Summary: He’s been hunting you for weeks now. It’s funny how on the first truly crisp day of October, on Halloween, is when he decides that he’s had enough of it. He’s hungry.
Joel Miller pays a Halloween visit.
Word Count: 700
Warnings: 18 + mndi, sex (p in v), age gap, power imbalance, pet names, possessive tendencies, teetering into brat tamer territory, dbf!neighbor!joel, the “daddy’s not around? good,” trope.
I hope you’re celebrating the holiday accordingly babes.
You know it’s his knock before you even open the door. Something about the way his thick knuckles reverberate through the wood.
“Boo.”
The bottoms of his boots hit the threshold as his shoulders fill the height of your doorway. The wind blows in the heaviness of his presence. His voice scares something in you, sure, shakes something a little loose. You reckon you won’t be able to find whatever it is until it completely falls out of you.
Or is whispered into you, your body stopping in recognition. It hums warmth through your skin the closer he moves.
“Mr. Miller, quite the boogeyman. Was expecting someone a little… younger.”
“They don’t call me all the things they do for nothin’, pumpkin.” He smirks proud through his witty remark and throws his eyes down your body. “And what are you?”
“I’m too old to trick-or-treat Joel. So door patrol, that’s what I am.”
“If you’re too old,” he mocks, stomping his feet closer, “Then what am I? ‘Nough of that, where’s your Dad?”
“Out.”
“Oh, don’t be like that sweetheart. I brought you a gift, but I guess you’re too old now to want somethin’ sweet. Good girl, really. You get too much sweet n’ it starts rottin’ your teeth. Too pretty for that, aren’t ya?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions.” He liked that you talked back.
His teasing wasn’t new. The way your body reacted to it wasn’t new. The way his eyes darkened the closer they drifted to your core, wasn’t either.
“Well I’ll leave him your message for when he gets back. You’re holding up the line.” You motion to the tiny humans behind him.
“You’re a lil’ piece of heaven, you know that?” He crooks his head to the left, looking for traces of his words through your body.
You knew you wanted to be a part of his heaven, even if you were just allotted a little tiny space in some forgotten corner.
“Tell you what. You give these good and patient kids their candy and then you walk back into that door and I’ll follow. You won’t ask questions, you’ll do as I say and you’ll do it with your mouth shut.”
He’s been hunting you for weeks now. It’s funny how on the first truly crisp day of October, on Halloween, is when he decides that he’s had enough of it. He’s hungry.
So you do as he says, giving the children their candy while he stands behind you. You can feel his presence.
“Happy Halloween!” You close the door before anyone else comes up. Before time runs out and you’re no longer alone.
Joel isn’t a patient man, either. Never has been.
“Wanna show me how well that pussy stretches?” He asked as if it was a question rather than a demand. “I’ll be gentle if ya listen. How bout this, tonight you can be my little play thing. Would that make you feel better? Feel like you aren’t missin’ out?”
His fingers were already melting into the fat of your hips, turning you around and promptly folding you over the couch.
He aligned his hips with your ass, pressing himself into you as he pushed you harder into the couch. He was so big, overpowering. It felt good to melt below him. Safe.
“Need me to show you what you can take, little mouse?”
You would love to find out how he likes it, how arched he wants you, if he wants your hips titled this or that way, which way feels better for his cock. How he holds your shoulders, hand sprawled against your naked back, one leg on the couch and the other holding you up, filling you over and over and over again as he presses you into your own wetness coating the couch from screaming releases.
He’s purring obscenities in your ear.
“Knew you’d take me well. We fit so good together. Wanna see myself right,” he grabs your wrist, positioned above your head and against the couch to stop him from breaking it every time he enters you again, and moves it to where your stomach and mound meet, “here. Wanna see it bulge whenever I hit our favorite spot.”
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Trick or treat, your ovaries go YEET
bonus points if you don't even have to look at the face to know who these hands belong to🥴🥴🎃
The pathetic thing is, I can also guess the era based on his muscleature.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
You are both a treat and a trick, lovely @glitchquake. And I mean that as a sincere compliment🎃☺️❤️
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Chapters: 1/1
Words: 5526
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins
Additional Tags: the plot is as thin as a dollar tree Halloween wig, Happy Ending, monsterfucker Steve, monster eddie, alt universe - no upside down, Not Canon Compliant, implied Steve/Tommy past fuckbuddies, Docking, Rimming, tongue-fucking, tailfucking, huge literal monster loads, Come Swapping, blink and miss it blood tasting, Light D/s Dynamics, They Did The Monster Mash
Summary:
Steve grew up hearing campfire stories about the Black Woods Monster.
He just never expected it to be real (or for it to want to seduce him.)
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