Ronance - Halloween Party of the year

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Alcohol misuse, making out, tribbing/grinding, biting, nibbling, nudity. Bath sex, finger marks. Nipple sucking. Love bites/hickies. Infidelity themes. WLW virginity

Might make a Part 2 of this.

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Robin arrived earlier than everyone else, Steve was still hanging up some of the decorations. She crept quietly inside making him jump when he climbed down the ladder.

“Rob! Thanks for not making yourself know” he almost screamed in fright as she stood there grinning at him.

Laughing she threw her arms around him, smelling a strong scent of male aftershave which made her cough violently.

“Jesus Steve, I know all the girls will know you’re arriving” she covered her mouth still laughing at him.

Taking in her surroundings as she looked at the decorations scattered across the room. Impressed with him, she wandered into his kitchen where bowls of punch and snacks were placed perfectly on the counter.

The white marble shone in the glimmer of the lights, she buried her hand into one of the bowls. Steve shouted at her as he caught her eating some of the snacks, giggling as she threw some of them at him.

He rolled his eyes and left the door, she walked the rest of the house. Nosily, she walked upstairs and peered her head around the door of Steve’s room. He had decorated it with more Halloween decorations, chuckling to herself she wondered back downstairs.

She knew that he would do anything to get laid, he had been talking to her about it all week. The touches to his bedroom made her roll her eyes, as she saw him in the living room.

“I saw your cute little decorations in your bedroom” she smirked, he was standing on a ladder hanging decorations between the door frames.

“Oh you saw them?” He blushes slightly at the idea of her seeing the “sex den” as Robin called it all themed.

“Yeah, it looks good,” she smiled, helping him hang the tape.

Once they had finished decorating the entire house, they sat on the couch with a couple of beers in their hands. Staring aimlessly at the television in front of them, the party was due to start in a few hours. Steve had not changed yet, making Robin feel slightly embarrassed that she was fully dressed in her costume.

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Nancy had finished touching up her outfit, staring in the mirror at her appearance. She sighed, feeling nervous as the time got closer and closer to the party. She had fake blood covering her black mini dress, fake blood dripping from her mouth that coated her collarbones and neck. Faint drops glinted against her exposed breasts, her accessories included, a fake blood stained bag and knife.

Her and Steve had been on edge for a few weeks, he had been talking about this girl “Robin” non-stop making her paranoid that he’d leave her.

She knew that Robin would be at this party, as she began eating some cold leftovers out the fridge. Her mind visioned an idea of Robin, someone who constantly flirts with Steve, battering her eyelashes. Laughing overtly at every joke, over touchy with him.

Her jealousy and paranoia were bubbling over as she made her way over to Steve’s. The time was 8 o clock, the party was only just getting started as she opened his front door. Her body shaking with nerves, the music was loud as she walked through the house. Passing a few people from school, raising her eyebrows and awkwardly smiling at them as she searched for Steve.

He was standing next to the fireplace holding a red plastic cup filled with alcohol. A brunette girl was sitting down on the couch, and a few other people were sitting next to her. Nancy couldn’t see who it was from the distance, as she walked closer. Steve’s eyes lit up as he saw her, rushing over to her and throwing his arms around her. Kissing her head as they walked over to the group he was just standing with.

“Robin! I want you to meet Nancy” he said loudly down her ear, Robin’s head turned to face her.

The music stopped as their eyes met. Robin was nothing like Nancy had imagined, she was wearing a comical outfit and not a slutty one. Her words were broken up as they shook hands, a simple touch sent sparks up Nancy’s arm. Unable to think of anything else other than Robin’s eyes staring at her, she blushed and looked at Steve. Hoping he hasn’t seen her react that way.

The party went into full swing at about 10pm, Steve was on his 4th drink. Nancy had made her way into the kitchen, clutching her empty plastic red cup when she felt herself bump into someone. It was Robin.

Stuttering and blushing, her eyes met hers.

“Uh- sorry. I hope that I didn’t spill anything down you”

“Oh you’re fine doll” Robin smiled at her, her head tilting towards the drinks table.

Nancy followed her, they stood side by side. Their shoulders touching as Robin poured the same amount of alcohol into Nancy’s cup, raising it up to hers.

“Cheers” she winked and down her drink before pouring another one for herself.

Nancy looked in shock as she watched her, nervous as she copied her. Winching as the alcohol touched the back of her throat, Robin had not included mixers. Laughing at her, she raised her eyebrows as she began pouring more alcohol into  her cup. Grimacing Nancy nodded and hit her glass together with Robin’s, they made eye contact as they downed their drinks together.

After Robin refilled her cup, she left Nancy in the kitchen. Winking at her before she left, smirking as she saw her cheeks flush red.

Nancy re-entered the living, to see Steve talking to a group of boys. Her eyes found their way to Robin who was hiding in the corner with a blonde haired girl, she stood watching as they kissed. Robin turned around, meeting her eyes and winked at her. Nancy froze as Robin made her way towards her.

“See something you liked?” Robin was smirking at her, whispering as she hovered over her in the doorway.

When in fact, Nancy had never seen two girls interact so intimately in a public place before. It was intriguing. Wondering what it felt like to kiss a girl.

Enjoying as Nancy squirmed in front of her, looking down at her feet trying to avoid her gaze. Robin placed her fingers on her chin and lifted her head up to meet her gaze, Nancy felt herself melt right there.

She moved past Nancy, their bodies touching for a few moments before she disappeared into the kitchen. Nancy relaxed and looked around for Steve who was hanging off Tommy Hagan. Rolling her eyes, she wandered over to the group. They cheered at the sight of her, Steve drunkenly cheered as she took him off Tommy.

''You're so pretty'' he drooled over himself as his weight dropped completely onto Nancy's right shoulder.

Struggling as she dragged him into the room, Robin rushed over and took the extra weight on her own shoulder. Their eyes met, Robin softly smiled at her making Nancy blush.

They let him fall onto the chair, he laughed at the movement. Robin was standing behind the chair, watching Nancy peered down with a glass of water forcing him to drink. Her eyes caught Robin's, they gazed into each other's eyes until Steve grunted and thrusted the glass into her hand.

''I think I should take him to bed'' she sighed, staring down at the drunk Steve.

''Well, you can't carry him all by yourself, doll, I'll help you'' Robin looked at Steve before resting her eyes on Nancy.

''Thank you'' Nancy grunted as she lifted Steve off the chair, his weight once again felt heavy on her shoulder. It faded lightly when Robin shifted his weight onto her shoulder.

They walked up to him upstairs together, their arms touching with every movement. Nancy's breath was hitched at the touch, worry was filling up her body as they reached the top of the stairs.

Pushing his door open, they both grunted as they staggered across to his bed. Taking off his shoes before propping his head up against the pillow, Nancy unbuttoned his trousers and kissed the top of his head.

''Night Steve'' she whispered into his ear, Robin was hanging by the door as she made her way towards her.

Their bodies close as her attention moved off Steve, Nancy could feel Robin's breath against hers as she stood over her, gazing at her.

''Shall we get another drink dollface?'' Robin suggestively spoke, Nancy looked up at her and nodded.

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Leading the way, they left Steve to sleep before heading back downstairs.

After answering everyone's questions about Steve, they made it into the kitchen. Most of the people had gone to sit outside, in the living room or gone home. Leaving them alone in the room, Robin poured a couple of shots for them before and bought them both over. Smirking as Nancy's face looked shocked at the sight of them, raising her glass in time with Robin. Their eye contact only breaking as Nancy closed her eyes to take the shot, exclaiming loudly at the taste. She laughed, her eyes tightly shut and her tongue extended out before taking her second shot and repeating the process.

Robin was mesmerized by her. Fondly watching her as she poured drinks for them both, staggering towards her extending the cup out with a tipsy smile.

They continued to drink for a while, in the dark kitchen. Before Robin dragged her away from the noisy music, pulling her by her arm into the bathroom. Sitting on the floor with their feet touching, they began to ramble.

Between sips Nancy felt herself relax in Robin’s presence, the music changed many times as they chatted. Subtly flirting with her, Robin crawled across the floor towards her. 

‘’You know what would be fun?’’ her voice was filled with excitement and thrill as their eyes met. She continued to crawl towards Nancy, resting her back against the wall, their shoulders touching. 

‘’ I have no idea’’ Nancy giggled as she looked at her, her eyes were half open as the alcohol hit her. 

‘’We have a bath, imagine how relaxing it would be’’ Robin closed her eyes, picturing a hot warm bubbly bath. Humming softly as she did. 

‘’Ooo a bath’’ Nancy joined in, imagining a bath. 

Both girls instantly jumped up, giggling drunkenly together. Robin bent over the tub and began running the water. Captivated by the water, they watched as it filled up the tub as it reached half way full Robin turned to Nancy.

''You watch the bath, make it all bubbly and shit and I'll grab a bottle from downstairs'' she questioned to Nancy, whose head was staring at her reflection in the water.

Robin didn’t wait for her answer, fueled by excitement and drunkenness. She rushed downstairs, the crowds of people had died down from earlier with people were sprawled across the furniture, small groups were leaving and a couple of people were sat outside in the dark.

Ignoring them, she strode into the kitchen. Eyeing up the last of the alcohol on the table, picking up a bottle of tequila and the remainder of the vodka. The bowls of snacks had been demolished, Robin shook her head in amusement. Knowing that she lost another bet against Steve.

Clutching the bottles tightly she made her way upstairs, music played quietly over the speakers as she entered the bathroom. The bottles almost fell as her attention turned to Nancy, who was running her hand through the bubbly water. She had changed out of her costume and into her underwear, causing Robin to gasp.

Giggling Nancy looked at her, blowing bubbles in her direction. Robin gulped as she opened the bottle of tequila, taking a swig as she stared at Nancy. The sight of her made her weak.

Sliding the bottles on the floor as her back hit the side of the tub next to her. Nancy was still giggling and playing with the bubbles as she took the bottle of tequila off the floor. Taking a big swig, letting out a exasperated sigh as she passed the bottle back to Robin.

They continued to drink both of the bottles, giggling and spraying water over each other playfully. Nancy decided to get into the water, Robin respectfully looked away as she stripped and her body was hidden amongst the bubbles. Nancy focused on the warm water surrounding as Robin joined her, letting the bottles sit either side of them.

Their eyes met, Robin giggled nervously as their bodies touched. Nancy was no longer feeling nervous, she was ignoring her mind as she leant closer to Robin reaching down out of the tub. Bringing the leftover vodka bottle into the water with them, her eyes not leaving Robin as she lifted the bottle to her mouth.

Robin’s eyes widened as Nancy’s boob was exposed, instantly hardened as it reacted with the air. A soft gasp escaped her mouth as Nancy leaned forward shoving the bottle into her hands, the ends of her hair was damp from the water.

She gulped down a big portion of the vodka before smiling drunkenly at Nancy. Passing the bottle between them both until the contents of it was gone. Giggling an shrugging together, Nancy dropped the bottle loudly onto the floor and reached over to pick up the tequila.

Nancy moved uncomfortably in the tub, Robin stared at her as she took a swig of the tequila. Laughing at her reaction to the taste, Nancy stuck her tongue out playfully before passing the bottle to Robin who drank a similar amount.

“You comfortable there?” Robin suggestively asked, her eyes were filled with lust as she placed the bottle down.

Nancy shook her head, her bottom lip stuck out as her arms tightened around her chest. Robin thought she looked cute as she pouted and bit her lip.

“Come here” she whispered, her eyes focusing on Nancy’s body which glimmered between the bubbles.

Watching as her eyes widened before softening, listening to Robin’s words. The alcohol was clearly affecting them both as she felt herself moving closer and closer to Robin. Hesitating to move any closer, Robin’s arms were submerged underneath the warm water and pulled Nancy onto her lap.

Looking intently at each other as their lips grazed together, Robin gasped again at the soft touch of Nancy. Her skin was velvety between her fingers, holding her tighter to her chest. Their eyes were close as their lips pressed together, groaning as Nancy’s hands felt her cheeks until they stayed tangled in Robin’s hair. Tugging lightly as Robin moved Nancy’s hips against her wet pussy, the water sloshing with their movements.

Nancy’s eyes rolled back as their clits bumped together, she had not felt anything like this before. She didn’t want Robin to stop as her lips licked her nipples causing her to moan, biting her lips in shock as the lower part of her body moved in the water.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop” Nancy moaned as Robin’s fingernails dug into her hips moving her faster and faster against her clit.

Moaning onto her nipples as her head moved from each boob, her eyes looking up Nancy as she felt her clit swell up. Her eyes widened at Nancy’s pants , her angelic voice rang in her ears as another “oh fuck” slipped through her soft wet lips.

Robin moved her hips faster and faster, the water splashed out of the tub and onto the bath rug. Coating the floor as they got closer and closer to heaven, Nancy’s pants had become louder and more frequent. Her body tilted back towards the opposite wall, her hips were marked red from Robin’s fingernails. Her boobs were red and sore from her lips, light red marks appeared across the skin.

An accidental trail of hickies scattered her left boob, Nancy’s body jolted forward as she gasped loudly. Robin felt her clit swell up as she felt Nancy cum hard, her body continuing to jolt as she rode Robin through to her orgasm.

“Holy fuck” Robin whined loudly at the touch of Nancy, her clit throbbing as she came. Whining through her orgasm, Nancy’s dry lips slammed into hers muffling her moans deeper into her mouth.

Their bodies stayed together, their lips moving together passionately even after they had reached their climaxes. Reaching for the tequila bottle, Nancy took a big swig before passing it to Robin. Who after drinking, nibbled down onto Nancy’s neck making her gasp and squeal at the sensation.

i just want to experience hawkins in fall is that so much to ask???

Hawkins and Michael AU. This is not a ship AU at ALL. Michael is released from Smith's Grove and Hawkins befriends him. Hawkins assumes his new friend is just quiet/reclusive for the sake of being in the hospital for 15 years, he isn't aware the killer he's chasing is his new friend.

See How They Run

Author’s Note:  Well- Happy Halloween!  Here’s my sequel to Mousetrap and I hope you enjoy! Pairing:  Plus Size Reader x Steve & Eddie

Summary:  It’s Halloween Night and you’re supposed to be watching Horror Movies with your friends, that is until things get distracting. Warnings:  DUB CON - dubious consent, my friends.  If this ain’t your bag, I respect that, but you’ve been told!  SMUT ensues!

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See How They Run - A Hawkins Halloween Sexy Story

Why had you come?  That was the right question to ask yourself as you move through Steve’s living room once more, Halloween and its unforgettable party already days behind you.  If Robin hadn’t insisted on a Horror movie night, almost bullying you into joining her, you wouldn’t have bothered leaving the house.

Since the night of Steve’s party, you’ve been struggling, to say the least.  Your mind keeps going a mile a minute, head full of thoughts too snarled to untangle, and the worst part was you couldn’t seem to get the memory of Eddie and Steve out of your mind.  Something about Eddie’s controlling grip and Steve’s stern instructions, the powerful way that they kissed you into submission- you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to put it behind you.  And what’s worse?  You weren’t entirely certain that you wanted to.

You had kept it to yourself, not even telling Robin, the person you normally blabbed everything too.  And boy, had she tried to break through the mental fog you have been living under since that fateful night.  Robin worked every angle, using every trick she knew to get you talking and when it didn’t yield any results, she’d put her foot down, demanding your attendance at tonight’s mini-movie marathon or face the ending of your friendship. That was a threat with bite, so you had pulled on some jeans and the baggiest sweatshirt you could find, going to great lengths to make yourself look as unappealing as possible.  You had no desire to tempt fate or the two boys who had so recently used your compromised situation to their advantage.  Instead, you swallowed down your regrets, tied up your Keds and agreed to meet your best friend at Steve’s place. Which is why your guilty conscience was on double duty as you pulled into the driveway.  You know that she only wants to help, be supportive, but how could you tell her about the complicated feelings that warred inside of you?  How can you explain what you don’t understand, at least not fully? Because the awful truth is this:  you know, deep down, that you should not have liked what happened to you in Steve Harrington’s living room.  You shouldn’t have enjoyed the sore stretch of your muscles the next day or the lavender marks along your thighs.  

And you absolutely should not be getting wet at remembering the sounds you made when you were trapped under Eddie.  Or touch yourself when you recall Steve’s demeaning demands.  Above all that, you shouldn’t become aroused at the idea that it could happen again.  In fact, you really should stop thinking about it all together.  Being taken like that, pleasure pulled from you when you least expect it, was something that should have made you angry.  It should have sickened you, maybe hurt your feelings, considering what was said and what was done.  Only, it didn’t.  Not even a little bit. You didn’t want it to happen again.  At least you think you don’t.  And that’s why avoiding your best friend and by extension, Steve and Eddie, has been your key to survival.  You can stay out of trouble if you can stay away from the troublemakers, right? Clearly, you had no business being around Steve and Eddie.  Not tonight.  Not right now, when your heart and head were at odds.  But still, you were already walking towards Steve’s open door, head down as you wonder, who will win?  Your needy body or your wounded pride? Surprisingly, it was going to be a small group tonight and that was not ideal.  You were expecting, well, everyone:  Nancy, Jonathan, the Sinclair kids, Dustin.  Instead, you were in for a night of concentrated time with Robin, Steve and Eddie and that was going to make this evening that much harder.  Inhaling a deep breath, you made a promise to yourself:  Keep your eyes on the movie, your hands to yourself, and your clothes on.  If you could do that then you would be just fine. The second you step inside Eddie’s eyes are on you, following every move you make, the same way a hungry dog tracks its dinner.  Before too long he’s at your side, crowding your personal space, “Hey babe!  How ya been?” His hug squeezes you hard, your breasts pinned to his broad chest until you wheeze, “Oof- Good Eddie.  You?” Low, so only you can hear, Eddie hums, “Better now that you’re here, little mouse.”

Swallowing hard, you peer up at him, eyes rounding at his chosen term of endearment.  Is that how he sees you still?  A little mouse, easy to corner, easy to cage?  Steve, so casual, so cool, welcomes you with hugs and smiles, his look lingering on you just a bit longer than you think it should but before you can address it, his attention is called away to answer the ringing phone.  You take it as a sign from some benevolent universal force and are grateful for the intervention, sneaking towards a comfy spot on the sofa and you hope out of everyone else’s way. Only, Eddie beats you there, wrapping his strong arm around your waist in an overly familiar way that makes you suck in a breath, “Whoa!” “What?  Sit down already!”  Flopping against the arm of the couch, he pulls you down next to him, his forearm laying across your shoulders.  It’s a friendly posture, one you’ve enjoyed countless times, but tonight it just feels weird.  Too familiar.  Too close.  You don’t get much time to think about it because Steve enters the room carrying an overfilled bowl of popcorn, a bag of Halloween sized peanut butter cups and a smile.  He’s crammed half a dozen Coke cans into his jean pockets and is hugging two bags of chips in his arms “Robin’s out.  Something about staying home on candy duty.  Looks like it’s just the three of us.”  Wait, what?  You can’t quite believe what he’s saying.  Robin was ditching you?  Oh, no.  The wave of nervous heat that rolls through you makes sweat break out across your brow.  Worry reflects on your face as you flash your gaze between both guys, “Um, maybe I should go- let you have your boys night.”

But the second it leaves your lips, you realize it’s not the answer that Eddie or Steve were looking for; you watched four eyes cloud over with a rolling fog of regret, two sets of perfectly plump lips pouting in unison.  No, if you leave now there will be questions.  Questions you don’t want to answer.  Questions you don’t think can ever be answered.  Steve takes the open seat next to you, laying out all the junk food he’s setting up, “Aw, babe, don’t go!  You can’t!  I got all the good stuff- candy, Doritos, there’s beer in the fridge.  And, uh, and, I grabbed your favorite-” Together you say, “Friday the 13th.”  He looks so sweet, teasing you like this with those brown eyes shining, his smile full of fun.  Your old friend Steve is back.  When he looks at you like this it’s difficult to remember why you feel so uncomfortable around him.  It’s hard to recall why you didn’t want to come and watch scary flicks while getting sick on the worst food imaginable.  It’s only Steve, after all, who looks at you almost pleading, hair falling over his face, “Why would you wanna leave me all alone on Halloween with Munson, huh?” “Yea, don’t know if I can trust Steve to keep his hands to himself if you’re not here to chaperone.”  Eddie adds his tart two cents, reaching for a bag of M&Ms before tearing the package open with his teeth. This is not a good idea.  Your brain is shouting at you to get up.  Go.  Leave.  Hadn’t you given yourself rules to follow?  If only you could remember them right now.  Silence grows around the three of you, your brain working overtime to sort out right from wrong.  Steve and Eddie though, they figure on waiting you out.  You’re too nice, Little Mouse.  Too sweet to deny them, especially when they ask you to hang around, all by yourself, so nicely. Shifting on the sofa, you know you’re going to stay and you kind of hate yourself for it.  How could you possibly say no now?  A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you struggle for a playful tone, “Well, if it means you’re not trapped with Eddie all night, I guess I can- uh, hang out.  For, for a little while, at least.”  Only, you do need a little room, a little space away from the scent of smoked weed and Brut that follows Eddie everywhere and the cloying clean smell of Harrington’s Tide.  No, you need distance and you need it right now.  You start to stand up, only to feel a strong hand on your wrist, pulling you back, “Where ya going, doll?”  This time it’s Eddie, puppy dog look on his face, the chain bracelet he wears clanging.  There’s a fancy, comfortable, easy chair just a bit closer to the television and you’re mad that you didn’t take that seat first.  Now, it’s exactly where you want to be- sitting alone and out of the reach of your two friends. “Um, the recliner?”  Too soft, your voice sounds so little when you answer, like you’re asking his permission when you should be declaring your intentions. Steve pats the empty spot between the boys, “Uh, no.  If you sit over there, who’s gonna keep you safe from Jason, huh?  Plus, you won’t be able to reach the popcorn bowl.” Finding your bottom lip, your top teeth pinch into it cruelly.  That trapped feeling fills you again and you realize that your resolve is crumbling under the begging looks from two sets of burnt caramel colored eyes in the dim light of Steve’s family room.  Tugging at your hand, Eddie pulls you closer, “Just sit with us.  Please?”  But you don’t move.  You sway on your feet, still struggling to decide how far to give in, when Eddie yanks again, “Pretty please?  With sugar on top?” It makes you smile.  You wish to heaven it didn’t, but something in his youthful phrasing makes you think about ice cream cones on the park bench and daring each other to climb trees.  When he swings your hand again, you give in, allowing Eddie to settle you on the couch between him and Steve. Using the remote, Steve pushes play and the screen fills with the horror flick you like the most.  Hyper-focusing, you don’t let your eyes wander from the television.  You don’t wanna know what Steve and Eddie are doing.  “Popcorn?”  Eddie asks, without looking at you, holding the bowl in front of you. “Sure.”  Somehow, the bowl winds up in your lap, two broad boy hands grabbing at kernels as the opening scene starts rolling.  Eddie shifts near enough that his thigh is pressed hard against yours, cuddling you closer with an arm around you, as if you were on some sort of date.  Steve’s just as close, tucked into your side, so you angle yourself into the warm space where Eddie’s arm meets his torso in order to stay comfortable almost without thought. But that creates another problem.  Resting on your hip, you need a place to tuck your toes now that Eddie’s practically curled you to him.  Fidgeting, you’re stopped by Steve’s firm hand over your socked feet, “Here.  Get comfortable, k?” Plopping them into his lap, he expands to take up even more space on the sofa, covering your tootsies with wide palms.  And that’s how you wind up nearly laying across both of them, the bowl of popcorn in your arms forgotten as Eddie begins running his fingers through your hair, stopping to rub behind your ears until you hum out a relaxed sigh.  Steve’s hands gently knead at the soles of your feet, eyes focused on the film, but aware of the way you melt under his touch.

It’s nice, being petted with soft hands and soothing touches.  For a second you let your guard down, just enjoying the comfortable sensation of snuggling with your boys.  Sighing contentedly, you wiggle further into the couch, feeling better than you have since you last saw Steve and Eddie. Eddie gets bolder.  Skating under the heavy fabric of your sweatshirt, his calloused fingertips graze your ribs.  He lets his hand trail down your arm, thumb working in small circles, first on the outside of your arm, then sliding against the soft, sensitive underside.  It sends shivers down your spine, the kind which settle in your abdomen, making your muscles tense.  Reason takes over so, pressing against his leg, you make a move to reposition yourself, but he shushes you, his soft voice in your ear, “Sorry baby, does it tickle?” “Um, kinda, but-” Your sentence is cut short by the climbing reach of Steve’s hand.  His sweeping massage has skated high enough that he’s rubbing the tender flesh of your inner thighs over your jeans.  You kick your feet, attempting to shake him off, but it doesn’t work. Scolding you with a heated look, Steve pinches you, “Shhh!  This is a good part!”  “Sorry!”  Your lips move soundlessly, even though you toss your head with a sassy little snap.  Something dark moves over Steve’s face, a lean, hungry look that makes your mouth go dry, and you press your thighs together, praying he doesn’t notice the effect he has on you. “I know how to keep you quiet.”  Eddie’s free hand traces the curve of your cheek, pulling your mouth to his before you can react, the impact of his lips on yours eroding all your reserve.

You’ve forgotten just how sweet he can be, the warring flavors of buttery popcorn, flat soda and green bud filling your mouth with every sensual swipe of Eddie’s thick tongue.  Steve grabs the snack bowl, moving it to the table, so that it doesn’t spill off your lap, as Eddie leans further into you.  It forces you onto your knees as he supports your upper body, Steve still bracing your legs tightly. In the glow of the television, you're illuminated in silver, Eddie’s hands cupping your face as the kiss gets meaner.  Wetter.  Rougher. Nudging into the mix, Steve’s eagerly tugging at your ankle draws your attention away from Eddie and his talented mouth.  Hands on your waist, tight and firm, help manipulate your figure, settling you in Steve’s lap.  Brushing stray hair out of your eyes, his brown orbs reflecting the unattended movie, “Hey pretty girl.” “Hi, Steve.”  And that’s all you get as a warning before Steve’s lips meld with yours, his hold on your middle allowing him to rock you into his hardening length continuously. Your natural instinct is to moan, but Eddie’s at your side, his voice guttural and groaning, “Keep quiet, little mouse.  No noises.  Don’t want to interrupt the movie.” Nodding, you understand the stakes here but Steve makes it difficult to comply when he starts kissing down the column of your throat, peppering your skin with purpling bruises created with every nip from his perfect teeth.  Biting into your bottom lip you watch, wide-eyes staring, as Eddie shimmies out of his black jeans.  He’s not wearing any boxers, so his hefty erection is able to spring free with no impediments.  Steve is busy.  Twiddling with the rivets of your jeans, he slips a finger under the waistband of your pants, jerking you forward roughly by the hips.  One by one he snaps open the brass buttons, fingers toying the elastic of your panties but going no further- not yet.   Now he’s working your sweatshirt up, exposing your tummy first, then your bra covered breasts, as he lifts your top off.  When he tosses it beside him, a broad smile on his face, he has the audacity to smirk, “Look at you, huh?  So sweet for us, aren’t ya?” The praise makes you preen and your body responds with a flush of heat that radiates off your skin before pooling in the lowest part of your belly.  Turning your head in his direction, Eddie kisses you again, as quietly as possible so as not to compete with the scripted dialogue.  His hands tangle in your hair, directing your movements, holding you where he needs you while his pouty lips pummel your own. Yanking hard against your scalp, you’re jerked toward his waiting cock, coral hued and proud.  Your whimper is muffled by the gagging presence of him filling the wet cavern of your mouth.  Struggling with his size, you try to lift off Eddie but his hold on you is firm, and you raise teary eyes to his as he coos, “Damn, you look so fucking good, baby.  Taking me so well.  Can you- shit, can you swallow?”

Using your throat, you will some of the building saliva and salty pre-cum down, making Eddie moan pitifully, “Fuck.  Just- just like that.” Setting a steady rhythm, Eddie lays into the cushions, legs spread wide as you begin to service him in time with the push and pull of his hands on your head.  It’s easy to get lost in the task, focusing solely on bringing Eddie pleasure, and that’s why you don’t notice that Steve is no longer underneath you. When you’re hovering over Eddie, Steve takes advantage of your opened button fly, rolling the jeans you’re wearing down, down, down.  A high, thin squeak at the sudden draft sneaks past the seal you’ve created around Eddie’s cock.  All three of you freeze at your loudest response yet and you’re unsure of what the consequences will be. The huge clock on the mantle ticks- once, twice, three times, before Eddie moves again.  It’s Steve’s rumbling tenor that barks in your ear, “That was too loud, Miss Mouse.  Makes me think you want to get caught.  Is that it?  You want someone to find you like this?” The threat shouldn’t make your panties damp, but it does.  It shouldn’t make you whimper, small and meek, around Eddie’s throbbing shaft, but it does.  And Steve should not love the wild, fear-filled look in your eyes as they roll up, shiny with tears at his words, even as your mouth is stuffed full of his partner in crime. But he does.  Steve loves everything about it.  How compliant you are when he and Eddie box you in, your brain shutting down as theirs kicks into overdrive.  The way you play hard to get only to fall open, ready and wanting, once they have their hands on you.  Shit, it’s enough to drive him out of his fucking mind. Guiding you back to the very long, very large task before you, Steve lets his hand glide over your shoulders, down your bare back, to the edge of your newly exposed panties.  Sucking his lip between his teeth at the way you shiver when he cups your upturned bottom, his fingers move soundlessly into the gap between your thighs.  

You’re excited.  There’s no denying it, not when he can feel the damp heat staining the gusset of your underwear.  He grunts in appreciation, drawing Eddie’s attention with a voice that’s light and even, “How’s she look Harrington?” “Like she’s having a good time, Ed.”  That’s when Steve rubs a knuckle over the soaked center of your underwear, pushing against the fabric to tease your lower lips apart. Scooting lower, Eddie scoffs softly, “She- shit, she really likes that, man.” “Yea?  You like this honey?  Like me touching your pretty pussy while you suck on Eddie’s cock?”  He knows you can’t open your mouth and respond, Eddie’s hold on you ensures that, but Steve likes taunting you just the same.  Pulling the ruined garment aside, two fingers, ruinous and rigid sink inside your warmth only to slide out covered with slick.  Steve licks you from his fingers, grinning. The surprise intrusion makes you inhale sharply, giving Eddie the chance to bump against the back of your throat, your sigh lost to his impossible depth.  He’s close.  Every nudging thrust gets sloppier, less contained, and you’re desperate to give your aching jaw a break.  Choosing to ignore the guy behind you for the one in front of you, you bob down Eddie’s length quickly, hollowing your cheeks to create suction. “Oh fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck!”  Somehow he keeps his exclamations lower than the television’s volume.  Stiffening, Eddie’s grip on your neck tightens as he humps into your waiting mouth once, twice more.  His sticky spend splashes over your tongue in several bursts and you gulp around him, swallowing all you can.

Deflated now, Eddie thumps his head back into the pillow, tugging on your shoulders, “Come ‘ere.”  His lips meet yours savoring the taste of himself on your breath, kissing you clean, his fingers bruising your upper arms with the intensity of his grip.  Manhandling you, he pushes your back into the couch beside him, helping Steve wiggle you out of your drawers. They sit on either side of you, fully clothed but with open flies while you’re naked.  Exposed like you are, the chill air gives you goosebumps and pebbles your sensitive nipples.  Dragging one leg over his, Eddie parts your thighs rudely, your sex entirely on display should anyone else walk into the room. Steve mirrors this action, keeping you open wide, but his insistent hand on your cheek draws your mouth to his.  The thick muscle of his tongue plunges into you and for a second you think that he’s seeking out whatever might remain of Eddie’s oral encounter, but you push the thought aside at the sensation of warm, wet lips on your breasts.  The devil of Hawkins is sucking lewdly at your tight nipple, teeth barely there but threatening, and you arch your back simultaneously wanting more but terrified that Eddie will deliver. Moving to your neck, Steve sucks a vicious red mark onto the skin there, uncaring about who’ll see it and have something to say.  Eddie has licked up to your clavicle, the tendon of your throat receiving a nip before a soothing lick washes away the pain.  His ring-covered hand skims the little touched area of your inner thigh, nails dragging over the untested skin, urging close to your unprotected core. Steve, he husks into your ear, “Been so good for us baby.  Can you be good a little longer?”  The quad trapped between his denim covered ones trembles at the feeling of his strong fingers sliding higher, toying at the crease where your leg becomes hip, and weakly you nod in agreement.  Eddie finds your clit first, his fingertip making small circles, lightly- so lightly that you almost don’t believe his touch is real.  On the other hand, Steve’s fingers draw up and down your seam, collecting your dewy discharge, rubbing at your opening without entering.  Your mouth is millimeters away from his when your lips start moving, “Please.  Please?  Please, Steve.  Please.” Inhaling your pleas, Steve shakes his head in understanding, brushing his plush mouth against yours- not kissing you, but lingering close enough to feel every shuddering, panting breath you take.  Eddie’s finger slips inside of you, easy and eager, your pussy finally, frantically clenching around something of substance.  Steve watches as your eyes widen into owlish circles, your mouth a perfect “O”, as his middle finger presses into you, stretching you around their double intrusion.  Both boys are fingering you, one of them glancing against your spongy g-spot, the other pressing down on your inner wall.  Together they withdraw before surging forward, switching positions, and dragging a shattered sob from you. “Gotta stay quiet, little mouse.  Here.  This’ll help.”  And Steve’s gently pushing your balled up panties between your teeth, a makeshift gag that tastes like your excitement, but lets you hum helplessly as Eddie and Steve slide their fingers in and out of you. Your hand curves around Eddie’s head, tangling in his curls, delirious and dripping around his finger.  Steve takes your other hand and presses it to his expanding bulge, the intention clear: he needs you to get him off.  Whatever willpower you started the night with is gone now.  Steve knows it.  Eddie knows it.  And you affirm it when you wrap your fist around Steve’s girthy member.  Jerking him in smooth strokes, you spread his pre-cum downward, your fingers circling him loosely.  His velvety skin is hot to the touch and you whimper at the way he jumps in your palm, as if his cock wants this as much as he does. It’s Eddie who kisses down your sternum, over your round tummy, and across your pelvis before lifting his brown eyes to yours.  He has the audacity to wink, a wicked smile on his lips, as his spit covered tongue laps against your clit.  Spasming underneath his attention, your hips buck, searching for more.  

Steve shamelessly grinds into your grip, fucking into your hand the way he remembers fucking into you, letting his mouth run hot in your ear, “Look at you, little mouse.  Getting so wet, so turned on that you let your friends fuck you with their fingers.  And- er, shit-” he stutters, clamping down on his bottom lip to stave off cumming too fast, ”- and at the same time?  What a dirty slut you are, huh, little mouse?” The terrible talk sets you alight as Eddie uses his mouth to drive you higher.  As your orgasm begins to build as you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could will your body to stop its inevitable decay into debauchery.  Pivoting, you fully face Steve, cheeks streaked with tears, lips puffy around your make-shift gag.  He sees your eyes roll back, a violent shudder coursing through you, as you wail thinly through the fabric in your mouth. That is all it takes; the sight of you sex drunk, humping your pelvis onto the fingers of each of the guys, your head draped over the couch’s back as a bead of sweat rolls down your neck.  Steve’s release arrives then, coming in creamy waves that drip over your hand, as he quietly chants, “Oh shit.  Oh fuck.  Yessss!”       

Eddie has not stopped, his talented fingers making up for any delay on Steve’s end but now they can both focus on making a complete mess of you.  Kissing hotly along your jaw, Steve yanks your gag free, “Don’t make me regret this.” “I- I won’t”  your purr hoarsely as Steve bites into your earlobe. Your body is contracting, muscles locking up when Eddie sucks against your pulsing bud wildly, making your burning thighs shake uncontrollably.  There are two fingers curling inside of you, but they don’t belong to Steve.  No, he’s bringing your cum stained fingers to your lips with a throaty command, “Clean yourself up, baby.” At the taste of Steve’s spunk your breath runs raggedly, chest heaving, a high pitched sigh escaping your dry lips.  Your ears fuzz over like the end of the VHS tape, static-y and snow-filled.  Collapsing from the inside out, you shake your head, as if you could deny the oncoming orgasm threatening to overwhelm you.  A hand, your hand, yanks hard on Eddie’s curls as both boys work you through your climax.  Somehow you manage to keep from screaming out your pleasure, biting your lip bloody, until you can inhale normally.  Making a show of it, Eddie sucks his finger clean, “Hmm, baby, I swear you’re my favorite flavor.”  Then he’s pushing his lips to yours, the tang of your intimate elixir fresh on his tongue, and you lean into his warmth. 

It feels too good.  The afterglow of being used by Steve and Eddie makes your tendons jelly and your bones soft.  One of them hands you a Twizzler as you smile absently.  Whatever resistance was in you, whatever fight you might have put up was destroyed the minute your mouth accepted Eddie’s kiss.

“You ok, mousie?”  Steve elbows you playfully, that perfect smile filling his face. “Uh huh.”  Eddie faces you now, a look that is close to concern coloring his features, “You uh, you seem pretty out of it, babe.”

A tear, one solitary tear crept over your cheek, through your shut eyes as you offered the pair a small smile, “I just wanna know one thing-”

“Yea?  What’s that?”  Blinking slowly, you swing your head between the two dark haired boys who you are sandwiched between, “How- uh, how did you know?” It’s Eddie who answers, confusion evident in his question, “Know what?” “That-” inhaling a shaky breath you will yourself to sound strong, “-that you could, ya know, do- uh do this to me.” Steve curls an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Oh baby, is that what you think?  That we did this to you and not for you?” “Princess, Stevie and I, we’ve wanted you for a long time.  A long fucking time.  And-” Interrupting, Steve continues with a heavy exhale, “And we found your diary.  Ya know the one where you talk about both of us?” “What?  Where?”  Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more embarrassed, the idea that the guys had found your journal and had a chance to read some of the intimate and private thoughts you once committed to paper causes your stomach to flop.

“You left it here after sleeping over.  I should feel bad about reading it, I guess-” leaning his forehead to yours, Steve sighs, “-but I don’t.” Eddie’s pushing against your side, turning your chin so he can really see you, needy for your attention, “And, we heard you.  We saw you, uh- you were, um, touching yourself in Steve’s bed on Labor Day, when you thought you were alone.  How you whimpered my name when this little hand-” snatching at your fingers, Eddie threads his through your own, placing a dainty kiss to the knuckles, “-this little paw was rubbing your pussy, shit.  I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” Swallowing thickly, your eyes roll shut at the memory.  You had been swimming all day in the sun, Steve and Eddie looking so delicious in their swim trunks, one chest toned and tan, the other fair and tattooed.  It was a moment of weakness, a moment when you gave into your base desires.  Now a moment that wasn’t as private as you initially thought. “But- what happens now?”  It was the question that hurt your heart and head the most.  Almost afraid of the answer, you lick over your bottom lip, hands nervously toying with the fringe of Eddie’s jeans so you didn’t have to look either boy in the eye. “Now?  We watch Nightmare on Elm Street.” Rolling your eyes, you land on Steve’s handsome face, “I mean, what happens between us three?” Eddie grins sheepishly, “Oh, well, we were talking about it and think that dinner is a good start.  Maybe a movie?  Or, if you wanna keep it simple, we can go to the lake-” “Eddie.  I’m serious.”  And you are.  You need to know what to expect, if you should expect anything at all, from Steve and Eddie. “So are we.”  Steve’s tone is firm.  Final.  And somehow reassuring. “Can- Can we do that?”  Your voice is whisper light, timid and searching. “Miss Mouse, we can do whatever the hell we want.”  Eddie closes the narrow gap between you, kissing along your jawline, before pecking down your throat.  Steve mirrors his attention, sucking at your pulse point, his sharp teeth nipping playfully, making you hum. “Whatever- uh- whatever we want?”  You repeat the words like a parrot, mind buzzing at the implication of their words and their deeds. Steve licks over your nipple, drawing gently against the sensitive skin there causing your back to arch, your fingers scratching against his scalp.  The calloused fingers of Eddie’s hand pinch at your other nipple, making you stutter, “I- I want you both.” “We know, sweetheart.  That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you.”  And Eddie’s lips meet yours as Steve’s shift lower, his weight laying over your legs.  You’re being kissed senseless again and no longer have a reason to fight against the rising pressure of pleasure that both guys are bringing your way. — That Halloween night, when the moon is waning and clouds shroud the stars, you please and are pleased in equal measure by Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Eddie “The Freak” Munson.  Maybe you have been blind, blind to what you need, what you want, what the boys can give you.  But not any more.  Now, now you can scurry towards exactly what you need, exactly who you need.  You are one happy little mouse.

When Robin calls you on November First to apologize for ditching you, your voice is froggy, your body is sore and you’re barely awake.  She asks about meeting up but you tell her you can’t.  You have plans.  Eddie and Steve are due over at your place at any minute.

----FIN----

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HALLOWEEN ENDS (2022) dir. David Gordon Green.

Jessy with a Santa's hat: It's november the first! MERRY CHRIS--

MC, in a Halloween costume: End that sentence and you're dead.

 What do you fear, my lady?

A Cage.

🎃Happy Halloween🎃

I'm not able to give y'all cool new pics yet, so I'll post an old vp👉👈

Halloween ‘23 Poll#13

Halloween '23 Poll #13 Kheil as James Pleiades Hawkins from Treasure Planet, which if you haven't watched, do yourself a favor! It's good. Next poll is open for voting and will end tomorrow at 9am Eastern: https://www.supercellcomic.com/poll.html Want to see your fave characters/costumes in future polls? Submit them here: supercellcomic.com/halloween.html

Inktober Day 5: Map

My favourite part of Disney’s 2002 animated feature Treasure Planet is its main song, aptly titled “Jim’s Theme”. It is, however, one of my sister’s favourite Disney movies (although according to people who have a living memory of the early 2000s, I too used to watch this movie on repeat). When I thought about writing this prompt, I felt incredibly stuck. I remember very little of the plot of Treasure Planet, and I had no ideas for crafting a narrative on Jim’s holographic puzzle map. So to get in the mindspace, I put “Jim’s Theme” on repeat. At time of writing I am on my sixth listen to the song, and after hearing the lyrics repeated 6 times, I started thinking about how to conceptualize a map. In Treasure Island, the map is Jim’s call to action, it is what gets him going on the adventure of the film. It is, more than anything, a plot device. But that’s boring, so I thought, what else could it be? What’s a better argument? What if the map is a metaphor for Jim’s character. Someone that neither his mother nor Dr. Delbert Doppler could unlock or understand. “Jim’s Theme” encapsulates this mentality through its opening lyrics “I am a question to the world / Not an answer to be heard” and later, “you don't know me.”  In this essay I will…

Maybe this is something that every film critic since the movie came out has spoken about, but I thought it was a really interesting comparison. If the physical map is Jim, how does that affect his reading of his journey? Is there a reading of his character as overcoming objectification (in the sense that he is seen as a helpful tool to accomplish work (much like B.E.N.))? Could one argue that he is meant only to be understood by the youth, similar to his ability to figure out the map that had puzzled Dr. Doppler.

Ps. It took me approximately 11 loops of this song to finish this little blurb.

All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Writing by her weird sister, who is in midterms, and begs your indulgence as she hasn’t slept in like 3 days.

Billy rolling into Hawkins before he met Steve

HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN, heres my Halloween loving baby frfr (Hawkins loves Halloween, Oda told me)

Stranger Things Halloween Special Review

Synopsis: It’s Halloween Night of 1983, and Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will are gathered at Castle Byers to tell spooky stories. When Will recounts the legend of the Child Eater of Hawkins, things start to get intense for the group as they begin to wonder if the legend is real..........

Observations:

One of the things I’ve enjoyed about the tie-in comics are the stories that focus on the Party and the interactions they have, even when they’re not dealing with the supernatural threat of the Upside Down. It’s nice seeing the group as friends having fun and engaging in their own small adventures. It’s why I’m a fan of comics like the Halloween Special, the Winter Special, Zombie Boys, Stranger Things and Dungeons & Dragons, and Tomb of Ybwen. It helps that comics like these are written in a way where it’s easy to accept them as part of the canon.

The one-shot comic has a similar premise to the novel Hawkins Horrors where the kids gather together on a scary night to tell urban legends about Hawkins. The big differences are 1.) The Halloween Special centers on only one urban legend (The Child Eater of Hawkins) whereas Hawkins Horrors contained a collection of horror stories as told by various characters, and 2.) The Halloween Special only focuses on Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Will, and Jonathan whereas Hawkins Horrors takes place after season 3 when the Byers have moved to California with El, and the characters featured in that novel are Steve, Robin, Nancy, Erica, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max.

The comic itself takes place on October 31st 1983, about a week before the events of season 1 when the gate is opened, El escapes the lab, and Will is taken into the Upside Down.

There’s a running joke in this comic and Hawkins Horrors about Lucas trying and failing to make his stories scary and everyone giving him grief for it.

Will’s story about The Child Eater of Hawkins was genuinely creepy and the comic does a great job with its disturbing images:

The comic was written and published in October 2020, about a year after season 3 ended and the Duffer Brothers had written season 4.

The twist with Jonathan dressing up as the Child Eater to scare Dustin, Mike, and Lucas was funny, and I loved how Will was in on the joke! 😂

On a final note, it’s interesting how Will’s tale about the Child Eater of Hawkins eerily parallels Vecna’s arc in season 4:

Both are monsters who specifically target kids/teens and kill them in gruesome fashion.

Both of the monsters victims are seen as sacrifices: The cops in Will’s story specifically trap 4 teens in the Hawkins Library for the Child Eater to devour so that it’ll go back into hibernation (similar to Pennywise from Stephen King’s IT), whereas Vecna kills 4 teens (Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, Max) to open the gate in Hawkins (with Vecna even telling Max that she’ll be “the final sacrifice”).

Both stories feature authority figures covering up the deaths of the victims and try to keep the public in the dark about what’s really going on.

On top of that, am I the only one who notices the Child Eater of Hawkins looks similar to Vecna?

Coincidence?

This was a fun comic, and I recommend checking it out if you get the chance! :)

HALLOWEEN ENDS (2022) dir. David Gordon Green.