on your core, fingers gathering the saliva and dragging them down through your already wetting folds.

“You wanna be fucked dumb baby?” he smirked, voice sweet and thumb running circles around your core. Teasingly pressing at your entrance but never delving inside.

“Yes.” you whined, hips shifting into his grasp.

“Such a nasty little girl…” he observed as you groaned, his middle finger finding its way inside you.

Ducking his head, his lips attached themselves to your mound. Sloppy kisses giving way to harsh, audible lapping as his tongue found its target. Your hips jerking under his heavy-handling.

His broad shoulders splaying your legs apart, he continued his assault. A second finger having snuck its way past your defenses, curling and pumping in tandem with the firm strokes of his tongue against your clit.

You could feel the tension building. The heated coil in the pit of your stomach winding. It wouldn’t be much longer.

“Billy I’m getting …. -” you whimpered, hips rutting against his tongue desperately.

BAM!

The loud thud came from the floor directly above you. Some dust shaking loose off the ceiling light fixture.

You both paused, waiting for more stirrings.

Silence settled back into the house.

You were beginning to look slightly panicked, as Billy curled his fingers harshly up against your upper walls calling your attention back to him.

“Hey…” he commanded sternly.

You met his azure stare, brows furrowed in concern.

“You’re ok baby. It’s an old house, some plaster probably fell or somethin…” he reasoned, fingers scissoring your channel wide.

“Relax baby…” you nodded shakily, laying back down as Billy’s tongue resumed its place. Wrapping around your bud and suckling. Fingers stroking heavily at the pad of flesh that made your toes curl. 

“Billy….” you mewled softly, hand fisting in his curls as the heat grew. The edge was imminent. One more touch and you’d be falling to pieces.

Your pleas hitting his ears Billy’s pace was reaching a feverish pitch, his attentions becoming rough and demanding. Sloppy and gruff, as his teeth scraped and pulled at the hood protecting that pulsing and swollen nerve center from him. 

You cried out, hips jutting involuntarily. Walls tightening around his fingers, threatening to snap them, as you fell apart.

“That’s it baby…such a good girl.” he encouraged. “But we’re not done…”

Letting you take a moment to catch your breath, he gave your ass a playful slap.

“Up baby.” he stated.

You nodded, rolling over, propping yourself up on your knees and elbows.

Billy gave a deep hum of appreciation, a hand coming down on your ass sharply.

“Gonna fuck this pussy until you scream my name.” he stated, with another smack.

Squaring up behind you, he teased his cock between your folds. Dousing himself in your slick.

Leaning flush over your back he leaned in close to your ear, “Gonna fuck your pussy raw baby… you better keep your focus on me.”

You whined, head lolling forward as he pushed himself inside of you. Sliding home and creating a sharp sting that ran up the base of your spine.

Pulling you close, Billy rocked himself into your tight heat.

“Fuck baby you’re always so good. So ready for me to fuck you. Take you like my personal fuck toy….” he droned, cock dragging out and rhythmically pressing back into you in deep slow strokes.

Still riding the aftershocks of your first climax, your fingers dug into the blanket. Each deep stroke of his cock sending tingling shockwaves through you and making you quiver.

“Billy….” you moaned out brokenly, eyes glassy.

“Yeah baby?” he groaned, with a short snap of his hips. Earning him a high yip from your lips. “You know where we are, baby? Still scared?”

 You blinked, brain a bit hazy but far from useless. You knew exactly where you were. And you still hated this house.

Lowering down off your elbows you raised your ass up higher, peering over your shoulder at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “That so huh?” The remainder of the conversation going unspoken, as he drove into you harder. Faster. Hands gripping your hips roughly.

You keened loudly. Eyes snapping shut as his cock rammed your cervix.

“How’s that baby?” he pressed, curling himself over your form. Increasing his pace. 

“Yes Billy!” you whined loudly, head snapping back against your shoulders.

His hand wrapped itself in your hair, pulling your head back, giving him greater purchase as he slammed his hips into yours. Pistoning himself in and out of you in a manner that was beginning to feel overwhelming.

His other hand was tucked around your waist. Snaking between your folds, rubbing at your clit.

You nearly sobbed, the pleasure overloading and clouding your thoughts.

“Baby where are you…?” Billy asked, thrusts not dropping for a moment.

You couldn’t answer. You weren’t even sure if you knew anymore. You just didn’t want him to stop.

“Baby…?” he drawled out in the lowest tone, “tell me…” 

“D-dunno…” was all you could muster in between high rolling mewls and harsh broken moans.

Your body was trembling, muscles warning you of your impending climax, as that coil rewound itself. The pressure building up higher and higher.

“Billy… ‘m close!” you simpered pathetically, hips pressing back to meet his thrusts. 

He growled deeply, index finger pressing circles harshly into your clit as he pushed his cock in to the hilt.

“Cum on my cock baby. Milk my cock…”

You fell apart, keening. Voice nearly cutting short.

Billy letting go of his grip on your hair to stabilize himself. Hand pressed to the ground above your head. Knuckles turning white, as he wrapped himself over top of you.

Buckling as your walls ebbed and contracted around him. 

“Fuckin shit baby….” he rasped, thrusts faltering. Coming in short, remaining seated deep within you as he tumbled off his own ledge. His cock twitching as thick spurts of cum filled you.

You both collapsed, taking a moment to gather your breath before parting.

“You want another beer?” Billy offered.

You rolled over to look at him, still not quite able to speak. You shook your head. 

Not yet.

Blinking slowly, tiredly. You rubbed at your eyes, as Billy got up finding all your discarded clothing.

Dropping your clothing near you, he got dressed.

“Gotta take a piss…” he said, zipping up his jeans. “Be right back.”

Taking deep breaths you slowly drifted back down to earth. And reality. The cold and dampness of the room twinging your skin.

Grabbing your clothes you got dressed hurriedly, hoping to shrug off the shivers continuously running up your spine.

Nearly done, shirt in hand you were about to pull it over your head when a cold hand raked itself down the nape of your neck. You wiggled uncomfortably. Whining childishly.

“Billy, it's not funny anymore…” you pouted.

“What’s not funny?” Billy answered, coming around the corner on the opposite side of the room.

You swallowed, turning slowly on your heels to look behind you.

Nothing.

You laughed nervously, “Maybe I will have another beer…”

Billy already had another one cracked, and a bag of Lays opened.

You took a long drink, nearly downing the whole bottle in one go.

“Woah, slow the fuck down!” Billy cautioned. “There’s plenty more…”

That’s not what you were concerned about.

Billy’s watch chirped.

12:00 AM.

Just then the piano started up. A steady jolly tune emanating from its frame.

The keys were dancing. Moving up and down. Shifting notes of their own accord, all without a player at the bench.

Each key marked in blood, sounding.

Your skin was pricked from head to toe in goosebumps. Your heart was thundering so loudly, you worried it might break free from your chest. You felt faint.

“What the fuck?” Billy exclaimed in disbelief.

“Billy I wanna leave… Now!” you begged.

Billy couldn’t believe his eyes, the tune coming to a crescendo as a vase rose off the end table and flew past him. Smashing into the wall.

“Maybe you’re right…” he muttered, ushering you out to the hallway.

You grabbed onto the back door and pulled. It wouldn’t budge. You shoved frantically, shoulder pressed against the wood, lifting the handle and twisting.

“Billy the door is locked!” you nearly yelled.

Stepping aside, you let him try. Sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as his grip slipped off the handle. A foot wedged against the wall as he tried again to wrench it open.

“What the hell is going on?!” he yelled, looking at you. Panic was beginning to rise in his voice.

“I told you, this place… It’s ––” 

THUD. SHHHHHHHP. THUD. THUD.

Footsteps. Heavy. And the intermittent drop of something along with it. Something weighty. Something ominous.

“Billy we gotta get outta here!” you pushed, running to the dining room and tugging at a window pane. They were nailed shut.

“Move!” Billy shouted, kicking a thick boot at the glass. The window shattered.

Wrapping his hand in his denim jacket he smashed out the rest of the shards, handing you the denim.

“Start the car!” he instructed as he helped you through the sill first and onto the porch.

Tumbling out, you reached back for him only to have his hands pulled out of your grasp.

“Billy!” you screamed, as he disappeared back inside the house.

“The car!” you heard him yell from inside.

Jumping off the porch you ran down the drive to the camaro, throwing open the door and jamming the key into the ignition.

Brrrr Putt Putt Putt Brrrr 

The engine sputtered and whirred, headlights flickering.

“C’mon dammit…” you pled, eyes flitting from the dash to the house and back.

The car continued to whine before completely puttering out.

“Son of a bitch!” you raged, hands beating the steering wheel.

Falling out of the car, you ran back towards the house.

You had to get him out of there. Even if you couldn’t get off the property.

You looked around, eyes spotting the old garden shed.

You kicked the door in, looking for anything helpful.

Grabbing a shovel. A remaining can of kerosene and some rags, you ran.

You returned through the broken window.

“Billy?!” you yelled.

The house was silent.

SCHWING!

You barely saw the glint of dull metal, ducking under the dining room table as an ax blade impacted the wall above you.

CRACK!

You screamed. The table absorbing a blow directly above your head.

CRACK CRACK!

The table was buckling, the woodgrain splitting under the abuse. You couldn’t hide here much longer.

WHAM!

The table split. Exposing you.

A large ghastly figure looming tall above you. You didn’t need to guess who it was you already knew.

It was Wilbur Farley. The man who killed his own brother. Who killed his entire family on August 12, 1938.

He was caked in blood. His face disfigured and gnarled by the self-inflicted wound he had imposed upon himself to remove himself from the world of the living and into the next.

Hands wrapping tightly around the ax handle, he swung it back, raising it high. Ready to deal your coup de grace.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, as you gripped the shovel in your hands, lifting it as your last means of defense. 

“Hey dipshit!” Billy slurred, stumbling into the room. “I wasn’t done with you yet…”

“Billy!” you sobbed in relief, eyes washing over his battered form.

Spitting the blood from his mouth, Billy dug his feet into the floor. Hands splayed wide. Stance ready.

“Come get me fucker.” he taunted. 

Running straight at him, Wilbur Farley hit Billy dead on. Pushing him back through the room like a linebacker on a 4th down play. Billy’s feet scrambling for purchase on the dust covered rug and finding none.

His hands wrapped around Farley’s ax, Billy grappled with the monster. Being flung against the wall, his head denting the plaster as he slumped to the floor.

Running to Billy’s side you shook him. He was out cold. 

Setting down the kerosene, you wielded the shovel.

“Hey ugly!” you yelled, grabbing the monster’s attention. “You ever fight fair, or have you always been a pussy?”

Farley tilted his head as if he was contemplating you insult, before he took a giant running swing at you.

You jumped back, slamming the ax down with your shovel and slicing up. Ramming him in the face with the shovel’s blade.

It sent him reeling backwards. Stunned. But not for long.

He was angry now.

Rushing you, he hit you square in the chest with the blunt side of the ax before you could react. You fell flat on your back gasping for air, the shovel thrown far from your grasp.

Reaching. Clutching. Grasping for anything you could put your hands on you felt the floor. 

Nothing.

You were going to die.

Click.

“You really shouldn’t pick on girls…” Billy’s voice drawled out. “They got a funny way of getting even with you…”

Click.

He had lit a rag… dipped into the kerosene canister.

“Get your ass up…” he urged, as you clamored to your feet and ran.

Billy threw the tin, Farley catching it. Looking confused as the kerosene tipped out onto the rag, igniting.

Running to the dining room you jumped out the window, Billy finally climbing out after you, as you both flew down the path to the camaro. The windows to the hows blowing out with flames as the house became progressively engulfed.

Getting into the driver’s seat, Billy turned the keys the car whining. “C’mon baby you can do it….” he murmured. 

The car whined and sputtered, whirring.

“C’mon baby….” he continued.

The engine turned over. Sparking to life.

“That’s a good girl.” he praised, pleasantly patting the dashboard.

You couldn’t believe it. 

Billy looked at you, “What, you wanna stay and catch a charge?”

“No,” you pouted, coming around and sinking into the passenger’s seat.

The drive back to Hawkins was quiet.

“Billy?” you asked.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Next year we’re watching a movie or I’ll kill you myself…” you mentioned.

“Deal” he snickered.

[alien-magnolia]

Stranger Things - Spookinktober —

Those Woods Look Scary, Eds!

Characters:

- Dom! Eddie Munson

-sub! Fem reader

- special guest: cryptid

Fic warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. Bit of heavy smut, d/s dynamics. Praise / degradation kink. Daddy kink. Semi-public sex. @sparklingsin

“How about here? Does that sound good to you, princess?” your boyfriend asks you, pointing to a map, dark brown eyes peering into yours. “Hmm, I don’t know Eddie. This place looks kinda scary…” you say, as you sheepishly rub your arm down on your pink sweater that you had on over your dress.

“Awww. Too scary for you baby?? Is the big bad monster gonna get you? That’s okay. You’ll have your freak of Hawkins to protect you,” he smugly smiles at you. You know he’s mocking you. But that’s just part of your dynamic. Eddie’s your daddy dom, and you’re his cute innocent girl. Who is very feminine, and does not like scary things whatsoever !! But he does enjoy to corrupt you, from time to time. You had a feeling tonight was one of those nights.

The two of you walked along the dark woodsy path. You both drove down to the woods at around 10pm. Now, at 10:15, the both of you have begun your walk. It was very narrow and steep, and Eddie had to help you climb over some of the branches, one of his hands around your waist, and one holding your manicured pink hand. Just to make sure you don’t fall, of course.

Suddenly, a branch poked you in the thigh, it’s wood penetrating your skin. “Ah… shit!,” you screamed, and winced in pain. Eddie, with a worried look on his face, went on to tell you to watch your mouth first. “Language, princess. Language. Remember my rules , yeah sweet girl? Now, let me see what scratched you here.” He sits you down and pulls out a flashlight, shining it on your leg. He leans in closer to your thigh, his tongue poking out a bit of his mouth. He is concentrating. “Ah there we go. I see the culprit. You got a little splinter, babe.” “Eds !! You begin to whine. “It hurts,” you say, with a big pout. “I know it does, sweetheart. You poor thing. I’ll pull it out for you , don’t you worry.” your sweet boyfriend replies to you. And then he does. Luckily he has a little bandage with him, and he puts it over your cut. He always came prepared, one thing you loved about him.

An hour later, it had begun to get colder. You held Eddie’s hand as he tugged you through a pile of damp, dead leaves. It was almost midnight, and as you looked up toward the inky sky, you could see the silhouettes of bats flying over the bare trees above. The branches swung above your heads like claws, shaking in the wind, violently attempting to grab at you. Suddenly — a few thuds could be heard off in the distance. You whined immediately and grabbed onto Eddie's arm. He brought you in closer and shone his (very dim) flashlight in that direction. Nothing to be seen. Yet the two of you felt something there… a presence of a sort.

“Eddie. I’m scared!!” you shriek, as you look up at your boyfriend, still concentrating to find where the noise came from. “Be brave for me baby. Be brave for me, sweet thing,” he tuts, as he runs his hands through your hair.

“Looks like we found our big bad monster. Legend has it that we got a wendigo in these woods…” he trails off. He shines the flashlight forward and the two of you keep walking. After a bit of thinking, you tug on his jacket sleeve and look up at him. “Eds.” “Hmm?” he looks up with his eyebrow raised. “What’s a wendigo?”

He chuckles. He loved it when he had to explain things to you. He wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel nice. “Well, baby, a wendigo is a type of monster, a cryptid, found in the North-American wilderness. It’s 15 feet tall. It has a skeleton head of some kind of deer, and a werewolf-like body. It waits in the woods, it hides, stalking its victims. And then, once it finds them, it drags them back to its cave of origin. And it eats their flesh. Skins them alive.” He spoke in his dungeon master voice now. You looked back up at him, completely terrified. To your surprise, he was laughing a bit.

He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in towards his chest. “Aww. Is my baby all scared now?” he starts to mock. “No Eds.” You lied. You were actually terrified. “I’m being brave,” you say instead, not wanting to tell him the truth. “Good girl,” he smirks, and presses a few wet kisses to your forehead. The two of you keep walking on, until he decides to randomly grab you, and pin you up against a tree. “Eds…” you start. “These woods are scary, and it’s cold! What if the Wendigo is here? I might get my clothes dirty.”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, princess. We can wash those clothes of yours. And if that cryptid is here, you got your big, strong, dungeon master to protect you,” he laughs, and does a little bow. “Maybe I’ll cast a little spell on him. But honestly, sweets, you’re the one casting spells here. Because you’re fucking irresistible,” he says, as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. His hand runs over your skin, tracing your chest a bit. “How about this deal, sweetheart. I protect you from the big, bad, monster, and in return, you let me eat that sweet pussy of yours,” he purrs at you. Even though it was dark, you could see it in his eyes. He was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you. Which he did. You didn’t mind.

“Okay, Eds,” you say, as you run your hand through his long hair. “That’s my girl.” As soon as you knew it, he started pulling up your dress. He loved it when you wore dresses, it was “easy access” for him, to reach your “princess parts,” as he called it. And boy, did he love those. You wore a lacy lavender thong tonight, his favorite as well. He pulled that off with his teeth, and soon enough, his big lips were on yours, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. His two hands held your thighs in place. You squirmed a bit when he started to move his tongue around, licking up and down your folds. “Stop moving, sweetheart. I don’t wanna miss a spot. You know that daddy has to be very thorough…” he grunts, trying to bury his face even deeper and deeper between your legs. Before you knew it, you were moaning his name, your face all red from how thorough he was being. God, you loved it. His big hands gripped your thighs so hard that he usually left marks. Again, you didn’t mind.

“Eddie. Eds…” you start off, with a breathy moan. “Call me by my proper name, princess. You know the rules…” he taunts you. “Daddy…,” you start. “Wanna cum. Please. Please let me. Don’t wanna wait. I’ve been good!! I promise,” you plead to him. Eddie was a bit sadistic, in a way that sometimes he would edge you, make you beg real hard in order to get that sweet release. “Not gonna make you beg tonight. Since the monster’s here and all,” he smiles. You still wait for his permission. “What a good girl, waiting for me. Go on. Cum. Let it all out for me, baby.” And you did. Eddie offered to clean you up too, in that where he licks all the cum right off you. “Legs up, princess,” he says to you, as he puts your thong back on, and pulls down your dress.

——————————————————————

“Feeling less scared?” “Yes, daddy,” you smile, and stand up on your tippy-toes, to give him a few more kisses. “I feel relaxed and all better now,” you assure him. “Good. Here. Take my jacket, it’s getting a little too cold out here. Don’t want my girl getting sick,” he says, as he hands you his leather jacket. “Eds! I’m fine, promise,” you start. “Uh-uh princess, I don’t want you getting sick. Come on, put that jacket on,” he says to you, a bit sternly. “Okay,” you agree, and he even helps you put on the jacket. “All warm??” “Not yet…” you reply. He responds by putting his arm around you, pulling you close.

“How about we walk like this the rest of the way. You’ll be safer from the creepy wendigo…” he says, in that dungeon master voice of his. You giggle. When he did his silly voices, it always cheered you up. Maybe this night in the woods wouldn’t be so bad. You had your Eddie here to save you :)

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[seidenbros]

Personal Problem

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 1946 Summary: Halloween party at Steve's with the whole bunch, and a movie to top it off. Everoyne's in costume and Eddie dressed up as Axl Rose has you wanting to tear his clothes off, only that Eddie really puts a damper to your mood when you tell him that you're wet Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, mutual masturbation, bit of dirty talk, use of a vibrator (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI A/N: better late than never but still in time for @sparklingsin 's Spookinktober. I took the prompt "I'm wet - sounds like a personal problem" from the list, and already knew what I wanted to write, but work got in the way, soooo still in time for Halloween, here we go! The first thing I've written in weeks, but at least it looks like I'm back

Steve’s Halloween party was actually something you’d been looking forward to, because instead of it being one of these bis parties, it was a get together for you and your friends. Of course, there was alcohol for the older ones, music, a couple more people than had been invited, but it wasn’t going to be a party that would have Steve clean up the whole place for two days. Dustin and Mike were lost in debate about God knows what, whole Max and El giggled about something in the corner, definitely up to something. It was a comfortable atmosphere with all the people you loved around. But you only had eyes for your boyfriend. Why? Apart from being absolutely in love with him, he was dressed like Axl Rose, because you’d once told him that you think he’s sexy and that the look would suit Eddie. He’d kept that in mind and had surprised you with that Halloween costume, destroying your idea of maybe going for a couples costume, but it didn’t matter once you saw him.

Your own costume consisted of denim shorts, a red tanktop and white slippers, looking like Baby in Dirty Dancing in the scene on the bridge. You’d even styled your hair like hers as much as that was possible. You’d woven a story around both your costumes, that Baby had opted for the rockstar instead of the dancer, pissing her parents off even more, but in the end: Love wins. Not that anybody needed a story, but you liked it.

Eddie though… Damn, you’d nearly kept him at home and hadn’t made it to the party, because seeing him like that had made you squeeze your thighs together. It had been him who’d pretty much dragged you out of your apartment to get to the party, not even realising how much he made your head spin. Just looking at him, seeing him in that outfit with a bright smile on his lips made your mouth water and arousal pool low in your belly.

But you still had to make it through the movie somehow. After that you could hopefully drag him back home and have your way with him, because while the outfit definitely turned you on, the man inside those clothes turned you on even more.

Sitting next to him once the movie started, you leaned close to his ear, because it wasn’t fair that you were squirming in your seat while he was completely infazes, so you wanted to change that.

“I’m wet, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, letting your lips drag along his earlobe, and while he shivered at the touch, his words made your jaw drop.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” he whispered back, his hand landing on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.

You gasped audibly, drawing attention from Steve and Robin towards you, when you leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt Eddie move closer, his lips now next to your ear.

“I’m just kidding, you know that?” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin on your thigh.

“Mhm,” you answered and left it at that. Sure he was kidding. But he’d see what this would get him in the end.

You didn’t say anything else during the movie, feeling a little frustrated because of him, but you knew how to pay him back once you were home. So after you’d said goodbye to the others, you dropped off Dustin, before you drove to your apartment. Eddie was raving about the movie, how good it was, and scary and you simply nodded along, because you hadn’t really paid attention, too pissed off because of his comment. Usually it was something that made him all hot and bothered, ready to get you home as quickly as possible to tear your clothes off. Not today. And it was a bit confusing.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he eventually asked when he stopped in front of the building, shutting off the engine.

“Nothing, just tired.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t want to discuss this in the car. Or at all to be honest.

“Are you sure?”

“Eddie,” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt, before you opened the door. “I just wanna go home, alright?” You gave him a curt smile, before you closed the door and went ahead to the front door, unlocking the doors to the building then alter to the apartment, Eddie following close behind.

You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind once the door was closed. Just for a second, you melted into him, longing to be close to him, but then you thought better of it and stepped out of his embrace.

“Alright, princess, you need to tell me what’s up, cause I’m drawing a blank here as to what I did.”

It was difficult for you to keep your distance, because he still looked so incredibly hot that you wanted to jump his bones. But no, not right now, not like this.

“There’s just some personal problem I need to take care of, that’s all,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, before you took off your shoes, whipped your tanktop over your head while heading to the bedroom. Your shorts followed shortly after that, as well as your panties that were drenched in you slick, because even though Eddie’s response had put a damper on your mood, you’d still been squirming in your seat, aching for some release, and that was what you were going to get now.

Eddie stood rooted to the spot for a moment, before he realised what you were talking about. With a sigh, he followed you.

“You know that I didn’t really mean that, right?” he called out to you, before he reached the bedroom door, where he had to swallow, being faced with your naked butt while you were leaning down to your nightstand, rummaging through the drawer. “What are you doing?” His eyes wandered from your ass up your back while you straightened again. When you turned around to him, you could see him swallow.

“Told you… I’m gonna take care of my personal problem.” Your eyes caught on the front of his pants, where you could see what your look did to him. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes widen at the sight of your vibrator. “And you’re not allowed to touch me. This is my problem after all.” Oh you were beginning to enjoy that, knowing how hard he was getting in his pants just at the mere sight of you right now, knowing what you were about to do.

You crawled onto the bed, wiggling your butt to give him something more to look at, and you were happy that he really didn’t move, still stood where he was when you turned around on the bed and settled back against the pillows. You hadn’t worn a bra because it hadn’t gone with the costume, so that was perfect now. Your nipples were already pebbling because of the situation, because of the way Eddie looked at you.

Your eyes locked with his, you put your vibrator to your lips, swirling your tongue around it, just to tease Eddie, because you were already dripping onto the bed. When you lowered your hand and pushed the vibrator between your folds, Eddie moaned at the sight, wasting no time to push his pants down.

“What are you… doing?” you asked a little breathlessly, already feeling the pleasure from the vibrations and the penetration, but what really made you squirm a little was the look on Eddie’s face.

“You said not to touch you. You said nothing about myself!” His eyes darted to yours, before they slowly scanned over your body, resting for a moment on your perky nipples, before his eyes dropped down to your cunt again, watching how you fucked yourself with that vibrator. Eddie didn’t have a problem with toys in the bedroom, absolutely not, he liked using them together with you, but right now, he was jealous of a goddamn toy, and it was his own fault.

“Mhh fuck Eddie… feels so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes, head pushed back against the pillows. You were teasing him on purpose and you knew that it was working by the way he groaned and stepped closer to the bed. When you opened your eyes again you could see him get on his knees on the bed between your spread legs, careful not to touch you anywhere.

The sight of him on his knees, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, hips thrusting forward to fuck his fist, was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. Spurred on by his reaction to seeing you like this, you decided to put on a little show for him.

“So good… So so good, Eds… fill my pussy so good with your big cock!” Your moans got louder, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself with your vibrator, the other hand grabbing your left tit, squeezing it, pinching your nipple.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me, princess!” Eddie groaned, inching even closer, eyes darting between your pussy and your face, the look of pleasure on it almost too much for him.

“God Eddiiiiee!” You drew out his name, loving the way his hips stuttered a little when you did that, his movements going erratic. “‘M so close… mhh fuck I’m gonna come!” You could feel the pleasure building, felt the knot in your stomach about to snap.

“Please… please come for me, princess. Wanna see you when you do!” Eddie was close as well, only holding out to focus on you, to look at you while you were making yourself come.

“Oh… God… fuck!” Your back arched off the bed when that knot snapped, wave after wave of pleasure shaking your whole body, making your head swim, but you were still aware of something warm and wet hitting your stomach.

“Fuuuuck!” you heard Eddie moan, losing it himself, his come covering your stomach. When you looked up and your eyes locked with his, he did look a bit sheepish. “Didn’t touch you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t!” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation, at him, because you could have sent him out, probably should have, but you loved seeing and hearing him come too much to not experience this together.

“That was fucking hot, I have to say!” Eddie leaned over you, his cock brushing against your folds, making you his due to being so sensitive. His head dipped down to kiss your lips, then your cheek.

“Mhm it was… still…” Even though it had been amazing, and you would definitely do that again, you were still a bit pissed because of his reaction earlier.

“How about I make it up to you? My behaviour at the party?” 

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked, closing your eyes because his kisses felt so good.

“Hmm maybe I could carry you to the shower, since we both need it… And then gonna lather you up, get you all clean, only to turn you around then and fuck you so that you won’t be able to walk back to bed. How does that sound?” His words whispered in your ear made you shiver and arousal pool between your legs once again.

“Mhh sounds good,” you admitted breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he started to sit back and lift you up. 

“Good… Really gotta make my behaviour up to you.”“Mhm… I agree!” Still, you smiled, because you knew that Eddie always made it up to you.

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[sparklingsin]

Eddie eats you out like he does everything, loud and full of exuberance.

need this line tatted on my arm, this was sooo hawt 🔥🥵

in love with the way eddie is written here and god, first times are my weakness so this was phenomenal! eddie being sweet with the candles and everything 🥺 loved loved loved this!!!!

First Time: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

For the spookinktober writing challenge. Prompt: praise @sparklingsin

CW: 18+ (minors DNI) language, loss of virginity, praise, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

"Are you sure?", Eddie asks hesitantly.

He’d been so patient and careful with you, enduring months of jacking off alone after you had ended heated make out sessions abruptly.

Of course, Eddie has assured you that it was fine. He understood that you hadn't been ready, too nervous to be so vulnerable with him just yet.

Finally ready, you were laid out on Eddie’s bed, looking up at him with a soft smile. It seemed like he was just as nervous as you were, wanting to make this good for you.

Candles littered his uncharacteristically clean room, bed made and clothes neatly hung in the closet instead of their usual home on the floor.

Eddie’s big brown eyes were even more beautiful in the flickering glow from the candles, making your stomach twist with want.

"Just relax, I'll take care of you, I promise."

You take a deep, steadying breath and nod, “I know you will.”

Eddie brings one hand up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, the wind knocked out of you by the love and hunger you see in Eddie’s.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he breathes, slinking down the bed to settle between your thighs.

Spreading them further, he places a kiss to your mound, looking up at you for approval. A quick nod is all he needs to spread you with his fingers, kissing your clit gently.

He chuckles at your sharp inhale, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your clit as his tongue darts out taste.

Your head falls back into the pillows, mouth slack as a breathy moan escapes. Eyes sliding shut, your hands travel down to rest against his shoulders.

“Hey”, Eddie says as he pulls away from your core, looking up at you.

Eyes opening, you peer down at him questioningly.

“What did I say? Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me make you cum.”

You do as you’re told, watching his every move as he does exactly what he said he would.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, he sucks the bud into his mouth as he moans, the vibrations sending a spike of pleasure through you. His fingers circle your hole slowly, a guttural groan escaping you as he stretches you gently.

Eddie eats you out like he does everything, loud and full of exuberance. The filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up your wetness and your moans only spur him on, trying to pull more sounds from your parted lips. He looks up at you, holding your gaze as he hums, chuckling into your folds when you gasp.

Your orgasm builds quickly, so much faster than when you touch yourself alone that you’re almost shocked when you feel it about to hit.

“Close”, is all you can mumble before pleasure rushes over you, back arching as you tumble over the edge.

“There you go”, Eddie praises as he watches you writhe on his fingers, feeling how tight you’re squeezing them. He can’t let himself think about how tight you’re going to be around his dick or he’ll come on the spot.

Chest heaving, you fall back onto the pillows, arm hiding your face as you giggle.

“What’s so funny?”, Eddie asks, flopping down onto the mattress beside you.

“S’just really good”, your chest vibrates with your laughter.

Eddie laughs with you, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Y’know, if you thought that was good, I think actual sex is going to rock your world.”

“Oh, is that so?, you ask, reaching to cup the bulge in his jeans. “Then get over here and show me.”

Eddie gasps, hips bucking up into your touch. He fists the sheets as he watches you settle between his legs, fingers making quick work of getting his clothes off.

A loud, broken moan comes from your boyfriend when your mouth hovers over his erection, a firm hand wrapping about the base.

Tongue darting out, you lap at the head, humming at the taste of his precum.

“Hah—baby”, Eddie says hurriedly, arms shooting out to pull you up. “If you do that I won’t last.”

You can’t help but pout, a soft humph rumbling in your chest.

“Next time, I promise”, he pulls you down against his chest before he rolls you so he’s now looming over you.

“Next time? That’s a little cocky, assuming there’s going to be a next time”, you gasp against his lips as his cock grinds against your core, head catching on your swollen clit.

“Confident”, Eddie corrects, pulling you into a heated kiss, hips continuing to grind into yours.

He takes hold of the base of his cock, tapping the head against your soaked hole. “Ready?”

You nod, giving him a soft smile. “Ready”, you reply breathlessly.

Eddie braces one hand next to your head on the pillow, slowly guiding himself into you.

Gasping sharply when the head sinks in, your brow furrows as you hiss.

“Shh. I know, I know”, he soothes, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just breathe.”

“‘Kay”, you let out a shaky breath, “kiss me?”

Your lips meet in a fervent kiss, Eddie putting every ounce of love and affection into it in the hopes of soothing your discomfort.

“Okay”, you breathe against his cheek. “You can keep going.”

He sinks into you inch by inch, the hand at the base of his cock moving to grip your hip as he bottoms out.

“You're doing so well for me", Eddie croons down at you, eyes soft and loving as he mouths at the hinge of your jaw.

Panting into each other’s mouths, he stays still until you murmur, “move” against his lips.

The slow drag of his cock inside of you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, nerves lighting up with pleasure. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat damp skin as you pant into his neck.

“Okay?”, Eddie asks breathlessly, keeping his thrusts gentle as he falls into a steady rhythm.

“Yes”, you moan into his neck, mouth latching on to suck an angry bruise into the skin. “More.”

Eddie lifts himself off of you to sit up a bit, hands under your ass as he shifts the position of your hips.

A wolffish grin spreads across his face as your back arches, a needy whimper escaping as you babble. “Ohmygod, Eddie. So fucking good. I can’t—fuck.”

He quickens his pace, hips snapping into yours as the head of his cock drags deliciously against your gspot. 

You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under him, face and chest flushed and heaving.

Eddie’s not much better, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead as he groans long and loud, feeling you start to tighten around him. He’s trying his best to hold off his own orgasm until you come.

His hand settles between you, thumb making quick circles against your clit. Your hips buck into his touch, rocking yourself down onto his cock as he thrusts in.

“I can feel how tight you’re getting, are you gonna come for me?”

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm builds.

Eddie feels your muscles start to seize, your legs shaking as you teeter on the edge. He leans in close, growling into your ear.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come for me. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

That’s all you need to hear before you’re shaking apart, howling as your orgasm washes over you, so intense your vision whites out for a moment or two.

Eddie hunches over your, groaning into your ear as he slams into you a handful of times before he’s gone, biting down on your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.

He rolls off of you after a moment, pulling you in to tuck you into his side as you both catch your breath.

“So, will there be a next time?”, Eddie teases.

You elbow him, giggling when he makes a wounded noise for show. “Oh fuck off.”

[loveshotzz]

Eddie Munson

18+

|One Shots|

Love Bites

Eddie hooks you up with an eighth after showing up to his place strapped for cash.

Closer

AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Safe Space

You and Eddie share the same nightly routine but when he can tell you need an escape he offers up what makes him feel better.

Saturday Night’s Main Event

Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie. Sharing his love for WWF he won’t let you watch Saturday Nights Main Event with anyone else.

Strangertober: Pumpkin

Carving pumpkins and watching Halloween, Eddie learns you have a new kink.

Strange Love

You and Eddie seem to hate each other, so why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?

Walls Could Talk

You warned Eddie what would happen if he was late picking you up because of Chrissy again.

Lilith 01

you won’t let Eddie get too close.

My Favorite Customer

You’ve been buying weed from your new dealer for a few months now. Always leaving it in your mailbox while you’re at work, you two never cross paths until one Friday night when you come home early.

I Was Made For Loving You

Eddie’s in love with you and can’t keep his hands to himself.

Rude Boy

fuckboy!eddie

Alone in a basement at Reefer Rick’s party, you finally catch Eddie’s attention.

Whatta Man - Eddie’s Night

After being stood up by a blind date at The Foxy Lounge, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with all night keeps you company.

|Series|

Burn One - completed - 5/5

When you move to Hawkins to start over, your new unexpected friendship with your weed dealer next door is your saving grace. It was never your intention to fall in love with him though.

New Years Eve - completed -4/4

You and Steve find comfort in each other trying to mend your broken hearts. Crossing the line at Steve’s New Years Eve party feelings start to get involved.

There’s a place for me - 1/?

On the run for wrongful murder charges, Eddie finds himself stopping in a sleepy ocean side town far enough from Hawkins where he can lay low for awhile. Running from the people that want him dead, his only hope is that his past doesn’t catch up to him. Especially when he meets the pretty eye’d waitress up the street.

|Requests|

* Reader gets into Eddie’s Dom Kinks.

* Eddie starts to notice a change in his virgin bestfriend.

* Perv!eddie x Perv!reader One & Two

* Surprising Virgin!eddie w/ roadhead

* Sex in the Hellfire Room

* Vampire!eddie x vampire!reader

* Eddie angst (very dark themes)

*hands

[sarahisgay01]

I Suggest You be Quiet

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Fem!Reader

Prompt: “If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken.” @sparklingsin

Notes: Nancy and Reader are in an established relationship, exhibitionism (kinda), degrading, spanking, crying

You and Nancy met while working on the school paper, you were a junior, while she was a senior. Nancy was the head journalist and in charge of the school paper. Usually only seniors got to help the head journalist with their interviews and articles, but you were Nancy’s right hand woman. The first time Nancy saw you, her heart skipped a beat. She thought you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen, so effortlessly beautiful. After the first month of you working on the paper, she saw that you had a lot of potential. She saw that you’re hardworking, determined, and extremely smart. So, she came to talk to you about an opportunity for you. You’re not going to lie, the first month of journalism with Nancy, you were intimidated by her. She’s just so amazing, the way she writes, how much time and effort she spends on the paper, and the way she always looks perfect. Everyday that you walk into school, she always looks perfect, absolutely stunning, every single day. So, when she pulled you aside to talk to you, you were nervous that maybe you did something wrong. The last thing you wanted to do was to make Nancy upset. This was months ago, but you remember the conversation like it was yesterday. She said, “(Y/N), are you busy? I’d like to talk to you for a sec?” Her tone was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if it’s good or bad, but you could never say no to her, never. You reply, “Y- Yeah, Nancy. I’m free right now. Uh- what’s uh- what’s up?” Nancy replied, “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to work with me? You’d be kind of like my assistant. I really like your writing and I’ve been observing the way you work. I like it and I think you have a lot of potential. You’d work directly with me, help me with articles and I’d take you with me on interviews, stuff like that.” You were frozen, mouth agape, no words leaving your mouth for several seconds. Once you finally snapped out of it, you asked, “Isn’t that- Isn’t that normally for- for seniors only?” Nancy smiled and said, “Mhmmm, usually, yes. But I found you and your work more fitting to be my assistant.” You smiled back at her and said, “Nancy, I’d- I’d love to!” Her smile got wider and she said, “Great! That’s amazing, (Y/N)!” Ever since that day, you and Nancy were practically inseparable. The two of you became really good friends for a little over a month and you got really close to some of her friends, Robin especially. You and Nancy’s friendship blossomed into a romantic relationship after both of you confessed your feelings to each other. Ironically, you both went to Robin for advice and she takes credit for the two of you dating. The only people who know are Nancy’s close friends and her brother’s friends. It’s been a little over three months since you and Nancy started dating. A little over three months of going on fake interviews, secret touches, “working late” on the paper, etc. You swear that every day, Nancy starts to get braver with her touches and god were you right.

Today, you had an attitude, for no reason, you just woke up with one. You were constantly pushing Nancy’s patience, refusing to do work, complaining about things she asked you to do, touching her after she asked you to stop, and what you did next, made her snap. The icing on the cake, was when she said, in a stern voice “(Y/N), stop acting like a brat and do what I ask” and you replied, “Make me.” That was it, she snapped. The two of you were the only people in the journalism room and when she moved to lock the door, you weren’t sure what she was going to do. You said, “Uh Na- Nance, what’re y-”, she cut you off and said “Shut up”, making you whimper. Nancy walked to the back of the room, then sat down on the couch that was back there. In a stern tone, she said, “(Y/N), come here, now.” Quickly, you moved over to her with a worried expression on your face, but you thought, surely she wouldn’t punish you at school. You were wrong, so very wrong. When you looked down, you noticed she was on the edge of the couch with her knees were pressed together. She had also pulled her long skirt up to expose her bare thighs. The worried expression on your face grew when you realized what she was going to do. She said, “(Y/N), lay down”, pointing at her thighs, and you replied, “But- But, Na- Nance, we’re in- we’re in public. People will- People will hear me.” Nancy said, “If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken. If you didn’t want to be punished in public, than you shouldn’t have been a brat in public. Now, lay down.” The sternness of her tone made you whimper and immediately you did what she asked. Condescendingly, she said, “Was that so hard, (Y/N)? Was it so hard to do what I ask, sweetheart?” You whimpered again and begged Nancy, saying, “Nance, please! Please don’t! I’ll be good now! I promise! I promise, I’ll be good! Please don’t!” Nancy meanly chuckled and replied, “Oh sweetheart, it’s to late for apologies. You’ve had an attitude all fucking day and I’m sick of it.” As she said her last sentence, she pulled up your skirt, exposing your ass and the little bit of fabric from the thong you were wearing. She said, “We should take this off, hmmm?” as she snapped the waistband of your thong. Nancy continued, saying, “I wouldn’t want you to ruin them, sweetheart.” She chuckles as she slips them off of you. Your entire body is tense, you’re worried someone is going to hear you, but it also excites you in a way and Nancy knows that. Nancy says, “You get ten spankings for all the shit you’ve done today. You will count after each one, if you don’t, we will start over. I don’t care how long it takes, we’ll be here all day if we have to. Do you understand?” You choke out, “Y- Yes Na- Nance” and she replies, “Good. I don’t care how loud you are, but if you don’t want to get caught, I suggest being quiet. But I know you’d love to get caught, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Cause you’re just a little fucking slut, right (Y/N)? You want everyone at school to know how much of a little slut you are?” You whimpered, no words came out of your mouth. Nancy said, “Answer me, (Y/N)” and you whimpered out, “Y- Yes, I want- I want everyone to know that- to know that I’m y- y- your slut, Na- Nance.” She chuckles and says, “Of course you do. Cause you’re just a filthy fucking whore.” Then, her hand came down hard on your ass. Tears started to fill your eyes as you hold your mouth shut, trying not to yelp. You choke out, “One” and Nancy mocks you, saying, “Look at you trying to be quiet. How cute, (Y/N).” Then, she spanks you again and a high pitched squeak leaves your mouth. You say “T- T- Two”, as tears are just waiting to roll down your cheeks. By the time she finishes spank four, you’re sobbing, not too loud, but not too quiet either. You say “F- F- Four” and it’s barely audible from the sobbing. Your brain starts to get fuzzy, making your worries of being caught slip into a blur. All you’re focused on now is counting, not wanting to start the spankings over.

Nancy’s hand came down on your ass for the fifth time, this time she landed it, hard. A loud yelp almost escaped your mouth and it would have if you wouldn’t have covered your mouth quickly. You choked out, “Fi- Five”, then Nancy mocked you and condescendingly said, “Aw, did that one hurt, princess? It’s okay, if you continue counting, you’re halfway done, sweetheart.” Your response was just sobs, your brain was far too fuzzy and blurry to respond with any words. The next few spanks weren’t as hard as the fifth one, they still hurt, nonetheless and still made you sob. The last spank she did, was the eighth one, and now Nancy was aiming for your sit spots. After you mumbled out, “Ei- Eight”, she said, “I can’t wait for you to think of this every time you sit down. Every time you feel the pain from me spanking you, you’ll remember that you did this to yourself. That you deserved this punishment, isn’t that right, princess? You think you deserved this punishment?” While sobbing, you choked out, “Y- Yes, Na- Nance, I- I deserve it” which only made you sob more. Your sobs started to get louder, but you couldn’t help it, the pain was getting too much. All you could think is that you only had to endure this for two more times. Nancy slapped your ass for the ninth time, her hand coming down hard, making you bite your hand to stop a yelp from leaving your mouth. You stuttered, “Ni- Ni- Nine” and Nancy said, “You have one more left, princess. I’d make sure you count this one or else you’ll have to start all the way from the beginning.” Thinking about starting over made you whimper. For the tenth and final spanking, Nancy was going to make sure it hurt. She wound her hand back and slapped your ass the hardest she has. The sound that came from it was loud, but you were louder. Even though you covered your mouth, your yelp was still very audible. You loudly sobbed, “Ten!” and you continued sobbing. Your brain was completely fuzzy, no words able to leave your mouth. Nancy moved the both of you, so that you were laying on your side. She held you tight, while you sobbed, your head nuzzled into her chest for comfort. Nancy also whispered calming things to you, trying her best to help you relax and ground you. She kept repeating, “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’ve got you. Your punishment is all done. You did such a good job, (Y/N). You did so well for me, princess. It’s okay, I got you. I got you. Take deep breaths for me, sweetheart.” After ten minutes of sobbing in her arms, you were able to calm down for the most part. You still needed comfort and Nancy knew that. She ran her fingers through your hair and the two of you laid on the couch for another 15 minutes. After those 15 minutes, she said, “How about I drive us back to your house? We can cuddle and watch movies, if you want. Does that sound okay, princess?” You looked at her and softly mumbled, “Please.” She got up, then carefully and gently helped you put your thong back on. Nancy quickly got everything organized in the room and helped you get up without you hurting your ass. The two of you walked out the door and to her car. You hesitated to get in, but took a deep breath, then sat down. A loud whimper left your lips and you started to tear up. Nancy looked over at you and wiped away a couple tears that fell. She looked at you with soft eyes and in a soft tone said, “I know, sweetheart. It’ll be okay, you don’t live far from school. Just put your seatbelt on and be prepared for me to speed, okay?” You nodded, then quickly put your seatbelt on and as soon as she heard the click, Nancy raced out of the parking lot.

You lived a little under ten minutes from school, but since Nancy drove so fast, the two of you arrived in about five minutes. She quickly put the car in park, turned it off, and then rushed over to your side of the car. Nancy helped you out of the car, making sure to be gentle and careful, not trying to hurt you. After getting out of the car, the two of you went directly to your room. You changed into just a baggy hoodie with only your thong underneath it. Nancy took of her skirt and bra, then asked “Do you want to watch a movie or take a nap?” You replied, mumbling, “Nap please” in your sleepy voice, which Nancy loves. She smiles, her heart feeling extremely warm after hearing it and softly says, “Anything for my princess.” She got into your bed, then laid flat and said, “Come here, sweetheart.” Quickly and carefully, you got into your bed, making sure not to apply any pressure to your ass. You nuzzled your head into her chest and wrapped an arm loosely around her waist. Nancy had one hand running her fingers through your hair, while her other arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly into her. She said, “(Y/N), are you okay, sweetheart?” You replied, humming and mumbling, “Mhmmm, just sleepy.” Nancy said, “Okay, just checking. I love you, princess”, then kissed the top of your head. You mumbled back, “I love you too, Nance.” Within minutes you were fast asleep, pulled tightly into Nancy’s body. Nancy fell asleep a little while after you and in your sleep, the loose arm around her waist, turned tighter and you pulled yourself closer to Nancy. The two of you napped for a couple hours and Nancy woke up before you. She woke you up by peppering you in kisses until you were giggling. You said, “I could get used to waking up like that.” She smiled and said, “Well, how about I stay the night and wake you up like that tomorrow morning. Does sound good to you, princess?” You nodded enthusiastically and said, “That sounds so good Nance, please!” She smiled and said, “Okay, sweetheart”, then made her way over to your phone. Nancy called her parents to tell them that she was sleeping over at your house and they said it was fine. All Nancy wanted to do now, was take care of you and she did just that. Nancy cuddled with you while watching movies, made you dinner, and the two of you talked about some article ideas. She was so gentle with you, it made your heart melt impossibly more for her. You absolutely could not get enough of her, you loved her with everything in you. When it was time to go to sleep, she held you tightly in her arms, then said, “I love you so much, (Y/N). You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Then, she kissed the top of your head and you replied, “I love you so much, Nance. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. You’re by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you for taking care of me and comforting me today.” Nancy replied, “Anything for my princess.” Then, she kissed the top of your head again, before the both of you fell asleep. Just like she said, Nancy woke you up the next morning, peppering you with kisses until you were giggling.

I hope you liked it!!🥺💖

[sparklingsin]

THE STRANGER THINGS SPOOKINKTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE!

calling all stranger things writers! i am a hosting a spookinktober (a combination of spooktober and kinktober) writing challenge for the older stranger things characters!

note: you must be 18+ to enter this challenge!

how it works

reblog this post! (sorry but better reach)

send me an ask with any prompts from the list below and a character you want to write for. you can choose how many ever prompts you like in whatever combination (e.g. one from the spooky prompts and two from kinky or only one from kinky etc.)

prompts are not tied to a person, but picking unique, unchosen prompts is encouraged. (prompts that are being used by one or more people will have an ☆ against them)

each ask counts as one fic and you can send as many asks as you like!

there is no restriction on the type of fic (fluff/smut/angst/anything)

it can be a blurb, a one shot, a series, a 23k word fic, but it has to be a reader insert!

tag me and/or use the hashtag #strangertober when posting. (also please mention what your prompts are in the fic, or link to your ask if possible) posting starts on 1st of october and the soft deadline is 31st october, of course, which is when i will be organising the fics into a giant masterlist! you can continue posting after but please try to post it asap since it is an october related challenge!

and that's it! please send me an ask/dm me any questions you may have.

happy writing! 🎃👄

prompts below the cut:

SPOOKY PROMPTS: (this is a combination of sentence starters, settings and random words you can use in the fics)

There was a howling in the distance, but it was coming closer and closer. Now, it was too late to run. ☆

"This is bad. This is very very bad." ☆

"I bet you won't manage to scare me tonight!"☆

"Haha, look! This pumpkin looks just like you!"

“Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen???”☆

“Well that doesn't sound good. Fucking hell.”

“Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?” ☆

Making out in a graveyard can lead to some very unexpected things. ☆

“This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a creature features. It’s really happening, and you’re all in it.”

“We are not doing a couple’s costume.”  ☆

Car doesn’t start

“How do you expect me to sleep after that?”

“Show me your haul.”

Falling, fruit picking, and a rain storm ☆

Playing with Ouija Boards

“You look ridiculous. I love it.”☆

“I dare you to go down there.”

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

“You were gone…I watched you disappear.”

“Somebody’s watching us.”

"It is pretty spooky down here and it smells pretty unnatural so… Yeah. Okay. I’m coming back up." ☆

"I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them. "

" Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."

“Can you stop breathing down my neck?” “Dude, I’m over here.” ☆

Pumpkin carving, a haunted forest, and oversized sweaters ☆

"You're holding my hand." "I just don't want to get lost in the woods at night." ☆

“Alright, well, it looks like a pit of eternal darkness so…”

Late night, consistent door knocking, and an empty front porch. ☆

"Quick, switch costumes with me." ☆

trick-or-treating shenanigans ☆

graveyard ☆

scary movie night ☆

halloween party ☆

too many shadows

cave at a beach, moonlight ☆

in a dark and deserted side hall of an infamous library ☆

halloween sleepover ☆

trapped in a haunted house

haunted house date ☆

large dog

black cat ☆

pumpkins

clowns ☆

dark clouds, an empty house ☆

three knocks, a child crying

abandoned house ☆

spook decorations

a room full of candles ☆

KINKY PROMPTS: (again, this is a mix of dialogues and specific kinks)

Shower sex ☆

"Be brave for me, baby."

Car sex ☆

" I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." ☆

Sixty-nining

"Show me how much you missed me." ☆

Praise kink

“Wanna join?”

Erotic photos

"Want me to serenade you while you strip?" ☆

Nipple play

"Never tease me like that again. "

“Touch me and you lose.” ☆

Breeding kink ☆

"Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." ☆

"It's hot when you talk back." ☆

Fingering ☆

Cockwarming ☆

"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken." ☆

Thigh riding ☆

“I came so hard last night just from a picture of you." ☆

"I've never been this wet before.”

Orgy

"Did i give you permission to come?" ☆

Corruption kink ☆

“I’m hard/wet.” “Sounds like a personal problem.” ☆

Phone sex

Public sex

Semi-public sex

Voyeurism

"Be a good boy/girl and spread your legs."

Edging

"You're mine, and only mine."

Mirror sex ☆

"Please, just touch me."

Squirting

"I missed your hands so much."

Cock worship

"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it." ☆

Cosplay/costume

"I've been thinking about your fingers all this time."

Skinny dipping ☆

"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem." ☆

Dirty talk

note: you can use other kinks etc ofc (except non/dub-con) but your fic must include atleast ONE of these prompts to be a part of this challenge.

Excited to read what everyone writes! Have fun!

tagging some mutuals for visibility (you don't have to participate but a reblog would help!!<3): @sunshinehollandd @angeloddity @taylorsmylover @royalmaybank @lurkymurker @silkscream @darthkenobii @sophia-busch @magicchai

*sourced these prompts from various tumblrs and google

[sarahisgay01]

Let Me Take Care of You

Sub!Robin Buckley x Soft!Dom!Reader

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Prompt: Praise Kink

Notes: Reader and Robin are in an established relationship, Reader has a mommy!kink

It was a Friday night and your parents were out of town on a weekend vacation. Your girlfriend, Robin, was on her way to your house after finishing her shift at Family Video. Steve drove her to your house after both their shifts ended and when she arrived, she looked upset. Immediately upon seeing her you gave her a hug and said, “Hi angel, what’s wrong?” Robin replied, “Hi (Y/N), I’m fine baby, I just had a stressful day at work.” You brought her inside and said, “I’m sorry you had a bad day, angel.” In a sickeningly sweet tone, you asked, “You wanna go up to my room, sweetheart?” Robin’s heart melted, feeling small and submissive, solely from your words. She nodded and mumbled, “Please mommy”, then she looked at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be. You looked back at her lovingly and with so much care, making her heart melt impossibly more. Then you said, “Angel, do you want mommy to take care of you? You want mommy to make you feel good?” Robin nodded and said, “Yes please, mommy.” You nodded and intertwined your fingers with hers, then lead her up the stairs to your room. When the two of you got to your room, you said, “Is it okay if mommy kisses you, sweetheart?” Robin nodded eagerly and said, “Please mommy.” You cupped her cheeks, then slowly and intimately kissed her. When you released from the kiss, a little whine left her lips. You said, “Sweetheart, is it okay if mommy helps you take off your clothes?” She nodded, but said no words and you said, “Be a good girl for mommy and use your words angel.” Robin wanted to be your good girl, she desperately wanted you to praise her. She said, “Yes mommy, please take them off.” You praised her and said, “That’s mommy’s good girl.” A small whine left her lips, she was needy, she needed you and that made your whole body feel hot. You started with taking off her shirt and next was her sports bra. After taking those off, you said, “Mmmm such a pretty girl. So pretty for me, angel. Be a good girl and lay on mommy’s bed.” Immediately, Robin rushed to lay on your bed and you said, “Good girl, sweetheart. Can mommy take these off?” You tugged at her jeans while looking into her eyes and she nodded, then said, “Please mommy, you can take off whatever you want.” When you observed her eyes, you could see the neediness in them, that she was passed wanting you. You said, “Okay sweetheart, let mommy take care of you.” She nodded and you unbuttoned her jeans, then took them off. When you were pulling them down, you noticed the wet patch in Robin’s underwear. You said, “Aw angel, you’re already so wet for mommy” and she replied “Mhmmm, need you. Need you mommy.” Your body felt hot with want, you wanted to take care of her, take all her stress away. You wanted to make your sweet girl feel good and forget about her day, make her feel so good she can only think about you. So, after taking off her jeans, you laid in between her legs. Robin felt your breath on her inner thighs and her hips bucked. You started kissing her thighs while pulling her underwear down her long legs. Her hips kept bucking and you said, “I know, sweetheart. I know, be a good girl for mommy and be patient.” Robin nodded her head rapidly and said, “Yes mommy, I’m sorry! Want to be your good girl! I’ll be good, I promise!” You replied, “I know you will, sweet girl. You’re already being such a good girl for me.” She nodded and a couple seconds later, she was completely bare in front of you. After tossing her underwear onto the floor, you looked at her and said, “So beautiful. You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” A small, quiet whine left her mouth while you moved to position yourself on top of her.

Your lips were hovering mere inches over hers and you whispered, “Be a good girl and let mommy take care of you, sweet angel.” A moan mixed with a whine escaped her mouth, then you kissed her. She tugged at your shirt and when you released from the kiss, she begged you to take it off. Robin said, “Mommy please, please take it off. I want to see you, please mommy!” You smiled and said, “Okay sweetheart, only because you asked mommy so nicely. Since you’ve been such a good girl, do you want me to take my bra off too, angel?” She nodded and said, “Yes please mommy.” You took both articles of clothing off and she stared at you, admiring you. Robin asked shyly, “Mommy can I- can I please t- t- touch you too? Please mommy.” You replied, “Mhmmm, but be a good girl and don’t get in mommy’s way. Okay? Mommy wants to take care of you, sweet girl.” She nodded and said, “Promise I won’t! Promise I’ll be good for you!” You said, “That’s my good girl” and you leaned back down to kiss her. As you were kissing her, she started playing with your breasts, eliciting small moans from you. You moved your mouth down to her neck and started sucking on her tender spots, the most beautiful moans leaving Robin’s lips. Robin’s touches were gentle, the way her hands were your breasts was with so much care. She wasn’t trying to tease you or get a major reaction out of you, she just wanted you to feel good too. You adored her, even after she’s had a stressful day, she still wanted you to feel good. It was the sweetest thing and you set a mental reminder, wanting to tell her how much you appreciated that later. Right now the spotlight is on her though, her pleasure and her needs. After the the third mark you left on her neck, you kissed your way down to the middle of her chest, Robin having to remove her arms away from your chest. You looked up at her and said, “Good girl, angel. Such a good girl for mommy.” She said, “Only for you mommy. I’m yours, your good girl mommy. I’m all yours.” You let out a small moan and said, “God you’re so good to me, Robin.” Then you moved your head to one of her nipples and started slowly flicking it with your tongue. Her moans were beautiful, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard and you wanted to continue hearing them. You began flicking her nipple faster, her moans becoming louder, and she moaned out, “Fuck mommy! So good! Feels so good, mommy!”Then you moved to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Once you were satisfied flicking her nipples with your tongue, you latched your mouth around one and started sucking on it. A loud, high pitched moan of her saying “Mommy” escaped her mouth. When you moved over to her other nipple, you paused and said “You’re being such a good girl, for me sweetheart. Mommy’s good girl.” She moaned in response, then you moved to her other nipple, latching your mouth around it and sucking, like you did with her other one. When you were satisfied playing with her breasts, you kissed down her body. You sucked a line of marks, starting from right below her chest and ending at her hips. When you finished your final mark on her hip, you popped your head up and said, “You’re being so good, angel. So patient for mommy. Keep being good for me, sweetheart.” She nodded and said, “Y- Yes mo- mommy. Anything for- Anything for you.” You smiled and said, “That’s my good girl, so sweet for me.” Robin hummed in pleasure at your words, while you moved to position yourself in between her legs.

When you spread her legs, her hips bucked up and seconds later her body went tense. She said, “Mommy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t- I couldn’t control it. Please mommy, don’t punish me! I’m sorry, please don’t!”, as she was begging, you could hear in her voice that she was tearing up. Immediately you sat up and moved closer towards her head. Her eyes were filled with tears and you quickly cupped her cheeks, rubbing them with the pads of your thumbs. You said, “Hey, hey, don’t cry angel. Mommy’s not going to punish you, okay? I want to take care of you, sweetheart. No punishments, okay? Just relax for me.” Robin replied, “N- No punishments?” and you responded back, “No punishments, sweet angel.” Then you gave her a kiss on her forehead, then her cheek, the tip of her nose, her other cheek, and finally a soft kiss on her lips. Robin said, “Am I- Am I still- Am I still your good girl?” You looked into her eyes and said, “Mhmmm, you’re my good girl, sweetheart. You’re mommy’s good girl, Robin.” She nodded her head and mumbled, “Okay.” You said, “Do you want mommy to continue, sweet girl?” Robin replied, “Can I please- Can I please have a- have a kiss first? Please, mommy.” You smiled at her and said, “Of course, sweet angel. Good girl for using your manners.” Then, you kissed her sweetly, reassuring her that tonight was for her pleasure, nothing more, nothing less. After you kissed her, you moved to position yourself in between her legs again, your head in between her thighs. You said, “Sweet girl’s so wet for mommy. I’ll be there so soon. Mommy will make you feel so good, angel”, then you started kissing up one of her thighs and when you got to the top, you moved to do the same thing on her other thigh. Before you moved, Robin let out a small whine and you said, “I know, sweetheart. Mommy’s almost there. You’re doing so good, angel. Being so patient, just like mommy asked.” She nodded her head, more so reassuring herself, more than responding to you. Then you moved to start kissing up her other thigh. When you got to the top, you centered your mouth over her throbbing, untouched clit. You lightly licked it, and the most beautiful moan left Robin’s mouth. Her moan elicited a small moan from you and the vibrations from it made Robin’s hips buck up. You started licking her clit just a little bit faster, taking your time with her. Robin’s moans were getting louder and when her legs started to shake, you knew she was getting close to her orgasm. Seconds later, she choked out “Cl- Close, Mo- Mommy! Pl- ease can I- Please can I c- c- cum? Pl- Please mommy.” You quickly replaced your tongue with two finger and lifted your head, then said, “You’ve been such a good girl for mommy, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask permission tonight, angel.” Her eyes were about to roll back to her head and she loudly moaned out, “Th- Thank y- y- you, mo- mommy! Th- ank y- you!” You smiled, then lowered your head back down and switched back to using your tongue on her clit. Robin’s entire body arched and she loudly moaned out, “Fuck mommy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Mommy! Mommy! Mo-” Her moans were cut off by her own orgasm and it hit her hard. Your tongue continued its pace on her clit, licking it through her orgasm, but when it was completely ridden out, you still didn’t stop. Her words were broken as she moaned them out, saying, “S-o g- ood mommy! So g- ood! D- Don’t st- op! Don’t st- op!” You continued like she wanted and you slowly slide two finger inside her. Robin screamed out, “Holy fuck, mommy! Oh my god!” and you began moving your fingers. When her legs started to spasm, you curled your fingers inside her, over and over again, targeting her special spot. It only took a few curls until she came all over your fingers. When she came, all that left her mouth was a broken moan of her saying, “Mommy.” Slowing your movements down, you rode her through her orgasm. You still wanted to coax one more out of her, so you popped your head up from between her thighs to look at her.

Her eyes met yours and you said, “You’re being such a good girl, sweetheart. You think you can cum one more time for mommy, angel?” She weakly nodded and mumbled, “Y- Yes mommy.” You replied, “Good girl, sweetheart. Mommy’s good girl.” Robin moaned from your words and you lowered your head back down and slowly slid your cum soaked fingers out of her. She let out a whimper, feeling empty from the loss. Her whimper turned into a loud moan when your tongue went inside her entrance. The two fingers that were previously inside Robin, were now rubbing tight circles on her clit. Her mouth hung open, but only broken noises and moans left her lips. You hummed at the taste of her cum on your tongue and you wanted Robin to cum directly on it. Her body arched as you started going in and out of her entrance with your tongue. You also started to speed up the movements on her clit, making her legs spasm out of control. A loud, high pitched, “Mommy” left her lips as she came again. You slowed your movements and once her orgasm was completely ridden out, you retracted your fingers from her clit, then moved your head up. Robin was in a complete state of bliss and you said, “You were such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Such a good girl for mommy. Can mommy clean you up now and then grab a towel afterwards? Is that okay?” She nodded her head, too blissed out to speak. You asked, “You wanna suck on mommy’s fingers while I clean you up?” Robin weakly nodded and you took your fingers soaked in her cum up to her mouth. She opened her mouth and you slid them inside, then she began sucking them clean. You gently rubbed your free hand on the top of her thigh, trying your best to soothe and ground her. Then, you lowered your head, back in between her thighs and looked at her pussy. It was dripping wet with a combination of her cum and wetness, looking so pretty for you. You carefully took your tongue and licked up everything the best you could without overstimulating her. When you finished, your lips and chin were soaked from cleaning her up. Robin looked at you as you were about to get up and whined. You looked at her and said, “What is it, sweet girl?” Robin, very weakly mumbled, “Kiss please.” You smiled and said, “Of course, sweetheart. Thank you for using your manners like a good girl.” Then you got up and positioned yourself so that you could kiss her comfortably. Robin hummed when your lips met hers, loving that she could taste of herself. When you released from the kiss, her eyes were fixated on your chin and when you noticed, her cheeks turned red, then she looked away. You lightly grabbed her chin with your thumb and index finger, then said, “Hey, look at me sweetheart. It’s okay. You want to clean my chin?” Her cheeks turned a darker red and she nodded hesitantly. You cupped one of her cheeks with your hand and said, “It’s okay angel. Be a good girl and clean mommy’s chin.” Robin nodded, then you leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, her tongue made its way to your chin, licking her cum and wetness off, cleaning your chin. When she was done, she mumbled, “Thank you, mommy” with an embarrassed look on her face. You said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. No need to be embarrassed, okay?” Robin nodded and you said, “Good girl, never be embarrassed about stuff like that with me, okay? Mommy will always love and take care of you.” Then you kissed her forehead and she mumbled, “Okay, love you mommy.” You replied, “Love you too, sweet angel. Mommy’s going to go grab a towel to clean you up, then we can cuddle.” Robin nodded and you gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose, making her smile, before you got up to grab a towel from your bathroom.

When you came back, you gently cleaned her up with the towel. Since your parents were out of town, there was no reason for Robin to put on clothes, so you took off your pants and got in bed in just your panties. Robin curled up into you, nuzzling her face into your bare chest and wrapping an arm around your waist. One of her legs was intertwined with both of yours. You had an arm on her lower back, holding her close to your body. She hummed in pleasure, feeling completely relaxed and happy in your arms. You turned off the light, then kissed her head and said, “I love you, sweet angel.” She mumbled back, “I love you too, (Y/N).” Then the two of you fell asleep. Robin fell asleep first, not feeling an ounce of stress in her body. When you fell asleep, you had a smile on your face, happy that you could take Robin’s stress away and care for her the way she deserves.

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Prompt by: @sparklingsin

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Halloween Costume Party

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader Fluff

Prompt: “We are not doing a couples custom.”

You and Robin have been dating for a little over six months now. The two of you met at Family Video after your family recently moved to Hawkins. When you walked into the store, asking about a job there, Robin looked at you like she just saw a model walk in. Robin, Steve, and Keith were working and after you walked in, you said you wanted a job there. Keith started asking you a bunch of movie questions and you noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that Robin was staring at you almost the entire time Keith was talking to you. It wasn’t until Steve nudged her that she stopped and her cheeks turned bright red. When Keith approved you to work there, he introduced you to Steve and Robin. Steve introduced himself first, then watched with a grin on his face, as Robin introduced herself. She stumbled over her words while talking to you and you thought it was the most adorable thing. After working there for a couple weeks and sharing almost all your shifts with the two of them, the three of you got really close. They invited you to hangout with them outside of work and since then, the three of you have been best friends. After two months of being friends with Robin, you asked her out on a date. She got so excited and you thought your heart was going to explode at how cute it was.

Its now the month of October, which means it’s Halloween month and boy do you love Halloween. The only thing you don’t like about Halloween is parties, you’ve never been too fond of them. A whole bunch of sweaty teens in someone’s house, drinking and smoking, it’s not really your scene. One day at work, Steve told you and Robin that he was throwing a Halloween costume party. He said he’d like the two of you to attend and you said, “Steve, I don’t know. Parties aren’t really my scene.” Steve replied, “Come on (Y/N), please!” and you said, “I don’t know. You know I’m not a huge people person, Stevie.” Robin said, “(Y/N), it might be fun! Plus, it’s at Steve’s so if you ever want to leave the party, we can always go upstairs and hide from everyone.” They both looked at you with hopeful eyes and after you thought about it, you decided it might be fun. You said, “Fine, but I’m taking you up on that offer, Robbie.” She smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Steve said, “Yes!” with an enthusiastic fist pump. After your shift that day, you and Robin went back to your house, then brainstormed ideas for costumes. The two of you laid on her bed, trying to decide what costume each of you wanted to do. Out of nowhere, Robin shot up and looked at you excitedly, then said, “(Y/N)! We could do couples costumes! That would be so fun! We should do that!” You said, “Sweetheart, I love you and I love how excited you are, but absolutely not.” Robin pouted and said, “Come on! It’ll be fun!” You responded, “We are not doing a couples costume” and when you looked at her, she did what you were hoping she wouldn’t. Robin looked at you with her signature puppy dog eyes, the eyes that make your heart melt and hypnotize you into doing whatever she wants. You hated that you fell for it every time, but they were impossible to say no to. A loud sigh left your mouth and you said, “Fine, but nothing cheesy, babe.” She nodded her head rapidly with excitement and with a huge smile on her face, she said, “Promise I won’t! It’s going to be so much fun, (Y/N)!” Then she hugged you and squeezed you tight, making you giggle at how happy she was. She rambled on about ideas that you two could do and it took an hour of her brainstorming for you to agree to one. The two of you agreed to go as Bonnie and Clyde, you as Bonnie and Robin as Clyde. Robin, surprisingly, got you really excited about the costumes as she went on and on about the details she wanted to do. She saw the smile on your face and said, “I knew you’d find this fun, (Y/N)!” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face and said, “Yeah, yeah. I just know we’re going to be the hottest couple there.” Robin giggled and said, “Mhmmm, but it’s all you, sweetheart. You’re going to look so fucking hot.” You leaned in to kiss her and when you released, you said, “So are you, my love.”

Steve’s party was in a couple days and you and Robin haven’t done anything for your costumes yet. You both set tonight aside to work on them and you actually were very excited. Steve dropped Robin off at your house, but before she arrived, the two of them went to the mall for costume supplies. Robin told him she needed to go and Steve said he did too, so it worked out perfectly. You would have went, but you needed to finish some homework before Robin came over. When she arrived at your house, she had two bags full of items for the two of you. Plus, she had a backpack that had her costume clothes in it. When you saw the headlights of Steve’s car from your bedroom, you rushed down the stairs and opened your front door. You waved at Steve as he drove away and Robin quickly made her way to your front door to hug you. The two of you rushed to your backyard, where you had set up a foldable plastic table to lay your costume clothes on. Robin brought a white button up shirt, black jeans, and black suspenders from her house. At the mall, she bought a fedora for herself to complete the outfit. Earlier, you grabbed a thick cream sweater and black pencil skirt from your closet, then laid it on the table. When Robin saw your outfit she looked at you and said, “Fuck baby, you’re gonna look so hot.” Your cheeks turned light pink and you said, “You’re one to talk, Robbie. I can’t wait to see you in those suspenders.” She replied, “Yeah? You’ll have to wait a couple days, princess.” You rolled your eyes and said, “Okay, lets get working, my love. What’d you get at the mall?” Robin got excited and as she said each item, she pulled it out of the bag, “Okay! So, I got us each a toy gun. I got you this black beret, which is going to look so cute on you, by the way. I got us two packages of fake blood for the clothes and last but not least, some fake cigarettes to complete the look.” You smiled at her, admiring her excitement and the amount of detail she’s planned out. She said, “(Y/N), try on the beret, to uh- to see if it fits.” You giggled and said, “It’s a hat, Robbie. It can’t not fit.” Robin rolled her eyes and said, “Just try it on. Please, (Y/N)! Pleaseeeeee” You grabbed the beret from her hands and put it on. Robin helped adjust it to the perfect angle and when she was done, you swore her eyes shined as she looked at you. With a huge smile on her face, she said, “Beautiful. You look- You look beautiful, (Y/N).” Your cheeks turned bright red and mumbled, “Thank you, baby” while looking at the ground. Robin loved making you flustered, it filled her with so much joy. After a couple seconds you said, “So, the fake blood is all we have to do, right?” She nodded and said, “Yep! It shouldn’t be too hard, but we need to make sure not to go overboard on it.” You replied with a nod and Robin handed you a package with the fake blood. She said, “I made sure to buy the package that had a dropper thingy so that we don’t accidentally pour a whole thing of fake blood on the clothes.” You replied, “You’re so smart, baby. Cause we both know you would have done that.” She said, “I wish I could say you’re wrong, but you’re absolutely right” and the two of you giggled. You both opened your packages and started dropping the fake blood onto your costume clothes. After 20 minutes, both of you were done and looked at each other’s costume clothes. You said, “Holy shit! We’re going to look so good, oh my god” with a huge smiled painted on your face. Robin said, “Fuck yeah we are. You’re going to look so hot, sweetheart. Like, so hot. Unbelievably hot, (Y/N).” You blushed and said, “So are you, my love. You’re going to look so handsome as my partner in crime.” Then you mocked her and said, “Like so handsome. Unbelievably handsome, Robbie.” She rolled her eyes and lightly shoved you, then playfully said, “Shut up” while you giggled. You said, “Okay, lets let these dry and we can go to my room?” and looked at her lips, then back up to her eyes. Robin nodded eagerly and the two of you went up to your room to makeout until Steve came to pick Robin up.

Today is Saturday, the day of Steve’s party. Robin came over early in the day, just to spend time with you. She said that Steve was going to pick the two of you up at 6:00pm, so that you both could help him set things up. When she told you, you rolled your eyes and said, “Of course we got dragged into helping him with his party.” Robin replied, “Yeah, but on the bright side, we get to see each other in our costumes earlier” and you could see her picturing you in yours. You replied, “That’s true. I can’t wait to see my handsome partner in crime.” She blushed a little and said, “I can’t wait to see my already extremely hot girlfriend look even hotter. I never thought it was possible, but I know tonight I’m not going to be able to stop myself from looking at you.” Your cheeks turned a deep red and you said, “Robbieeee, stopppp. You can’t say stuff like that.” Robin shrugged and said, “Sorry, princess, but it’s true. There’s no way in hell that my eyes won’t be fixated on you in that costume. They’re already almost always focused on you without it. You’re too beautiful not to look at.” Your cheeks turned a deeper red and Robin cupped them, which made you look directly into her eyes. Her eyes were staring back into yours and she said, “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N) and god I just love you so much.” Your eyes were filled with love, just staring into hers, you adored her, absolutely adored her. You said, “How did I get so lucky to date someone as amazing as you. As beautiful as you. As smart as you. As funny as you. How did I get so lucky to love someone so perfect.” Robin blushed and then grabbed your wrist. She started pulling you towards the stairs and said, “We need to go to your room, princess. Those pretty lips of yours deserve some attention.” You giggled as she pulled you all the way from your living room, up the stairs, and to your room. She plopped down on the bed and pulled you onto of her lap. The two of you made out for a long time, to the point where both you and Robin’s lips were too sensitive to keep going. Afterwards, you both cuddled in your bed and watched a couple horror movies, in honor of Halloween. When the clock read 5:15pm, you and Robin grabbed your costumes from downstairs, then started getting ready. After you both put your costumes on, you each helped each other straighten out the outfits. When Robin saw you in your outfit after straightening it out, her eyes were wide and mouth hung slightly open. You said, “How do I look?” and Robin replied, “(Y/N), you look so- you look so hot. It’s unbelievable. I have no- I have no words. You look stunning.” You blushed, cheeks turning a deep red, and mumbled, “Thank you, my love.” Robin said, “How do I look?” and you replied, “So fucking handsome, baby. The most handsome person in the world. Breathtakingly handsome, Robbie.” She blushed, cheeks turning a bright pink, and said, “God I love that I came up with this idea.” You smiled and said, “Me too, actually.” Robin smiled back, a big smile painted on her face and she said, “I knew you would end up enjoying this, (Y/N)! I knew it!” You cupped her pink rosy cheeks and said, “I enjoy anything I do with you, Robbie.” She kissed your swollen, sensitive lips and it may have hurt you a little bit, but you didn’t care, it was worth it, it always was. After she kissed you, you said, “I love you Robbie, but I need to do my makeup before Steve arrives. I don’t want to hear him nagging me to hurry up.” She laughed and said, “Yeah, me neither, please do your makeup. I hate hearing him nag.” You giggled as you went to your desk to do your makeup. As you were doing your makeup, Robin sat on your bed and watched you, admiring how focused you were. After around 20 minutes, you finished and turned to her. Robin’s jaw dropped and all she could say was, “Wow.” You smiled and said, “It looks good?” She replied, “Beautiful. It looks beautiful. You look beautiful.” You blushed and said, “Thank you, my love”, then you heard Steve’s car horn. The two of you grabbed your shoes, fake guns, and fake cigarettes, then were out the door.

When you both walked out of your house in your costumes, Steve rolled down his window and said, “Holy shit! You both look amazing, oh my god. Bonnie and Clyde, right?” Robin said, “Thanks Dingus! Yeah, it was my idea!” You said, “Aw, thank you, Stevie. I will give it to Robbie, it was all her idea.” Steve teased Robin and said, “Wow! You actually came up with a good idea for once! My little Robin’s growing up.” You and Steve both laughed, while Robin said, “I have good ideas Dingus! More than you at least. I have soooo many examples of bad ideas you’ve had, don’t make me name them.” Steve looked at her and said, “I’ll shut up now. Lets just go you two.” Robin nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought, Dingus.” Steve glared at her and you were just laughing as you got into the backseat. A little under ten minutes later, the three of you arrived at Steve’s house. Once you got inside, Steve gave you and Robin tasks to do to help him set up stuff for the party. You and Robin finished your tasks quickly. Mainly because you helped each other out and switched tasks if one of you didn’t like the task assigned to you. Steve’s party started at 8:00pm and by 7:30pm everything was ready. Steve rushed up to his room to change into his costume. He came downstairs 20 minutes later wearing a pair of blue jeans, a maroon t-shirt, a button up shirt only buttoned from below his chest and down, and a red vest. To seal the outfit together, he placed a pair of sunglasses on top of his luscious hair. Steve said, “Okay! You guys, guess who I am!” You started jumping up and down excitedly because you knew the answer, you said, “Oh! Oh! You’re Alex P. Keaton, but him in that movie! Fuck, the time travel one! What’s the name of it!” Robin looked at you and teased you saying, “For someone who works at a video store, I’m concerned you don’t know this.” You replied, “Do you even know the answer to this, babe?” She nodded her head and said, “Actually, (Y/N), I do. The movie is ‘Back to the Future’ and he is Marty McFly, played by Michael J. Fox.” Robin had a grin on her face and you said, “Sometimes I hate how smart you are.” Steve said, “Sorry, (Y/N), but she is right on all three of those things.” You replied, “Yeah, I know. She normally is, she’s too fucking smart.” Steve said, “Tell me about it.” Robin playfully rolled her eyes and Steve went to turn on the music in the living room. He said, “It’s party time!”, then did a little dance, making you and Robin laugh. The doorbell rang at 8:00pm on the dot and a group of ten or so people were greeted by Steve. By 8:30pm there were at least 30 people at his house. People were constantly coming over to you and Robin, complimenting your costumes. Eddie Munson, a friend of the three of you, absolutely loved you and Robin’s costumes. He complimented it saying, “Jesus H. Christ! You two look incredible! Totally metal!” You and Robin laughed, then mocked him. He wasn’t dressed in a costume, which Steve complained about. Nancy Wheeler, another friend of the three of you, also complimented your costume. She said, “Wow! You guys look great! The details are amazing!” Then she made a joke that was very funny, but also kind of frightening. She saw the fake guns you and Robin had, then said, “I wish you two would have told me about your costume, you wouldn’t have needed to buy those silly toy guns.” Robin replied, “I’m not going to lie to you Nance, I thought about asking you if I could borrow two unloaded guns, but I knew you’d never let us touch them. They’re like your babies.” Nancy laughed and said, “You’re right on that one Buckley. No one’s allowed to touch my guns, not a soul.” The three of you laughed and then she went to say hi to Steve. Both you and Robin watched as he complained to her about not wearing a costume also. You and Robin didn’t dance, the two of you mainly drank and talked, just the way you liked it. By the end of the night, at least 50 different people had come up to compliment you and Robin on your costumes. Steve’s house was empty of strangers and acquaintances at around 1:30am.

Everyone was gone except for you, Robin, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy. The five of you helped Steve clean up his house and checked to make sure everyone was gone. After everything was cleaned, you shyly asked Nancy if she could drive you and Robin back to your house, seeing Steve had been drinking. Nancy agreed and then the three of you said goodnight to the boys. Ten minutes later, the three of you arrived at your house and you said, “Thanks so much Nance for the ride!” Robin said, “Yeah, Nance, thank you!” and Nancy replied, “It’s no problem, goodnight!” You said, “Goodnight, Nance! Drive safe!” Robin said, “What (Y/N) said!” Then Nancy was on her way back to her house. When you and Robin got inside, the two of you went directly to your room. You flopped onto your bed and Robin went to the other side and laid next to you. Her face was right across from yours and you said, “I hate that I’m going to admit this, but I actually did have a lot of fun.” Robin smiled and said, “I knew you would, princess. I’ll be holding this over your head, you know.” Playfully, you loudly sighed and rolled your eyes, then said, “Yeah, I know.” She giggled and said, “Glad you know, (Y/N). Now, lets change out of our costumes so I can cuddle with my partner in crime.” You smiled and said, “Mmmm deal.” After a couple minutes, the two of you were changed, the lights were off and both of you were in bed. Robin laid flat and let you nuzzle your head into her chest. She pulled you closer into her, then kissed your head and said, “I love you, (Y/N). My beautiful partner in crime.” She could feel you smile against her chest and you said, “I love you too, Robbie. My handsome partner in crime.” She held you tight in her embrace and the two of you fell asleep.

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