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The October night was still and quiet, but for the distant sound of screams. Rows and rows of cornstalks towered above the heads of you and your friends as you tiptoed down the dirt path, your bodies huddled together tightly, clammy palms and desperate fingers clinging to one another. When the three of you turned a corner, an axe murderer lept into the way, hollering at the top of his lungs.
A scream tore free from your mouth, so loud it sounded like it was coming from the depths of your soul. In fact, it was so piercing, even the axe murderer looked startled and he stumbled back a step, a dumbfounded look on his face.
You covered your mouth with both hands, embarrassment flooding through you and sweeping away the momentary fear that had clutched at your heart. You felt guilty as you took in the man’s reaction, grimacing a little in apology. As your friends led you around him to continue down the path, the axe murderer’s expression shifted to one of appreciation as he let you go by, which made you feel slightly better about nearly bursting his eardrums.
“Good god!” Yelena Belova hissed from the other side of Natasha Romanoff, the three of you walking side by side on the path of the corn maze. Yelena looked around her sister to shoot you a glare, making a show of rubbing her ears. “Warn a girl before you scream your head off!”
“Sorry,” you mumbled, heat filling your face as you tried to hide from Yelena’s glare behind Natasha’s shoulder. “I told you I wasn’t good in haunted houses.”
“It’s a haunted corn maze,” Yelena corrected you, as if that clarification mattered. You rolled your eyes, but the expression was thankfully hidden by Nat as you clung to her arm while you walked along. “And we’ve barely started,” Yelena pointed out, clearly oblivious to your annoyance. “If you keep on screaming like that, you’re not going to have a voice left by the time we’re done.”
Truth be told, your throat already kind of hurt from the one scream you’d let out and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realized Yelena was right, there was still a lot of corn maze left ahead of you—and a lot more scare actors ready to jump out at you. For a brief second, you considered trying to go back to the entrance so you could wait for your friends where there were a lot fewer people trying to scare you.
“How long is this supposed to take to get through, anyway,” Nat asked her sister. You were grateful to Nat for asking the question you wanted to, especially since you were pretty sure Yelena would huff in annoyance if you’d asked. Your friends had practically needed to drag you into the corn maze to begin with, but you really didn’t like haunted houses—or haunted corn mazes.
Yelena had been the one to insist the three of you make the drive out to Clint’s Country Farm for the haunted corn maze attraction, though you’d only agreed because of the rest of the autumnal fun the farm offered—pumpkin picking, apple picking, hayrides and the like. Your friend had promised the corn maze wasn’t that scary, but clearly she didn’t understand your low tolerance for fear-based attractions, even after knowing you for many years.
“It’s supposed to take at least an hour,” Yelena answered matter of factly, her chin held high. But then she slid her gaze to you and her sister, grinning impishly. “And that’s if we don’t get lost and need a scare actor to help us find our way out.” She waggled her eyebrows like the prospect of getting lost and needing help to find an exit was a good thing.
Nat sighed in annoyance. “Please tell me you didn’t drag us all the way out into the boonies so you can fulfill your weird kink of hooking up with a scare actor,” she said, looking the picture of the beleaguered older sister.
“What!?” you demanded, turning your surprised—and a little bit interested—expression on Yelena. The blonde was too busy glaring at her sister, though, to pay any mind to your question.
“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone about that,” Yelena hissed, pinching Nat in the arm over your friend’s leather jacket. Nat only glared back. Finally, Yelena looked away and shot you a sheepish look. “I may have wound up on a certain side of TikTok,” she explained, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the way she rushed to explain herself told you she did care what you thought. “But you’d understand if you saw these guys,” she said, her green eyes wide and imploring. “Some of them paint their faces, some of them were masks, and they’re all super hot.”
“I’m not judging—I get it,” you said, holding your hands up in a placating gesture. You’d seen a couple videos of guys like the ones she was describing and you did understand. There was something about a man in spooky face paint or a mask that somehow made him hotter, but that didn’t mean you wanted to go looking for one in the wild. “But did you really have to drag us along to play wingwoman so you could pick up a scare actor?” you asked, wrinkling your nose in an annoyed look. “I’d much rather be baking cookies and carving pumpkins than getting scared so you can get some.”
You were so caught up in your conversation with your friends, you didn’t hear the rustling in the maze as you passed, and you definitely didn’t notice the little divot in the wall of corn. At least, not until a man lept onto the path just ahead of you, dressed as a decaying scarecrow and holding up a pitchfork while yelling at you and your friends.
A tattered plaid shirt hung off his broad shoulders, the buttons undone and revealing a muscular bare chest beneath. A straw hat sat on top of his head, casting his face, which was already framed by chin-length brown hair, in shadow. The darkness made the makeup on his face even scarier, morphing his mouth into a sharp gash and his shining eyes into dark sockets. Even beneath it all, though, you could see he was handsome, though that was overshadowed by him scaring the hell out of you.
Another scream wrenched free from your lips and you let go of Natasha’s arm, stumbling back a few steps. Your back collided with a very solid, very broad chest, and it was then that you realized the first man wasn’t alone. Eyes widening in horror, you craned your neck to look up at the man towering above you, also dressed as some kind of horror-themed scarecrow.
Inexplicably, the first thing you noticed about him was the pretty blue of his eyes, and the way they sparkled with humor in the dim light cast over the corn maze. Then you saw the rest of his face, the upper half of which was decorated with face paint to make him resemble a skull. But the bottom half was even more terrifying, since it was covered with a mask that looked like the skeletal jaws of a beast, with bright white pointed teeth and sharpened fangs. Despite his horrifying experience, you could plainly see that he was attractive and you felt the first twinge of desire twist in you.
Behind the mask was a layer of black fabric hiding the man’s mouth, but you saw the shape of his lips moving and spreading into a grin. “You look sweet enough to eat, baby cakes,” he rumbled in a deep voice, dripping with an innuendo that made your heart beat a little faster in response.
For a dazed moment, you just stared at him, then you remembered yourself and stumbled away, a confusing warmth pulsing in your center. Getting a better look at him, you saw he was also wearing a tattered flannel shirt with the buttons undone, showing off his impressive chest. He didn’t wear a hat, his straw-colored hair adding to the effect of his farm boy/scarecrow appearance, but he did have some hay sticking out of the pockets of his worn-looking jeans, which were slung low on his hips.
Your gaze flicked up from the man’s thick thighs, realizing you were ogling the scare actor despite giving Yelena shit for her interest in them only moments ago. But you couldn’t help the way you were looking at the man—he was so damn handsome, even with the face paint and mask. You thought you might finally, really understand what Yelena had been talking about as you looked at the hot scare actor, and suddenly remembered screaming your head off at him. Wincing, you covered your mouth in embarrassment.
His blue eyes sparkled in amusement, and maybe a little bit of interest. “Don’t worry, baby, you can scream all you want—I don’t mind,” he said, a grin in his tone as he advanced on you, backing you toward your friends. You’d half forgotten about them, too busy getting all hot and bothered over the handsome scare actor, but as you got closer, you could hear Yelena trying to flirt with the other man.
“When do you get off work, hot stuff?” Yelena was asking, and you recognized the exaggerated sultry tone she used when she was half-serious, half-joking. You could practically hear Nat’s eyes roll at her sister’s antics.
The man advancing on you paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. The expression looked almost comical on him, makeup caking in the little lines between his blond brows. “Is your friend flirting with Bucky?” he asked incredulously, dropping the extra low rumble he’d been using.
Laughing a little, you relaxed as the man dropped his act, your body seeming to remember you weren’t in any actual danger. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught Yelena reaching out to stroke the bicep of the other man—who you presumed to be Bucky. He looked just as perplexed as the man in front of you, like he couldn’t believe your friend was actually flirting with him in the middle of the haunted corn maze.
“Yeah,” you said, turning around to look at the blond again. “She has a thing for scare actors apparently,” you explained, shrugging.
The man’s expression cleared with understanding. “Huh,” he said, tilting his head to the side as he watched Yelena try to get Bucky to give up his number. “I’ve never seen someone flirt so aggressively after being scared.” His blue eyes flicked back to yours and you got the impression he was grinning again. “Normally we’ll make a girl scream and then send her on her way.” He winked at you and it suddenly struck you that he was flirting with you.
Your mouth rounded into a little ‘o’ in surprise, your gaze lingering on his sparkling blue eyes as you tried to think of something in response. But at that moment, a strong gust of wind blew through the corn maze and you shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You’d worn a thick sweater tucked into a short corduroy skirt and your warmest socks paired with comfortable boots. It had seemed like the perfect outfit for tromping through corn mazes and pumpkin patches, but without tights or leggings, it wasn’t as warm as you’d hoped, and you noticed the man caught you shivering.
He lifted his hands like he was going to rub your arms to keep you warm, but let them drop back to his sides when he seemed to remember it wouldn’t be an appropriate thing to do to a stranger he’d just scared in a corn maze. Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets, wincing a little as the straw that had been stuck there was displaced.
“You folks should get moving,” he said, his relaxed stance making him look more like an easy-going farmer than a scary scarecrow, even with the makeup and mask. You felt a pang of disappointment at him ushering you along, even though his next words made a warmth bloom in your chest. “You’ve got a ways to go in the maze, and you look like you’re in need of some hot apple cider.”
“Thank you, kind scary man,” Yelena interjected before you could say anything. She threaded her arm through yours and began tugging you in the direction the three of you had been headed. Even more disappointment welled up inside you as she pulled you gently away from the man. “Let’s go,” she said to you, giving you a secretive smirk. “Say goodbye to the scary-hot man.”
“Goodbye, scary-hot man,” you repeated, eyes still fixed on the blond scare actor. The corners of your mouth flickered in a smile you couldn’t fully suppress and the man grinned behind his mask.
“Steve,” he said, looking reluctant to let you get away even though he’d been the one to suggest you keep moving. “The name’s Steve, but you can call me anything you want, baby cakes,” he said, winking at you. You had just enough time to call your own name out to him before he stepped back into the divot in the corn where he’d been hiding so he could wait for the next group of unsuspecting guests to scare.
Once you turned the next corner in the maze, Yelena raised her eyebrows at you, giving you a knowing look before turning to Nat on her other side and saying, “See? She gets it.” You bit your lip against a smile, your thoughts still on Steve back around the bend, barely hearing Yelena as she went on. “Men in masks and scary makeup are hot.”
When her words finally permeated your thoughts, you rolled your eyes at your friend. Still, you were so infatuated with the handsome scare actor after such a short time talking to him that you had to wonder if Yelena was right, and Steve had simply unlocked something in you. As you kept walking through the maze, you tried to see the attractiveness Yelena saw in the scare actors.
However, as the three of you moved further through the maze and Yelena kept trying to flirt with all the scare actors, you realized none of them sparked anything in you. At least, not in the same way Steve had. Seeing his handsome face half-covered in a mask of skeletal animal jaws had made an ache of desire bloom in your core, whereas seeing all the other men in their gruesome makeup or fearsome masks did little more than unsettle or downright scare you.
You were starting to suspect you’d made a terrible mistake by not offering Steve your number when two men lept from the corn behind you and your friends. They yelled and raised farm-themed weapons, starting to chase you down the long narrow path.
You, Nat and Yelena all screamed and started running, but you quickly fell behind. Your boots were made for walking, not running, and it felt like the men were gaining on you. Your friends were starting to pull ahead, leaving you a little behind, and you panicked, ducking down a side path and hiding in the shadows while the scare actors passed.
You breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back onto the main path, realizing too late you’d let yourself be separated from your friends. Quickly, you began walking down the narrow corridor of corn, but you soon came to an intersection with paths leading in three different directions. You couldn’t tell which way Yelena and Nat had gone because the paths all turned and twisted.
Cursing yourself under your breath, you picked a path at random and began walking, hoping for the best. You tried to text your friends, but cell reception in the cornfield was terrible and you weren’t sure if it went through, let alone whether you’d get a response.
It didn’t take long before you knew you were lost, and the more you tried to find your way out of the maze, the more it seemed like you were walking in circles. To make your situation worse, you began to feel like you were being followed.
Sometimes when you turned a corner, you thought you saw someone behind you, though you weren’t sure if it was really a person or if your panic and terror were playing tricks on you. Still, you started walking faster, even though you knew it was probably just a scare actor trying to see if you were alright, or another guest in the corn maze—or no one at all! Because you were alone, your mind was racing with all the terrible possibilities and you didn’t want to be caught along by anyone in the haunted attraction.
You were so busy hurrying along the path and looking over your shoulder to try and see if you really were being followed that you weren’t paying attention to what was in front of you. When you turned a sudden corner, you ran head-first into a broad, hard chest, bouncing off it like you weighed nothing. He caught your arms to stop you from falling backwards onto your ass, his hands warm through your sweater.
“We gotta stop meeting like this, baby cakes,” the man rumbled and you looked up, recognizing the flirty voice and finding the sparkling blue eyes and skeletal mask belonging to Steve. You breathed your first real sigh of relief since getting separated from your friends and relaxed into Steve’s grip, swaying toward the heat he radiated in the cold October night. He glanced around, asking, “Where are your friends?”
Face contorting in an embarrassed grimace, you admitted, “I got separated, and then I got lost.” Looking around at the rows of corn lining the path, you didn’t even know if you were any closer to the exit of the maze or if you’d somehow looped around to where you’d first met Steve. “Can you help me get out?” you asked, turning back to Steve and giving him your best pleading look. It wasn’t difficult, you knew you desperately needed help and he was the first friendly face you’d seen.
“Of course, baby,” he murmured in a soft, sweet voice, his gaze going gentle as he looked down at your wide eyes. His hands squeezed your arms reassuringly and then he slid one to your lower back, turning to guide you through the maze. His palm was warm, his touch steady, and you let it comfort you.
“Thank you,” you said, glancing up at his handsome face, feeling desire unfurl in your center. You stuck close to Steve’s side, leaning into him and twisting your fingers together in front of you so you didn’t reach for him. You wanted desperately to cling to him, but knew that’d be a little ridiculous after only just meeting him, even if your time alone in the corn maze had left you feeling unsettled.
Steve made conversation as he led you through the maze, his steps confident and never faltering no matter how many twists and turns the path took. You could tell he knew his way around the maze and you felt so grateful you’d run into him, especially since it meant you got to talk to him some more.
While you walked, Steve asked you about what you did for work and what you liked to do for fun. You answered him, finding that talking was taking your mind off the fear you’d felt when you’d been lost. You kept up the conversation, asking Steve how long he’d worked at the farm as a scare actor, and he told you he only stepped in when someone called out. Normally, he just worked on the farm. You were a little surprised to learn he was a farmer, but it suited him—and explained why his physique looked like he’d earned it through working outside instead of at the gym.
It was pleasant, getting to know Steve. It helped that none of the scare actors tried to scare you since you were with him, which made it feel more like a normal corn maze. It occurred to you that you could almost pretend you and Steve were on a date, despite his makeup and mask, but you pushed that thought aside quickly, knowing you were getting a little ahead of yourself. He hadn’t even asked for your number, though you were fairly certain he was just as attracted to you as you were to him.
After a little while of walking, Steve led you through a small gap in the corn and you exited the maze. Looking around, you realized it must’ve been a secret entrance separate from the main one, because there was nothing but a dirt road between the edge of the maze and the forest beyond. You looked to Steve with a confused expression.
“You can follow the outside around to the front if you walk that way,” he said, nodding his head to indicate the direction he meant, keeping his eyes on you. You weren’t ashamed to admit to yourself that you liked the way his gaze lingered on you, adding to the heat in your center that pulsed for him. “Or I can walk you back if you want?” he asked, a note of hope in his tone that you caught right away.
You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that,” you said, looking up at him from under your lashes. Steve’s mouth widened into a grin behind his mask and his hand shifted from your lower back, sliding down your arm until his fingers tangled with yours.
Hiding a smile by ducking your head, you squeezed Steve’s hand, clinging to him as you began walking again. He picked up the conversation you’d been having, asking about your favorite movies and books, sharing some of his own. You discovered you liked plenty of the same things, and you enjoyed talking to him about them. You were having such a good time with Steve, you were reluctant to return to the farm’s main attractions.
The sounds of the festivities and the crowds swarming the farm got louder the closer you got to the front of the maze, and you tried to slow your steps to prolong the time you got to spend with Steve. He didn’t comment on your reluctance, just slowed his own pace to match yours as he swung your linked hands. He still hadn’t taken off his mask and you were growing increasingly more curious about what he looked like beneath it—especially what his mouth looked like, and how it might feel on yours.
Eventually, Steve stopped, tugging you to a halt beside him a little ways away from the bright lights of the farm where you were still hidden in shadows from the other guests. You turned to face Steve, looking up expectantly with a sad smile on your face, sensing it was time for the two of you to part. “Clint doesn’t like the scare actors to be seen in the crowd,” Steve said by way of explanation. “He says it ruins the surprise in the maze.” Though you couldn’t see Steve’s mouth, you got the sense he was frowning unhappily.
“Ok,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. You couldn’t bear to look at the farm or the crowds milling around, not when you couldn’t get enough of looking at Steve, admiring how hot he was even with his face paint and mask. “Thank you again, Steve,” you murmured.
Impulsively, you threw your arms around Steve’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Pressing against him, you couldn’t get over how good it felt to have him wrap his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. You lingered much longer than was necessarily appropriate for a thank you hug given to a man you’d just met, but his hold felt too good to pull away. Besides, Steve didn’t seem eager to let go either.
The cold plastic of Steve’s mask brushed the side of your head, and you could feel his warm breath against your ear as he held you close. “Is your friend the only one with a thing for scare actors?” he asked softly, a little bit of insecurity in his tone. It took you a second to understand his question, but you realized he was asking if you were only interested in him because he was a scare actor.
The question tugged at your heart. You still didn’t know Steve very well, but you’d gotten to learn a little about him on your walk out of the maze and around it, and your little infatuation with him had burgeoned into a full-blown crush. Although you were a little shy to admit to it, you couldn’t bear to think Steve believed you were interested only in his appearance.
“Yeah, she is,” you said in a shy whisper before burying your face in Steve’s shoulder. You squeezed him tighter, hoping your honest answer was the one he’d been looking for. Since you were pressed so firmly against him, you felt the relieved little sigh he let out.
“So you just have a thing for me, then, baby?” he rumbled, his voice shifting to something warmer. You could hear the smile in his tone.
A shiver raced down your spine at the pet name rolling of his tongue in the deep voice you enjoyed so much. You still felt a little shy about admitting to your crush on him, but the feeling of Steve’s hands beginning to wander over your back, and the feel of your body pressed against his gave you courage. “Yeah,” you said on a soft exhale.
A pleased sound rumbled in Steve’s chest and then he was leaning back, one hand reaching up to unhook his mask from behind his ear. He let it fall, revealing the bottom half of his face. And what a face it was. He had a strong jaw that you had the odd urge to bite, and soft-looking lips. You wanted to feel his mouth on you so badly, and you were so consumed by the sudden desire, it took you a moment to realize his gaze was fixed on your mouth too.
“Steve,” you whimpered, hands fisting in his tattered flannel shirt. You didn’t know what you were begging for—for him to kiss you or say something—but you knew you needed something from him to satiate the heat thrumming through your veins.
“Gonna kiss you,” he rasped, his voice somewhat distant, like he was too distracted by the shape of your lips and the thought of kissing you to remember he was warning you about his intent. Not that you needed the warning. It only served to make you more desperate for him to do something.
“Please,” you begged, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes and tilting your face up to his until your mouths were even closer together.
That must’ve been all Steve needed to snap him out of his stupor because in the next moment his mouth descended on yours, capturing your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Sensation exploded in your mind as you felt Steve’s soft mouth take yours frantically, his lips sliding against yours and memorizing the curves of your mouth so intimately. He seemed to be committing you to memory, determined to learn everything that made you gasp softly into his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Steve’s tongue slid along your lower lip and you allowed him inside. He plunged into your mouth with just as much fervor, exploring and twining his tongue with yours. Steve’s hand cupped the back of your head gently while his other arm wrapped around your lower back, holding you anchored against his body as he plundered your mouth. You moaned into him, your fingers pulling at his shirt, his hair, any part of him you could get your hands on to drag him closer, deeper into you.
Eventually, you had to pull away to breathe, though if you’d had it your way, you would’ve kissed Steve much longer—until your lungs had given up the fight for air. You’d never felt so wildly attracted to anyone before, and the way Steve gave you another lingering kiss only affirmed that there was something special about the chemistry between the two of you. It made you light-headed with giddiness and heavy with desire at the same time. It was the perfect combination to do something a little reckless, but something you knew you wouldn’t regret.
“Do you have to get back to work?” you asked breathlessly in between kisses, neither of you able to get enough of the other. You clung to the lapels of Steve’s shirt, holding yourself up so you could keep kissing him. It had probably only been a few moments, but you were already hooked on feel of his lips against yours.
“Nah,” he said on an exhale, a little smile curling the edges of his mouth. “I’m done for the night.” He pressed one more kiss to your mouth before pulling away enough to rake his glittering blue eyes over your face, taking in your mischievous expression. “What do you have in mind, baby cakes?”
Biting your lip to quell your playful smile, you glanced over your shoulder to where the farm’s patrons were milling about, eating candy apples and cider donuts, picking out pumpkins and other produce. You knew they couldn’t see you and Steve, since you were hidden in shadows, but they were still too close for your comfort.
Turning back to Steve, you gave him a shyly impish grin. “Do you know anywhere we can go that’s a little more private?” you asked, leaning in and whispering the last word in his ear. You pressed a suckling kiss to his neck so he’d understand your meaning, and that you wanted to do more than kiss him.
Steve groaned, both his arms wrapping around your lower back and hauling you up against his chest so your toes were barely touching the ground. “Fuck, baby,” he bit out, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he seemed to try to get ahold of himself. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
Then, with obvious effort, he set you back on your feet and looked down at you with a serious expression. “You sure?” he asked, his eyes roaming your face like he was looking for any little bit of uncertainty. But you knew he’d find none, and you were nodding before he’d even finished asking the question. Once Steve was sure you were certain, he nodded, chuckling a little. “Let’s go, baby cakes,” he said, eagerly grabbing your hand.
Steve led you away from the crowds at the farm, stopping only long enough for you to text your friends—finding they’d made it out of the maze and had been blowing up your phone asking where you were. You let them know you were ok and you’d catch up with them. They agreed easily and told you to meet them in the pumpkin patch.
The someplace private Steve knew was a deserted barn, piles of hay stacked everywhere in neat columns. Steve led you to one side, ducking between a couple stacks of hay. There was a large window illuminating the space, allowing the light of the nearly full moon to spill inside.
Once you were sufficiently hidden from the open barn door, Steve spun you around until the backs of your thighs brushed against a waist-high stack of hay bales. You hopped up and spread your legs, welcoming Steve between them, tilting your face up for another kiss.
Steve indulged you, kissing you slowly and decadently, like he was savoring you now that he knew he could take his time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back eagerly while his hands skimmed down your body, toying with the edge of your sweater before pushing beneath it.
You sucked in a sharp breath when his cold hands pressed against your heated skin, a shiver skating down your spine and settling heavily in your core. Your slit was throbbing, wetness dripping into your panties, and you wanted more—more of Steve, more of his touch, just more. Squirming to the edge of the hay bale, your center found the bulge in the front of Steve’s jeans and you writhed against him, leaning into his touch and moaning softly.
Steve pulled away with a raspy chuckle. “Is this private enough for you, baby?” he asked in a low gravelly voice. His lips pressed kisses to the underside of your jaw in between words, dragging a little whine from you. His mouth skated down your neck, sucking on your skin and making you gasp.
“Yes, daddy,” you answered on a soft, sweet sigh, the honorific slipping out too easily. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you were too far gone with hazy pleasure from Steve’s potent kisses and your need for more.
Steve paused, his hands spread over your ribs, the tips of his thumbs just brushing the underside of your bra. His sudden stillness pulled you out of your aroused daze enough to realize what you’d said. Jerking back, you looked up at Steve in horror. Though he didn’t seem disgusted by what you’d said, his expression was blank with surprise.
“Sorry!” you cried, burying your face in your hands, not wanting to see the moment his real reaction showed on his face. “I don’t know why I said that.”
In reality, you had a pretty good idea it had something to do with the way you’d always fantasized about calling someone you were fooling around with daddy, but it had never felt right with anyone else. For some reason, you felt safe enough with Steve to call him that, but it was still embarrassing to accidentally call him daddy in the middle of making out, especially when you had no idea how he felt about it.
Dropping his head to your shoulder, Steve groaned like he was being tortured, his fingers flexing on your ribs and gripping you tighter like he was worried you were going to pull away further. “Christ, baby, you’re gonna make me come in my pants,” he rumbled, a desperate tenor in his voice. He took a few deep breaths, like he was trying to control yourself, and it gave you a moment to absorb what he’d said.
“What?” you asked, shocked and a little confused.
“I’m already so fucking hard for you,” he murmured, his hips bucking between your thighs, the thick ridge of his cock brushing against you through his jeans. “And then you go and call me daddy?” he asked, taking another deep breath and not waiting for you to answer his rhetorical question. “It’s more than a man can take.”
Your mouth fell open in surprise, and when you didn’t say anything, Steve stood up so he could look at you, pulling you back to the edge of the hay bale so you could feel his hardness twitch against your clothed pussy. Your eyes widened as a shiver raced down your spine and your breaths came faster, your chest heaving a little. Steve watched your reaction, his eyes going molten as they raked over you.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, looking positively deviant with his feral grin and the skeleton makeup still caked onto the upper part of his face. He looked like your own personal Halloween wet dream come to life, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as he vowed to defile your body. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dumb and mindless on my cock and the only word you can say is daddy.” Steve wrapped his hand around the front of your throat and pulled you in for a blisteringly hot kiss.
You were too dumbfounded by his filthy words to react for a second, but when his tongue slipped between your lips, it set your body alight with untamed heat. While you kissed him back, you pushed impatiently at Steve’s flannel shirt until you got it past his shoulders and he quickly divested himself of it. Your hands were eager to explore every dip and hard plane of his chest, reveling in the muscles beneath his smooth skin.
When your fingers traced along the edges of his abs and trailed down to the waist of his jeans, you felt his stomach contract before he backed away a little. Still kissing you ferociously, Steve caught your wrists and pinned your hands to the hay bale behind you, forcing you to lean back so he could loom over you.
“You’re moving a little fast, baby girl,” Steve rumbled, a hint of chastisement in his tone that had your face heating with delicious humiliation. “You haven’t even told me what you want daddy to do to you,” he went on, pressing kisses to your neck beneath your ear. “Or did you like everything I said so much that you’re at a loss for words?” You could feel him grin against your throat. “It’s a little soon to be so brainless, baby.”
A garbled sound halfway between a moan and a cry of “yes!” fled your lips when he sucked a hickey into your neck. Your legs wrapped around his thighs, the heels of your boots digging into the backs of his knees. “Want you to fuck me dumb, daddy,” you confessed breathlessly when you’d remembered how to work your tongue. “Want you to bend me over and fuck me so hard that all I can do is take it—please, daddy!”
“Filthy, filthy girl,” Steve growled, barely leashed desire in his deep voice. “Don’t move your hands, baby,” he muttered, his going to your thighs and pushing up your skirt until your panties were revealed. They were one of your cutest pairs and you were gratified to hear the way Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of them. “Pretty,” he praised, his thumbs stroking along the edges where they rested on your hips. “So pretty, baby, but ‘m gonna take ‘em off.”
Steve waited for your nod before he hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down. You used your hands braced behind you to lift up so he could pull them off completely, trying not to think about how damp they were. But Steve wasn’t pausing to look, he just shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans, then refocused on you. His hands gripped your knees, urging you to spread your thighs again, his blue eyes darkened as he watched you.
A soft groan escaped Steve when he got his first glimpse of your pussy. “Fucking hell, baby, such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, his voice warm with praise. Steve used his thumbs to spread your folds, dipping his fingers into your dripping slit and toying with your wetness. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned under his breath, almost like he was in awe.
You let out a hitching moan as he circled your entrance with a thick finger. His touch was teasing and you let a desperate little whine, fingers digging into the hay bale you sat on. Steve glanced up, catching your eye and giving you an unrepentant grin.
“You gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt, baby?” he asked, teasing your empty, clenching pussy. “You gonna let me stretch out your tight little hole?” He slid one of his fingers into you and you let out a low moan, delighting in the feeling of him inside you.
“Yes, daddy,” you purred, your eyes heavy-lidded as you watched Steve staring down at your pussy while he pumped his finger in and out of you. “Want you to fuck me with your big cock,” you went on, enjoying the way his dark blue eyes flicked up to catch yours. You smiled wickedly before going on. “Want you to split me open, daddy.”
Steve groaned loudly as he fucked you with his finger, quickly adding a second and then a third, your thoroughly drenched pussy making it easy for him to stretch you open. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say such filthy things, baby girl,” Steve admitted through a clenched jaw.
All you could do was moan for him, your lips gasping for air as he fucked you hard with his fingers. Steve held your gaze as he planted a hand on the hay bale beside your hip, looming over you and forcing you to lean back on your hands. He was ruthlessly driving your pleasure higher and you were helpless against it as it coiled tighter and tighter in your center.
“Gonna get me hooked on your sweet cunt and your dirty words and the way you call me daddy,” Steve warned, his blue eyes sparkling with a ferocious intensity that made your heart beat even faster. There was an underlying meaning to Steve’s words, a promise he seemed intent to keep. “You’re never gonna get rid of me, baby”
Emotion swelled inside your chest and you abandoned Steve’s command to keep your hands planted behind you, the need to touch him too overwhelming to ignore. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. It was messy, your lips sliding together as you both panted for breath and tried to devour each other. Sucking his lower lip into your mouth, your feet hooked around Steve’s hips, your heels digging into his ass and dragging him closer.
“I don’t want to get rid of you,” you murmured against his lips, breaking off on a loud moan when his fingers brushed against a spot inside you. Your hands slid into Steve’s hair and you tugged on the strands insistently, holding him close enough that you were stealing the air from each other’s lungs. “I want you to keep me, Steve,” you rasped in a desperate whine.
“I’ll keep you, I’ll keep you,” he promised in between hungry kisses. He widened his fingers and dragged them against your inner walls, making you choke out a strangled moan, before pulling them from your dripping hole. “But I told you to keep your hands were they were, baby girl,” he said, giving you a stern look as he leaned away. His fingers only just teasing around your folds, bringing you down from the edge of your release. “And you disobeyed me.”
A whine worked its way up your throat but you swallowed it down, settling for a pout as you looked at Steve from under your lashes. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you said in your best contrite tone. “I couldn’t help myself, I just wanted to touch you.”
Steve hummed in acknowledgement, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and you moaned at the loss of his touch. A moment later, they pressed to your lips. “Be a good girl and suck,” he ordered softly, his eyes bright and intense on you. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked your arousal from his skin, staring up into his eyes the whole time. Steve’s blue gaze darkened as he watched you, a pleased smirk on his face. “Good girl,” he crooned as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, dropping a kiss to your lips.
Then he stepped back, his hands going to his belt. You could see the bulge of his cock straining against the front of his jeans and your pussy clenched desperately. “Play with your pussy, baby,” Steve rumbled as his hands made quick work of undoing his belt. “Wanna see you rub your little clit for me—but don’t come.” His gaze was hard on yours and you nodded quickly.
“Yes, daddy, I won’t come,” you agreed softly, leaning back on one hand and spreading your thighs wide to give him a show. You slipped your hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in tight, slow circles while watching Steve undo his jeans. He pushed them down his thighs, dragging his boxer briefs with them, and revealed his cock. You sucked in a breath at the sight of him, so thick and perfect. Instinctively, you started rubbing a little faster, turned on by the sight of Steve’s cock, though you knew it would’ve felt better if he was inside you.
“Don’t come, baby girl,” Steve growled, taking his cock in his fist and pumping the hard length, stroking his thumb over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft.
You could feel yourself heating at the sight, the desire to taste him flaring through your body. You wanted to lick up his precum and swallow his cock, sucking on him until he came down your throat. Your thoughts must’ve showed on your face because Steve groaned.
“Don’t look at me light that,” he bit out, gritting his teeth while he stroked his cock a little faster. Your eyes were transfixed on the sight of him pumping his hard length, so you didn’t see the tortured look on his face until you glanced up at him.
Biting your lip against a smile, you asked innocently, “Like what?” You rubbed your clit slowly, playing with the puffy little bundle of nerves and letting your eyes go heavy-lidded, giving Steve a sultry look and betraying the innocence of your question.
Steve’s eyes narrowed on you, knowing you knew what you were doing to him, but he answered anyway. “Like you wanna suck my soul out through my cock,” he gritted out. His eyes were dark, shining silvery in the moonlight filling the barn and, with the help of his skull makeup, making him look a little more intimidating. You weren’t intimidated, though, you were riding high on the power you felt knowing how attracted Steve was to you.
A smirk spread slowly over your face and you gave an innocent little shrug, though you both knew you were anything but innocent. “I’m just admiring your cock, daddy,” you said sweetly, dropping your eyes to where Steve was still stroking himself. You made a show of sliding your tongue over your lower lip, and almost got lost in the thought of feeling his heavy length on your tongue. Then you flicked your gaze back up to Steve’s. “I can’t help what my face looks like when you have such a perfect cock.”
Steve made a rumbling sound in his chest, which only made you snicker. “Filthy fucking girl,” he muttered, shaking his head at you, but he was wearing a grin that said he loved exactly how filthy you were. Before either of you could push the other too far, Steve reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, procuring a condom from inside it. “Rub your clit, baby girl,” he commanded, flicking his gaze down your body and settling between your thighs. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
You hadn’t realized you had, but at his order, your fingers resumed their tight, slow circles on your clit. “Yes, sir, daddy,” you said, your tone a little mocking, but a little breathless too. You enjoyed Steve’s commanding tone far too much, and though it felt good to push him a little, it felt even better to do as he said. You didn’t want to think about that too closely, because then you’d have to think about the level of trust you felt with the man you’d just met.
Instead, your eyes drifted down to where Steve was rolling the condom onto his cock, having to bite your lip against the urge to beg him to fuck you without it. You didn’t know where that came from, you’d always used condoms with your past partners, and you’d only just met Steve. But you felt safe with him, you felt like you could trust him, and, if you were honest with yourself, your feelings for him were deepening by the second. Even still, you may have been feeling reckless enough to fuck the scare actor you’d just met in the barn at the farm where he worked, but you knew better than to fuck a guy without a condom without having certain conversations.
And you were far too eager to feel Steve press inside you to stop him and have that talk. Besides, you were fairly certain you’d have plenty of time to have those conversations with Steve later, and then he could fuck you without a condom as much as you both wanted. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you couldn’t wait to take Steve bare.
“Christ, baby, now what’s going through that filthy mind of yours?” Steve asked. He’d finished rolling the condom onto his cock and he was gripping the base tightly, like he was forcing himself not to keep stroking his length. The sight of him, his barely leashed restraint showing in the strain of his shoulders and arms, the veins of his forearms pronounced with it, only made you hotter. You never even considered playing coy with where your thoughts had strayed.
“Just thinking about what it’d feel like to fuck you without a condom,” you murmured, rubbing your clit while Steve groaned, making you smile. He looked so tortured, you had to keep going. “Thinking about your bare cock sinking inside my tight, wet pussy,” you said slowly, reveling in the way his dick twitched in his hand. “And spilling your come deep inside me.”
Steve clenched his teeth so tight, you thought you could hear his jaw muscle pop and you nearly snickered, but then he was grabbing your wrist and wrenching your hand away from your pussy. He pulled your fingers to his lips and sucked your arousal from them while he glared at you. There was no real anger in his expression, though, just furious desire and frustration.
“Not tonight,” he rumbled when he’d pulled your fingers from his mouth. “But if you keep talking like that, it’s going to happen sooner than you think, baby girl,” he promised, hauling you off the hay bale and spinning you around so your back was to him. His mouth was right next to your ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my bare cock and I’m gonna ruin you for any other man—you’ll be nothing more than my own personal, brainless doll.”
You barely had time to take in what Steve had said before he was planting a hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you down on top of the hay bale. In seconds, you were bent in half, your ass brushing against his hard, twitching cock, with his filthy promise rattling around in your head.
“Is that what you want, baby girl, wanna belong to daddy?” he asked, his voice almost sweet, but there was too much dark desire in it. You shivered, writhing beneath him and moaning for him. “Want daddy to own all of your holes?”
His taunting questions had you moaning and wiggling your hips while he shoved your skirt up over your ass. You dug your fingers into the hay, resting your cheek on the scratchy softness and letting his hands shift you roughly until he had you exactly where he wanted you.
Steve slid the head of his cock up and down your soaking wet slit, chuckling when you whined and tried to push back onto his length. He smacked your ass hard enough to sting and you cried out, stilling with your back arched and your pussy presented for him. His big hand kneaded the soft flesh of your ass and arousal burned through your body, your pussy dripping and your nipples stiffened into peaks in your bra.
“You do, don’t you,” Steve murmured, almost to himself. “You wanna be all mine, don’t you, baby girl?” Whimpering, you nodded your head, unable to find the words, but that wasn’t good enough for Steve. He spanked your ass again, making you jump and jerk, only to moan when you could feel his cock sliding through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. His rough treatment made your hole clench down pathetically around nothing and you whined. “Say it, say the words, baby, and I’ll give you my cock.”
“Daddy,” you mewled, looking over your shoulder and up at Steve. He was glorious, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you with his face twisted in his own feral need. He still wore the skeleton makeup across his eyes and brows, which only made the intensity in his blue gaze that much more extraordinary. Staring up at him, you managed to find the words he wanted. “Want to be yours, want to belong to you,” you babbled, unable to stop the flow of words once you’d started. “Want you to own my holes, my body, all of me, daddy—Steve—please.”
Steve’s eyes flashed in the moonlight, a deep emotion flitting across his eyes that had no right to be there on the same night you’d met, but before you could name it, he wrapped his hand around the front of your throat and dragged you up. Your lips met in a messy kiss that was all nipping teeth and sliding tongues, both of you trying to devour the other, though Steve was more ruthless and you moaned as you sucked on the tongue he’d thrust into your mouth.
“Mine,” he growled against your mouth, pushing the tip of his cock inside you. You gasped at the stretch of him, your hands clinging to the thick forearm pressed between your tits and holding you up against him.
“Yours,” you said on a gasp as he sank another inch inside you. He was bigger than anyone you’d ever taken before, and there was a delicious sting of pain as he pulled out and shoved himself back inside, pushing even deeper with the movement. “So big, daddy,” you mumbled, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s cock working you open.
Chuckling, Steve’s hand around your throat moved to your chin, turning your face back to him so he could kiss you. “I’m barely inside you, baby girl,” he rumbled, a smile in his voice as he pushed in another inch, grunting at the feel of your cunt clenching down on him. His other hand went to your hip and he held you firmly with both hands to keep you still while he slowly, torturously slowly, sank his cock into your tight heat. “Oh fuck,” he rasped, in your ear, his lips brushing your cheek. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking good—holy shit.”
In the position he held you, you could do nothing but take his cock and moan at the feeling of his thick length splitting you open. “So good, daddy, s’good, feels so good,” you mumbled, as he pressed into you until he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being entirely filled by Steve’s cock, one hand dropping to your lower belly and pressing down, making you light-headed with the feeling of him inside you.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Steve growled, his hand squeezing your face, fingers digging into your cheeks. His other hand shoved your sweater and bra up, giving him access to your stiff nipples and heavy tits. He kneaded your soft flesh and when he pinched and pulled one of your nipples, your cunt clenched down hard on his cock, making him groan. “Holy fuck, it feels like you’re squeezing my dick in a vise.”
The feeling of him inside you and his dirty words filling your mind had you squirming as much as you could in his hold, which wasn’t much. “Daddy,” you whined, grinding back on his cock by rolling your hips desperately. You were trying to get him to move, but he seemed happy to stay buried inside you, playing with your tits. “Daddy, please, fuck me,” you begged, nearly crying with frustration.
Steve chuckled, loosening his hold on you and letting you bend back down over the hay bale. Your hands immediately found purchase in the soft straw and you rocked forward before throwing your ass back on Steve’s cock, your ass slapping against his thighs.
“Why would I do that when you look so cute fucking yourself on my cock, baby girl?” Steve teased, spanking your ass again. That only made you whine louder, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking your body forward and back, taking his cock all on your own—it felt too damn good. “Fuck, you’re so fucking eager for daddy’s cock, aren’t you, baby?” he cooed, curling down over you and pressing kisses to your neck while his hands groped your tits and plucked at your nipples. “Can’t even wait for me to fuck you, you’re gonna do it all by yourself, aren’tcha?”
Fucking yourself on Steve’s cock felt good, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed him. “Want you—need you, daddy, please, I need…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence because your words dissolved in a moan. Steve gave your nipples one last sharp pinch before he was standing up straight and grabbing your hips in his harsh grip.
“Daddy knows exactly what you need, baby girl,” Steve assured you, starting to rock into you, his hips meeting your thrusts. “You need to be fucked hard and rough,” he went on, his voice a raspy rumble as he picked up his pace, his hands on your hips pulling you back into his thrusts. “You need to be taken, your sweet, perfect body used for nothing but pleasure until you’re dumb and mindless, completely drunk on my cock.”
He was pounding into you faster than you could manage on your own and you finally relaxed into his hold, letting him use your body how he wanted as you submitted to his cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted in time with his thrusts, getting louder as his cock battered against a spot inside you that made you shake with pleasure. He fucked you so good, you never wanted it to end.
“Good girl,” Steve crooned, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you brutally. “Daddy’s filthy little baby girl.” Then he was pushing your shoulders down into the hay and lifting your hips even higher, until you were on your tiptoes and his cock was hitting a new spot inside you that made you shriek with pleasure. “That’s it, baby, scream for me—scream for daddy,” he urged, his voice low and sinful as he encouraged you.
Steve’s words set something loose inside you and you let yourself get lost in the pleasure he was wringing from your body, your mouth open as you moaned and screamed through his merciless fucking. Your fingers clung to the hay bale for dear life as Steve’s cock speared deep inside you again and again, finding a spot that made you see stars. He was pushing you to the edge of your release with every savage thrust, and you babbled shrilly, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,” your lips unable to form any other word than that.
“There’s my brainless little baby girl,” Steve huffed in a warm tone, his breath sawing in and out of him as he kept up his ruthless pace. He held you on the edge of bliss for a long moment, and then he bent over you, one hand finding your clit between your thighs. “Come, baby girl,” he murmured in your ear. “Be a good girl and come on daddy’s cock.” His fingers rubbed your clit hard and you were helpless to the perfect way he worked your body.
Your release crashed over you with the force of the entire ocean, dragging you under a riotous wave of pleasure. You screamed your throat hoarse as your whole body went tight, your vision blacking out for a moment as your mind was too overwhelmed. When you jolted back into your body a second later, it was with the feeling of warm, pleasurable heat pulsing through the entirety of your being.
Steve bit out a strangled, “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” and then he was rutting into your clenching pussy, chasing his own release. He thrust into you wildly, drawing out your pleasure before finally finding his own. He came with a loud groan that he tried to muffle against your shoulder, his hips jerking as his cock twitched inside you, his come spilling into the condom. You moaned softly at the feeling of Steve finding his pleasure in your body, adding to the aftershocks of your orgasm.
You both collapsed onto the hay bale, Steve planting a hand beside your head to stop himself from crushing you; you wriggled over to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. He grinned against the side of your face and then turned you enough to kiss you properly. It was a soft, lazy kiss that ended far too soon. But Steve needed to pull out and take care of the condom, tying it off and disposing of it.
Then he helped you to stand and righted your clothes, both of you stealing kisses like you couldn’t get enough of one another. Steve wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, content for the moment. Your knees were weak beneath you, but Steve held you tight enough that you knew you weren’t in danger of falling.
“So I was thinking,” Steve began, running one hand up and down your spine slowly, making you melt even more into his arms. He trailed off and you let out a little hum of encouragement. “I’d like to see you again,” he said, a little hint of uncertainty in his tone.
Leaning back, you smiled up at him. “I’d like that,” you said, before dropping your eyes to his chin and whispering, “a lot.” You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so shy, especially after all the filthy things you’d said to Steve that night, but admitting you liked him so much was a whole different thing.
“Good,” Steve said decisively, tilting your chin up and dropping a kiss to your lips. His expression was soft with affection when he pulled away, his gaze raking over your face like he couldn’t get enough of looking at you. “Next weekend, why don’t we carve some pumpkins and bake some cookies?”
You grinned wide. “I’d love that,” you said, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.
Steve was smiling too much for you to deepen the kiss, but he held you tighter in his strong arms. “I figured,” he said, chuckling a little. “I overheard you telling your friends that’s how you would’ve preferred to spend tonight,” he admitted a little guiltily.
Laughing giddily, you peppered kisses all over Steve’s face. When you finally settled, you looked up into his eyes and said, “I’m glad that wasn’t how I spent my night,” you said, giving him as serious a look as you could manage with how happy you felt. “Then I wouldn’t have met you, and I’m really happy I met you, Steve.”
He looked at you with so much affection, and something deeper swirling in the depths of his blue eyes, that you knew there was something special blooming between the two of you. It might have been a little early to think that—after all, you’d only met Steve that night—but you felt certain of it in your heart and soul, straight down to your bones. What you had with Steve may have been new, but you just knew that you would be in each other’s lives for a very long time.
Steve seemed to be thinking something similar because he slanted his lips to yours in a kiss that felt like coming home. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and exhaled a soft, happy sigh. “I’m so glad I met you, too, baby girl,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours. The corners of his mouth curled in a smile, and yours flickered too, knowing that whatever teasing thing he was going to say was going to make you laugh. “So glad you stumbled into my arms—twice—after getting scared in the haunted corn maze.”
You did indeed laugh at his light teasing, the sound muffled when he silenced you with a kiss. You and Steve stayed in the barn for a little while longer, kissing and talking, but eventually you knew you had to get back to your friends.
Steve walked you back to the farm and gave you one last kiss, promising to call you and set up your pumpkin carving date for the following weekend. You practically floated on air back to your friends, who were a little cranky you’d left them for so long. But after you told them about Steve, Yelena shrieked in delight, then punched you in the arm for living out her kink. Natasha just looked happy for you.
Once you’d bought all three of you some hot apple citer and divulged as many details as you were willing to share, your friends quickly forgave you. They were excited for you to see Steve again, though in Yelena’s case that might’ve been because you promised to ask Steve if he knew if any of his fellow scare actors were single. Still, you had a pleasant rest of the night with your friends, even if your thoughts kept straying back to Steve and the date you’d planned.
When the following weekend came around, Steve came over to your apartment and you carved pumpkins together while you baked those sugar cookies with the Halloween shapes on them. Although you did manage to get your pumpkins carved and almost the entire tray of cookies eaten, you and Steve could barely keep your hands off each other and the night ended with you screaming on his cock. It was the best ending to the night you could’ve hoped for.
Your relationship with Steve unfolded over the following weeks and months, the crush you had on the scare actor/farmer turning into so much more. Eventually, you moved in together, exchanged rings and you took his last name. No matter how many years you were together, though, you always kept up certain traditions: apple picking, carving pumpkins, and baking cookies in the fall. Though you’d put your foot down about going to haunted houses, Steve refused to stop teasing you about the time you got lost in a haunted corn maze and needed his help to find your way out.
You didn’t mind the teasing, though, since you knew it was just Steve reminding you of the night each of you met the love of your life—after getting scared and screaming in a haunted corn maze.