#wait wait wait COCKTOBER

[captain-hawks]

@ the nonnie who sent me *that* Osamu kinktober request: ily. i literally lost my car in a parking lot because i opened my phone to that and every other reasonable thought swiftly left my brain 🥵

#some kinktober combos just really make my brain go brrrrrr #if I’m prepping the requests now does that make this Sintember #Slutember???? #Whorevember is right around the corner too #wait wait wait COCKTOBER #ok I’m done

[girlxso]

I can not wait for #Cocktober

#hornyposting #cocky af #cutie w a bootie #sexy tease #naked truth #white girlfriend

[dameronscopilot]

hiiii this the cocktober hotline?? started thinking abt blowing poe when he's in his flight suit and I need to be reviveddddd (sorry if this sent twice I got a message that it didn't go through the first time)

anything for you, mack 🧡

poe dameron x reader

— flight suit kink, blowjob, face fucking

18+

“Baby—“

“Relax, flyboy.”

Poe lets out an undignified groan when you roughly drag a hand through his dark, messy curls, fingers tangling in the back as you pull hard enough to drag his lust-blown gaze toward the ceiling of the hangar. He exhales, letting his body sag against the X-wing’s ladder as your deft fingers work open the seam that runs down the middle of his flight suit.

Exhaust, oil, dirt, sweat—you inhale deeply, smirking as you palm the hard length waiting between the pilot’s legs, straining against the thick, orange material. There’s a dark spot of precum leaking through, a product of you grinding against him moments before while his tongue was down your throat.

He’d protested when you pulled away, your lips not nearly swollen enough for his liking yet. But the feeling of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh left your mouth watering with the need to put them to another use.

Poe’s skin is still warm and slick from the temperature in the cockpit, body still subject to the echoes of adrenaline vibrating through his nerves. His voice is still a little raw from barking orders over the comms.

He’s a fucking sight to behold in the sky, all focus and precision and cocky confidence.

But he’s wholly pliant here, wholly yours. Slumped against the side of his T-70, biting his lower lip and choking out your name as you let his flushed, leaking cock spring free and begin to slide his fat shaft into the damp warmth of your mouth.

The stiff material of his flight suit rubs against your chin as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of cum and sweat coating your mouth. And just because you can, you make no effort to be anything less than sloppy in the way you hollow your cheeks and repeatedly engulf his length between your lips, face wet with saliva.

He digs the heels of his boots into the ground, the ladder creaking in protest as he grips it tightly when you begin mouthing at and sucking on his balls. The dark orange spot on his suit spreads, soaked through with spit and precum.

Glancing up at Poe, you watch the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he stares down at you—on your knees for him, lips slick and swollen. He brings the calloused fingertips of one hand to the side of your face, caressing the curve of your jaw. With the other, he rubs his cock against the outside of your cheek before dragging the tip over your mouth.

He waits.

You nod, body flushing warm with arousal that seeps heavily down your spine.

Poe pushes his dick past your lips once more, and you relax your jaw as he sinks in deep against your tongue and begins to fuck your mouth. Far too worked up from your prior ministrations, there’s nothing steady about the way he plunges in and out, hips stuttering in a cacophonous sham of a rhythm. You clench your thighs together hard, feeling the arousal pooling wetly in your underwear, and moan shamelessly around his shaft.

Cum floods your mouth as Poe bites his fist to muffle the groan of pleasure that accompanies his climax, spilling out past your lips and dripping down your chin.

#answers from the cockpit #cocktober hotline #poe thots #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut

[dameronalone]

okay okay okay okay I need more time to percolate on Poe bc rn the brain is too fuzzy on How specifically it wants him but can I present to the court dhfjfhdkdjff face fucking with Marc because because because i just think about it and get a little silly....just a little silly.

i gotchu I gotchu

18+

Because like, it takes a lot to get Marc to be selfish.

He's an extremely generous lover who tends to bury his face between your thighs, for hours if you'd let him, and he'd be content enough to stay there if his greed for you didn't start to creep in - also in the way that you asked for him to fuck you and he can't deny you anything.

So you have to convince him to be selfish, working up from handjobs to blowjobs, and even then he's so careful and you only love him for it, but he holds back so much.

Marc Spector is more afraid of himself than you are of him. But he can't deny how good you look on your knees, rucking his sweatpants down his hips and nuzzling into his cock, still trapped in his boxer briefs. It startles a rough moan from his throat, and you glance up at him from under your lashes to catch him staring down at you.

You don't think he realizes just how attracted to him you are, just how much you love him, and pull his flushed cock out of his underwear, determined to convince him. The musky smell of him makes your mouth water, and you don't bother teasing him with your tongue, suddenly impatient as you take him as far as you can. Curling your fingers around the rest of his length, your eyes flutter shut with a moan, the vibrations against his cock making him twitch.

You plant one hand on his sturdy thigh, steadying yourself with a tight grip there as you suck him off properly, pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock, pulling off to take a breath and kissing the head before going back down, testing your limits - Marc shakes, temors with the effort of still, still holding back, and you can't take it anymore.

Pulling off to catch your breath, you stare up at Matc as you keep pulling at his dick. He's staring at you like he can't believe you're real, eyes blown wide.

"Marc," you moan, wet between your thighs with how badly you want him. Want him in your throat. He reaches between you, wipes at your chin and only smears spit and precum across your skin. "Marc, I want you to let go. Marc, please," you beg, and something finally snaps.

"Tap twice if you want me to stop," Marc commands, bending to lick into your mouth briefly, gathering your hair in one hand as he kissed you.

When he straightens back up, chest heaving, Marc's face has hardened into something wanting, hungry, and you moan when he presses his cock into your mouth. He pushes deeper, nudging your throat, testing your limits - and then further pushing you all the way until your nose is brushing against his skin, the wiry hair at the base of his cock. You choke, just a little, and Marc pulls your head back, but not for reprieve - not exactly.

He meets your eye, waits for another nod of confirmation - and when it comes, he is merciless.

Marc fucks your mouth and he is all encompassing to your senses, everything in your narrowed to the girth of his leaking cock in your mouth, pushing you to keep up with him even as you slip one hand between your own thighs. It's all you can do to catch your breath when he pulls you off, but you keep chasing his cock, craving the feeling of it filling you in a different way than usual.

When he comes, it's with an earth shattering groan, pulsing cock filling your mouth with warm cum - what little bit you can't swallow spills down the corners of your mouth, and Marc crashes to his knees to cradle your face and kiss you.

"My turn," he growls, fumbling with the waistband of your shorts.

request a cocktober quickie 🎃✨️

#cocktober quickie #dameronalone reader fic #18+ #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector smut

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

It’s COCKtober 🍆🎃 u🇺🇸 know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅 Dick sucking 🍆awareness month🈷️ 😯🙆🏼👅 time🕡 to remind all 👭😈 that love💛 that dick 🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 THOT-O-WEEN 🎃is upon us🇺🇲 become the tru thot king👸👸!! BOO!! Sorry did I 😨scare 😨 you?? 🇮🇹it's🇮🇹🇮🇹 Cocktober 😈🌚 u🇺🇸 kno what😦 that 😏means 😏 SLUT-O-WEEN! back🔙 is the spookiest🏮 slut 🔛on 🔛 the block!!!! 🌚😈🔮💯 you've been visited by the thottie 👻 ghost‼‼ if u 🇺🇲 don't send this to 🔟 other thots💁🏽😩💋 you will 🉐get🉐 ❌NO DICK 🙅🏽✋🏽👋🏽 this Halloween 🎃😜😉Spread awareness of this joyous occasion by sending this to 🙆🏼👅 10🕙 of ur closest hoes! Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back: THICC DICC KING 💯👑👸‼️ Get 5️⃣ back: 🇺🇲u🇺🇲 gettin 💯the succ💦 tonite💦🌝 Get 0️⃣ back: no😣 🚫 succ for u🇻🇮🇻🇮 😭👻

He... didn't know this was a thing, and he wasn't sure how to feel upon discovering it was a thing. Was this a meme that the past had that simply died out when the apocalypse came, or one that never existed in the first place? He wasn't sure, but one thing was for certain: He kind of regret that he read any of this.

Hopefully no one else a witness to this incredibly sudden, awkward, and almost comically raunchy experience. But if he had to guess, this had already spread around quite a bit.

Wait a second... Did this mean someone considered him their closest hoe? Or a thot? No- No, he's probably overthinking it. Time for him to leave.

#suggestive cw #// i don't think i've EVER been given a cocktober ask #// i'm flattered

[cxldtyrant]

Anonymous asked: It’s COCKtober 🍆🎃 u🇺🇸 know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅 Dick sucking 🍆awareness month🈷️ 😯🙆🏼👅 time🕡 to remind all 👭😈 that love💛 that dick 🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 THOT-O-WEEN 🎃is upon us🇺🇲 become the tru thot king👸👸!! BOO!! Sorry did I 😨scare 😨 you?? 🇮🇹it's🇮🇹🇮🇹 Cocktober 😈🌚 u🇺🇸 kno what😦 that 😏means 😏 SLUT-O-WEEN! back🔙 is the spookiest🏮 slut 🔛on 🔛 the block!!!! 🌚😈🔮💯 you've been visited by the thottie 👻 ghost‼‼ if u 🇺🇲 don't send this to 🔟 other thots💁🏽😩💋 you will 🉐get🉐 ❌NO DICK 🙅🏽✋🏽👋🏽 this Halloween 🎃😜😉Spread awareness of this joyous occasion by sending this to 🙆🏼👅 10🕙 of ur closest hoes! Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back: THICC DICC KING 💯👑👸‼️ Get 5️⃣ back: 🇺🇲u🇺🇲 gettin 💯the succ💦 tonite💦🌝 Get 0️⃣ back: no😣 🚫 succ for u🇻🇮🇻🇮 😭👻

"Tch. What sort of nonsensical gibberish are you spewing now, you vile Earthling? Is this "Halloween" you humans partake in some sort of depraved, sexual ritual?" He questioned, his tone thick with disgust. And here he was, led to believe that it was some harmless festivity where its people would dress up for the occasion while partaking in confections. At least, that's what Mariko had told him... surely, she would not have misled him, would she?

Wait, what did this foul creature just call him?

"... what is a "thot"?"

#[inquiry; response] #[anonymous] #[I went to go finish those bingo asks and this popped up] #[Cooler thinks Earthlings are weird] #[and has no idea what a thot is lol] #[who wants to tell him?]

[superchat]

bro its not even COCKTOBER can you wait like two days

[peoplcshope]

It’s COCKtober 🍆🎃 u🇺🇸 know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅 Dick sucking 🍆awareness month🈷️ 😯🙆🏼👅 time🕡 to remind all 👭😈 that love💛 that dick 🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 THOT-O-WEEN 🎃is upon us🇺🇲 become the tru thot king👸👸!! BOO!! Sorry did I 😨scare 😨 you?? 🇮🇹it's🇮🇹🇮🇹 Cocktober 😈🌚 u🇺🇸 kno what😦 that 😏means 😏 SLUT-O-WEEN! back🔙 is the spookiest🏮 slut 🔛on 🔛 the block!!!! 🌚😈🔮💯 you've been visited by the thottie 👻 ghost‼‼ if u 🇺🇲 don't send this to 🔟 other thots💁🏽😩💋 you will 🉐get🉐 ❌NO DICK 🙅🏽✋🏽👋🏽 this Halloween 🎃😜😉Spread awareness of this joyous occasion by sending this to 🙆🏼👅 10🕙 of ur closest hoes! Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back: THICC DICC KING 💯👑👸‼️ Get 5️⃣ back: 🇺🇲u🇺🇲 gettin 💯the succ💦 tonite💦🌝 Get 0️⃣ back: no😣 🚫 succ for u🇻🇮🇻🇮 😭👻

He was simply too flabbergasted...wait. Okay..having spent a lot of intimate time with his lover he DOES know the word thicc is just affectionate 'slang' for big..soo thicc dicc king would mean the sender thinks his genitals are so large that they'd consider him royalty. Flattering if not a little creepy. Then there was the concept of the word 'hoes'. "What exactly is a hoe..?"

Then the footsteps of another enters the scene..the younger version of himself.

"It could mean a few things. Usually kids our age like to refer as the women we surround ourselves with as 'hoes'. And you're me so I'm sure you've got a lot of hoes swarming don't you big bro. Yup preeetty much like me." The cocky teen grins.

"I still don't think I could use that term 'hoe'. It sounds so..derogatory." The onlder Trunks would sigh in defeat. "Wait a minute..the only other girl I see you hang out with is Mai..aren't majority of your friends guys?"

Having been caught in a lie of sorts the younger one mentally panics for a few seconds before clearing his throat and regaining his composure. "Look, this isn't about me..just send it to 10 other people or you're not gonna get your dick sucked."

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough. #I've gotten this on discord once #and oh lord no nut november is nearly upon us

[0ystercatcher]

oh wait...its cocktober

#m

[sayakizzz]

hi alpha can i have kissie Fuck a hater , hit a snitch , your my girl 👭 , my 5 star bitch , i love you more than any dick 💕💯, && if i dont get this back 🕙 , you aint worth shit !! Send this to 8 girls you care about .. 💯 I love you , I love you forever !! 💯 Whoever stops this will suffer for 83 days !! 💯💯💯 Ready, set, GO !!!! inIt's COCKtober 🍆🎃 u know what that means 👀👅 Dick sucking awareness month 😯🙆🏼👅 send this to 12 of ur closet hoes 👭😈 that love that dick 🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 THOT-O-WEEN 🎃is upon us !! If you get this message ✉️ you are queen 👸of the thots!!! Forward this to 7⃣ of the 🍆ThOtTiEsT🍆 thots 💁that you know will get some 👉👌 soon !!! If you don't, be prepared 🙍for 6⃣9⃣ days of bad luck ⚠️ 🍀 ‼️ATTENTION ‼️💀👻ALL HALLOWEEN 🎃🕸HOES 😚💅ITS TIME TO GET SPOOKY ☠️YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS👏GET 👊FISTED👊 BY A 💀SKELETON 💀SHOVE ✊🍭CANDY 🌽🌽CORN🍬IN YOUR 👉PUSSY 😽AND 🙅DONT 🙅‍♂️FORGET 😩🙌TO SUCK SOME 💏DRACULA 💉DICK 🍆💦 SO PUT 🔛 YOUR 👗👑 COSTUMES AND GO 🚪DOOR TO DOOR🚪👀👅💦BEGGING FOR THAT 😍GOOD GOOD😍 SEND THIS TO TWELVE1️⃣2️⃣☠️SPOOKY 👻🍑SLUTS🌮 TO 👁SHOW 💁🏼THAT YOURE READY TO GET SOME 🍫CHOCOLATE🍫 COVERED🍆DICK🌽 BOO!! Sorry did I scare you?! WASSUP GURL😉😉😊 ITS COCKTOBER 😈🌚🍂🍃🍁 AND IF YOU👈🏽 ARE GETTING THIS👇🏽😘 IT MEANS UR A HALLOWEEN 👻🎃👻👻🎃 👻🎃👻 HOE😏😩😩👅💦💦 every year in Cocktober the jack o slut🎃🎃🎃 comes to life🙀😻😻🙌🏽👏👏🙌🏽 coming to harvest 🍁🍂🍃 his hoes for THOT-O-WEEN😏😏💥💥🎈🎂🎉 send this to 15 other Halloween Hoes or else you a TRICK🎃👻👻 🎃 IF YOU GET 5 BACK UR A THOT-O-WEEN TREAT😋😋 IF YOU GET 10 BACK UR A SLUTTY WITCH BITCH👄😍✨🔮 BUT IF YOU GET 15 BACK UR THE SPOOKIES

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[cockasinthebird]

Jokes on ya'll

It's not gonna be cowboytober or spooktober

It's gonna be

C O C K T O B E R

#And that's that on that #Periodt. #Harringrove #Can't wait #Cocktober #C O C K T O B E R

[erlkonig-gheyn]

What does one do when Frantic Fanfic, that fic-shuffling site, hands you a story in-flagrante to complete, and you’re a somewhat-asexual n00b writer who has written a grand total of zero (0) sex scenes ever?

Reader, I drew a blank as wide as a desert! I panicked and went, “what happens during sex”? And my brain went “cock”. Desperately, I tried to imagine myself as Phoenix: what would Phoenix do in this situation? And troll brain helpfully answered, “touch his cock.”

tOuCh HiS cOcK.

Okay. How do I touch his cock?

Brain: Idk. Stroke it or something.

The clock was ticking down. I had to write something. Anything! In despair, I wrote “he stroked his cock” into the answer box, cringing all the while, and it was the most stilted, awkward sex, real or fictional, that I’ve ever had the displeasure to be a part of.*

I’m sure this is a metaphor for something.

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to learn to write smut for a while now, and no time like the present, right? As Hugh Jackman says, What’s waited ‘til tomorrow starts tonight. So, in that 🎶note🎵 (Haha? Hah?), I’ve decided to write one short sex scene a day for 30 days, and hopefully by the end of it I’ll know a sex word besides “cock”.

Wish me luck! Cocktober begins. . . now!

* To clarify: the sex was bad. Not the experience of writing it - that was hilarious and mortifying in a fun way lmao

#writing #frantic fanfic #cocktober

[cgrimes]

happy first of halloween everybody

#i love cocktober #i cant wait for SPOOKS #me and my crush are gonna be han and leia can you believe #per

[cherrydreamer]

Fic writer question meme

Tagged by the always lovely @ihni (thank you! I loved reading your answers, your WIPs all sound so interesting, I can’t wait to see them bloom!)

How many works do you have on AO3?

44- although a LOT of those were mini Cocktober Prompts that I posted as separate fics rather than collecting them into one (which would’ve been a lot more sensible!)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

219065. WHOA! That is a LOT of words. I bet most of them are ‘just’ and ‘little’ and ‘uh’.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only Stranger Things (so far!)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. BBQ Wings for Satan

2. 'Cause He's In Love With The Boy On The Hawkins Family Video Checkout Desk

3. It Starts with a Scrunchie

4. Don’t Leave Me (Hanging on the Telephone) (WIP)

5. 5 Times Hop Found Billy Doing Something 'Dangerous' (and One Time He Sorta Encouraged It...)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to, although sometimes I’m not great at getting back to ones on older fics cause time passes and then I feel like I’ve left it too long. I LOVE it when people ask questions or pick out their favourite parts and I like to say thank you. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think I do angsty endings, not really. Sea Turtle is probably my angstiest, with lil kid Billy crying over Lego and Neil being an ass, but it’s part of a series that will have a happy ending eventually!

Maybe Satantic Panic? Max trying a ritual to bring Billy back from the dead. It’s more of a cliffhanger ending than angsty though...

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t...yet! I have a lil Gilmore Girls one in my WIPs but it’s more like an Diner!AU with the odd cameo from some GG side characters! 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only a few little things, nothing harsh. I think it was the same person commenting on a lot of Harringrove fics at the time so I got off very lightly compared to other people.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Sometimes. I dabbled for Cocktober because, well, I HAD to try! It’s definitely not my strength. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I doubt it! 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really co-writing, but I’ve done some fics based on art. Usually the art came first and inspired me, but Mono and I did a lil collab of Steve in a 90s plastic choker (and Billy being utterly turned on of course!)

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Harringrove stole my heart but it was the fandom that kept me there. Such lovely lovely people! So now the ship is all wrapped up with the friendships I’ve made here!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The aforementioned Gilmore Girls AU with asshole prep school Steve. I have so much of it written, I just don’t know if it’ll ever see the light. 

What are your writing strengths?

Fluff? Maybe? I like thinking up the softest situations and throwing Steve and Billy right into them so they can get some love and comfort and happiness! 

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh god there is still so much I’m working on! I struggle with descriptions, I tend to give the vaguest idea of a location, and maybe some items there, but that’s it. I definitely compare myself to other writers and their gorgeous scene setting and find my own lacking, but it also gives me a push to keep on experimenting and seeing what works for me. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I haven’t done it, I don’t think. The only other language I have much experience with is German (and a few words of Welsh!) so it’s never come up. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Writing and posting was Harringrove (cause everyone was so nice I actually felt confident to do it!) 

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I quite like Bring This Ship Into the Shore because it’s just me stuffing a fic with my favourite tropes and hamming them up! 80s music, mix tapes, hospital recovery, protective Steve etc. etc. 

And it’s not exactly written yet (well it IS, mostly, but it’s not posted!), but I have such a soft spot for Don’t Leave Me (Hanging on the Telephone) already. I keep thinking up new little bits for it when I’m in the shower or out on a walk, and it’s already grown so much!)

Tagging

oOOooh there are SO many amazing writers I would love to know more about @passivenovember @lazybakerart @flippyspoon @heck-in-a-handbasket @adecentsizedcabbage @smashmouth-hargrove (no pressure of course!!)

#tag game #writer stuff

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Pumpkin Head

I think day six was what this went with for Cocktober, Tumblr is being insurable when I try to pull it up, and my computer is just being generally problematic so I’m not sure. I’ll link it later. 

Warnings: Billy is the headless horseman so he doesn’t have a head, body modification without consent it happened centuries ago but it is mentioned. Anal fingering, fucking out in the open (Can’t remember the word right now.), anal sex, cream pie.

Pumpkin Head

Steve has been working at the Drunken Pumpkin since before there was a town built up around it, when it was just an inn, in the middle of nowhere. The place has had several remodels over the centuries, keeping up with the town aesthetic but it remains mostly the same. It is just a bar these days, the space upstairs instead turned into small apartments that the staff can rent. Steve himself does not live at the bar, has a cabin he shares with Billy in the woods a short distance from the town line, where houses make way to forest and farmland. 

Steve usually works during the day, but the closer they get to Halloween the busier the place gets and the more night shifts Steve ends up taking, everyone coming to town for haunted attractions and monster sightings. Some are authentic, others are the town residents putting on a show, it helps protect those that are actually members of the supernatural community, helps them to remain hidden. They are well into October now, and Steve has two more hours on his shift before he can call it a night.

Steve moves around the place waiting tables so Robin can hide behind the bar, more likely to kill someone if they grab her ass than Steve. Steve curses under his breath, narrowly catching a pitcher that slips from his hands when a new group comes in, covered in stringy orange pulp and pumpkin flesh. They are rowdy and bitching at one another as they make their way to the bar, proclaiming loudly that they saw the headless horseman. Steve and Robin share a look across the room and she nods her head toward the door, Steve mouthing ‘thank you’ at her as he heads out, Carol is working the floor too so it is not like he is leaving Robin at a real disadvantage. 

Steve heads toward the pumpkin farm near his cabin, knowing he will find Billy there. This is not the first time Billy has thrown pumpkins at tourists, they have been together for centuries and Billy is just as hot headed now as he had been when he still had his head. Steve had not made the decision to keep Billy alive in this way, did not bind them together, there had been a bloody battle and both of them had been gravely injured. Max and Dustin made the choice. Billy had been a sulky mess those first few decades after losing his head, and Steve missed it too, missed hearing Billy speak, missed his long blond hair, and his ocean blue eyes, e still misses all of it. He only ever gets to see Billy’s face on Samhain now when the veil is thin, but he is never not thankful Billy is still with him.

There is not a lot of lighting at the pumpkin patch, just a few sparse lights from the nearby road a good distance away, the moon is the only thing allowing Steve to see as he walks through the rows of pumpkins. Steve stops when he spots Billy coming out of the dark, glad to see he left Crosby at home, Steve is pretty sure that horse is always judging him. Billy is bigger than he was when he was alive, a side effect of whatever Max and Dustin did to keep him alive. Even without his head he towers over Steve as he steps into his space.

"You threw another one of your heads at tourists!" Steve yells frowning up at where Billy’s head would be if he had one, usually he wears the pumpkins Steve carves for him, the one Steve made most recently nowhere in sight. When Billy had first come to terms with his predicament it had just been to help him adjust, told people where their eyes were supposed to be looking.

Steve is pretty sure the only reason after all of this time that Billy keeps using the pumpkins is because he likes to chuck them at people when he gets annoyed. Steve spends a lot of time carving Billy's likeness into them though, he has gotten really good at it. Steve tried to appease Billy with just painting them, and at one point after Billy threw one too many and staples had been invented he just started sticking copies of his likeness to them. Billy gets all broody when he does that though, knocks the pumpkins off the table, refuses to wear them out, stomps around the house until Steve gives in and carves a new one for him. 

"You have to stop throwing your heads at people. I spend a lot of time working on those pumpkins." Steve pouts, he turns away from Billy, stepping out of his space,  ball of light coming up from his hand as he squats down to inspect the nearby pumpkins. "You got to stop it." Steve insists again when Billy drops a hand to his shoulder, silent, always so silent without a mouth to speak. "Going to make a rat for you next time." Steve jokes has done it before, made it look like Splinter from the ninja turtles once, Billy had not been pleased.

"Dammit Billy!" Steve hisses when a big booted foot stomps on the pumpkin he was just looking at splattering him in the process, the light coming from his hand dying out in his surprise.  Billy has no problem expressing his displeasure without words. 

Steve tries to move away from the mess but then Billy gets a hand on the back of his neck and he is being pushed forward, ass up, face down against the dirt. "I was joking, no!" Steve insists, not that Billy will believe him. "You're such an asshole." Steve whines as Billy drops to his knees behind him, hand on the back of his neck keeping him down as more pumpkin guts seep into his clothes, his other hand ripping Steve’s pants down, the fabric tearing as Billy does not waste the effort to unbutton them.

"Dammit Billy!" Steve shouts, seriously this is the third pair of pants he has ripped in haste this week, Steve is shit at mending spells and Robin always teases him when he begs her to fix them. Billy is not really listening though, he knows Steve is not saying no to the important part, if he were Billy would be off him in a second just like always when Steve means no to sex, which is not often. Despite being alive for centuries now and Steve’s sex drive has not gone down much, and he is just as into being manhandled by Billy now as he was when Billy could still let filth spill from his mouth while doing it. His cock hanging heavy and hard between his thighs, drooling a little puddle of pre into the dirt is a testament to that.

Steve would protest about fucking out in the open, but they are always fucking out in the open, he cannot remember the last time he did not end up with leaves in his hair or dirt on his knees. Billy loves fucking Steve out in the open and Steve might protest at times but he is into it to, never fails to have his dick hard in seconds. What Steve does not love is all the dirt and the pumpkin guts seeping into his clothes. Billy’s favorite place to push him to the ground and fuck him is this stupid pumpkin patch and one of these Samhain nights when Billy can actually speak Steve is going to remember to ask him why. You would think being forced to use a pumpkin for a head would leave Billy wanting a change of location but no he never gets tired of the pumpkin patch.

Steve squirms trying to edge away from the smashed pumpkin, but Billy’s hand tightens and Steve pants, fingers digging into the dirt as Billy’s other hand palms his ass. Steve whines as Billy pulls his cheek to the right, thumb brushing against his rim, Billy pressing a little more firmly just to hear that noise again. “Billy” Steve whines again as the thumb circles, his rim fluttering, and he tries to shake his hips, tries to press back against him but Billy’s hold on the back of his neck is firm. 

Steve gives an annoyed huff, loose dirt shooting a short distance away from him as he pouts. Billy shifts, chest covering Steve’s back and he can feel Billy’s clothed erection pressing against his naked ass. Steve wiggles his ass as much as he can, a little shocked moaning laugh coming when Billy slaps his ass without warning. 

Steve is distracted by Billy’s bulge pressing against him, so it takes him a few minutes to register the hand by his face waving. Steve knows exactly what that gesture means when they are pressed together like this. He holds his hand out focusing on the little bottle of lube in the pocket of his tattered trousers discarded somewhere behind them. It takes a minute, Steve once again getting distracted as Billy rolls his hips against Steve ass, the fabric of his jeans rough against Steve’s bare skin. Steve crows triumphantly when the little bottle shoots across the distance and slaps against his hand, and Billy snatches it up.

Billy is kind of like a heater and while the weather has not gotten too cold, there is still a chill in the air and when Billy pulls back his hands leaving Steve, he finally takes notice of it. Steve shivers and whines he hates the cold, will not let Billy push him to the ground when snow is covering it. Billy’s long jacket drops over him, warm and smelling like pumpkins and the cologne Billy uses, of fields full of growing plants and the fire that is always burning in the cabin.

Steve cannot see with the coat covering him, light coming from around his legs as Billy flips the end of the coat up so he can get at Steve’s ass, big palms stroking Steve’s ass before the distinct sound of a cap popping. Steve hisses out an “Asshole” as Billy drips cold lube down his crack, not bothering to warm it up between his palms first. Steve hisses again, dick swinging as it gives a kick, pre dripping as Billy pinches the sensitive skin at the inside of his thigh before trailing his hand up. 

Steve squirms, cheek pressing deeper into the dirt, left eye clenched tight to keep any of it from getting in, it has happened before and he would rather not have a repeat of that experience, it is a real mood killer. His fingers clench in the dirt, softened form the till and getting under his nails as Billy trails his fingers along his crack brushing softly over Steve’s rim, teasing. “Billy.” Steve says annoyed, he lifts one foot pressing it against the meat of Billy’s thick thigh, lifting and pressing again when Billy continues to tease. 

Billy catches Steve by the ankle and pushes his foot back down, and Steve would definitely start complaining but then Billy presses one thick finger into him and it dies on his lips, he just sighs instead as Billy gives him what he wants. The thumb of Billy’s other hand caresses the skin of his ankle as he works a finger in and out of Steve, some days Billy likes to draw it out, make Steve beg, but not when they are in the field, not this close to Halloween when there are more tourists around. Billy has a second finger in Steve in no time, scissoring and going right for his prostate with a practiced ease.

Steve claws at the dirt, pressing back against Billy’s fingers. “Faster.” Steve demands and Billy does  not make him beg, moves his hand faster, fingers pistoning in and out of Steve, pressing against Steve’s prostate. Steve shouts a complaint when Billy’s hand slows again, his dick flushed and glistening where the moonlight shines between their bodies, he was getting really close with all of that attention to his prostate. Steve groans as Billy slaps his ass hard and presses a third finger into him.

Three quickly turns to four, Steve making little huffing groaning moans into the ground, a little puddle of mud forming from the drool sliding from his lips. Billy brushes against his prostate on every other press in, other hand tight on the back of Steve’s thigh, thumb caressing the soft flesh of his taint as he keeps him from thrusting back and getting more than Billy wants to give him. Billy pulled his hand free, two lube coated fingers tapping at the base of his spine, a silent question.

“Yeah Billy, ready, so fucking ready.” Steve says as Billy shifts him, the lube bottle pressing against his rim and if Steve were in his right mind he would have something to say about it but he is not, he is all foggy brained by lust. Billy squirts lube directly into him, a shocked gasp ringing from Steve at the cold feel, the fingers tightening around his thigh keeping him from pulling too far away. 

Some still escapes, dribbles down his taint to slide over his balls as Billy tosses the bottle somewhere carelessly. Steve hears it hit something, probably denting a pumpkin and it is a good thing they own this patch of land or he knows they would be getting shit from the farmer who maintains it. He will probably still hear about it if they do not remember to grab the bottle. Steve repeats ‘Grab the bottle’ a few times in hopes that he will not forget later, he has had one to many awkward conversations with the man as is.

The press of Billy’s cock at his rim washes those thoughts away, and Steve is right back in the here and now. Billy’s cock has always been thick, thicker than Steve’s, but after the magic the kids work into him, it like everything else is bigger. Four fingers is barely enough of a stretch, does not really compare to the girth of Billy. He always gets Steve all horny and pliant before pressing in, knows it is the only way he can without hurting Steve. They can never have a proper quickie, too much prep needed first. 

Steve likes a good stretch but his cock still starts to flag, always does until he adjusts. It is just a lot, and that little puddle gets worse, caking mud into his pours as Billy keeps pressing in. One hand petting at Steve’s back over the coat, the other on the ground near Steve’s head in easy reach so Steve can grab for it if he needs Billy to stop but cannot get the words out. He does not need Billy to stop, breathe a little shaky as Billy bottoms out.

Billy does not move for a long few minutes, giving Steve’s body the time it needs to adjust before sliding a hand down and around, thick fingers stroking over Steve’s cock. Billy does not start moving until Steve is moaning again, cock hard and leaking in his hand. Steve starts rolling his hips as best he can, silently asking for more and Billy does not deny him.

Steve feels too hot, dirty fingers tugging at the coat trying to get it off as Billy pulls out. It is ripped away from his face, pushed to the side, one arm still stuck between them as Billy presses back in, Steve moaning as he sucks in fresh air. Billy’s hand goes back to his cock as he really starts thrusting. Steve pants and moans into the dirt, as Billy’s thick cock slides in and out of him, it hits his prostate on every stroke too big to miss it. 

Steve never lasts long like this, something about the press of the dirty under his knees, the crisp fall air, the someone could see aspect of it all making heat pool in his stomach quickly. Billy never last long either, gets off just as quickly as Steve in this stupid pumpkin patch, because it is always here. Billy’s hand strokes him faster as he slams into him harder, making Steve scoot across the dirt, the puddle smearing mud into his neck and chest as he slides. 

Pumpkin guts are really in his hair now, a seed digging into his cheek but he cannot really focus on that, not with his balls drawing up tighter and tighter with each slap of Billy’s against them. Steve cum on the next press in, body tightening around Billy as cum shoots at the ground hard splashing up against his belly where his shirt has slid down exposing it. Billy keeps going, keeps using Steve’s body for his own release, hand milking the cum from Steve’s cock until it has flagged.

Steve whines and groans at the too much of it, he is almost at his limit, almost ready to ask Billy to stop when his thrusts change, going from smooth to jerky short things and then hot cum is spilling into him, so much cum, a supernatural amount, it starts leaking out around Billy’s cock dripping down Steve’s balls and thighs. Cum is still spilling out of Billy’s cock as he pulls out splashing hotly over Steve’s ass and thighs. When Billy pulls his hand away from Steve to grab his own cock, Steve just slides to the ground belly pressed into the stick muddy cum under him as more cum splashes over the small of his back. 

Billy’s thick palms stroke over him, playing in the mess Billy has covered him in. Steve throws a hand back, batting Billy’s away when he trails a finger over his puffy rim. “Absolutely not you heathen, I need a fucking bath.” Steve complains tiredly, eyeing the pulpy orange bits next to his face with distaste. 

The wind picks up and a shiver rolls through him, and a second later he is being covered by Billy’s coat again. Billy holds a hand out by his face, waving it a little to get Steve to pay attention, a question. Steve takes it in answer and lets Billy haul him up off the ground. Steve wobbles a little as he pulls his arm back and works it into the coat, it swamps him as he bends down for the tattered remains of his pants.

“You have to stop tearing my pants. You know I’m shit at mending spells.” Steve complains, to Billy who gives a shrug, the gesture always a little odd with nothing between his shoulders. Billy moves closer again tugging at a lock of Steve’s hair, an offer this time. “Yeah you better wash my hair.” Steve huffs out, moving to look for the lube bottle. 

Billy scoops him up before he can take more than a few steps, hanging him over where his head should be and walking toward their cabin. Steve just uses his magic to retrieve the bottle, hanging over Billy’s back as it slips into his hands. He starts telling Billy about his day, Billy tapping at him to let him know to keep going when he lulls. Steve can’t wait for Samhain when Billy gets his head for the evening, he misses hearing his voice. He will carve Billy a new head in the morning, even though he knows it will likely be destroyed later that night, Billy goes through a lot of heads in October. 

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