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Vampire Dominam Suam

╰┈➤ ❝ His Vampire Mistress ❞

Pairing: VampireHunter!Eddie x FemVampire!Reader Rating: E ! M!DNI Summary: For eight years, Eddie has been hunting you down — a strong desire for vengeance in the name of his uncle, who died at the hands of your vampire leader. Tonight, after crossing the Tennessee border into Louisiana, finds a lead to a brothel hidden within the city of Baton Rouge. Your only request before he slays you? To feel the touch and love of a man one last time. Word Count: 4.4k

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, killing, past sex, and prostitution (reader owns a brothel). Slight ball worship, M!recieving oral, fingering, multiple positions, choking, mirror sex, squirting, unprotected p in v, no pull out, name calling (slut, whore, and description for evil). Eddie mentions god and hell. Eddie’s kind of mean in this. No happy ending for eddie. Slight gore (its not too bad, dont be scared) Taglist: @edsforehead @hesvoid34 @blazeflays

It was a stormy night when Eddie made his way down the cobble streets. He had heard rumors in the local taverns that some men walk into this brothel and never make it home to their wife and kids… lost forever in time with only slurred words for their friends to remember them by. The clicking from the heel of his boots starts to slow when he reads the directions on his travel sized notepad — softly muttering the words of his chicken scratch that was written in haste when the bartender gave the directions. 

He didn’t think he would be chasing down a potential opportunity to find you tonight; he had promised himself a much needed break after traveling from Mississippi to Louisiana but the compulsion took over his body before his mind could shut it down. Three painstaking years he spent in Mississippi looking for you, only to obviously not cross paths and have to accept the fact that it was time to move on to the next state. 

When Eddie rounded the corner of a dark and dingy alley, he saw the sign the bartender said to watch out for. It wasn’t anything special and would definitely blend in with every other store sign to the travelers who did not speak or read French. Eddie was sure to write down exactly how the bartender pronounced it so that there was no forgetting — although it was proven that a small town boy from Indiana had no business even attempting to transcribe words spoken to him in French because where there were s’s on the sign, there was z’s on his notepad. 

Maison du Plaisir

Taking a deep breath of the cold, damp air of Baton Rouge — the first major city he was able to stop at after crossing the Louisiana-Mississippi border — Eddie grabbed the handle of the heavy door to the brothel. Inside, he was met with many beautiful women, yet none of them were you.

“Bonjour, would you like to book a room with one of our lovely hosts?” The front lady asks, puffing out a cloud of cigarette smoke from a long stick. Eddie had to reckon that such a stick would have been bought from a migrant merchant; in all his travels, he has come to learn that immigrants from abroad bring things to America that people couldn’t help but buy. The front lady was no exception. 

“I uh,” he stammers before clearing his throat and approaching the front desk, “I’m looking for a specific woman to host me tonight, however I apologizing for not remembering her name…” Eddie looks around the parlour room, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of you. He wasn’t successful. “Could I have the hosts line up? I’m better with faces,” he chuckles, giving the front lady a tight lipped smile. 

She hollers throughout the parlour for them to group up in a single line; all of them giving Eddie seductive glances to up their chances of him picking them. As the last host entered the room and joined, Eddie let out a defeated sigh.

“Is there any other woman here? Maybe she’s busy with another client?” He asks, a charming hopeful tone in his voice. The front lady whispers in the ear of one of the blonde hosts and then she walks through to the stairs at the back of the parlour.

“One moment, monsieur. Josephine will see if the madame of the house is busy,” she said, flicking the cigarette ash off and into a whisky glass that had been forgotten on a side table. Eddie patiently waited until the blonde host, Josephine, reappeared and ushered him to the stairs. 

“Just go up these stairs and then knock on the door all the way at the end of the hall,” she instructed. He nodded his head to bid her goodbye before she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “If you find yourself, er… leaving the house the same way you arrived, count it as a blessing. Many patrons find themselves leaving another way,” she warned before fluttering off as if she hadn’t just told you that walking into that room would be a death trap. 

As Eddie makes his way down the hall, he finds himself coming to the realization that it was very much possible that if you were the headmistress, the woman of the house, then every host here must have been turned by you if they were aware of the disappearances of men. And if that was the case, then he will gladly set this building aflame as he walks out.

Before Eddie could knock his knuckles against the wooden door, it began opening on its own. Scents of citrus and herbs waft into his face as he passes the threshold, yet you are nowhere to be seen. 

“Hello?” He calls out, stepping further into the room. There was a bath still hot enough for him to see the steam at one corner of the room; no doubt clueing him to where the elegant scents of orange and rosemary were coming from. You must have been drawing a bath when he arrived. 

“What can I help you with?” You ask, emerging from the large walk in closet behind Eddie. He snapped around quickly, looking at you up and down. His face changed rather quickly when he realized it truly was you. “My apologies, sir… do I know you?” You ask, coming out into the room more so that you could get a better look at him. 

There was some familiarity to him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Being 263 years old, you’ve met many people — at the height of your aristocracy around 30 years prior, you were socializing and rubbing elbows with the wealthiest in New York City — so it was common to be forgetful of faces and names the more you lived. A deep, condescending chuckle came from Eddie as he looked at the ground.

“Oh yeah, we know each other,” Eddie replied as he sat down at the tea table near the window. “Take a seat so I can refresh your memory, darling.”

You tentatively walked over to the opposing seat and waited patiently. You thought back to the many men you laid with before, thinking maybe he was a prior conquest of yours that was coming back for more. 

After Richard had bitten you in 1618, you tried to continue living your life normally. He had been a suitor your father pawned you off to as an attempt to marry you off, finding that you were 23 years old and still living on the farm with them. They wanted you to marry a man that had more than they had and Richard had just inherited land. Nobody knew that he was a vampire nor did anybody know that he did not want a wife. But it happened. 

He was able to forge wedding papers so that you both could benefit legally, but it was clear to the both of you that there was nothing between you. Two years later, you both found spots on the Mayflower and left Europe; a fresh start was what he said would be best. For years and years, the two of you skipped around colonies and territories to avoid being recognized. It was smart because if you and Richard had stayed in one spot for too long, people would recognize the lack of aging. 

You and him had found a clan of other vampires in Indiana in 1838 before it all came crashing down 12 years later. No more living lavishly because Richard talked his way up the social ladder, no more nights luring women or men in to feed on, and most sadly… no more Richard. After escaping, you skipped around heading south for 10 years until you found yourself in Baton Rouge. 

That’s when you began a legacy for yourself; creating a safe haven for women who couldn’t provide for themselves. Being the woman of the house in a brothel was one of the smartest things you could have done. Not only could you easily lure men in to feed on, but you also were able to feed another appetite. 

After being alive for so long, you found yourself yearning to feel like a normal person. You could not go a day without sucking men dry of their blood nor could you go without laying with them. Normal, living people had sex. So that is what you became addicted to — and fast. 

So yeah, it was very easy to think that you had been under him before. You sat patiently waiting for him to talk, but he was looking at something through the window in the distance. 

“Mister…”

“Munson.” He replied solemnly, looking back at you with a stern face. Munson… that sounded familiar as well but you couldn't place from where. 

“Mister Munson, if we’ve had prior relations, you’ll have to forgive me for not remembering,” you chuckle. “I do tend to host my bedroom quite often.” You give him the best sultry smile you could muster, working towards tearing his walls down so he could look less out of place. The sternness in his face made you feel scrutinized.

“No, no… we’ve never slept together. I first saw you in 1846 when I was eight years old. I wanted to be like my uncle… I wanted to be like him so bad that I had gone out at night to look for your kind. I saw you in an alleyway, feeding on a man. I was nothing like my uncle, so instead of killing you right then and there, I ran away,” he pauses. “I should have killed you right there when I had the chance.

“After that, I vowed to learn the ways of my uncle so that I’d be ready to slay my first vampire. They were a real problem in my little town in Indiana… Does the year 1850 ring a bell for you, sweetheart?” 

You could feel the warmth bleed from your face. 

“I was 12 years old when I watched my uncle die at the hands of your leader. While I was too busy setting that building on fire with all the rest of those hellish monsters… I saw you escape. I looked, and looked for you that night so I could finish you off, but I wasn’t so lucky. I made a promise to my dead uncle that I would search the ends of the earth for you and I have now been successful.” 

Internally, you were scared. Terror ran through your veins at the prospect of dying tonight. He pulled out his weapon before he finished his speech.

“I have been searching for you for eight years now and it ends tonight. I will take pride in killing you, knowing it would be what my uncle would also want. So, before I do, is there anything you want to say?”

You pondered for a few seconds before you had a bright idea; anything to buy you more time to curate a plan. With a sigh, you began your plea act.

“I know it’s asking a lot, but… I’m asking you to rethink this. I am so deeply sorry for what Richard did to your uncle… I’m as much of a victim as he, and you, are. I didn’t ask for this… Richard- well, he was a horrible man. I didn’t want this life, but he made me live through it. I- I’m sorry. Please think about this…” Your eyebrows stitched together in pleading when you looked at him. He clenched his jaw at your words and shook his head. 

“No, I will not. I must follow through,” he replied as he stood. 

“Okay, okay! Then could you at least be the last man I sleep with? I was cursed with having to live such a long life and I just hope you at least realize that sex is my last wish… normal people seek pleasure in life and I have been brought such pain and misery as a vampire,” you beg, throwing yourself to his feet. You look up at him through your eyelashes as you whimper your next words. 

“Please use my body as an offering for your pain and suffering that Richard has brought to your life as well.”

Eddie was quiet as he thought about your words; the mental argument being shown on his face. The angel on one of his shoulders told him that agreeing would be outright blasphemy. Your kind had killed the one person he had left in this world and had him dedicating his life in the name of revenge… That there was no reason to use your body because seeing it lifeless would suffice. 

But the devil on his other shoulder could see your taut nipples pointing through your silk robe and hasn’t gotten its dick wet since Arkansas. 

Eddie’s temperance diminished rather quickly when your hand reached out to rub shyly against his thigh; allowing himself to get drunk off of you. When he started to peel off his outer layers, you stood to help him.

“Let’s get you into the bath, hmm?” You suggest as you help guide his cotton shirt above his head. There was silence from both of you as your eyes scanned his body; but instead of saying anything, you guide him to the lounge seat next to the tub. 

Steam, although significantly less abundant compared to when he had arrived, pushed the aroma of the scents into what you could only describe as a cloud amongst you both. Being this close, Eddie was also able to notice subtle hints of lavender oil in the tub, beautifully complementing the orange slices and sprigs of rosemary he saw floating around the water. 

You guide him out of the rest of his clothes and down until he’s laying in the tub; water wading up to his pecs and dampening the short curls at the back of his head. Slowly, you reach over to the side table behind him to grab the sponge that had been waiting for you, effectively pushing your breasts right into his face.

“As wrong as it is for me to say, I think you’d be straight sin even if your soul wasn’t damned,” he whispered as he watched your breasts settle when you sat back up. The sponge was rough in a relaxing way on his skin when you dipped it into the water and began scrubbing at his thighs. 

“You just think it’s wrong to say that because you’ve made your mind up in regards of who I am. You don’t know me and yet you think you do…” The end of your words trailed off as your moved the sponge up to his chest, wiping away any grime that would be there. Eddie didn’t have much time before your hands were adventuring down his chiseled torso to his groin area. “Awe,” you tut with faux sympathy laced in your tone, “When was the last time you came? Your balls feel so heavy…”

A heavy breath left Eddie’s lips as he watched you fondle his manhood, feeling the blood rush to his cock. A sly smirk grew on your face as you watched it grow with your own eyes.

“I think you’re all clean now, Mr. Munson. Why don’t you grab that towel there and go lay down,” you say as you stand up. “I’ll go hang my robe and meet you on the bed.” With that, you walked back into the walk-in wardrobe you had been in when he had arrived. You carefully hang the silk robe on its designated hook and brushed your hair out some before walking back out. When you had went back, you found him sitting at the edge of your luxury mattress. 

His member was standing taut, slightly bobbing with his heavy breaths as he watched you saunter your way to him. When you got on your knees in front of him, you could see more easily how angry and red his tip looked; surely causing your thighs to clench together when you imagined how it would look when it finally was able to bully itself into your cunt. 

“Watch your teeth, you cacodemon,” he warned sternly. You chuckled before reaching out and sucking down nearly half of him in one go. The swirling of your devilish tongue grabbed and pulled equally as sinful moans from Eddie. He didn’t know whether to look at the ceiling or you as you pushed and pushed until your nose was almost brushing the mound of pubic hair he had. “You haven’t even been sucking my cock for thirty seconds and you’re already trying to swallow me whole? What a beautiful, bloodsucking slut, hmm?”

His dirty words brought a warmth of arousal to your gut, no doubt manifesting as a gush of slick between your thighs. Your hand comes up to his thick girth to replace your mouth when you begin to trail your lips and tongue down to his heavy balls. 

“So heavy… so full…” You whimper, pressing your cheek against them. A stuttering groan escaped from the back of his throat at the attention you were giving him. But when you finally sucked one of them into your mouth, his hands shot to the back of your head to push you harder onto him. There was a moment your heart rate sped up from having your nose pressed too hard into him, but you quickly tilted your head for a better angle. 

You hand continued to pull and tug languidly, not giving him too much pleasure in that way. But the way your cheeks hallowed around his balls, mixed with the flicks your tongue was laying, caused him to pull you off of him with a pop.

“Get up here,” he instructed as he directed you by your hair. He pushed you until you were on your knees on the bed beside him. “Kneel right there and suck my fucking cock.” 

With the new angle, Eddie was able to reach around behind you. He started rubbing his calloused hands against the soft skin of your ass, causing you to hum in appreciation. You were about to whine in protest when you felt his hand leave you, but were quickly surprised when his hand landed heavily against your ass; landing at the peak of your curve with enough meanness for you to know he was doing this for his own twisted pleasure. 

“Such a pretty ass…” he mumbled before laying another one down on the opposing cheek. His rough hand kneaded and pushed against each one, soothing the warmth from the smacks, making your moan as you continued to bob your head. What had you moaning even more was when he brought said calloused hands to your sopping cunt. His fingers slid experimentally through your folds until he found your opening. “Such a wet little pussy…”

One of his thick fingers pushed itself into you with ease, so he pulled it out and let another one join. “So tight too. I bet you’ll stretch just perfectly on me, huh?”

Clouded with lust and unable to answer him properly, you hum again. The vibrations from your throat made his hips stutter up into your mouth. Eddie was dedicated to feeling your hums and moans on his dick, so he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace; jabbing and nudging that little squishy button inside you without mercy. There was not a chance for you to continue sucking him off properly when his fingers were making your mouth hang open. 

Without hesitation, Eddie held the back of your head so that he could thrust up into your mouth as he kept the pace of his fingers. Loud squelching from your pussy accompanied the sounds of moans broken from your gags; his thick, mushroom tip abusing the back of your throat. Everything was too much — the sounds from both of you surrounding and hugging your ears as if you were in a bubble of just that — pushing you closer to your peak. 

His fingers changed and put a direct wiggling pressure right on that special button inside, causing you to clench right down on them and cum with a gagged scream. 

“That right, cum on my fingers just like that— yeah, just like that…” he panted out, continuing his movements, but stopping his thrusting; letting out ride out your orgasm without having his cock down your throat. You came up for air as your limbs began to tingle, but Eddie was manhandling you around before you could come down completely. He grabbed and pushed until you were bent down in front of his kneeling position; your face pressed harshly into the silk linens on your bed. 

“You better enjoy this while it lasts, you nefarious whore…” As Eddie says this, he pushes his thick member right into you, all the way to the hilt until this thighs are pressing against your ass. His words and the feeling of once again being filled by him fuels your desire to cum. 

He slowly pulls himself out until just his tip is poking through your opening and then his jamming — bullying — himself all the way in again. Each time he does this, slow to come out and insatiably fast going in, he brushes against your sensitive bud inside. 

“Oh my God!” You scream at a significantly brutal thrust before whimpering from his slow draw out. He tuts his tongue behind you, grabbing onto your hips before leaning down to your ear.

“You reserved your place in Hell a long time ago… God won’t listen to your cries… But I will.” He seethes before slamming back into you and continuing onto a fast and brutal pace. Eddie picks himself back up so that he’s on his haunches again, giving himself a more effective angle for his pace. Hard, high pitched whines left your lips at each punctuation of his thrusts. He sounded so beautiful too; low pitched, angry grunts. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, “I can feel you pulse around me.” He said, head lulling to one side before he’s grabbing you by the throat and hauling your body to his. Your eyes met his in the mirror behind your head board; his hand tightening around your throat while he kept his speed. 

“You gonna cum again?” You nod back vigorously. “Touch yourse— Nuh— touch yourself and cum on my cock.”

The hand that wasn’t around your throat snaked around to grab at one of your tits; fingers anchoring around the nipple and pinching. You let out a loud yelp and furrow your eyebrows before one of your own hands covers his. He encourages you to touch yourself by letting out a gruff C’mon. Your other hand’s fingers quickly find your clit, touching it for the first time tonight. For not having being touched at all tonight, it was quite sensitive. 

“Feels s’good,” you moan, continuing to maintain eye contact with him as you rub fast, hard circles on your engorged bud. “Gonna cum again… gon—“ 

Your warning to him was met with a tighter grip around your throat and harsher thrusts. A large gush of liquid met your fingers as you came, soaking the sheets under both of you. Body tired, you slumped forward and threatened to collapse but Eddie held you tighter against his chest as he snuck his hand down to continue you through your orgasm again. He quickly became addicted to the feeling of you tighten and gush against his cock; doing anything he could to feel it again. But overstimulation came fast and made your body jerk against his. 

“Stop! Just sit.. wanna ride you and make you cum,” you said through your haze. Eddie pulled out and watched as the remnants of your squirt drip off the tip of his dick. A groan punched through his chest at the sight.

“You truly are sin… c’mere,” he remarked as he pulled you onto his lap. You landed on him with a huff, struggling to find the strength to actually ride him. “It’s okay, just sit pretty on my cock,”

Eddie hands grabbed at the swell of your ass to lift you up, allowing you to grab his member and align it. As you sat, he let out a deep moan; lips falling open and eyes fluttering closed. He must have understood that you couldn’t ride him like you had wanted to because he kept his hands on you to lift you up and then drop you back down. 

“I want you to cum, pleasepleaseplease… need you to cum so bad,” you whimpered while being bounced on his cock. His hot breath fanned across your face as he got lost in the wetness of your pussy, willing himself to get closer to his own orgasm. It was new to you for have a man last so long in bed… what a shame, you thought. 

“Keep beggin’ like that and I will,” he managed through a shuddering breath. His hands left your ass so that he could wrap his arms around your back, holding your still so that he could begin pistoning himself into you again. 

“Oh, Eddie! Fill me up, please! Wanna feel you drip out of me,” you moaned loudly. Your voice was wobbly from the force of his thrusts, but you tried your best to be understood. “It’s my last wish to feel you cum!”

Your last words made Eddie’s brain short circuit, not used to hearing such attentive words of need and desire towards himself. With a few final thrusts, he neared his teeth down onto your shoulder as he held you down on his cock; pumping your used and puffy pussy with his thick cum. 

You both slackened and relaxed in post orgasm, trying desperately to catch your breaths. His head lulled back to rest against the backboard of your bed and yours fell to the crook of his neck; his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried his best to swallow the last bits of moisture in his mouth. 

As you watched it bob, your eyes flicked over to the side of his neck. You could see the artery in his neck pump with blood — his heart pumping as fast as a rabbit’s from his exertion. Perfect…

Without hesitation, you lunged toward and sunk your sharp fangs into his flesh. Eddie yelped and tried to pull away, but your hands quickly grabbed for purchase on his neck and head; pushing it so that he was open and more exposed for you. Blood quickly filled your mouth as you drank him in and swallowed him down just as fast. 

Gurgled groans came from his mouth as the life drained from Eddie, but you felt a new found vigor.

His blood was devine for a heathen like yourself. 

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Darkest Desire

Based off of this nonnie request! It’s a bit scarier than intended and I do apologise for that teehee. There’s also no smut…

Blurb: With a group of friends you visit the local Halloween Scare walk, an event that is hosted annually out in the creepy plaines of Hawkins and whilst it’s masks on for the locals, it’s very much masks off for the scare actors…

Pairing: Scare Actor!Eddie x Reader

Warnings: 18+, the holiday of Halloween is mentioned, talk of blood/gore, faux blades/knives, cursing, reader is referred to as girl, use of pet names, degrading, praising, stalking (cat&mouse), sly/cocky and slightly mean!Eddie. Characters are all 20+

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divider by @reveriesources

Crunchy dry blood orange leaves litter the earth and frost tainted wind nips at your nose and cheeks. The squeals of excited children racing by your costume clad frame fills your ears with immense joy and you giggle airily as they launch themselves into one another. Racing toward the brightly lit luminescent funfair games in hopes of winning a stuffed animal or a goldfish in a bag.

Their parents lug behind them, their attire consisting of some makeshift costume they had thrown together at the last minute in hopes of pleasing their tiny humans and earning themselves a quiet car ride without any tantrums or fuss.

Your group, on the other hand, weren’t here for the childish and conning games. You were all here for the Scare Walk.

You hadn’t agreed on a coherent group costume so it was a pick and mix of totally different genres and ideas and from an outside perspective it was abundantly clear that there was no communication on the matter whatsoever.

Steve was dressed as the main character from Nightmare On Elm Street, Freddy Kruger. Nancy clearly had helped with the makeup aspect of the costume assemble but everything else screamed Harrington. He cropped the stripped knitted jumper to better suit his athletic frame and his hair was still very much classic Steve.

Robin had taken a whole new approach, dressing up as the colourful Rubik’s Cube puzzle toy. Deriving inspiration from the colourful squares she wore a long black jumpsuit covered in humongous reflective and vibrant square sequins. She more resembled a neon glitter ball, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Nancy’s body was hugged by a khaki green boiler suit that had the long legs cut off and on her back she wore a black backpack with some DIY altercations made to it. She has begged Mike to help her create her costume, and that’s how she ended up dressed as a Ghostbuster, putting a strong feminine spin on the male dominated film. You hadn’t expected anything less from Nance, she was always looking for ways to empower women and her costume made you smile. Proud.

Jonathan had chosen a much whackier costume to better fit with his personality. The pungent smell of weed radiating from his body only complimented the fluorescent green costume he was wearing and the radioactive orange bandana blindfolded over his eyes. He had opted for the beloved character from the children’s series Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’, Michelangelo. Which shouldn’t have surprised you— but it did.

And finally, you had chosen something distinctively different from your friends. You had made the bold choice to go as a flapper girl from the 1920’s, inspired by Fitzgeralds novel The Great Gatsby. It was a bold move because you paired the costume with kitten heels and although they were small you knew by the end of the night your feet would be crying out for rest. It is a Scare Walk after all. Your body was adorned by glitter and lace and the fringe of your dress tickled at the exposed skin of your legs.

It was a bit chilly tonight, but you were having too much of a ball to really hone in and pay attention to the sharp gusts of wind. Steve and Robin were arguing over whose costume was more original and whilst Robin’s was, Steve always somehow managed to argue himself into being ‘right’.

“Talk to me when you have hand sewn a bazillion sequins onto something and not just took a pair of shears to a ratty old sweater.” Robin remarks with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest and marching ahead of Steve.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that it was surprisingly difficult to cut this thing into a straight line— and it isn’t ratty or old, I literally bought it like two days ago.” Steve fires back with a squinted gaze as he follows closely behind Robin’s reflective beacon of light that seems to lead us through the dimness. Nancy grumbles inwardly to herself.

“Can you two stop bickering like babies? We’re here to have fun! So let’s go and do that!” She hooks her arm with yours, charging forward, “I heard that some people from campus are working here this year. I don’t know what they’re doing but isn’t that exciting? We might bump into them!” You admired how Nancy could make a good situation out of everything, however you didn’t quite share her enthusiasm for meeting people you already knew. Nancy was all about making and strengthening connections whereas you wanted to just have fun— judgement free.

And now that you knew that your peers were watching your every move you couldn’t help but feel your confidence shrink slightly and your words clam up. Dying in your throat before they could ever be heard aloud.

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The walk started off relatively slow and rather boring. You kept mistaking your dress tickling your calf’s as insects running up the skin of your legs and Robin would giggle at the way your head was constantly shooting downward.

“You seem awfully jittery— is someone scared already?” She taunts, wiggling her eyebrows at you and grinning widely as she did.

You scoff in response, “Please. I’m nearly dozing off back here.”

An eerie dark silence falls over the group and the golden haze from the spooky funfair starts to fade into the background behind you as you venture further and deeper into the doom and gloom of night fall.

The smell of sweet popcorn no longer lingers in the hairs of your nostrils and a sinister chill runs down the back of your spine; like fingers tickling your bare skin.

“Are we sure we are sticking to the trail? It’s getting pretty dark out here— OH MY FUCKING GOD!!” Two little girls dressed in bloody dresses and horrifying makeup charge toward you from a nearby hidden brush. Their eyes glow a disturbing shade of white and they hold faux knives that still look devilishly real. You stumble backwards, nearly collapsing from shock however before you could fall to the ground you feel a hard body hit your back which makes you scream out in terror.

The figure laughs at you, jeering and sharp as you whip around to meet him and your hand is quick to find your chest. Your fingers claw at the fabric of your dress and you fist the fabric with a shaky grip. You’re panting, struggling for breath and the skull painted face looms over you for a moment too long; cocking his head to the side as he examines your costume.

That’s when you realise something. Something that you immediately recognised as a dark secret. A dark desire that should be kept hidden.

As his onyx orbs gleam and glare down at you, you feel a wave of heat feather your cold skin. Your core pulses between your thighs and your mouth hangs open in dreadful clarity; you were fucking turned on by this.

His chiselled face is painted to resemble a bare skull. White with inky dark circles that deepen his eye sockets and his cheekbones are defined with thick blended shadowy lines. His lips are painted black to match his contours and he has hand drawn on a stretched toothy smile and an empty nose cavity.

He doesn’t speak a single word.

He just stares at you. Almost as if he is furious with you.

And before long he drags himself away from you, like the simple task is deemed painful and impossible for him.

His torso is dressed in a fitted white button down shirt which is rolled up to his elbows and it exposes his tattooed forearms. On his legs he wears a simple but professional pair of black trousers paired with black suspenders that sling over his shoulders. On his feet he has combat boots supporting his ankles and some sort of padded device strapped around the joint of his knees.

You gawk at him as he skates across the concrete on his knees at an alarmingly fast rate toward another group of poor people; leaving sparks of light in his dust as they squirm and scream. Some of them even go as far to sprint off into the darkness away from him; which leaves the masked man cackling darkly and running after them.

“Holy shit! I had no idea he would be working here this year!” Steve slaps the palm of his hand onto your shoulder as he chuckles heavily and you pull away from him confused and slightly annoyed.

“Who is ‘he’ and how do you know him?” Steve’s laughter dies out slowly and his hands come to rest on his hips. A stance that he did often. The rest of the gang come to join you with curious expressions on their faces.

“Seriously? You don’t recognise him?” There’s a pause as you shake your head ‘no’ and Steve rolls his amber eyes dramatically, “That’s Eddie Munson, dipshit. He’s always smoking weed out in the courtyard on campus? Playing with the fire from the benson burner during chemistry— is this ringing any bells?” You shrug, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

Is Eddie Munson someone you should know about?

“He has long, curly hair— not better than mine but hey, it’s definitely up there.” Steve’s hand smooths over his slicked back hair that is thick with gel and you laugh, now being able to form an image of Eddie in your mind.

“Ohh, the metal head? He sometimes walks around with his guitar slung over his back?” You reply as you begin to walk off after realising that you have all come to a stand still— and partially because you want to see Eddie again.

“Yeah! He is wicked with a guitar! I’ve seen him play.” Robin chirps from your left and Nancy hums on your right.

“He is pretty good.” Jonathan speaks through a mouthful of candy and you try to disguise your disgust as you unfortunately get a glimpse of the food on his tongue.

“Right…” is all you quietly reply as your eyes scan the bluish darkness. You can hear an owl hooting off in the distance and if it weren’t for the jump scares waiting for you, you would find this promenade quite peaceful.

Crickets whisper conversations from the tall blades of grass and you can see lanterns dotted up ahead of you. They cast ghoulish shadows all around the dirt path and your head twitches from side to side— trying to catch any of the silhouettes moving.

But they don’t.

You have strayed further ahead of the group, their voices hitting your ears in the form of muffled sounds but you don’t bother to wait on them. They are too busy laughing and booing at some of the scare actors whereas your heart is still palpitating at a ridiculous rate from the last scare.

Some of the actors were so gruesomely scary that you felt transported into your favourite slasher films whereas the others were just looming and ominous— more human. Humans are the scariest creatures after all. You fear your own kind in opposition to the unknown.

That’s why when the familiar skull skates over to you on his knees, you freeze this time. No fight or flight; just freeze. Your mouth gaping wide as his nose nearly brushes yours.

“Eddie.” His name is a breathless squeeze from your lungs as it leaves your mouth. You have to say his name aloud in order to ground your thundering heart. Were you excited or frightened? Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Whatever it was, the man stood in front of you wasn’t best pleased. His eyes narrow into irritated slits and his fingers toy with a piece of your hair— twirling it before yanking on it playfully.

Steve, Nancy, Robin and Jonathan all sprint past you in urgency. They screaming until their throats run raw as a deranged man with a faux chainsaw chases after them. Hot on their heels.

You and Eddie go unnoticed by them… and now…

Now you feel afraid.

“Y’know you aren’t supposed to address the actors personally, right?” He sneers through a tight jaw.

“He speaks.” You quip back sassily and Eddie huffs a distorted laugh.

“I’ve seen you around campus— even prettier up close. It’s a shame your attitude ruins that.” He circles you like a shark in water and you follow him. Twirling around makes you dizzy but Eddie’s chuckle makes your dizzier.

“Like a little lost lamb.” He coos, “Where are your cronies? Seems they’ve ditched.” His glove clad knuckle grazes your cheek and you flinch away from his soft touch. Taking a few steps back you widen the close distance between the two of you.

This causes Eddie to grin hugely; showing all of his teeth as he did.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared now?” He prowls toward you however you are quick to match every one of his steps. He takes a stride forward? You take a step back.

“You could run away if you wanted… but that’ll only entice me more. Didn’t they tell you? I love the chase.” His voice is a low animalistic growl and you couldn’t understand if this was Eddie or his character talking to you. Was this all an act or was he genuinely this menacing?

“I thought you actors weren’t supposed to get this close to the public…” You hunch your shoulders upward toward your ears as you cower away from his stalky frame and he stares through you; the gears in his head turning.

You shift on the balls of your feet uncomfortably and your skin blazes beneath his intense gaze.

“You’re blushing.” He says matter of factly and suddenly you feel the need to straighten your posture and try to get as far from him as possible.

“I am not.” The lie is pathetic as it meets the frosted air and Eddie smiles eerily.

“It’s the makeup, isn’t it? You like the makeup.” His head strains back on his neck as he lets out a loud laugh, “Fuck— that’s pathetic. You must be into some really weird shit.”

“I- that’s absurd!! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” You squeal and slink your arms around your torso. Partially because you were cold but also to be protective and assertive of yourself, “You don’t even know me—“ Eddie interjects, his finger tapping impatiently against his painted lips.

“Shhhh.” You feel the soft grain of his leather gloves as they tickle your skin and Eddie’s hands fully embrace your bare shoulders, “It’s okay— I like your costume too, I suppose.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “I mean, it’s a bit outdated and boring but hey, you look good.” He flashes you a teasing wink that is nearly enough to make your lungs implode with lack of oxygen.

“Goodbye, Munson.” You swivel on your kitten heels and briskly find the frozen dirt path again. Your head involuntarily looks over your shoulder, trying to catch sight of Eddie one last time as you leave him behind but to your total disadvantage the metal head was no longer standing where you had left him.

He too, had taken off.

And unbeknownst to you, you had just pressed play on one of Eddie Munson’s all time favourite games; Cat and mouse.

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It was getting later and later with every passing second and you couldn’t find your friends anywhere. You had last seen them run off whilst laughing and screaming in total horror but you hadn’t seen them since.

Had they actually ditched you and went home?

Once the thought infiltrated your psyche you contemplated on cutting the scare walk short and heading back to the funfair to search for them. However, going back meant that you had to go alone and there was something devilish about that.

To your left, through a thick canvas of sweetgum trees you can hear the owl again. Hooting softly— a sound that should calm your nerves but instead it tugs on them viciously. It’s more like an emergency siren warning you. A sign for you to run and to never look back.

A man made whistle slices through the chirping of the birds and it cuts at your skin like the edge of a blade. You look left and right, frantically dancing in circles as you try to determine where it’s coming from; but you are met with nothingness.

“Eddie, if that’s you then cut it out! This isn’t funny!” Your fingernails pinch at your skin as you begin to walk panicked in the opposite direction. Never paying attention to what’s in front of you, your gaze always trailing off to the side and behind you.

That’s when you see him— the skull peering at you from a dark line of trees in the distance. Your feet come to a staggering stop as you eye him. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was Eddie really staring back at you or were you deluding yourself?

You swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you watch him emerge from the greenery. Before your brain can compute what your body is doing you are running; charging into the fullness of the forest.

Tree branches whip and rip at your skin, causing it to redden and sting. You wince but you continue soldiering on, your shoulders barge through sticks and nettles and thorns.

Your mind had convinced you that this was real. That you were being chased by a psycho.

“Hey— hey, stop!! It’s okay! Wait—“ Eddie is close behind you, crunching twigs beneath his boots but you are quicker than he is; more frightened and resilient to get as far from him as possible. For your own safety.

“Sweetheart! Stop!” You can hear him getting frustrated as he trudges through the cluttered landscape but you can see lights shining in front of you, just up ahead, and it causes you to force your legs to quicken. Desperate to reach there.

But just before you explode onto the funfair grounds your legs give way beneath you and you crash to the ground. The palms of your hands scrape against the jagged forest floor and your dress rips against a spiked log. You thought this shit only happened in the movies— but tonight you were proven wrong.

You look behind you and your eyes well up with tears of both pure adrenaline and fear at Eddie propelling himself toward you.

You bring up your hands around your head to protect yourself as you shrink back onto the floor, over the fact that your hair is full of pine needles and your knees are scraped and bleeding.

Eddie crouches by your side, a deep frown on his face and worry in his eyes.

“Hey, sweet girl, you’re okay…” Eddie bites off his leather gloves and throws them to the soft earth. He is gentle to pry your cold hands away from your muddied face and he hisses quietly at the temperature of your skin compared to his. He examines the palms of your hands tenderly, “Ouch… this must hurt. What were you thinking?”

Your foolishness almost causes Eddie to laugh, but after witnessing the genuine anxiety plaguing your features he decides not to.

“It was too real.” You blubber, letting out a dampened sob and Eddie’s heart pangs with guilt and sorrow, “I couldn’t find anyone and… and I saw you and I just couldn’t think of anything else…”

“I’m sorry, love. C’mere, let me help you up.” Eddie is crouched down, his knees bent as he braces himself in front of your shaking frame. He outstretches his hands toward you and you take them hesitantly.

Thanks to Eddie’s strength he pulls your weak body up to meet his with ease and he hold you against his chest. Breathing softly as he tries to calm your laboured and nervous breaths.

“I really am sorry… it’s just me, ‘Kay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” He peppers comforting pecks into your hair and your nails claw at the back of his shirt, “It must’ve been pretty scary; being out there all alone with me.”

You nod, your mind finally calming at the sound of his lulling and gentle voice.

“I do like the makeup.” Your confession is meek and muffled against his chest, “I think there must be something wrong with me.” You laugh, managing to pull away his chest and look at him much more confidently now.

“Not at all,” Eddie grins, “I think it’s quite the opposite, actually. Very normal— it might even be considered vanilla to some people out there.” Although you have removed yourself from the skull painted man’s chest, the closeness between the both of you remains the same.

The truth was; Eddie had always admired you. Your intelligence and your cunning. You were beautiful, which was the cherry on top of your infectiously bright personality. He had noticed you at the beginning of the academic year and he was too chicken to talk to you. You both were connected through Steve but Steve never really paid attention to Eddie’s longing and begging looks toward you.

But Steve didn’t have to say anything. Not anymore. Because you could see it for yourself. You could see beneath the intricate paint on his face that Eddie felt something for you. You weren’t sure what it was; lust, a crush or plain friendship but you could see it. Feel it.

“You must think I’m a total freak.”

“You have no idea who you’re talking to, sweetheart. I am the biggest freak to have ever lived.” Eddie lets out a giddy chuckle and his hands continue to rest lightly around your body. You welcome his lingering touch and his nearness. It felt familiar. Nice.

“We both look like weirdos standing out here in the dark.” Your eyes scan around the auburn horizon of tall trees and a soft smile rests on your smudged lipstick covered lips, “People are going to think we’ve been up to no good.”

Eddie smiles, his hand coming to stroke your cheek gently and tuck some of your rouge hair behind your ear, “With how windswept your hair is, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You both stand there, the air is clouded with electrifying tension and you can’t think of anything else other than how badly you want him to kiss you.

“I wanna take you out… on a date.” His hands cup your face, “When I’m not this caricature. I’ll just be me and you will be you. You won’t have to run from me…” His cold nose brushes the tip of yours, “I won’t have to chase you.” You can smell mint and nicotine on his breath and you have never been more intoxicated by anything in your entire life.

“What’d ya say, sweet girl? Let me take you somewhere nice so I can kiss you properly at the end of the night?” There is a slight desperation to his voice and you bite your lip to suppress a wide smile.

“I’d like you to chase me, Eddie. Chase me with daisies and a boombox and your guitar. You won’t have to run after me for long…” You are dangerously close to him now, your breath quickening as you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. It takes every ounce of self control not to eat his entire mouth with yours, “Take me anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”

“I will.” He promises.

“And kiss me at the end of the night?” You are desperate yourself now, your eyes sparkling with moonlight as you look up into his shadowy hues.

“I will.” He strokes your hair so delicately; like you are the most precious thing he has ever handled, “I promise.”

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kinktober | your woman - e.m.

kinktober day four - taped

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 5.48k

summary: your little friends with benefits deal with eddie was more than you first intended. when eddie asks you if you'd be okay if he recorded the next time you guys hooked up, you were all in. but, you didn't think he'd end up with his phone camera recording himself asking you to be his girl. especially not in a guest room at robin's annual halloween party.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!, minors are never welcomed. jealous!reader, making a sex tape, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, raw penetration (p in v), *wrap it up fr tho.*, pet names, eddie being eddie

reblogs, comments and likes are so very much appreciated i hope everyone is enjoying this!

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EDDIE WAS ALWAYS INSATIABLE. in every way, of course. everything he wanted, he begged for. at least from you. 

it wasn't like you two were a thing officially, it started in high school when the two of you were graduating. he came up to you at a party, being eddie's usual self and flirting with you. though you weren’t receptive at first, it didn’t mean you never would be. 

so he kept trying, even after high school the fall after you two graduated, he found you at another party. neither of you went to college, but had mutual friends in college. so, that night you went to meet up with robin, he cornered you. 

and also that night, started a year long relationship that had no title, no expectations. and even though you weren’t sleeping with anyone else, and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, you had a territorial problem. 

so when eddie brought the subject up for the first time, you were all in. he didn’t even have to beg you, he just asked and you told him he could any time. truthfully, you’d do anything he wanted to do. 

he wanted to make a tape with you, but in general wanted to record you while he fucked you. 

“do you think, i don’t know, would you be okay if i recorded you during sex?” he asked, abashedly. eddie didn’t know if he even had the right to ask. he didn’t even know what the two of you really were. 

“you want to record me while you fuck me?” you asked, making sure that this is what you were hearing. 

“i do.” he smiled, nervously and excitedly when he noticed you didn’t immediately shut it down. 

“okay.” you smiled. he just swallowed, smiling and leaned over to kiss you. 

it’d been a week since then, and when eddie finally saw you again it was the night of robin’s infamous halloween party she threw every year. the concept of recording you taking him in every way had been plaguing his mine, but tried to act completely normal at the same time. 

which he managed. but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

to get into robin’s party, you had to wear a costume and of course eddie was excited about this. you on the other hand were a little dreadful. 

“is this a kids party or what?” you mumbled as you adjusted your costume. 

you chose to go as carrie. a long pink rose silk dress covered your body and hugged your curves softly, of course drenched in fake blood from head to toe with a prom queen crown sitting on your head. eddie had the pleasure of watching you douse yourself in said blood not even a few minutes ago, right after you pulled the pretty dress over your full figure.

of course you forgot to mention that when you weren’t wearing a bra that night and just so happened to step out just in your panties to get ready, he had to be peeled off of you just so you could get ready. 

another thing about eddie, he was a little obsessed with you.

“you hate fun,” eddie tsked and adjusted his hair to be even more frizzy. of course eddie decided to go as eddie van halen, which you told him was maybe too literal. 

“so what do you think of my costume?” eddie gleamed and you turned from the mirror to look at him. 

“you look like you did yesterday. you literally just look like yourself.” you deadpanned and he pouted. he was wearing a jean vest with no shirt underneath, brown leather skinny jeans and a bandana around his neck. you had to help him tease his hair to get it like the picture he showed you, but over all he just looked him himself but times ten. 

“okay, but do i look hot? like, would you fuck me right now?” he asked and grabbed his guitar pick just to hold. 

“you’re gonna bring the guitar pick but not the actual guitar?” you said nodding to his wall, the dark red abstract guitar collecting dust. 

“oh, she’s not going anywhere tonight.” he replied and you shook your head. 

“but yes, eddie you look hot and i would fuck you right now. if we wouldn’t be any later than we already are, come on let's go,”

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robin greeted you at the door of her new townhouse, excited for her housewarming party to turn into a halloween party. 

“i thought couples usually match costumes.” robin teased as she pulled you away from eddie. 

“we’re not a couple,” you said bitterly as she pushed past people drinking, smoking and dancing together under the blacklight and into the hospital lit kitchen. 

“you guys have come to every single one of my parties, together. you guys leave every single one of my parties, together. what do you call that?” she suggested over the loud music.

while she bickered you scanned over the house, the spacey living room that led into an archway to the kitchen. on the kitchen island were large bottles of alcohol pushed together in the middle of the marble, ranging from vodka to rum to tequila. 

“we’re friends.” 

your hand went to grab the bottle of pink whitney, grabbing a little shot glass and pouring yourself one to the rim. robin grabbed one with a scoff and you poured her one, setting the bottle down and facing each other. 

“to friends,” she said smugly. you just rolled your eyes. 

“to friends,” 

it didn’t take long for you to lose eddie at the party, as per usual. it’s always how it went, you and he would split up and hardly look each other's way, just to text each other when the other wants to leave and meet outside. 

but today you were especially needy, and after roughly three cups of mixed drinks and many many shots, you rip away from robin and nancy to find him. it was dark, smokey and you were in need for something of eddie. weed, his hands, his voice. 

you found him of course, but not like you expected. part of you expected him to be sitting in a corner with his friends smoking a blunt, which he was, but instead of just his friends he was the only one with a girl on his lap. 

now he told you that he wouldn’t mess around with anyone but you especially if he thought about wanting to go bare with you, but you didn’t believe him. 

the music was thumping and the alcohol made you feel a little better in terms of confidence, especially being in a silk dress with no bra and skimpy panties so there wasn’t a panty line. you felt sexy, covered in blood with your hair down and as you came into his view, eddie took a drag of his blunt and looked you up and down. 

his friends greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to see you again after being out of their company for so long. another thing was, regardless of who you were to eddie, his friends still loved you. 

“hellooo,” you dragged but kept your eyes on eddie, and not the thin girl making her spot in eddie’s lap. 

“can i have a hit?” you kindly asked eddie, and the girl looked at you with an awkward smile. 

“eddie’s a little busy right now, maybe you guys can smoke later?” the girl suggested and you looked at her, then looked at eddie. 

you weren’t expecting him to say anything. but a part of you wanted him to. you wanted him to feel the need to tell her that you were the one he was taking home that night, but he didn’t. 

“is that right eddie?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two. 

“we were just, uh, kinda talking?” 

you pinched your lips into a thin line and nodded, turning to one of his friends. his friends on the other hand were watching the interaction, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to curse eddie out. 

you could see him gulp before you turned to one of his friends.

“can i buy any from one of you?” you asked, ignoring eddie completely and watched as one guy you really didn’t know the name of pulled out his fanny pack. 

“how much?” he asked and you walked to stand in front of him where he sat on a couch, and you sat knee to knee with him on the coffee table that held empty bottles and ash trays. 

“mm, just enough for a joint.” you smiled. you could feel eddie’s eyes on you, burning into the side of your figure but you didn’t acknowledge him. why would you? 

you were used to being single, textbook single. single, nonetheless. you were quick to leave when things got stupid between you and eddie, not caring and not thinking twice. eddie knew that. he’d been on the shit end of the stick when he fucked up one too many times. being ignored by you, blocked and never putting up a fight because it was never worth it to you. 

he wasn’t going to ruin your night. not when the day was going so well, with him or not. 

you watched his friend bag up the weed, and even give you a cigar wrap to roll it with. you go to take out the money you slipped in the cup of the dress that held your heavy breasts together, but he stops you. 

“pretty girls don’t need to pay, it’s on me.” he smiled, and you blushed. he was cute, not compared to eddie but definitely your type. 

“well,” you said as you took the baggie and the cigar packet and stood up in front of him, looking down, “come find me later n’ maybe i can give you something to say thank you?” 

at this point, eddie was non-existent. you were focused on the man with black locs that were in slight waves, and stubble on his jaw. 

“actually,” you paused and sat back down. “do you think you can roll this for me?” 

eddie was fuming. the girl on his lap held his interest no longer, and his eyes were bored into the natural flow of your interaction with his buddy danny. you seemed genuinely interested, serious about wanting to give him a thank you gift. 

he watched as danny took the baggie and started to roll for you, grinding the weed and putting it into the wrap, all while you watched. not once looking his way.  soon, danny sealed the blunt and actually had the nerve to put the blunt between your lips and spark it himself. 

you inhaled, exhaled the smoke in danny’s face and leaned in close, close enough to smell the tequila on his lips, “thank you.” 

you got up with the blunt between your fingers and left, walking away back to the kitchen where nancy and robin resided. they were laughing in the corner as they passed a bottle between each other, and when you got closer they got excited and hugged you. 

“you got weed from eddie?” robin asked as she handed you the bottle and you handed her the blunt. 

“nope.” you smiled and took a swig, having robin pass the blunt back to you. she looked at you quizzically. 

“one of his friends. actually i’m going to need a ride home, eddie’s probably taking someone else home tonight.” you said nonchalantly, huffing and puffing on the blunt until the mix of tobacco and weed burned your lungs. 

you didn’t even get to take another swing of the bottle before the girls’ eyes are looking up a little, and you feel a tug on your arm that yanks you back. you turn with the blunt between your lips and eyebrows pinched. 

“are you fucking crazy?” eddie gritted, the grip on your arm only tightening when you breathe in the smoke and taking the blunt from between your lips with your other hand. 

“can you fucking let me go?” you snarled, ripping your arm from his grasp and walking backwards. 

“what’s your issue?” he asks, and you pass the blunt to robin before you step closer to him. 

“go fuck her eddie. why are you bothering me when you have a really really pretty girl on your lap? weren’t you just, uh, kinda talking?” you mocked, lowering your voice to match his. no one was paying attention to you, not even robin or nancy could hear you. instead they just moved further aside. 

he just grabs you again, dragging you away from the kitchen and up the stairs to the first room he sees, which just so happened to be a guest room. he yanked you inside and locked the door, letting the only light shine being from outside and the little lamp on the bedside table. 

“you know i only take you home every night right? we leave every place we go to together, together. even if we don’t go together— you’re always back in my bed. you know i choose you.” he tried, but you weren’t having it. 

you were already irritated, the audacity for him to make you feel the way he did when he didn’t shoo the girl off immediately. 

“whatever, i don’t care. i’m not your fucking girlfriend so who cares? do whatever you want. i’m not arguing with you at a party. i’m supposed to be getting drunk, not standing here with you.” you said and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him. 

“you want to be my girlfriend, baby?” he asked you as his breath fanned on your face. 

you smiled sweetly. “no.” you crossed your arms over your chest and moved your head to the side. 

“if i wanted a boyfriend, i’d probably choose the one who gave me free weed, not the one brushing me off for another girl.” 

he just chuckled darkly, grabbing you by your hips and leading you to hit the edge of the bed with the back of your knees. “ i think you’re lying. you don’t want him, sweet girl. i know you want me. why else would you be trying to make me jealous?” 

“i’m going home eddie,” you tried as he pushed you back by your shoulders so you’d land on the bed. you just propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him as he pulled his phone out and threw it beside you. 

he crawled over you, lifting your dress by skimming his fingers up your leg and under the fabric to hike it up over your hip. 

“if i asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?” he asked, watching the dress pool around the fat of your hips, revealing the lacy red underwear you had on underneath. 

you huffed, the cold air hitting your thighs when a breeze came in through the window. “no.” 

he sat straight up on his knees, still straddling you but now unbuttoning the leather jeans to slide them down to his knees. 

“mmm,” he hummed as his cock strained against his briefs, palming himself over while you watched him. your mouth was salivating already, forgetting how you ended up here almost bare to him, but not questioning it. “i think you’re wrong. i think you would say yes,” 

he grabbed the string of your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, letting them fall as you wiggled your feet to drop them from your ankles. 

“maybe we should record this for evidence, just so you can watch it back and see why i think,” he paused and smiled, “why i know, you’d say yes.” he was smug, confident, and had you wrapped around his finger. 

you knew your jealousy maybe might’ve been misplaced, projecting about the fact that you two weren’t official and he’d never bothered to ask you either. you weren’t really allowed to feel this way when he wasn’t yours. 

it just always felt like no matter what he did to piss you off or make you cry, you’d always be his. 

he grabbed the phone, messing with the screen until the flash came on and stayed on. he never showed your face, only pointing the camera between your thick thighs when he shuffled downwards to spread your legs. 

“look at you,” he hummed, getting closer to your heat when he spread your lips, the flash making your slick glisten for him. you were leaking, your arousal dripping out of your hole as he recorded every second of it. 

“eddie,” you whined, moving to close your legs but he pushes them apart, his camera getting a shot of your bare bottom half with the dress at your waist. 

“was my baby jealous tonight? you only want me to yourself?” he asked, inhaling the scent between your legs, “i did not know you could be so greedy,” he teased. 

he let his phone record your cunt when he pushed two fingers into you and started to fuck your hole like that, purely because he wanted to feel how wet you were for him. you were soaking, your arousal leaking from your hole and around his fingers. 

the phone was getting everything. the sounds of your cunt squelching around his fingers, the way your trimmed bush covered your mound, the way his fingers shone with your juices. he didn’t even know where to look, the phone or the real thing. he chose the real thing, but looking at the phone periodically to make sure you were still in view. 

“fuck, eddie,” you couldn’t help but react to the stretch of his rough fingers, the ones that always wrapped around your throat when he fucked you on your back, or the ones that held your hand to help you down the stairs. 

you were still aware that there was a party going on downstairs, still smelling weed smoke and the alcohol on your breath, but too focused on the fact that eddie was recording your every movement. 

his fingers fucked you gently, not nearly as rough as he would, and you whined in reaction. eddie just watched you throw your head back when he stopped recording and threw the phone next to you, moving to let his tongue run over your cunt. his fingers kept you spread while he lapped at your hole, but you knew he was rushed. 

eddie was too excited to finally record you, to finally have something he can watch over and over again until you’re able to satiate his craving for you again. he loved you like this, jealous and bothered by the fact that the two of you had no ties together. 

eddie wanted ties. but you didn’t seem like the type to want that. at least, he thought so. 

“get on your hands and knees, do that for me,” eddie said in the usual rasp he had after he smoked, and you opened your eyes at the loss of contact to look at him. 

you were breathless from the sliver of pleasure he gave you, and needy for the hardness under his briefs. but you did it quick, sitting up and moving your body to get on your hands and knees except instead of holding yourself up on your hands, you grabbed a pillow and used it to rest your head on so that your ass was in the air for him. 

the silk rose dress that was drenched in blood just pooled at your waist, letting you expose both holes to him, wet and needy. eddie frantically looked for the phone again, grabbing it and went back to the recording screen. 

“fucking shit,” he whispered, the flash letting him see all of you. your holes were throbbing, aching for him to fill and take his spot that practically had his name branded on. 

regardless of titles, you were his. even if he wasn’t yours. 

“eddie,” you whined as your cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling his hand spread you open to the cool air, and to the camera of his phone. 

“what is it, baby? you need me? wanna show my camera how fucking needy you are?” he taunted as he landed a spank on your ass cheek, of course eddie recorded him play with you as he liked. 

as he pulled your round ass cheeks apart and spit on your puckered hole, moving the camera to show his thumb rubbing the rim of your asshole, and moved to press into it while you flinched at the touch. 

“eddie, what the fuck,” you gasped as you felt his thumb slide into the tight hole with restraint, feeling an odd pressure that soon turned into the pleasure of something being filled. 

you’d take what he’d give you, because the entire recording thing was for his pleasure. you knew he wanted to get every angle, every scenario, every moment of you naked and aching for him so he didn’t have to imagine your sinful activities together 一 he could just open his photos app and watch as he tore you apart. 

he slid his thumb in and out of your hole as slow as possible, and you heard the mattress squeak and felt it dip, not feeling eddie’s clothed thighs behind yours anymore. they were naked, skin to skin and you felt the phone thud next to your leg, his thumb still curled inside of you when you felt his wet tip hit your cunt. you couldn’t help the gasp that left you, and you waited for the pressure to stretch you out, but it never came. 

so when you tried to push your hips back onto him, he gripped your asscheek to spread it and hold you there. 

“uh-uhn, you have to wait.” he said and you let out a cracked whine, and then saw the flash turn on again. 

eddie had the phone in his hand above you, up to his chest to get all of your curves, the bareness up to the middle of your back where the blood-soaked dress sat, and his tumb still wet and sliding in and out of you. 

“you want my dick, baby?” he asked, recording you wiggling your ass and trying to sink onto him. 

“please, eddie, don’t tease me,” you whined, lifting yourself up just a tiny bit to look over your shoulder, getting a hard glimpse of eddie’s sinister smile, watching through the screen of his phone. 

“tell me, tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he demanded softly. it was a simple demand with heavy baggage to it. 

“i want it, please i want your dick so bad, please give it to me,” you whined beautifully, eddie realizing he’d get to hear you like this all over again whether it’d be on his phone or in person. 

the sensation of being recorded while in your most vulnerable state sent shockwaves to your cunt, and he felt your hole clench around the small of his tip. it was so erotic, so exposing, and the simple act alone meant there was more trust you put into eddie than the both of you realized. 

you’d trust eddie with your life, and when he finally sinks into your tight hole, you realize there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather trust with your body, your mind, your image. 

“my f-” you sputtered, the single sound of trying to say fuck dragging out when eddie groans behind you. 

eddie was catching everything, and for some reason watching himself stretch you out around the girth of his cock made him bite into his lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“fuck baby, you look so fucking good,” he said breathlessly, “like you were fucking made to be on camera,” 

he drew in and out of you, each time admiring the way you molded around him, how your skin was littered with little beauty marks and stretch marks. he could say he was in love with you, but you might reach back and try to slap him. 

he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your cunt with each stroke and groaned with every clench. eddie recorded all of it, and let the camera catch the way your slick was gathering in a ring around his cock. he was high off of you, delirious from how you felt squeezing him like you did. 

he felt like he was gonna go insane with how you moaned and whined for him in every way. 

“eddie, eddie, eddie,” you chanted in moans, responding to the way he made you so full. so full of him. 

your hand reached down blindly as you face planted into the pillow, moving your head to the side and finding where his cock slid in and out of you. eddie saw you start to position yourself to touch your clit, and moved the camera to the underside, capturing the way you rubbed your clit for him from below. he could feel the tips of your fingers brushing against the shaft of his cock, and he let out a throaty, cracked moan. 

he moved his camera back to your spread cheeks and noticed how you started to bounce back on him, spreading your legs wider to be more accessible for him. by now, you completely forgot how you got here. you forgot that you were at a house party, robin’s house party with people walking up and down the stairs to go to restrooms and find their own vacant room. 

it was exhilarating, and you wanted more so you started to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. you were able to feel him everywhere, deep inside to the point your legs felt like they were trembling already. 

before you could move your hand anymore, eddie managed to grab your arms and place them at your back to grip them by your wrists. your hair was a mess, the prom queen crown laying on the mattress beside you, and tears forming in your eyes when you felt your cunt clench continuously around him. 

eddie wasn’t missing anything. he had it all on tape, filming every moment of you squeezing around him. you consumed him completely, and the feeling of you so snug around him and realizing no one else would ever be able to have you like this — it was pushing the feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

“tell me baby,” he said in a huff, “tell me you’re mine, this pussy’s mine,” 

you cried at his words, feeling his pace pick up and the force of his thrusts becoming harder. it was nudging the inside of your cervix, pressing at your spot that he knew all too well. he was so much to take, too much to not feel pleasure and the prick of pain. it was everything to you. 

“you know this pussy’s mine. you want me tell everyone you’re my fucking girl?” he grunted, the phone becoming hard to focus on as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place. 

“yes! eddie, yes! i want it, please,” you confessed, desperate for a release. he restrained you as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of wet skin emanating in the room. loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear. 

but you didn’t care. 

eddie let go of your wrists and curled his body over yours for his stomach to touch your back, reached the phone around to the front of your face. he used his free hand to grab the base of your throat and pull you up just a little more so the camera got to see all of it. 

“that’s right, princess, say it again for me, think i need to hear it again,” he teased breathlessly. you didn’t even know how he was able to talk so much with how heavy he was breathing over you. 

the feeling of his palm on your throat with his fingers on the sides made your cunt clench again and he just chuckled, moving his hand from your throat to grab your hair. he yanked your head back softly and pulled you up to where you tried to grasp for the blanket, but instead settled to rest on his thighs that held you in place. 

“i’m your girl, ‘m yours, please ‘m yours,” you whined. eddie could feel the vibration against his palm and his cock twitched at your words. 

he felt his release begging, and you were holding on for as long as you could until he tells you to cum. he knew that too, and he took advantage of it. 

“you sound so pretty baby, my pretty fucking girlfriend. all fucking mine, goddamn,” he said and buried his face in your neck, ignoring the burn in his arm for holding the phone far at an upper angle to get all of you. 

“mine?” you choked, wanting to ask a certain question but couldn’t form the words through your moans and sobs. 

you didn’t think he’d understand, but by the innocent, curious, desperate tone in the moan you choked —  he did. 

“i’m yours baby, of course i’m fucking yours, ‘m all yours,” eddie heaved buried in your neck, his hand twisted in your hair to rest your head on his shoulder. 

you were bent in odd angles that nobody has ever put you in before, no one had even bothered to take you out of doggy style. not to mention that he was recording every minute of it, not even knowing how his phone hadn’t died yet. 

but this was intoxicating. you were addicted and couldn’t get off of him, even if you tried. 

you were desperate. but you were only desperate for him. and through each moan he coaxed out of you, forced out of you by the abruptness of his thrusts — he knew. 

“‘m gonna cum, eddie, gonna cum for you,” you whined at the ceiling, your eyes dropping with every frantic thrust his hips provided. it was too much, everything was too much. 

before eddie could even speak, he dropped the phone on the mattress and let go of your hair, wrapping both arms around your waist and making you sit on his lap practically. he was fucking up into you as your body leaned into his and shook, squirming in his grip as you cried and moaned. 

the pulsing around his cock only made him grunt, letting his forehead hit your shoulder until it perked up again at your words.

“cum inside of me, please, please cum inside,” you begged as you felt his thrusts and rhythm breaking, recognizing the sound of his voice and the moans he was making that he was close. 

eddie panting in the crook of your neck, and you could still feel the sensation of his balls slapping against your cunt until he stilled inside of you. his cock twitched, and you felt heat spread within your pussy, ropes of his release filling you.

the full sensation was overwhelming, so much that your legs started to tingle again as you could start to feel the tip of his cock nudging you inside. 

you were full of him, all of him and he sank his teeth into the arch of your neck as if he were a vampire, biting down until his hips stopped the stutter. 

“mmmmm,” you hummed, letting your body slump against his. you were still half dressed, the pink silk still at your waist and you were praying that the fake dried blood on your body didn’t get on the sheets. 

your eyes fluttered closer, sulking in the warmth of his arms as the breathing between you two began to regulate. but eddie needed to get you in his bed as soon as possible. though he really loved the sex, his second favorite was having you curled into his body while he held you tight. 

“mm-mm, no, you gotta get up and get dressed so we can go back to mine,” he said as he finally pulled out of you, bending you over again to have you face down and supporting yourself on your knees.

“eddie, wait,” you budged, thinking he was going in for another round. he’d have plenty of time as your boyfriend to go rounds, just not tonight.

“hold on babe, i have to get the money shot,” he said in a lighthearted tone, fully serious and grabbing the phone to quickly open the camera again and take a video up close of your hole pushing out most of what he released inside of you. you squirmed and whined as the cool air hit your wetness, but he enjoyed it even more. 

“fuck me,” he said in a breath as he held your ass open, and let out a whistle,

 “so are you really my girlfriend or were you just saying that?” 

[goldenbuckyyy]

BAD THINGS

Summary: You’re the head cheerleader and you fuck Eddie Munson in a bathroom at a Halloween party.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1kish

Warnings: SMUT(!!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, raw sex, cream pie, shameless smut between two 18 year olds (seniors in HS), set in the s4 universe. Anything else? Let me know!!

A/N: Just because I wanted to write a Halloween fic for the spooky season! 🫶🏻🎃Song inspo: “Bad Things” by Jace Everett.

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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Your head hits the glass mirror behind you hard as you grip onto the head in between your thighs, a loud moan crawling out of your throat, and you feel him move away from your core. 

You look down, panting, mouth parted, and feeling high. “Why’d you stop?” You question with a pout. Your body feels hot and euphoric. You don’t want this to end, but you know it’s barely beginning. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, Princess.” He says with a smirk as he proceeds to bite and suck on your right thigh. Leaving bright red marks as he makes his way into your inner thigh, fingers dancing along the fullest part of your hip. 

“This doesn’t change anything,” you stumble out as you let out a gasp when his tongue licks your folds as his baby chocolate brown eyes, rimmed with smugged eyeliner, lock with yours. He’s teasing you, slowly, and he smirks again up at you. 

“Don’t worry, Princess. I know what this is,” he states as he slips another finger into you which causes you to buckle your hips up at him, your hands gripping onto the pale yellow countertops now. 

“Good,” you declare as you close your eyes to allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure he’s making you feel right now. 

His head slips back to your core and his mouth latches onto your wet area. His fingers slipping in and out of you so easily from how drenched you are. His lips wrapping over your clit so sensitively and passionately. He sucks your clit in between his lips, which causes your legs to convulse around him from the electricity that rushes through you, and his free hand clenches your thigh to hold you down. 

“Oh my god,” you cry out over the loud music outside the bathroom door. You truthfully can’t believe you’re doing this right now. 

With Eddie fucking Munson. 

But fuck, you’d be lying if you said you never thought about what he’d look like in between your thighs or about how you imagined what his curls would feel like in between your fingers. 

And now you know exactly how it feels. 

“Holy shit,” you sputter out as you feel your lower belly starting to build up with your impending pleasure. You look down to watch his head bobble in between your thighs, your red dress bundled up on your hips, breasts exposed with your nipples hard against the cold air, and you watch him as you feel your orgasm nearing. 

Moans fall out from your lips, your hands moving to intertwine into his curls, tugging gently, reveling in pride when he moans against your core, and your hips start moving against his mouth. 

His fingers speed up in you, which makes your thighs clench harder around him, trying to catch your orgasm, and once it does… you let out the loudest moan of the night. Head tilting back, ears ringing, hitting the mirror loudly, fingers pulling his hair, and your entire body is shaking with pleasure. 

Your orgasm overtakes your body and he can only admire you as he sucks on your clit, still moving his fingers in and out of your tight pussy.  

Once you come down from your orgasm and your vision isn't blurry anymore, you fall limp against the mirror. Your loud panting fills the room as Eddie pulls away from your core, fingers slipping out of you, and he keeps eye contact with you as he sucks them dry. 

He licks them casually as if this isn’t the first time he’s done this with you and it drives you mad. 

You bite your lip at the sight, smiling slightly, and rest your hands against your chest. You reach over to him to thumb over the witness you left on his chin and suck your thumb into your mouth with a moan. 

“Fuck, you’re hot.” 

He’s smirking at you, full of pride at how hard he made you cum, and his eyes take in your naked body in front of him. 

“Like what you see?” You tease as you spread your legs wide open, feeling the cold chill run over you, and you tap your fingernails on the counter top when he gets distracted by your actions. 

He looks away from your core, palming himself over his jeans, and meets your eyes once more. 

“Fuck yeah. The head cheerleader spread wide open in front of me? Only for me? Fuck yeah, I do.” 

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so beautiful. He’s been with other girls, of course he has, he isn’t some innocent virgin. But fuck him if he says he doesn’t feel like one right now. 

He watches your pretty legs spread wide open, your fishnet thighs ripped open around your core from when he ripped them apart earlier, small tiny red bites spread over your soft thighs from his mouth, your exposed breasts in all your glory, your perky nipples hard, and the silk dress he had hastily pilled down and up is now resting against your hips. 

Your long red nails are tapping against the countertop as you watch him watching you, but he only looks mesmerized. His eyes take in the features of your face as if it’s the first time he’s really looking at you. Your pouty red tinted covered lips are smeared because of the make out session earlier, your cheeks are flushed, and your long hair is falling down your back. Your horns are still intact on top of your head and Eddie swears you’re the prettiest devil he’s ever seen. 

His eyes go back down to your pussy and he almost moans out loud when he sees her. Your pretty pussy spread out from him, waiting for him to do something, and he feels his hard cock pulsating from underneath his jeans. He wonders if he’ll remember this moment forever. He tries to imprint this picture in his memory. 

Suddenly, he feels your leg against his naked chest right next to his spider tattoo. His shirt has been discarded on the floor since you both entered the bathroom, he feels your bright red heel sink into his skin, and he hisses from the feeling. 

He smirks at you when your eyes meet his, he gently cups your ankle in his hand, pulls your leg up to kiss your calf, and you smirk back at him. 

“Come on, Munson. I don’t have all night,” you joke as you reach for his belt to unclasp it. 

He lets you, pushes his hips towards you for easy access as you jerk off his belt, tossing it to the floor, and unbuttoning his black jeans. You bite your bottom lip as you unzip them, leaning over the counter to pull them down in a swift motion. Taking his boxers down as well. 

His thick cock bounces up and down from the fast movement. Your eyes go wide when you finally see him, you look up at him, and he’s already smiling cockily. 

“Good enough?”

“Depends if you know how to use it,” you reply with a teasing tone in your voice and he raises his eyebrow in a challenge. 

Both of his hands grip your thighs, his pretty eyes lock with yours, and you lick your lips as you give him a drunk wink. 

He shakes his head with a chuckle and slowly starts tugging off his jeans with his feet, tossing them to the side. You lean back down towards the mirror, your pussy pulsating with anticipation, and pure desperation. You stare at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of him, and his tip is already leaking with precum. 

Eddie moves himself to your center, his big hands still on your thighs, and he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He doesn’t even have to hold himself steady from how hard he is. 

Your thighs spread easily for him as the tip of his cock moves up and down your folds, soaking up your wetness, soft moans escaping your sweet lips, and his fingers run up and down your thighs. 

“You want me?” He asks you in a whisper. Almost sounding insecure. Your hands immediately going to his neck, pulling him down to your eye level, and his eyes meet yours instantly. 

You nod at him, kissing his pouty lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you reach down to wrap your fingers around his length, and Eddie almost convulses when he feels your hand wrapped around him. 

He moans loudly into your mouth which only allows you to deepen the kiss as you rub his cock in between your folds again. Eddie almost feels as if he’s going to explode as his cock is rubbing against your hot, deliciously warm pussy. Waiting for him. Aching for him. 

You center him into your opening, adjusting your hips to his, and once Eddie feels your opening against his cock, he pushes into you. 

As he pushes into your tight hole, you feel yourself stretching around him. Your pussy to accommodate his size. Your hands are trying to grasp onto every part of his skin, trying to feel closer to him, and he’s doing the same. 

You both moan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed, tongues dancing together, and he bottoms out inside your drenched pussy. 

You’re both panting loudly now, your tight walls clenching around his thick cock, and Eddie grips onto your waist to hold you steady as your hips try to move against him. 

“Easy, Princess.” He whispers into you as he pulls away from your lips, leaving you wanting more of his mouth. 

Eddie feels as if he could cum right then and there from how heavenly you pussy feels around him. He can feel you throbbing and he groans out loud. 

“You okay?” He croaks out as you nod rapidly, wanting him to move inside of you already. 

He slowly moves, feeling you out, and bites his bottom lip as you clench around him. 

“Fuck,” he mutters out, sweat coating the back of his neck as he tries not to cum, and his hands tighten on your hips. The feeling of being inside you is almost indescribable to him. The best pussy he’s ever had. 

His hips slowly start to move in and out of you, your fingertips digging into his forearms, and your head is tilted back in pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking tight. You feel so fucking warm around my dick,” he whispers to you as he continues to thrust, “H-hooolyyy s-shit,” his speed increasing, head tilting back as he bites his lips, and your pussy is taking him so good. So fucking good. It makes him feel as if he’s in heaven. This can’t be real. 

Your whines increase at the same speed as his thrusts. Your head repeatedly hits the mirror, but you can’t even allow yourself to care right now. 

Because you’re finally getting fucked by Eddie Munson. 

Your hands reach to hold onto his shoulders as he fucks your pussy in a rapid pace, his hips moving against yours roughly, and your hips moving with him to allow him to go in deeper. 

His curls are falling down over his face, his lips are formed into a smirk as he watches you fall apart underneath him, and he fumbles out praises. 

“You’re so fucking sexy.” 

“Head cheerleader with the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

“You’re taking me so fucking good.”

He reaches down to lick and suck each of your nipples which makes your skin erupt into goosebumps. Your abdomen tightening once again as you start feeling the familiar feeling of your orgasm. 

He kisses you quickly before he pulls away again, leaving your lips reaching out to him, and he moves one of his hands towards your core. 

His thumb finds your swollen clit and puts gentle pressure against it. You cry out at the feeling, your breasts bouncing against your chest as his thrusts increase, and his thumb only follows the pace. 

You adjust your hips once more, wrapping your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his back, and pulling him into you. 

His movements don’t falter at the change of position, he only continues to pleasure you, and you push yourself up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. You bring his face towards you and roughly kiss his open mouth. 

He moans into you as his free hand grips onto the curve of your back. One of your hands is behind his neck and the other wrapped around his shoulders. Open mouth kissing, tongues playing together, and both panting loudly. Your lips feel swollen against his, but you can’t even manage to stop. 

Your body starts shaking slightly from your impending orgasm and it’s as if Eddie already knows your body so well. He doesn’t stop his rhythm, his thrusts still hitting you deep and filling you up so good. 

He pulls away from your lips, his hand moves from your lower back, and he grips your chin in his palm. You’re feeling drunk on his dick and you know you must look it because he groans when your eyes meet his own. 

He looks absolutely fucked. 

But then suddenly, he slips two of his fingers into your mouth. You instantly react by moaning loudly and sucking his digits. 

Then his thumb increases speed slightly against your clit which triggers your orgasm. 

Your legs tighten around his waist, pussy clenching against his cock, and your mouth falling wide open with a withering pleasure filled scream. Your legs are shaking around him as he follows your release. 

Loud slick noises fill the room with your yell, his loud groan of release falling into the sound, and his cock twitches inside of you. You can feel him coating the inside of your walls with his warm cum. Filling you up to the brim. 

Your body melts into his as you relax from your incredible orgasm and his thrusts start slowing down, his cock slowly softening inside of you, and his fingers slip out of your mouth. 

His hand eases itself behind your neck and his lips are against yours. He kisses you softly which makes your insides melt. You feel heat in the pit of your stomach. 

The way he’s kissing you feels the way a man would kiss his lover. Not a random secret hookup at a Halloween party. But you can’t help it. You match his pace and reciprocate the kiss with softness. His wet lips move against yours. One of his hands is gripping your neck, but he isn’t rough or hard. Only soft. 

His other hand cups your face to hold you close and you almost feel like you might burst right then and there from how intimate this feels. 

Your hands reach out for the closest piece of his skin and you land on his waist. Touching his skin with your fingertips, you feel him break out into goosebumps, and he chuckles into your kiss. 

You pull away with a giggle, you slap his chest lightly, “Why are you laughing?” 

You swear you can see a twinkle in his eyes as he watches you, biting his lower lip, his eyes taking you in, cheeks flushes, hair a mess, and he starts reaching for some toilet paper. 

“Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all,” his husky voice filling the loud room with ease. 

It’s quiet as you both clean up after he hands you some toilet paper. You scavenge the drawers for wipes and smile triumphantly when you find them, giving Eddie a big grin, and he only follows your giggles. 

You suddenly feel shy as you both clean up next to each other. You feel your cheeks flushing. You adjust your dress back into its rightful position, fixing your breasts, and getting confused as to where your red thong had landed. 

You peer down to the floor, into the corner of the toilet, and huff when you can’t find them. 

You watch Eddie from the corner of your eyes, he’s zipping up his jeans, and smirking down at you. 

You turn to look at him, raising your eyebrows, and smacking teeth together. “Do you have them?“ 

He licks his lips, “Have what, sweetheart?” He teases. 

You roll your eyes, turning back into the mirror to fix your hair, but keeping your eyes on him. Watching him as he shoves his hand into his back pocket and pulls out your tiny thong that honestly barely even covers anything but you still wanted to be a little modest. 

He holds your thong by the string on his index finger, “S’this what you’re looking for?” 

You try to be fast and snach it away from him, but he’s too quick for you. 

He immediately puts the thong in his fist behind his back as you shove your entire weight into him. 

You push him against the wooden walls loudly and he laughs loudly, his head hitting the back wall, and he shakes his head as you demand he hands them to you. 

“Finders keepers, Princess.” He says as his thumb is on your chin with a loose grip, he winks at you, and kisses your lips in a peck. 

You stand there with your mouth agape because you can’t believe he’s actually stealing your panties. 

He shoves on his ripped up t-shirt and jean jacket, ruffling his hair in the mirror, and wiping away the excess of your lipstick on his face. 

“Can’t let anybody be suspicious, right?” 

“Right,” you breathe out. You feel memorized right now. Not knowing what to say or do at this moment. It feels almost surreal. 

He kisses you again and you almost buckle, knees feeling weak when his hands grip your waist, and then he pulls away before you can deepen the kiss. 

You whine slightly at the loss of contact and you hear him open the door behind him, you watch him carefully as you fix the hem of your dress, and before he walks away.. he looks at you again. 

“We should do this again,” he says over the loud music blasting fully now behind him as he locks eyes with you. You can see a few people in the hallways trying not to look at you guys. 

“In your dreams,” you automatically reply to him. Your mouth working before your brain. 

He smirks at your comment as he lets his eyes travel down your body one more time. 

You want to kiss him again. 

“I’ll see you in them, sweetheart.” 

And with that he turns on his boots and closes the door behind him. 

You take a minute to calm down and wrap your mind around what just happened. 

A small giggle bursts out of your lips, your hand immediately flying to cover it, and you break out into a cheesy grin. 

You back up into the wall, butterflies erupting in your belly, and you look up at the ceiling with a smile. 

“Holy fucking shit.” 

[luveline]

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"Relax," Steve pleads.

You take another shallow breath and look at him through your lashes, trying not to show how fucking tightly wound you are even though he clearly knows.

"I'm okay," you say.

Steve's hand traces a maddening path, knuckles dragging up the valley of your chest to your neck, fingers stretching out as he cups your throat very, very gently, thumb along the right side of your jaw and index finger the left.

Any other time you'd be putty in his hands. His touches, his hand against your windpipe, it would've sent you into a tizzy.

Too bad you're already in a tizzy. Steve's hand, his other, dominant hand, pushes against the fabric of your dark tights, fingers stuffed snugly into your tight cunt. Your breath hitches as he spreads them wide, a familiar and numbing feeling.

Your grasp on his muscled bicep slackens as he curves them inward, two thick fingers prodding at your swollen soft spot again and again. You tighten around him and he groans right there into your neck, hair damp with sweat as it tickles your face.

"Fuck. You alright?"

"Faster," you whisper.

"Whatever you want, pretty girl."

You keen as his rhythm recalibrates and the pad of his thumb pushes into your clit, practiced circles drawn into the sensitive skin over and over and over. Each full turn has you limp. Steve has to abandon your neck entirely to keep you upright, holding your back away from the shelves behind you.

"Easy," he says, mouth hot and open as he searches for that little slice of skin under your ear that's gonna make you cry. He kisses you in time with his thrusts, lips a gentle brush compared to the thud-thud-thud of his index and pinky finger slapping into your sticky cunt. "Easy, baby."

The sound of his voice is a tether if nothing else, a reminder to calm down and keep quiet. You nibble your lip raw as the tightness in your core coils. Like he can tell —like he knows from the feel of you on his fingers alone — his thrusting slows. Turns gentle. He presses his hand flat to your skin whilst the other pulls you in, pushing you down onto his stilled fingers enough to make you whimper.

He pauses his hickeying to check your face.

Held tight to his chest like this in the near-dark with only your upturned phone to light his face, he has the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. His lips are pink with blood bitten to the surface and slick with spit, so so soft that you can't help but lean down.

He pulls his wet hand from your cunt and presses it to your hip, holding you steady as he lifts his chin for a kiss. He's receptive — it's like you're in sync. You wade and he ebbs, breath hot and mismatched and ragged.

"You're okay," he says. A firm sterness. "Tell me."

He doesn't mean, Tell me you're okay. He means, Tell me how you feel. Tell me if this is too much for you.

Tell me if it's not enough.

You rub your thighs together as you pull down your tights, nylon at your knees as you guide Steve's hand back to your cunt.

"Please, Stevie," you say under your breath, chest heaving so hard it kisses his black polo. "Need you."

Your breathlessness has Steve's pupils turned to dimes.

He pulls you back toward him and kisses your neck ardently, forcing your head up and back so you can't see his wandering hands. One eases under the material of your shirt to spread wide across your lower back, hot as the heart of a star, and the other falls to his zipper. Your heart pounds with how much you want him, and it skips with every sound. The metallic shuddering of a zipper being pulled down, the light plink of his elastic waistband.

His teeth scrape your skin as he encourages your panties down to join your tights, the fabric ruined by his ministrations already. He gives your neck two quick kisses like apologies and then pulls away, his face shining with perspiration.

He spits into his hand. "Sorry," he says, eyes travelling down. You follow.

"S'hardly-" You gasp at his fingers against your slit, gaze thrown to the ceiling on impulse. "Hardly the worst thing I've seen you do, Stevie. Can you-" You hiss at the sudden return of his fingers, not hurt in any capacity but definitely not expecting it as he works you open. "Oh my god."

"Can I what, sweetheart?" he asks.

You pant. There's no other word for it, your lips part into a small 'o' and you struggle to catch your breath as he fills you up to the last knuckle.

It's a necessary step. Steve's shoulders aren't the only wide thing about him.

"Princess."

You come back into yourself. "Fuck," you say, desperate in the worst way when you see the way he's pumping his cock. Erratic, no rhyme or reason, mushroom tip leaking pearly precum. He slides his fingers up the shaft and pinches it between his fingers.

It ribbons as they come apart, as he strokes down his length and squeezes the heavy sack hidden at the base by a thicket of dark curls.

Impatient, you think. But no, not impatient.

Waiting for you.

"Fuck me," you say weakly. "Please."

"Come here."

Come here. How much closer can you get? Steve leans back and his arm wraps around your back as he pulls you up, forcing you on tiptoes. There's a mess of slick and fabrics between you, the two of you uncoordinated in your hurry, and he yanks your skirt out of the way so hard you hear the stitching stretch.

"There you go," he murmurs, hand guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, a sobbing wetness creeping down the inside of your thigh. He wipes it like he can read your mind, and then your clinging to him as you sink down. "Fuck, there you are. Good girl." His eyes shutter closed. His breath trembles. "Good fucking girl."

Your turn for kisses. You wrap you arms around his neck likely too tightly, a hand scraping back his pretty silky hair so you have a clear view of the side of his throat. You kiss him much nicer than he'd kissed you, attemps to hickey him all dismantled as he rocks you down onto his cock.

"Baby," he says, he praises, hand grabbing at your thigh to hold it up against his hip. You groan as he pulls out enough to fuck back in, doubly when he ruts his hips up and fills you completely.

An ache spreads all the way to your hips. Steve gives pause, kisses the side of your face, whatever skin he can reach as you hiccup into his neck. "Ah- Ah- Steve."

Wiry curls rub against your clit as he starts to move, slow, tentative movements.

"Harder," you mouth against his neck. "It's okay. I'm not gonna break." You're surprised he can hear you.

"I'm not trying to break you." His attempt at whispering is lackluster, voice heady with lust. "M'trying to make you feel good."

"I feel good," you reassure. You're all beggy and you know Steve can't withstand it, not while he's fucking into your heat like he is, not with your mix of slick on his hands.

His pace hastens after that. His arms grow tight around you as his cock kisses your sweet spot, pleasure heightened by the chesty sound of his breathing in your ear. You can't do much beside hang onto him, lips closing urgently over his skin until it burns with bruises. You're wet enough that every thrust is easy and loud, the closet you've found yourself in a vestibule of sex. You moan into his skin pleadingly, no clue what you're asking for as he fucks you dizzy.

Steve can't keep quiet either. His high approaches, his breathing wavers, his rugged panting suddenly coloured with a deep groan. You shiver at the sound, amazed at how close his moans sound to his laugh.

"Fuck-" he says, pained. "Fuck, baby- shit- so fucking wet." Too far gone to tease or mock you, Steve's fallen straight to praise. "Always so wet, pretty thing. Pretty cunt fucking sobbing on me."

It's like he's telling you a secret, the way he confesses.

His pace loosens. Sporadic, your hip aches as he pulls your leg higher and fucks into whatever new depth he can find.

You card your hand into his hair and tug gently.

His breathing hitches and you tug again, startled but not quite surprised as he whines. "Shit, shit, where can I-"

"Inside," you say immediately, "it's okay."

He groans as he cums, each sound loud and intoxicating, cock sliding up into your gummy walls until he's spent and panting into your hair, arms clinging to you as you'd been to him. He stays inside and you try not to move, knowing he's too sensitive.

"Steve," you whisper eventually, "leg's hurting."

He helps you get your foot on the floor, wincing at the shift but quickly recovering. His eyes light up and he smiles sweet as anything, chest rising like he's just run a mile.

"Baby," he says, always like it's more a praise than a pet name. His hands rub up your back soothingly. "Got you all twisted up, huh? I'm sorry," and he means it, kissing your jawline gently. "Sorry," he repeats, lips skipping over you skin. "How about you turn around for me, okay? No more gymnastics. Take care of my girl."

You nod speechlessly and Steve turns you around, the heat and wet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh.

"Hold your skirt up for me, okay?" He chuckles, a laugh all to himself. "There you go. Thank you."

Steve pushes in and drags your hips up against his own, hand wrapping around your lap to rub over the bump of your cunt. Mess is everywhere and his fingers fight for purchase, three hot fingertips to your clit.

"Make some more mess," he murmurs, shifting his hips slow in time with his circles as he warms up again. You mewl as the speed increases and he gets a little deeper, circles timed with his thrusts, bringing your hand to his yo make him go faster. You're pleased to tears when he understands and fucks in as deep as he can. Tight tight circles and quick thrusts.

You bounce against his hips and it doesn't take much for you to cum, your breath hiked and panicked as the coil snaps. Steve murmurs encouragements, fucks you just that little bit longer to keep it going. You moan his name without thinking, a teary-eyed gasp that has him covering your mouth.

"Shhh, baby... Fuck. Best feeling in the world," Steve says quietly into your ear, almost indecipherable over the sound of you fighting for air. His hands squeeze and relax in time with your tightening cunt. Air hisses from between his teeth and tickles your neck.

He waits for you to catch your breath before he pulls out, the both of you sticky and sweaty and aching. He guides you into his side and gives his softening cock a few sadistic tugs.

You reach across yourself to tuck him back into his pants. He pulls your panties and tights up in turn. You stare at each other, and then you burst into contagious giggles.

"Think it's obvious?" Steve asks, fingers braceleting your wrists so he can wipe your wet palms down the front of his shirt before he zips up his jacket.

It's definitely obvious. You both look like sex, and now you're done the sounds from outside seem quieter than before.

You shift from foot to foot, thighs sliding against each other.

"I'm slimy," you complain good-naturedly. It would take a freight train of problems to dampen your happiness.

He brings your damp hands to his mouth and kisses your curled fingers.

"Sorry," he says to each one. "It's my fault. Couldn't wait."

Your legs tremble, your knees are weak. You feel languid and glowing as you hide your face into his neck, completely in love with how swiftly his lean arms needle over your shoulders. One hand behind your head, one between your shoulders. Protective.

"Should be," you mumble, your smile audible.

"I'll make it up to you."

"Not in this closet, you won't."

[hippiegoth97]

Coming Soon! Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson x Reader The Crow AU Story!

"People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right."

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Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson The Crow AU

Description: You and Eddie had a good life together in Hawkins. You were a kickass librarian who donned nearly nothing but leather, and Eddie was a kind-hearted mentor to the next generation of the Hellfire Club. Everything was perfect. Your life, your job, your relationship. It was like a fairytale. Until one fateful night, just before Halloween, the town's small-minded religious hysteria got the best of itself. In the throes of Satanic Panic in the early nineties, everyone was convinced the Devil was out to get them. And their children. Unsubstantiated claims of ritual abuse brought four former bullies to your doorstep, to appoint you and Eddie as the town's scapegoats. After hours of unsuccessful torture, your assailants finish the job, leaving Chief Hopper to pick up the pieces as the rest of the town turns a blind eye to this crime. Exactly one year later, an opportunity to exact well-deserved revenge presents itself in a most unexpected way. Back from the dead, you're ready to avenge the only man who managed to capture your heart. And you plan to have a damn good bloody time doing it...

Warnings/Notes (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI): This story takes place in the 1990s, in an AU where none of the events relating to the upside-down occur. There will be intense swearing, violence, weapons, gore, blood, character death, assault/sexual assault, torture, etc in this story. BE WARNED. Other warnings include: fem!reader, mentions of smut, smoking, drug/alcohol use, murder, mentions of abuse. (If I miss anything here I will label each part when posted.)

Posting Schedule: Part 1: Oct. 2 / Part 2: Oct. 9 / Part 3: Oct. 16 / Part 4: Oct 23 [Possible Smut Bonus: Oct. 30]

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Halloween Refuge – Henry Creel x Reader (Contains Smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Henry Creel (001) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s Halloween when a young, wounded man appears at your door. How can you refuse him.. anything?

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, mention of blood, orderly Henry Creel.

Halloween Refuge

The flickering glow of the television bathed the dimly lit room, casting eerie shadows on the walls as you snuggled under your favorite soft blanket. The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the air, a warm contrast to the chilly Halloween night. You sipped your hot cocoa, letting it warm you from the inside out while classic horror films played in the background.

"Trick or treat!" you heard from outside your door, and you paused the movie, setting down your drink before grabbing a handful of candy. Opening the door with a smile, you greeted the group of costumed children who shrieked with delight at the sight of the sweets being dropped into their bags. Their giggles echoed through the crisp autumn air as they scurried away, leaving you to retreat back into your cozy sanctuary.

You had just settled back onto the couch when the doorbell rang again. A small sigh escaped your lips – another interruption. But it's Halloween, you reminded yourself. With a quick stretch, you stood and headed for the door. As it swung open, you were met by an unexpected sight. A tall young man stood in front of you, his clothes a bright white in the light of the candles and lanterns. Blonde hair glistened like gold in that very same light, and pale blue eyes settled pleadingly upon you. He looked lost and vulnerable.

"Can I help you?" you asked cautiously, eyes drawn to the splatters of blood staining the once pristine fabric. For a moment, you thought it was just an elaborate Halloween costume, but something in his pale blue eyes told you otherwise.

"Please," he breathed out, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need shelter."

Shelter from what, you wondered. Who was he running away from?

Pity welled up inside you, and despite the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right, you stepped aside, allowing him into your home. He looked so helpless, so broken; you couldn't just turn him away.

"Thank you," he murmured, stepping inside and glancing around the room with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, your concern growing as you studied his bloodied attire. "Do you need me to call someone?"

"No," he replied quickly, a hint of panic in his voice. "I just... I need to rest."

"All right," you agreed, though still uneasy. The blood on his clothes indicated that something serious had happened, possibly something bad. But you also knew that not everyone who got into a fight wanted to have the police involved.

You led him to the couch, gesturing for him to sit down. As he did so, you couldn't help but take in his features: high cheekbones, luscious blonde hair that fell past his ears, and those captivating pale blue eyes that seemed to hold an untold story.

"Is there anything I can get you?" you inquired, watching him carefully.

"Water would be nice," he answered, attempting a weak smile.

"Of course," you said, heading to the kitchen. As you filled a glass with water, your mind raced with questions and concerns. Who was this man, and what had led him to your doorstep?

Did it matter? You returned to his side to find him sitting in the same position you had left him in. His eyes rested calmly upon you and a small grateful smile curled the corner of his lips. He seemed harmless. Despite being taller than you and quite possibly being capable of overpowering you, even when wounded, you didn’t think he would try and harm you. There was just a very kind vibe about him, something that made you feel you could trust him and want to be near him.

And so you sat down on the couch next to him, leaving a safe distance between you two, and watched him sip the water, your heart pounding in your chest. His left ear seemed to be bleeding and there definitely was a gash on his head. A million questions swam through your head, but you hesitated to ask any of them.

"Are you sure I shouldn't call 911?" you asked gently. "I don't want you to be in pain."

He shook his head, his pale blue eyes locking onto yours. "No, please don't. I just need some rest."

"All right," you murmured, not entirely convinced. "What's your name?"

"Henry," he replied, that weak smile returning to his lips.

“Henry,” you repeated his name, tasting it on your lips. A weird fuzzy feeling bubbled up inside the pit of your stomach, making your core feel hot and cold at the same time. “Well, Henry, it seems I’ll be letting you rest here for a little while. Is there anything I can get you before I let you rest?”

Henry’s blue eyes seemed to darken as he weakly reached out a hand to you. “Actually,” he murmured, “there is.”

Over the next hour, you made him as comfortable as possible, bringing him a warm blanket and some painkillers. Instead of retreating to your room, Henry engaged in a pleasant and gentle conversation with you, allowing you the time to stand up and hand candy to the kids whenever the doorbell rang. And each time you returned to his side he’d be waiting for you, a gentle smile on his lips.

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily between you, touching on everything from favorite films to childhood memories. You couldn't help but become entranced by the mysterious man who had appeared on your doorstep.

As the evening wore on, the air between you grew thick with unspoken desire. Henry, despite his injuries, managed to sit up and reach out to gently caress your cheek. Your breath hitched, your body responding to his touch. His fingers felt like warm silk against your skin, igniting a fire within you.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered, his voice soft as velvet.

"Yes," you breathed, leaning in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was tender, yet hungry, fueling the growing need inside you.

You felt his hands on your sweater, slowly lifting it off your body. You allowed him to undress you, feeling a thrill at being so exposed to someone you barely knew. But there was something about Henry that drew you in, a magnetic pull you couldn't resist.

As his own clothes joined yours on the floor, you marveled at the intimacy that had blossomed between you in such a short time. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by fate and undeniable attraction.

Your body, now bare before him, seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Henry's pale blue eyes raked over you, admiration and desire clear in their depths. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

"Careful," you whispered, pushing him back gently onto the couch, mindful of his injuries. "You need to rest."

He didn't protest as you straddled his lap, settling yourself against the heat of his body. You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his jawline, down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin beneath your lips. The moment was tender, romantic, filled with a connection that transcended the physical. You didn’t know attraction could be so strong, so magnetic. But all you knew was that you craved him, needed this, wanted this to happen.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice laced with vulnerability.

"Absolutely," you replied, your conviction evident. To show how determined you were, you slowly moved your hips over his, gently taking the tip of him in your tight heat. Henry’s eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips. With a moan of your own, you started to roll your hips against his, taking him in deeper and creating a slow, steady rhythm.

He liked it, you could tell, because when your eyes met you saw the spark of joy in his. Encouraged by the lust in his eyes, you became a little bolder, moving your hips a little higher, thrust down a little harder.

Your lips sought out his and captured them once more. He welcomed the kiss, even deepened it, while his hands reverently traced down your body, exploring each piece of unclad skin. His fingertips traced patterns with featherlight touches and at that moment you knew how it felt to be worshipped.

Once the kiss broke in favor of catching your breath, Henry’s head dipped and his lips sought lower down your chest until they brushed lightly past your nipples. With a gasp  - from your lips – he sucked one of them between his lips, hollowing his cheeks as he started to pleasure you. Your thrusts became erratic as your walls pulsed around him with each suck. What was he doing to you? This was absolute bliss. Throwing your head back, you rode him as deep and as passionate as your body allowed you.

It was perfect. All of him was perfect. Until-

Henry’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you down his shaft with a rough thrust that made you open your eyes in shock. You’d lost control. He took the lead now. You knew it the moment he started to guide you harshly up and down his cock, sinful wet sounds accompanying the action. His initial thrusts were harsh, almost painful, but you bit back any complaints. This was what you wanted. He must be close, you reasoned. And so your lips parted in a silent gasp.

His fingers dug into your hips in an almost painful grip, certain to leave marks. You tried to move your hips away and alleviate the pain, but Henry wouldn’t let you. And when you glanced down at him to tell him to be gentler, you saw the way his eyes had rolled back in pleasure and how he had gritted his teeth.

You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t want anything else but to see him like this. Lost in absolute pleasure.

He struck too deep for comfort, his cockhead battering your cervix with a passion that was unparalleled to anything you’d ever felt before in your entire life. Low groans tumbled from his lips as he forced your hips to move and take him in deep and deeper, until the battering made you gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he hit a delicious spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your eyes close in ecstasy.

Liquid gushed forth, slipping down his cock and slickening your core, allowing sopping wet sounds to reach your ears with each and every thrust. His grip had become possessive, almost aggressive, as if he sought to claim you entirely. He hit that spot inside of you again and again. It made you gasp, your orgasm building like a tidal wave.

"Please...," you managed to choke out between moans, unable to articulate more than that single word. Your hands clawed at him and pulled him closer. More, your mind repeated. More, more, more.

So close, so very close.

Henry didn't relent, didn't pause to ask if you were okay. Instead, he continued to pump into you, even as your walls clamped down tightly, even as his thrusts became erratic, even as you felt your orgasm wash over you. And then it was done.

He came, filling you with his essence while his hands held you firmly in place, keeping you from squirming away. A part of you screamed in protest, wanting to push him away, to reclaim your autonomy. But another part of you – perhaps the darker, more primal side – reveled in the intensity, the rawness of it all. And so you swallowed your complaints, allowed yourself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure and the pain.

Henry moved again, deep but slow thrusts, his cockhead pushing against your womb’s entrance as if he wanted to get in. It felt good. Even as both of you seemed to come down from your bliss, it felt good to have him rocking gently into you, so deep that it felt as if your bodies could melt and become one.

Finally, as your body relaxed again, leaving you breathless and shaking, Henry's body stilled. He held you close, his breath hot against your neck, his heart pounding in time with yours.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice gentle once more, concern lacing his words.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Yes," you whispered, though you couldn't quite shake the lingering doubts that clung to the edges of your mind. “Yes, I’m fine,” you assured him, slowly sitting up and flashing a careful smile.

Henry’s concerned eyes met yours, but upon seeing your smile, he mirrored it with one of his own. He hugged you against him and placed a kiss on the top of your head, all the gentleman once more. You blinked at his tenderness, at his need for comfort and touch. Had he truly been so rough with you only moments before? Had that side of him been real, or had it just been your imagination?

He slipped out of you and a wet, sticky glob ran down your legs. He paid no attention to it, so neither did you. Instead, you decided to keep your eyes focused on him, to see him smile his gentle smile.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing a tender path along your arm.

"Y-yeah," you replied hesitantly, still trying to reconcile the two very different sides of him.

With lingering touches and soft smiles, you both began to get dressed. It was weird how natural it felt to touch Henry, or to have his hands on you. Small talk flowed between the two of you and your laughter filled the room as you shared stories and jokes, trying to reclaim the sweet intimacy you had felt before.

"Stay here tonight?" you offered when your clothes were back on, gesturing towards the couch. "It's late, and I don't want you wandering around injured."

"Thank you," he said, the warmth in his voice melting your heart. "I would appreciate that."

"Let me make you some dinner too," you added, not wanting him to go hungry after everything he'd been through.

As you turned to head towards the kitchen, you caught Henry's gaze lingering on your stomach, an ominous look in his eyes. It was as if he knew you were worried about the consequences of your heated encounter. Shaking away those thoughts, you busied yourself with preparing a meal for the both of you. The evening turned into night, and you and Henry stayed close to each other until he sent you to sleep.

The next morning, you awoke in your own bed, your body feeling the aftermath of the previous night's activities. Stretching, you made your way to the living room. You frowned as you glanced at the empty couch.

Henry was gone.

You looked around the house, not quite believing the young man would have just left without a word like that, but no matter where you looked or how many times you called his name, he was gone.

What else had you expected, you berated yourself silently as you sat down on the couch. The seating was cold. Henry must have been gone a long while now.

With your head in your hands, you sat and contemplated what to do next. Forget him? Forget the entire encounter?

As if to distract you, you switched on the television. A sudden chill ran down your spine as the news popped on.

"Serial killer on the loose, last seen in the area..."

"...escaped from Hawkins lab where he was being held."

The reporter's words sent shockwaves through you. The description of the missing male matched Henry perfectly, right down to the bloodstained white suit.

Blood that wasn’t his own.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the haunting realization settling in. You had unknowingly invited a dangerous man into your home, and now he was out there, somewhere. And you couldn't help but feel an unsettling connection to him that refused to fade away.

~ Fin ~

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[munsonsduchess]

Monster Smash

summary: you meet eddie at a house party and the night takes an unexpected turn warnings: underage drinking, recreational drug use (weed), face sitting, oral (f receiving), semi public sex (eddie and the reader are in a room at a frat house during a party) w/c: 977 a/n: surprise bitch! another halloween fic! honestly with the amount of ghostface content on tiktok these days it was kind of inevitable we'd end up here, i was originally just going to post the other halloween fic but this one wouldn't leave me alone

It was Halloween and you were having the worst time. You didn’t know anyone at this party your roommate had dragged you to, citing that you needed to get out more, the drinks were shit, the music was shit, honestly you were tempted to just sneak out the back door of this frat house and claim you’d met somebody if your roommate asked the next day. 

You sighed and took another drink from your lukewarm beer and pulled at the hem of the black dress you were wearing. Usually you didn’t feel self conscious in the things you picked for yourself but being, less petite, than some of your peers and wearing something your roommate had picked out so you could both wear matching costumes (you got to be the bad witch) in a room full of obnoxious frat bros made you feel slightly … less confident than normal. 

You were about to cut and run when a guy appeared in front of you wearing a Ghostface Costume,

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“The Exorcist, 1973. A masterpiece in horror cinema” you responded without thinking. You hadn’t actually expected anyone to talk to you, after being basically ignored all night

“That’s, yeah that’s a really good pick” the guy pulled his mask off and you found yourself looking into the face of the local weed guy, Eddie Munson. 

Everyone you knew, yourself included, bought their weed from Eddie. His stuff was guaranteed to be the best and not laced with anything it shouldn’t be,

“It’s the line from the homeless guy in the subway ‘can you help an old altar boy father’ and then later on when they’re in Regan’s bedroom and she says the same thing in the same voice. Chills. Literal chills” 

“Such a good movie. They don’t make movies like that anymore, y’know? Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Rosemary’s Baby” 

“Have you seen X? Or Pearl? They have the same kinda vibes but are totally modern movies” 

“I’ve seen X. Massive Texas Chainsaw vibes” 

“Right!” 

You ended up finding a quiet corner with Eddie where the two of you could talk about horror movies for the rest of the evening. You’d honestly never really found anyone who loved horror the way you did so it was amazing to be able to vibe with someone like this. 

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The party raged on into the wee hours and by now both you and Eddie were feeling the effects of the beer and few joints you’d shared. You were feeling pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the attention of an attractive man, even if it wouldn’t go anywhere. 

“It’s so cool that you’re into horror, most people get freaked out or maybe enjoy those like conjuring movies”

“Ugh. The Warrens are the absolute worst, by all accounts they just scam people and then use their stories to write books and make more money” you gestured widely around the room, “how fucked is that?”

“Totally fucked” Eddie agreed 

“You know I almost didn’t come tonight but my roommate kinda forced me to” 

“Remind me to send your roommate a fruit basket or something as thanks then” Eddie said, “cause this is definitely a way better night than I thought it was gonna be”

“It’s so cool to meet a friend tonight” you agreed, “but aren’t you like ‘working’ the party?” 

Eddie laughed and you had to admit you loved the sound. You wondered if he would want to still be friends after the party was over,

“You’re cute. I mean sure it’s great talking like this but honestly, I saw you standing on your own and seriously couldn’t understand why cause just the sight of you in that dress had all the blood in my body run south. I mean, the fact that you’re awesome on top of being drop dead hot is a bonus”

Your brain short circuited for a moment and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing,

“So, you wanna get a room?” 

“Absolutely I do”

Eddie smirked wickedly at you before helping you off the couch and pulling you behind him to the main staircase and along a corridor to an empty room. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

“Sit on my face, come on” Eddie grinned at you, taking one of your hands and pulling you towards the bed. 

You followed the tug and threw one leg over the bed and balanced on your knees. Before you could even try to think about how much weight to bear down you felt Eddie grab your hips and pull you down onto his face forcefully. 

There was no way you could focus on anything but the way Eddie licked into you hungrily. His hands on your hips dug into the flesh there and you threw your head back with the intense feelings, moaning loudly. 

“Oh my god Eddie”

Beneath you Eddie made a muffled noise which you assumed was positive since he didn’t stop what he was doing for even a moment. 

You wondered briefly how he could breathe but the thought left your mind as quickly as it had arrived when Eddie’s nose brushed against your clit and you saw stars. 

Eddie continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm and the aftershocks, the oversensitivity made you want to pull away but Eddie held you firm coaxing yet another orgasm from you until your legs began to shake. Only then did he allow you to pull away and catch your breath,

“Holy shit” you panted, trying to regain some of your self control,

“That’s only the warm up act baby. It’s just you and me and no one is gonna hear you when you scream my name as loud as you want to” 

This was definitely a way better night than you’d thought it would be when your roommate forced you out tonight. 

After all what was Halloween without a few screams?

[oneforthemunny]

a-maze-ing |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: cowboy!eddie takes you to a haunted corn maze.

apart of my spooky stories series!

contains: mainly fluff but alludes to smut at the end. reader being scared but that's about it. nothing graphic or scary, mainly just sweet (and smutty) the way we love our cowboy. you can read all the cowboy!eddie works and lore here.

“Eddie.” 

You hissed, hair whipping in the cold, Indiana air towards him. Eddie snickered, an amused grin pulling at his lips, eyes shining even in the dark of the night. He was hatless tonight, joked that you would knock it off jumping on him and he’d lose it. You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was probably right. 

You rubbed a hand over the fat of your hip where he’d pinched. Fucker knew you were tickilish and nervous- he knew you’d jump. It’s exactly why he did it. 

“Oh, c’mon,” Eddie hummed, hand sliding over yours, pulling you into his chest, swaying with you. “‘M just teasin’.” 

“Well, stop.” You huff, eyes cutting at the people around you. All ages, young and old, loaded up to come walk through the infamous haunted corn maze. You blamed the new Children of the Corn for the newfound obsession that everyone had- well, everyone but you. 

“Are you really that scared?” Eddie frowned, belt buckle digging into your back when he held you tighter to him. “It’s not gonna be that bad.” 

“I don’t like being scared.” You mumbled, your own hands clinging to the forearms that circled you. 

“C’mon, they’re not gonna scare you that bad.” Eddie muttered, lips pressing to the top of your head in a coaxing kiss. “Can’t touch you either, so won’t be that bad. Promise.” 

“Yeah,” You mutter, taking a shuffling step towards the booth to pay. “How do you know they won’t grab me and scare me?” 

“They won’t.” Eddie said surely, hands rubbing over your jacket covered arms. 

“How do you know?” You frowned up at him. “It’s dark in there.” 

“I’ll kick their ass if they touch you,” Eddie shrugged easily, so cool and casual it made your tummy flip with heavy. “How’s that?” 

You bit back a smile, pulling out of his grasp lightly. “Fine.” You sigh, watching the couple before you, excited and jittery, disappear into the maze. “But you have to go first.” 

“Was planning to anyway.” Eddie smirked, fishing his wallet out of his jeans. “Gotta make sure there’s no snakes.” 

“What?” You snapped, louder than you meant to, pulling the attention of the couple behind you. “Snakes? They-They’re gone, right? They, like, hibernate or migrate, right? You’re joking? You’re joking.” You rambled frantically. Suddenly the jump scare actors with fake chainsaws weren’t so scary. 

Eddie snorted lightly, pulling out cash for the tickets. “‘M kiddin’.” He looked at you softly, sliding the bills over to the worker. “But, if there’s a few stragglers, I wore my snake stompin’ boots.” He winked at you, boot bumping your own sneakers. 

“Alright, you’re good to go in. You both enjoy.” The lady smiled, nodding towards the maze. 

Eddie shoved his wallet back in his jeans, his hand grabbing your own clammy one, holding it tightly. “You ready?” He grinned, the thrum of the Halloween creepy soundtracks getting louder and louder. 

“No.” You mutter, nails already digging into his forearm. 

Eddie chuckled, wiggling his arm out of your grip, wrapping around you to pull you into his chest. “I got you.” He muttered, rounding the first dark corner of the corn stalks. 

You barely made it past the first scare, a deranged looking scarecrow jumping out at you with a bloody face before you screeched, launching your face in Eddie’s neck. He laughed, holding you close, far too calm to be experiencing the same thing you were. No jumps or squeals when the “farmer” came at you with the bladeless chainsaw. He didn’t even jump at the end when the final scarecrow, a seemingly normal one on a post, jumped down to chase you around the corner. 

You had screamed, yanking Eddie around the corner with you while he laughed- laughed. A full belly, amused laugh. The same one he gave you when you saw his barn cat, Phoenix, carrying his caught prey of a mouse in his mouth, bringing it proudly to the two of you. Eddie had nearly fallen over, sides in aching stitches when you’d screeched, running from the cat and to the house. It was the same now, pure amusement at your misery. 

“You’re mean.” You huffed, arms crossed at the exit. You had sprinted towards it when you saw the end, not chancing another scarecrow or clown or whatever chasing after you. 

Eddie laughed still, swiping at his eyes. “Oh, baby, that was good, c’mon.” He shook his head, stepping beside you. “C’mon, it was not that scary.” 

“Did we go through the same thing?” You huffed. “That was horrible.” 

“I had a great time.” Eddie smirked, his arm finding its way back to your waist. You shrugged it off, walking ahead. 

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that.” Eddie cooed, you could still hear the smile in his tone. “Baby, it was not that bad.” 

“You’re annoying.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “You laughed at me the whole time.” 

“Can you blame me?” Eddie shrugged. His hand caught your waist, fingers catching through the loop of your jeans to pull you back. “You were screamin’ and hollerin’-” 

You shoved him off you, his hand grabbing back at your waist to keep you in place, pulled into his side. “Hey,” Eddie’s tone dropped, making you shudder in his arms. You’d blame it on the chill of the night. “I’m just teasin’ you, alright? Don’t get fussy with me.” 

“Well, stop.” You pout, Eddie’s hand tightening around your hip, flustered at your little jut in your lip. “It’s not funny to me. I only did this for you, and you’re making fun of me.” 

“I would never.” Eddie said firmly. “You’re just cute, ‘s all.” Your cheeks heat under the cold of the air. Eddie ducks down, pressing a kiss to the icy skin. “You know you are. Cute when you’re scared.” 

“Great.” You mutter, rolling your eyes, but your tone is lighter now. Still clinging to Eddie sweetly. “You only think I’m cute when I’m about to go into cardiac arrest.” 

“No,” Eddie grinned, curls bobbing when he shook his head. His free hand dug in his utility jacket for the truck keys. “Think you’re cute always.” He schmoozed, sweet and silly, it made your head spin. 

Eddie reached for your door, pulling it open for you. “I just like hearin’ you scream.” He rasped, lips nearly to yours when you passed. You flushed, knees buckling when you climbed in. Eddie gave you a half grin, reaching for the Spirits in his pocket. “Think I wanna hear you scream some more. That alright with you, sweet girl?” 

Your head bobbed, eyes glazing with excitement, glowing in the dim light from the Jack-O-Lantern’s that surrounded the field parking. Eddie grinned, tapping out a cigarette. “Good. Wanna see if I can get you real scared. Hear you scream real loud. Maybe they’ll hear it back here, ya think?” Eddie had your legs up in either one of his calloused hands back at his house, pounding you on the porch with such a punishing pace because he knew it would have you clawing at his arms, screaming out for him.

[ashwhowrites]

⚠️all smut. Mentions of knife play, a tiny moment of blood kink, roleplay as killer and victim

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I hope you guys enjoy this random idea I had after seeing these pictures on Pinterest. And this gets you in the spooky and sexy mood for Halloween ;)

Eddie and Y/N were always open to trying each other's kinks. They knew some things they'd have in common and some differences. But they always gave each other a fair shot. Some kinks they had conversations about before starting, and some were spur of the moment. They had their safe words and trusted each other completely.

Eddie was Halloween shopping with Dustin, more of Dustin needed a ride and offered Eddie a twenty. Dustin ran all around, checking out every shelf and aisle. Eddie followed mindlessly behind, scanning the masks and fake weapons. And his eyes caught a certain mask. He reached forward, his fingers tracing the long black eyes, short nose, and open mouth. The white material felt cold along his skin. The black fabric felt thin and airy. He quickly grabbed the small fake knife next to it and headed for the checkout counter.

~~~

Y/N was cleaning the dishes when Eddie walked in, her back to him as he walked up slowly. His heavy boots hit the floor with each step, she smiled as she heard him get close.

"Hey, handsome. Have fun with Dusty?" She asked, her eyes on the plates as she scrubbed. She waited for a response but was met with silence.

"Eds?" She asked, wiping her hands as she turned around. She jumped as he stood right in front of her, wearing a ghost face mask. She laughed at her reaction, pushing his arm.

"You scared the shit out of me!" Her laughter died as he continued to stay silent. He stepped closer, her back against the counter as she looked up at him. She could hear his breathing from behind the mask, his black T-shirt tight on his arms as he moved fast, his right hand around her neck. She shivered at his cold rings, the veins in his arms flexing as he squeezed her neck. Her eyes filled with lust and desire as she took him in.

She slowly caught on when she felt his cock against her thigh.

"Oh no, am I the poor innocent victim?" She teased, covering her mouth as she gasped.

Eddie squeezed her neck again as he nodded. She moaned as he moved his right hand down to her chest. He yanked her tank top down, her bare tits meeting the cold air, he was rough and eager. His right hand squeezed her right breast, then he slowly teased her nipple. He turned his head as he looked down at her, she fought to keep her eyes open as he flicked her nipple before moving to her left breast.

She moved her hands to reach for his jeans, but he moved faster. His hand caught hers, and his grip forced her hands against the counter next to each side of her body. She moaned as he pressed himself against her, her body trapped and held down.

"Careful little one, I didn't say you could touch." He growled from behind the mask. She shivered at the sound of his deep voice, whimpering as she gave up all control. Her bare chest rubbed against his thin shirt when he moved his head down to her neck, she could feel him inhaling her scent.

"Smell so innocent, so pure." The way the mask muffled his voice turned her on even more. She felt herself clenching her thighs as he let her go, standing back and taking her in. He lunged at her quickly, yanking off the rest of her tank top, and threw the material across the room. She didn't move a muscle, letting him use her any way he wanted. He teased down her shorts, a rough slap to her inner thighs when he caught her not wearing underwear. She stood naked as he was fully clothed, making her his prey in so many ways.

He grabbed her arm and twisted her around. Her arm smashed against her own back as he pushed her down. She moaned as her chest hit the cold counter, her ass perched in the air. His grip on her arm was tight, and she knew there wasn't a way for her to move. At his mercy as she was bent over on display for him. His left hand kept her arm against her back, his right hand teased the curve of her spine. His rough hand slammed down on her ass. She gasped at the slap, biting her lip as he rubbed away the sting. She felt her cunt dripping as his cock was pressed against her, his hand slapping her ass over and over. She wouldn't be surprised if his handmark was left behind. The way he was completely silent was driving her insane. Eddie was always so vocal during sex, that he liked to tease and mock her.

Yet he found ways to humiliate her without a sound.

With every crack against her skin, the more she felt her thighs being soaked by her cunt.

She felt his grip release her arm, but she stayed in place. His body moved off of her, and she went to turn her head but he immediately shoved her head against the counter. Her cheek smashed against the cool marble as she gasped.

"Don't move a muscle or I'll slit your pretty little throat." He warned, and she whimpered at his words. His eyes caught the sight of her thighs clenching and her fingers gripping the counter.

He stepped back to unzip his jeans, taking out his cock. He spit on his hand and pumped himself. Taking in the sight of her bent over with his handprint on her ass. He pumped himself a little more.

He stood behind her, his right hand holding his cock as he teased her folds. His tip slipped in and out, and her cunt tried to clench around him. She wanted to push back against him, forcing his cock to slip fully inside of her, but she knew better.

Finally having mercy, he slammed himself inside of her. She screamed as her cunt was stretched open without warning. Her hands gripped the counter as he relentlessly fucked into her. Her body jolted forward with every thrust of his hips, her breasts moving against the counter and her head bobbing.

"Fuck Eddie, my god." She moaned loudly, his hands grabbed her hips and yanked her back on him. Forcing her cunt to take him even further as he continued to fuck into her.

She yelped as he fisted her hair and yanked her head back. The force yanked her body up against his chest, and his left arm wrapped around her. His cock deep in her cunt as his left hand moved down to rub her clit. His right hand was fast to grab his fake knife, but then he saw a real knife drying on the rack. He smirked and snatched the knife and held it against her throat. He quickly took in her eyes and face, making sure there was no fear before he continued. But when he felt her cunt clench around him and her teeth bite down on her lip, he knew she liked it.

She whined as his left hand moved away from her clit and returned to her hair. He yanked her hair, forcing her neck exposed as he held the blade against it.

"I'm going to murder this pretty pussy, fuck you so hard until I feel your insides against my cock. And I don't want to hear a single sound come out of your mouth, got it?" He growled, and she gulped as he pressed the blade against her skin, the blade pierced her skin and a small trickle of blood began to run down. She moaned as she felt herself bleeding.

"Or what? Are you gonna kill me, Mr. Killer?" She teased.

Eddie smirked underneath the mask, pulling it up slightly to free his mouth. He leaned down, licking up the trail of bled that ran down her neck. She moaned at the feeling of his tongue.

He continued to fuck into her, placing the knife back against her throat.

"I'll gut you open right here, princess." He warned, the tip of the knife moving down her body, in between her breasts, down to her stomach.

His hand returned to her clit, rubbing fast circles as her breathing picked up. His cock pounded inside of her, and the sound of their skin smacking against each other echoed in her ears.

She clawed at the counter in front of her, her stomach tightening. Before she could cum, he backed away. The knife left her skin, and his cock left her empty.

"Noooo" she whined, frustrated tears in her eyes.

"Shh pretty girl," he cooed, turning her around. She took sight of him, the way his cock was pulled out from his jeans, and stood fully clothed.

He placed the knife back on the rack, his right hand wrapping around her throat as his left pushed his cock inside of her.

"Gonna look at me when you cum." He growled, her eyes half closed but she tried to keep her eyes on him. He was in the mask as he picked her up and set her on the counter. She kept her arms at her sides, gripping the counter as he fucked into her.

The fast and rough pace had her jolting forward and smacking into his chest.

His hands went back down to her clit, circling her sensitive clit as she got close. She tried to warn him but all that came out was moans and whimpers.

She gasped and threw her head back as she came, her head smacking the cabinet but she didn't care. She gripped his T-shirt as her orgasm took over her, her legs wrapped around him.

He fucked her through her orgasm, his own approaching in seconds. He came inside of her, slowly fucking himself back into her as he rode it out.

His cum leaking out and dripping down her thighs. A small puddle on the counter as he fully pulled out.

He backed away, to drop to his knees. He removed the mask and chucked it across the room. His tongue immediately licked through her folds. The taste of his cum mixed with hers on his tongue as he cleaned her up. She cried above him, hands in his hair as she tried to yank him away but he refused. He used all his strength to keep his head right between her legs, his tongue pushing inside of her to keep the cum from dripping out even more.

He removed his tongue and ran it up her folds, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit. She whimpered as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking gently as his hands rubbed her thighs.

Her body felt like jello immediately, she couldn't move or feel anything other than his teeth softly scraping against her clit.

After a moment, he took mercy on her. He removed himself completely, leaning back on his knees to look at the damage he caused.

Her cunt was used and red. He could see her cunt pulsing and her thighs shaking. A proud smirk on his face as he stood up.

"Feel good?" He asked, cupping her jaw softly as he slowly leaned in. His other hand shoved his sensitive cock back into his jeans.

"Uhhh" she muttered out, her eyes closed as she melted against the cabinet.

Eddie chuckled and leaned down to press his lips on hers. She was so fucked out she couldn't kiss him back.

"You did so well for me." He praised, his soft kisses landing on her jaw, cheeks, neck, and shoulders.

She hummed at his praise and soft kisses.

He helped her get down, wrapping his arm around her as he walked her to the bedroom. She collapsed immediately on the bed, Eddie covered her with a blanket, and a kiss on her forehead as she slowly began to fall asleep.

Eddie smirked as he left the room, closing the door behind him as he headed to the kitchen to clean the mess.

He picked up the mask and his smirk grew. This definitely wouldn't be the last time Ghost Face comes out to prey.

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[mochiroreo]

There’s a bite to it

Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader

TW: MDNI 18+, Blood (not too graphic), blood loss, P in V, fingering, squirting, cream pie, soft smut.

Author’s note: (this is fic NOT beta’d 🥹) Well hello there and welcome! I know, I know its been a while. A lot has been happening these days but thank you for staying! Now starts the drop of my halloween specials, sorry it took this long! As always, Minors go awayyy. This is the first time I’m attempting to write this type of tropes �� thank you for reading!💖

“Oh fuck off Gareth! What? You think I’m too “scared” for this dare?” Eddie stomped on the cigarette butt, his black boot squeaked at the pressure.

“No, but I’m just saying you can back out. We’re not gonna tease you for it.” Gareth looked at Jeff, silently asking for help to stop Eddie and just back out. “I mean yeah—“ Jeff started, scratching his nape while he thinks how to persuade Eddie to back out. “Look dude, you heard about the rumours. Some did not come back from entering that creepy mansion for the same reasons, a dare. It was just all for fun.”

Eddie scoffed at Jeff’s reasoning. Yeah, he is a ‘bit’ afraid, but his pride really won’t let him back down from a dare, let alone his friends’ dare. What started as a usual night for hellfire ended up with drinks and other games, resulting to Eddie losing continuously in a rock-paper-scissors game.

He sucked at the game so badly that he was practically the one that dug his own grave to protect his ego, asking for another round before the group decided to give him a dare for losing so much, which is to enter an abandoned mansion in Hawkins that is famous for all the kinds of rumours and urban legends surrounding it. From poltergeists to disappearances to murder. Making Eddie’s friends regret that they have mentioned it to him as a dare.

“I’m fucking getting out of that mansion alive. Jesus, what could happen in just one night?”

“Exactly! There is a LOT that could happen!” Gareth reasoned out, frustratedly gripping his hair. Eddie had the audacity to cackle and grab the bag that he packed for his dare, looking at his friends one last time before flicking his middle finger up to them. “You’re overthinking this. I have my phone with me so I’ll just call you or message if something happens y’know.” Turning around quickly to walk towards the eerie mansion, Eddie gulped. His prideful facade falling off when he faced the mansion. He is now feeling the cold autumn air, the crunching of the leaves as he walk towards the gate without looking back his friends.

If Eddie can hide how scared he is earlier, his sweaty palms and goosebumps can’t hide it now. He knew about the rumours and all the possible occult rituals that apparently happened inside the said mansion, he was such a big fan. But now that he’s in a dare he really don’t want to be in, he can’t help but curse the place for being at Hawkins.

He felt his jeans pockets if he brought his phone and power brick with him, making him sigh in relief when he got both. He really cannot afford to leave something, knowing how scared he already is. The old metal gate creaked, the wind blowing a tad bit harsher when he pushed himself in which made his skin pricked with goosebumps. He immediately walked inside, not having a single moment with the broken angel statues near the huge fountain at the garden (he watched too much Doctor who, thats for sure.)

Eddie let out a sigh, before looking around the place. He expected the mansion to be run downed, broken glasses,debris or blood everywhere. Maybe even cigarette butts and empty caps of syringe. But no, the place is immaculate and in pristine condition. The drapes where carefully folded, the sofa looking as if its new. Everything was black though, and he is liking how this mansion is styled.

He looked around before deciding to explore the second floor. He carefully walked upstairs as if someone can hear him, his boots creating a dull thud sound in every step on the carpeted floor. Eddie was met with a long hallway and dozens of doors scattered throughout yet he was intimidated with the one at the end, the biggest one that seems to be calling him. His eyes landed on a series of painting adorning the hall, a portrait of a woman that slowly loses her smile as he kept on walking towards the biggest door. It was as if every portrait was a different woman. A different nose, lips, eyes— as if all the artists that is trying to paint whoever the woman is does not know how to draw.

Eddie grabbed the brass knobs of the massive double doors, opening it slowly. His eyes twinkled when he finds out its a well-kept bedroom. The fact flying over his head, not thinking that someone must be living here for this to be this clean. Sighing, he took his leather jacket off and draped it on the chair, putting his bag down as well. He removed his shoes excitedly before plopping down at the soft mattress. “Holy shit. Why are people afraid of this house, this is such an awesome place to live in.” Eddie took a deep breath before sighing in relief. He yawned, not noticing the pair of red eyes that seemed to be watching him ever since he stepped inside.

“Well, it is indeed an awesome place to live in. I try to keep it clean. Have I done a good job?”

“Oh yeah you’ve done a won—“ if his eyes were closed earlier, now its as wide as saucers as he look around to find where the voice came from, before landing on the chair near the vanity mirror. Eddie gasped, his mind turning into a mush and his heart beating so fast that he knows its trying to jump out of his rib cage. “U-uhm— I just got dared—“ he tried to explain, sitting himself up on your bed. You looked at his nervous expression and find his stuttering adorable which made you laugh loudly. Eddie stopped explaining himself when he heard you, finally taking the time to look at you more closely.

It took him no time to notice that you are the woman in all of those portraits, yet they did not do you justice. You are ethereal, he thinks. Maybe that’s why the artists kept on changing things cause they cannot fully grasp your existence and just how beautiful you are?

You’ve noticed that he had gone quiet, making you tilt your head. Its been a while since you’ve had a human in your house. Have you already taken it too far? You leaned in a tad bit, moving the chair closer towards the bed. “Are you alright? Perhaps I’ve taken it too far?” You asked him, eyes tracing every inch of his face and oh. Oh. He looks downright delectable and delicious. Also adorable with how he is openly ogling your whole body. Dressed in a white dress that hugs your curves in a sinful way, not too thin yet not enough to hide all the things Eddie wanted to see.

You leaned forward, resting your head on your palms. The scent of Eddie wafted throughout the room, your eyes gleaming in delight. He smiles like smoked sandalwood and citrus which was an odd combination but made you more attracted towards him. It has been a while indeed since you had a taste of something that seemed so.. fresh. Eddie noticed the way your eyes raked over him, snapping him out of his desires. “I’m good I’m just trying to explain my situation cause I would really love not to get a lawsuit for breaking in someone’s house— I really thought this was abandoned.” He sat comfortably on your bed, eyes noticing the slightly longer than normal canines when you had given him a toothed smile before looking around your room.

“Well.. that’s what you, humans, say all the time whenever you enter this room and gets caught.” At this time, you have already stood up in front of the corner of the bed where Eddie is. “Said they they are just lost, curious, got dared..” you positioned yourself in between his dangling legs at the edge of the bed, loving how his breath hitched when your body is so close to his crotch, jaw tightening as if he is fighting himself to hold you. “But have you noticed something..” you drawled out the end of your sentence, cocking an eyebrow for him to say his name. “Eddie.. wait what do you mean us humans—?” he whispered. You did not pay any attention to his question, continuing your teasing. “Eddie, what a fitting name for your adorableness. But yes, Eddie, have you noticed something?”

Eddie just continued to stare at you, brown eyes locking in with your red ones, which he just noticed, his face filled with confusion. “If my eyes can’t give it away then- Look at that small vanity mirror, tell me if there is something wrong.” He quickly looked behind you to stare at the said mirror, immediately noticing that you don’t have a reflection. Sirens rang inside his head, yet he cannot move his body to run away from you. He watched enough horror movies to know what type of creature are those that live without a reflection. “V-vampire..?” He muttered, his face slightly paler when you nodded. You used your powers to turn the vanity mirror away, shutting the curtains, making Eddie jolt in shock with how quick the darkness engulfed the room.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden lighting, it wasn’t too dark that he cannot see you, but definitely not bright enough to make him think clearly and think of a plan to escape. Denying inside his head that he is attracted to you. Your cold touch on his cheek made him jump, his hands landing on your hips which made you moan at the warmth. The sound definitely woke Eddie’s cock, and when he tried to remove his hands, you stopped him. “Its okay.. its okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” You whispered softly, one hand cradling his cheek to make you look at him upwards while the other plays with his soft,curly hair. You usually don’t promise this to most of the humans that wanders on your house as they always end up being eaten anyway but to him,its different. “God, it’s been a while since I’ve smelled something as good as you. What a bonus that you are also a cure for sore eyes.” You chuckled in delight while Eddie gulped. Your eyes are definitely redder now, yet all Eddie felt was you putting more pressure to his crotch with your thighs while you move closer.

You duck your head, grabbing his nape to expose his neck for your soft,pink lips to latch on which had taken him aback. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath, hands tightening on your hips which made you inhale his scent deeply while sucking his pale skin harshly. “Please.. will you let me have a taste?” You whispered on his skin, trailing wet kisses all over while Eddie is slowly losing control on himself.

God, what did he walked into? Poltergeists, ghost, and cults, they said. Turns out, a fucking vampire lives in the mansion. He is not sure what scared him more, the fact that a vampire might suck him dry and die or the fact that even though he might get suck dry, he does not mind dying in such a way. Not trusting his voice, he gave you a small moan, craning his neck further. You pushed him onto the bed, red eyes now gleaming in delight. Eddie watched you with curiosity, definitely getting harder on his jeans when he watched your fangs grew longer. You leaned down to his neck once again, straddling him with ease.

Your plush thighs trapped him underneath you, hands holding his arms which made him feel trapped and wanted. “It might hurt a little but you’ll enjoy it, I promise you. Thank you for the meal.” Sucking in a breath, Eddie prepared himself before feeling your fangs prick his skin. He held your waist that you are pretty sure will give you bruises, not that you mind. In such a short time, you were completely smitten with how he smells divine and how he looks like he is meant to be with you. And with the taste of his blood, you weren’t sure how to let him go.

His taste was more than what you have expected, smooth and addicting. You sucked harder, blood filling your mouth. The hunger that was asleep for centuries re-igniting inside of you. No one has tasted this good. No one has made you feel intoxicated this way for ages. You almost lost yourself if not for the way Eddie caresses your hips and thighs after his bruising grip, lips forming into a lazy smile as if he is high. He is indeed high. Never had he expected for it to feel this.. good. If he’s going to die this way, might as well go all out, right?

The thought gave Eddie the confidence to moan loudly when he felt you suck harder again. One of his hand move to your back, tracing gentle circles while the other held your nape. “Yes. Take it, take what you think is yours. Does it taste good? I’m happy to give you more.” His words made you swoon, voice low and husky as he urge you to take more of him. Your hips now rutting on his clothed cock which made his eyes roll at the back of his skull. It’s too much for him, he just wants you to continue to use him. You continued to hump him, eager for a different type of release. Unlatching your mouth from his neck and licking it clean to close the wound. Eddie watched you sigh in bliss. His blood smeared at the side of your lips, which you licked, making sure you’re not wasting a drop of blood.

“Fuck, sweetheart—“ he choked out in pleasure, guiding his hands to your breasts and giving it a tentative squeeze. and giving it a squeeze. You gave him a toothy grin, retracting your fangs. You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, only for him to suck with while maintaining eye contact. The action made something snapped inside you, precautions flying out of the room. You slowly unraveled yourself, taking off your dress, your body now bare for Eddie. He looked at you in awe as if time froze before pulling you down for a searing kiss.

The kiss was hot,sticky, and messy from his blood. You cannot help the soft sighs that escaped your mouth when his lips found yours, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip before giving it a soft suck. Your knees buckled, weak with Eddie’s ministrations. He continued to kiss you deeply, playing with your nipples that made you pull away and bury your face on his neck. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He growled on your ear, before flipping your positions. He was now on top, straddling you as he look down. Taking off his shirt, it was your turn to run your hands on his lithe body. He isn’t bulky but holy fuck was he well defined on all the right places. And by the looks of it, his cock probably won’t disappoint as well.

Your mouth watered at the thought of his cock inside of you, taking you. You do not mind giving him the power over you, as long as he let you taste all of him. Eddie took of his clothes one by one, standing up quickly to remove his pants and boxers before going back to straddling you. Your eyes widened at his size. Not massively long but the girth of him makes you gulp. Your mouth watered but you cannot help but ask him one thing. “Well fuck me but— would that fit?!” The slight crack of your expression made him laugh, lightly stroking his length as he bury his face at the side of your neck to press wet kisses. “Oh it will fit. We will make it fit, don’t we?” His mouth slowly goes down to your breasts, sucking your pebbled nipples in delight. He continues to do so when you felt his hands cupping your bare pussy.

The action made you release a breath cause finally his hand is where you want it to be. The feeling of his warm palms and his cold rings just made you want more, bucking your hips slightly to ask him for more. He moved away to look into your eyes, rubbing your pussy gently and feeling how wet you are. “You’re soaking wet, jesus.” He mumbled, your eyebrows furrowed with just how his touch is making you lose yourself. “Other than it has been a while, you are the first human that made me feel this insatiable hunger again.”

Your statement made Eddie smirk, before inserting his finger deep to your cunt. The intrusion made you gasp loudly, his finger going in and out to slowly loosen you. Eddie felt you try to grind on his fingers, urging him to add one more. And another, his thumb rubbing your clit as three of his fingers slide in and out of you with ease with how wet you are for him.

He felt the rough patch inside of you, aiming and hitting your sweet-spot over and over again. Eddie can feel that your getting closer with how your breath quickens and how you kept on squeezing his fingers. “Ahh, I-I’m close— please Eddie, please.” This prompted him to go faster. You asked him politely, how can he say no? He watched the way your eyebrows scrunch, mouth open with a silent scream as you let go. You saw stars dancing underneath your eyelids, Eddie still thrusting his fingers and rubbing your clit making you extremely sensitive.

“Eddie— Eddie stop—“ you looked on his face that is holding a wide grin while you try to hold his wrist and stop him. “Ah ah, let go sweetheart, come on. You can give me another one, can ya?” Your hips cannot stay still as he continue to abuse your cunt. He quickly took notice of your tears that are bound to fall soon “I’m— I’m—“ stuttering as you try to warn him, a loud moan erupted from your chest as you get hit with your climax harder. Eddie continued only to slowly stop when he felt you squirt. “Well aren’t you a generous house host?” He teased, licking his fingers clean, letting your juices coat his mouth. His comment made you giggle before positioning his length, nudging his tip on your puffy cunt. “Why yes, I am. Though I am pretty sure I can give you more.” You cockily said, pulling him closer.

His lips found yours once again while he slowly pushes inside you. He swallowed your moans, before he moved away to groan. You might be a vampire but fuck, your cunt was so warm and tight for him that it made his eyes roll at the back of his skull. His thickness made your back arch, nails dragging down his back as he slowly build his speed. He watched you with hungry eyes, bare chests pressed while he try not to crush you with his weight. Your connection with him felt like a dream, in all the centuries you have lived, you have forgotten what it feels like to feel this desired, this wanted.

He fits you perfectly. His cock hitting the right places as his thrusts grew faster and harsher. You were a moaning mess underneath him, drool slightly building up at the side of your lips while your tears threaten to fall. Eddie’s fringe is matted to his forehead as he slam himself in and out of you like a wolf in rut. “S-so good. Ah,ah,ah” you mewled over and over, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms and legs on him to be as close to him as possible. His rhythm never stuttered, bringing you pleasure more and more.

Feeling your teeth scrape the side of his neck, he knew you were on the verge of cumming the same as him. Yet he knows you wanted more, needed more. “Do you want another taste? Come on, you can feed on me.” Tears were now flowing down your cheeks as you chant over and over while your fangs grew longer “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.” You were squeezing him, talking to himself inside his head not to cum yet but when your teeth sank on his skin, his hips stuttered.

The moment his blood hits your tongue and flooded your taste buds, you gave in. Your body convulsed as if you were hit by such a strong wave, while Eddie lets out a loud growl, filling you. Your senses were blank, pleasure taking over as you take and take. He had never felt so high and filled with pleasure. Is he seeing spots now that you kept on sucking his blood while he just cummed? Yes. Is it the best climax that he ever had in his life and was it worth it? Yes. He smiled drunkenly to himself as he feel his strength slipping away, softly combing your hair with his fingers. You felt his breathing slowly get softer before snapping out of the trance from his blood, his whole body crushing you when he passed out.

“Oh fuck—“

Eddie woke up with a headache, feeling lightheaded. The curtains were drawn and the moon shining down through the huge window, illuminating the room alongside the lamps. You quietly sat down beside him, shyly handing him an apple and orange juice box. He took the juices with a lazy smile before bursting into laughter when you covered your face in embarrassment. “I am so sorry.” You mumbled, taking a peek on his reaction. This made him laugh even harder, clutching his stomach. He finally stops and removed your hands covering your face. “Hey, its okay, you literally took my breath away. You should be proud of that.” He teased, making you scoff at him which made him chuckle.

“You know.. its been centuries since I felt this type of connection towards someone.. Will you visit me again?” Holding his hand tenderly, you press it close to your chest while looking at him with pleading eyes and a pout. Eddie could not say no with how adorable you look at him compared to when you just met him. He was planning to tease you but the swelling of his heart made him do otherwise. “Of course! As long as you let me paint you AND hang it on your hall of fame.” “Hall of fame?” You asked him while chuckling, only to be met with a firm nod. “Fine fine.” you took his hand that was on your chest and kissed his palm with tender eyes that were looking at him with affection, the action making him blush. And making his cock hard.

“Sweetheart, you really need to stop making me horny at this point. I almost died the last time.” He joked, both of you laughing at his silliness.

If someone told Eddie that he would meet and sleep with a vampire, he would have probably laughed and punch the person who is clearly out of his mind. But now, doing both, he does not mind doing it again. Meeting a vampire AND having the best sex of his life? Deal.

And for some reason, as you watch Eddie drink both of the juices you gave him, you cannot help but stare intently at his face. Everything seemed to be so oddly familiar that your heart feels like you know him for the longest time which made your eyes slightly water.

Because, maybe you do.

After all, he looks exactly like the only lover that you had and loved two-centuries ago.

[doomsdaybby]

so i’ve been thinking a lot about masked eddie f!cking the brains out of you at a halloween party. you don’t even know that it’s him. you don’t know who it is at all.

very VERY fine line between cnc/nc.

details under the cut 🫶🏻😈

you’ve noticed the anonymous figure tracking you at every corner all night. the brush of an erection against your lower back/ass by the punch bowl, a calculated bruising hand on the hip disguised as innocently shoving past sweaty bodies.

wherever you decided to venture, your follower wasn’t too far behind.

you were certain your admirer had noticed you heading upstairs to the bathroom, tightening the corset to accentuate your breasts, swiping smears of mascara from under your eyes. freshly painted blood red lipstick stuck to your front teeth.

though the slow creaking of the door opening caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end, except that didn’t halt the arousal from slicking inside your underwear. the fear erupted a whirlpool in your stomach, thighs rubbing together in anticipation as the figure locks the door behind them.

it’s a few short moments of a staring contest, though you could only peer into the hollowed abyss of the blackened eye sockets. unable to tell who had been following you the entire night. your heart pounds in your ears, and you swear you couldn’t have screamed even if you tried.

from then on was a blur. it all happened so quickly. their hand was around your throat, painted black chipped fingernails digging into the skin of your lower jaw.

you let them hoist you up onto the bathroom sink, hell you even tugged down the lacy red thong that matched your devil costume. though they weren’t patient enough for that, the hand that wasn’t around your throat ripped them straight from your thighs.

a bit of a messy job, the threads threatened to burn but the tip of your admirers cock probing your dripping entrance was enough to distract you. they didn’t even wait, a few short thrusts through your slick folds and they were bullying their way inside you.

it was callous, near violent, stripped of any affection and completely euphoric.

the burn was welcomed, and your pleads of forgiveness and just the slightest request of mercy was muffled by their hand. the figure had cut off all air supply, fingers closing around the major arteries in your throat, nose pinched.

it was when your head began to lol, eyes rolling back from the static in your brain and pleasure between your thighs, that they released you. their pace never let up, pulling your hips against them. strangled moans hiccuped in your chest, every brutal meet of their hips to your core knocking the air from your lungs.

they barely made a sound at all, a few grunts here and there, the veins at the backs of their hands pulsing.

“please… please” that’s when the sobbing began, you didn’t even know what you were pleading for at that point. for them to stop? or to keep going?

the end was abrupt, feeling the loss almost painfully when they pulled out and coated the skirt of your costume. you were graced with one singular moan, it sounded like a relief that they finally let it slip free. it was familiar, the tone, the rasp. you could almost put your finger on it.

but then you were left to clean up alone, dropping your legs from around their waist and tucking themselves back into their jeans. the aching throb of your abused pussy made it difficult to hop off the sink.

you didn’t see them again for the rest of the night.

and your admirer left you wanting more.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

ophiocordyceps unilateralis

summary: on a supply run gone bad, the group split up and you got stuck with Steve.

warnings: Steve Harrington/reader, zombie apocalypse au, smut, hurt/comfort, kinda angst, patching up each other's wounds (in an unsterile, apocalyptic way... don't do this at home kids), tw weapons and violence, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pull out method, squirting, blowjob (kinda, a little), kinda in the realm of perv!Steve (mainly because of the dirty talk), tiny bit of impact play (beloved pussy slaps)

word count: 2637

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“I think that building over there should be safe enough for tonight,” you pointed to the seemingly abandoned structure ways down the road, “what do you think?”

“I think we should keep moving,” Steve kept his gaze fixed forward, not even looking at the house in question for one second, “find the others.”

“We need a break,” you fiddled with the straps of your worn backpack, eyeing his blood-soaked shirt, “you need a break.”

“I’m fine,” he clenched his jaw tightly, clearly attempting to swallow the pain that merely walking was causing him to endure. 

“No, you’re not. You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

“Those guys back there got a lot of hits in, and you haven’t even stopped to take a breath.”

“What, it’s not like they pulled their punches just because you’re a girl.”

“True, but I look better than you,” you smiled, thankful that you got out of it with more bruises than cuts. Stopping dead in your tracks, you tried once more, “Steve, please. I don’t want one of those things to take a bite out of you just because you’re in too much pain to put up a fight.”

“…fine,” he agreed begrudgingly, “but we leave at first light, alright?”

Just as you were about to yell out the all-clear to Steve, a few guttural growls coming from the room you’d presume he was inspecting found your ears. 

“Steve?” you whirled around the corner just in time to see him hovering over a now motionless rotting corps, yanking back his nail-clad baseball bat that had gotten slightly stuck in its cranium, “you good?”

“Yeah,” he breathed heavy, the swings apparently took more out of him than expected, “all good.”

Fearing that he’d perhaps faint, you rushed towards him and grabbed his elbow. Standing this close to him, you got a better look at just how gruesome the gashes on his abdomen alone were. “Steve,” you sighed quietly, making him turn more towards you, “that does not look all good.”

“It’s better than it looks,” he carefully shrugged off his heavy backpack, “trust me.”

“Really? Because it looks pretty bad to me,” you grabbed his bag before he could place it on the floor, “will you at least just let me help you?”

Letting out a long exhale, he agreed, “sure,” and visibly let his shoulders relax more, dropping his weapon and walking over to the nearby table.

“Take your shirt off,” you rolled your eyes at the smirk those words conjured on his face. When he began to just carelessly tug off his layers, “slowly!” practically exploded out of you and you restrained your palm from slapping him clear across the face, “oh god.” 

It had been too long a day and your patience for Steve had run out. You had nearly been killed by not only the undead but also the group of people that had followed you all from the previous town you stayed in.

Reaching into the side pocket of your bag, you pulled out the small med kit that you’d scavenged a while back. Motioning for Steve to take a seat on the table, you stepped closer and took a good look. 

“Okay,” you breathed out, trying your best not to ogle at his fuzzy bare chest and instead focus on the several injuries that decorated his skin. “Good news, I don’t think you need stitches,” you crouched down, ending up on your knees in order to be at eye level with the worst one. Blinking up at him, it hit you the position you’d put yourself in. The angle… “I, um,” you looked down and fished out a small travel-sized vodka bottle, as well as some bandages, “do you want a warning first or the element of surprise?” you unscrewed the bottle with one hand. 

“Just fucking do it, just-,” you didn’t hesitate, downing the gash on his abdomen with alcohol, effectively punching all of the air out of his lungs at the very first drop, “holy- fuck!” he growled, squeezing his eyes shut and instinctively slammed his fist down to meet the tabletop. Setting the bottle down on the dirty floor, you began to wrap him up, hearing a small muttering of gratitude as you tied it off. 

“Any more bad ones?” you didn’t dare to look up and see the way he was melting against the table, trying to regain the ability to breathe.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” he exhaled, “one of them got my leg pretty good, so that hurts like a motherfucker, but I don’t think it’s that bad.”

You craned your neck to search for the aforementioned wound and found it high on the side of his thigh, cargo pants ripped giving you a good view of it, “oof, yeah,” you hissed, pulling back some of the fabric with your fingers, “it’ll be okay, I think. It will properly scar, but you’ll live.”

“That’s fine,” he breathed out a small chuckle, “chicks dig scars.” That they fucking do… okay, okay, just take a breath, think about something else, anything else. Anything that didn’t make you throb… “Thanks, doc,” you blinked up to find him to be already looking down at you, “what about you?”

“I’m okay,” you shifted in your seat, tugging one of your feet under you more and almost letting out a small gasp when it felt like pure electricity brushing against your covered core. “I, um, yeah… ten fingers, ten toes…” your words didn’t work to unfurrow his worried brow, so then you huffed out, “what, do you not believe me? What do you want, strip search me?”

It had been a joke, but judging by Steve’s facial expression, that was not how he took it. 

Quickly you clarified, averting your gaze, “it was a joke…”

Hearing him let out a long, calm exhale, he asked you softly, “was it?”

Shaking your head lightly, “Steve…”

“Yeah?” you felt one of his fingers move some hair out of your face. 

Blinking up at him, you bit your lip and then uttered slowly, “thanks for having my back, back there.”

“You’re welcome,” he kneeled down to be at your level, “thank you for having mine.”

His hands came up to cradle the sides of your face, eyes flickering down towards your bitten lip. 

As he pushed closer, you rested a hand on his wrist, “please tell me that we’re not just doing this because of the kind of day we’ve had.”

“We’re not,” he said simply in a sure tone. 

“We’re not?”

“I’m not,” he averted his gaze briefly, brow furrowing softly. 

“Me neither,” was all you managed to whisper before he kissed you. “Fuck,” you whimpered against his lips, instantly clinging onto him for dear life, “I didn’t think you noticed me.”

That only managed to make him chuckle and therefore halt the long-awaited kiss, “seriously? I can’t take my eyes off of you. I thought it was obvious. Literally everyone knows, they tease me about it and everything.”

“Really?” 

“I think we should find some glasses for you because you are blind.”

“Shut up,” you giggled, shoving his firm chest playfully. 

“Can you even see me right now?” he teased.

“Oh my god,” you shook your head and stood up.

“Hey, you’d look so cute!” he caught your hand, preventing you from straying any further away, “and you would finally be able to notice me.”

“I do notice you,” you exclaimed, “my vision is fine!”

Getting back up onto his feet, he squinted his eyes, “you sure about that?”

“Yes! Now shut up and kiss me again!” a request that he happily obliged to fulfil. 

Draping your arms around his neck, it didn’t take long before he scooped you up and onto the table behind you. 

“Fuck,” he hummed, grabbing your hips, and sliding them forward to meet his own for some form of relief. You weren’t really sure which one of you was the one that took off your clothes since all four hands were ripping at the fabric in order for you to be on the same playing field as Steve was. 

The wiry hairs on his chest pressed up against your now exposed tits, smooching them against him in desperate need of contact. 

“Don’t you fucking dare cum inside me,” you warned as he unzipped your pants, making room for his fingers to slip down them, “I swear I will kill.”

Finding your panties ruined, soaked with anticipation, he groaned against your lips, “I’ll pull out.”

“Good,” you gasped, eyes fluttering as he rubbed your clit through the thin cotton, “this world is hard enough to survive as it is. You are not knocking me up.”

“I know, I know, I won’t do that, I promise,” his words vowed, but his tone sounded more like there was nothing else in this whole world he’d wish for than to fill your aching pussy up to the brim with his cum.

Wrapping your legs up around his hips, you were practically clawing like a kitten for more. Reaching down, between your close bodies, you palmed his painfully obvious bulge through his dark pants. 

Wandering down to kiss his neck, you left little love marks all along his rapid pulse, “Steve…”

“Yeah?” it felt like the barrier underneath his fingers might break from the intoxicating friction he caused.

“Please fuck me before infected break in here and burst our bubble.”

Getting his face right in front of yours, he breathed out slowly, “then lie down.”

Lowering yourself down on the table, feeling the cold surface meet your bare back, Steve used the hand that was already down your pants to yank them down and off your body. 

Quickly pulling your underwear down as well, he took a step back to admire the state you were in. Palming himself for a bit, it didn’t take long before he got equally exposed, keeping his eyes locked on your body as he rid himself of the last bits of clothes that covered him. 

Propping yourself up onto your elbows, half out of impatience and half to get a better view of the show, you lifted your knees up, letting one fall, granting him better access to the embarrassingly wet mess between your thighs. 

Taking a step forward, Steve’s hand started at your knee then slowly slid down, closer and closer to your throbbing cunt. But to your disappointment, you never felt the contact of his hand, instead, he had spread you open and successfully sent a bolt of lightning through your body as his heavy cock fell down upon your swollen clit. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he slid his shaft along your pussy, parting your plump lips for him and making him shimmer and shine within seconds, “you’re so fucking wet, shit…”

With light fingers around the base, he slapped the angry head against your clit, making your hips buckle. “You sure you want it?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, please,” you cried.

“You want my cock, huh?”

“Please, I need it.”

“Oh really? You need my big dick to stretch you out, is that it?” he stated to linger every time he came down towards your entrance, “need me to ruin this little hole, huh?”

Sinking just the essence of his tip in, he came back up to tease your clit, repeating the motion multiple times till you were scared that you might actually cry. 

“Steve, please.”

Bowing down to place a soft kiss upon your lips, you felt his hips snap and fill you up in one fell swoop. 

Disconnecting from the peck, your arms gave out and sent you tumbling down towards the table. Luckily, Steve’s quick reflexes caught your head before you could get a concussion. 

Chuckling lightly, he mocked just to stroke his own ego, “what’s wrong? Can’t take it? Is it too much?”

You wanted to laugh, but all that could escape your lips were whimpering moans. 

Leaning back, his mouth hung agape as he studied the magic trick of him disappearing inside of you. 

“Jesus christ, baby,” he bucked his hips wildly, “you feel so good.”

“Steve,” you breathed out shakily, as you reached down to circle your clit, already being dangerously close to the edge. 

“What?” his palm found your left boob, playing with it lightly, “what is it, huh?

“I’m-, shit, keep doing that,” you struggled to keep your eyes locked with his, releasing shaky profanities as your walls fluttered around him.

Cursing, he fucked you through your orgasm, only giving you a second or so to recover before he began to move again, fearing that your cunt might choke him to death.

“Who knew you had those pretty sounds in you?” he grinned, bending down to bury his face in your tits.

“Sorry,” the reflex rushed out of you.

“Oh no, don’t you dare,” he blinked up to look at you through his long lashes, “we’re all alone, please be as loud as you can. I swear, from now on, you will have to wrestle me not to take you somewhere far away from the group just so I can hear them again. Or do you think you’d even be able to keep them at bay if I just fucked you while we’re on watch and everyone else is asleep? You think you’d be able to keep quiet for me? Hiding behind a tree or even sneakily take you from behind when everyone else thinks we’re just spooning for warmth? Because I don’t want you to. I want them to know. I want them to hear you fucking scream. To hear how much of a little slut you become when my cock is inside of you.”  

“Fuck, don’t stop,” your thighs shook, “you’re gonna make me cum again!”

“Yeah?” his lips let go of the pebble-like nipple he was successfully turning a deep purple, to lean back, driving into you harder, angling his hips so that he repeatedly hit that spot that almost made you scream out loud. “Be a good girl and cum again,” his hand came down to tap your puffy pussy, repeating it with increased force every time till it stung in the best way possible. 

You didn’t even hear the lewd squelching sounds as you came again, too busy sobbing out desperately, “don’t stop, don't stop, don't stop-,“ trembling as you squirted all over your partner. 

Writhing on the table, you heard Steve laugh, actually laugh, “holy shit,” he played with your cunt, repeatedly plunging his dick in just to rip it out again in order to see how many times he could make it gush like his own little fountain. “Just like that, baby, keep cumming for me, fuck.”

Somewhere in the haze, you felt Steve disappear with a guttural moan, only to quickly reappear right by your face, furiously stroking his cock. Caressing one palm over your cheek, bringing you back to him, you lulled your head to the side and drunkenly opened your mouth, presenting your soft tongue to him.

Jumping at the offer, he only managed to breach the entrance of your lips before he spilt his hot load all over your tongue. A pure moaning mess, he ran his fingers through your hair as you closed your mouth around him, sucking just the tip to get every last drop.

“Atta girl,” he choked out, pulling you off of him with a small pop, placing his thumb on your chin to part your lips and let him see the mess, “swallow it.” 

Happily doing so, you beamed up at him through your heavy lids. Kneeling down, he grabbed your face softly and gave you a needy kiss, swiping his tongue against yours, moaning as he tasted himself.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he swooned, melting his forehead against yours. 

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | trick or treat - e.m.

kinktober day eight - size kink

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: halloween night with your husband was supposed to be a calm one. passing out candy to the neighborhood kids, watching scary movies and chain-smoking joints as eddie rolled them. but you had urges, especially when your eyes couldn't look away from the difference of size in your thigh and eddie's thigh.

warnings: 18+ ONLY. minors are NOT welcomed. NO AGE = BLOCKED. size kink (reader is bigger than eddie), mentions of body image, talks of being a bigger woman, slight self esteem issues, pet names, unprotected penetration (p in v) *wrap it UP PLEASE*, creampie.

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"BABYYY," EDDIE CRIED OUT when you straddled his lap on the couch. 

“what’s wrong?” you pouted, shifting to sit on your knees with your thighs encasing him in, tight. 

you knew how eddie got when you put your full body weight on him, straddling him just to throw your arms around his neck and hug him. the way he got when you held him tight in bed, snuggling your face into his shirt while you kept him stuck to you. how you loved being the little spoon despite the fact that you were three times eddie’s size, but he loved it even more. getting to explore your body and feel all of you, to be able to feel the way you trusted him with your body.

or when you would be the one to keep him still while you made him feel good, holding him down while you kissed down his chest. 

he was just so in love with you. eddie was obsessed with your every move, every word that came out of your mouth — he was thanking someone out there for somehow dropping you in his lap. literally.

“what if kids knock at the door? you know? trick or treat? smell my feet?” eddie excused, looking between you and the front door. 

a scary movie was on, one that eddie favored but you didn’t care for. it was hard not to make a move on your husband, especially when you’ve had a few homemade frozen margaritas with little pumpkin candies in them and passed at least three joints between the two of you. you were hot and bothered, high, just by watching him manspread with his arms gripping the back of the couch, puffing on his joint and blowing clouds of smoke, even doing occasional smoke tricks you could never do.

how was it your fault for climbing in his lap?

you two decided no costumes this year, just a movie night in and handing out candy to the kids from the neighborhood. but that didn’t stop you from wearing your thigh high socks that liked to roll down a lot — where the fuck can you find thigh highs that are big thigh friendly? — or wearing your comfortable long ghostface shirt eddie bought you. 

he was in his usual wife beater, black sweatpants and to be in the spirit, sporting his black beanie with a skull on it. you’d been eyeing his thighs all night, though strong and muscular, still comparing them to the way yours looked when you sat down next to him. they were smaller than your thicker ones, even when you stood up, and it drove you crazy. 

who could blame you? not when you had urges. urges that made you want to hold him and squeeze him tight until he’s begging for air, urges that made you just want to tackle him to the ground and kiss all over his face. or urges to even put your entire weight on him so he could hold you like that, eddie never saying no. 

one thing about eddie, is that even though you were bigger, he didn’t act like you were a burden because you were fat. so your urges that would make any of your ex boyfriends tell you no because you were heavy, like wanting to sit on their lap for as long as you wanted, eddie said yes.

but these urges were a little different. 

you had the urge to do something eddie never really asked you to do, something you did from time to time but not often because eddie loved to make you his pillow princess — you wanted to ride him, right here right now on the couch under the orange and purple halloween lights he help you put up. 

even thinking about when he helped you decorate the house, how you were in skimpy little bat shorts and you reached up to hang the string of lights — how he managed to get behind you and spank you, pulling your shorts down and bent you to hold yourself against the ladder, licking up the slick he caused. 

so that’s how you got here, grinding onto his clothed cock while a meaningless horror movie played in the background. eddie’s hands roamed free as he gripped your ass, your thighs and the roundness of your belly — but his words sounded different. 

“i don’t know baby, what if-” 

“eddie, do you want me to fuck you or not?” you deadpanned as you moved off of him, sliding down your shorts and panties and climbing back into his lap. 

“because if not, i’m thinking of just getting off on your lap while you watch.” 

your fingers moved to his waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hips rising to help you out. you scooted down his thighs to release his cock from the confines, his hardness bobbing and hitting against the cotton of his tank. 

“so pretty, eddie, you have such a pretty dick,” you admired as both of your hands wrapped around him. the heat was bouncing off of your body as you watched him throb in your hands. 

“you’re, you’re just so - fuck - so fucking sexy,” eddie gulped, eyes bouncing from where your hands touched him and your bare lower half, to your glimmering eyes. 

he loved the way you looked at him. 

“you think so, eds? you like me like this?” you smiled as you leaned over to spit down on his cock, watching the dribble hit the tip and you used your hands to spread it over his long appendage. 

when you first met eddie, you worried that maybe your size would be a little too big for him. you thought that maybe he was playing a joke on you, or that maybe he just wanted to be your friend. for the first six months of knowing each other, you convinced yourself it was purely platonic. 

but then things got more telling. things that someone who was into would do, like i don’t know, asking you on a date. but with this came other realizations. you knew you’d never be able to wear his clothes, or fit in a small fit booth at dinner. you knew that going to the gym together as a couple would be embarrassing for you, or even wanting to go on a hike. 

luckily for you, eddie hated all sorts of exercising. his idea of a date wasn’t traveling in the woods for a night. it was taking you to your favorite bookstore and buying you whatever you wanted, taking you on dates to the town’s fair or to a restaurant you were eyeing. 

eddie accommodated for you, because he loved you. because he saw first hand how the world treated fat people, especially fat women. every turn in this world, you had someone that made you a target because of how you looked. society was built for women who looked the exact opposite from you, and he wasn’t going to let you walk in this world with him by your side without doing what he could to ease your anxieties. 

he saw how people pushed past you, or how other women would laugh at your outfit and the way it fit you, the way men only acknowledged him and never you. not even a hello. and it pissed him off. you didn’t deserve to be ostracized because you were heavier, and he did everything to let you know that skinny or not, he would’ve found you anyways. 

so, eddie bought his clothes some sizes bigger than him, like his hoodies and shirts, just so you can put them on when you wanted.he remembered the way you cried to him one night, telling him he should just break up with you already because of how embarrassing it was to not even fit in your boyfriends clothes. 

eddie of course thought it was ridiculous, but still comforted you. he even encouraged you to slip on his own sized shirt, just so he could watch it squeeze around your breasts and fit you like a tight crop top. for his own pleasure of course. 

he never made you feel self conscious, and that same night he watched you squeeze into the medium slayer shirt he had, was the same night that he ripped it off of you and showed you how beautiful he thought you were. he’d always fight for you if you needed, protect you and defend you in everything, even if it was against your own plaguing thoughts.

he’d make sure that at dinner you were comfortable, moving the table towards him just so you had room in the booth across from him. he knew you felt like everything you did was embarrassing because as a bigger girl, you were always the butt of the joke. he figured he’d get ahead of the problem before you felt like you were bringing too much attention yourself by squeezing in places that you may not fit in, or doing mundane things. 

he was considerate while still making sure you didn’t feel like you were the odd one out. he loved all of you. god forbid someone made a comment about your weight, or made you feel bad about yourself — because maybe you’d let it go and it wouldn’t faze you since you grew up fat, but it drove him to see nothing but red. 

“baby you know i love you like this, you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he huffed out as you stroked him up and down. 

eddie gathered his long hair and moved it to the back, getting it out of his face so he could see how you worked him. 

“can you handle all of me, baby? you think if i sit on your pretty dick, you’d be able to sit still and let me ride you?” you asked and shuffled over to hover above his tip, sitting on your knees and looking down at him before kissing his cheek. 

you moved your kisses down to his jaw, to lick his earlobe and to nibble on the skin of his neck. you made sure to leave little hickies, wanting to see them purple and pink against his pale skin. 

“fuck, yes princess, i can, please,” he begged and you smiled against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your chest against his. 

you slowly swayed your hips to let his cock gather with your juices between the fat of your pussy lips, and gently sunk down on his length. the feeling of the  piercing stretch from just his head alone and the way his hands never left your hips drove you insane, always. 

he didn’t move you, or guide you, in fact he used your hips to keep himself grounded. he would listen to you, if it was the last thing he did. 

you thought the size difference between you and eddie was sexy. you liked the fact that though eddie was a little lanky, he still had the strength to do whatever he wanted with you — except pick you up but you’ve come to terms with it. 

until you noticed as you slid yourself onto his length and gripped his biceps, his muscles were firmer, stronger. you tried to settle down on his cock as your hands moved to his chest, and to his back, feeling the way he felt under your touch. 

something was different. and how you never noticed until now was beyond you. 

“eddie,” you breathed as you sat there. his eyes flew open from where he was buried in your neck and pulled back to see your face, “have you been working out?” 

eddie’s mouth was hung open as he felt you squeeze around him, flicking his eyes between the thick of your mound and your eyes. 

“i, yeah, i have.” 

what eddie didn’t say is that he’d been working out for you. when you told him about how he shouldn’t try to lift you, or try to pick you up just to hug and twirl you around, he took it as a challenge. 

he always wanted to bulk up, he was always the pale lanky kid that people used to want to push around back in high school. now, his only reason to build his muscle was so he could live out your every fantasy of being manhandled and thrown around like you’d weigh nothing, even trying to build enough stamina so he could find new ways to pleasure his wife.

so, he had to start somewhere. 

you felt yourself leaking even more onto his groin, pooling at his base as you squeezed your thighs around his and started to move up, before sinking back down. your hands never left his chest, and you bunched up his wife beater up his chest, feeling over the new outlines of his stomach. 

“fuck, eddie,” you moaned as you bounced on his cock, feeling his tip nudge your g-spot over and over as you rode him. 

eddie took the tank from you and yanked it up off of his body, doing the same with your shirt. it left you both bare, bodies exposed to each other and eddie lavished in the sight of every inch of your skin. he especially loved the tattoos you had inking your chest and breasts, little meaningless ones and the same little bats he had, going up your collarbone. 

the only thing you wore now were the socks that were sorry excuses of thigh highs, because now they rolled down to your knees. but eddie was slowly losing his composure, seeing you bare like this just for him. he was always possessive, and it gave him a sense of pride that he was the only one who could see and touch you like this. 

your hands were sprawled on his chest as he breathed through his mouth, the tightness of your hole and the warmth adding into his pleasure. 

“feel so fucking perfect around my dick, baby, look at these pretty fucking titties,” eddie said and let his hands move from your waist to cupping both heavy breasts in his hands, spilling out of his grip as he watches you fuck him. 

“god, eddie fuck, best fucking dick i’ve ever had in my entire life, i can’t fucking stop,” you cried as your hand traveled up his chest, to his neck and letting your thumb and two fingers press on either side of his throat. as you bounced a little faster on his cock, you leaned forward with his hands still groping your breasts and let your forehead meet his. 

you could feel his breath on your lips as he drank in your scent, “i love you like this, eddie. love when you let me fuck you like this, love how big you feel inside of me,”

you were moaning with every word, feeling his bush around his cock hit against your trimmed mound, letting your other hand move between the two sweaty bodies and rub at your swollen clit. 

eddie was letting out his own whimpers and groans as your slick coated every inch, and you squeezed ruthlessly around him even though he’d been the one stretching you out since you started dating. the feeling you gave him felt like a million tiny bats fluttering in every part of his body, like as if he was starting a new job or had to put on a presentation. 

you made him nervous, even still three years into marriage. you loved that about eddie, he made you feel like the sexiest woman on earth. just watching you rub your clit while swallowing his cock with your hole made his heart skip, his breath catching in his throat.

he always loved the sex between the two of you. it was incomparable, nothing could even come close to the way the two of you meshed together. sex was always more than pleasure for you, always meant more than it was made to be. and with eddie, it felt heavenly — it was exactly what you pictured what good sex was. like it was out of a book, something that you’d never expect someone like you to have. 

but you did. because eddie worshiped you. he made you feel like a goddess, like the ground you walked on should be kissed by him. you were some sort of drug, some sort of addicting substance because he couldn’t get away from you. 

it was spiritual, physical, emotional. every time you two had sex it felt like the first time, and it was intoxicating. his only way of making sure he’d never lose you? make you his wife, so he knew that no one else would even have the chance to come close to you. 

eddie’s hands gripped your breasts tight and let them fall back to their natural position. his hands moved to your calves where the thigh highs rolled down to, rubbing over the firm muscle that tensed, and letting his hands run over the curve of your waist and to your back. he rubbed and squeezed over your back, gripping at every part of you. 

you didn’t mind when eddie loved all over of you, feeling him squeeze the fat of your sides or watch how his hands sank into your skin when he gripped you. eddie didn’t know how much more he could take of letting you bounce on him, how he could contain himself and not buck his hips up to meet your contact. 

“it’s all for you baby, my pretty little wife, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he moaned, “can’t believe i get to watch you like this for the rest of my life,” 

you smiled, letting go of his throat and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, until you moved your lips down his jaw and to his neck, even to the arch where his neck was and to his collarbone. 

“fuck, baby i can’t sit still, i can’t, please let me fuck you, princess,” he grunted, feeling the walls of your cunt flutter around his cock. 

“take it, eddie, fuck me. i’m yours,” you cried and pressed your bare chest to his, burying your face in the crease of his neck so that your temple was pressed against collarbone. his lips instantly found your skin, kissing over your face and even leaning over to kiss the skin of your sweaty shoulders.

it took less than five seconds for eddie to situate himself and scoot to lay flatter on the couch against the cushion, using his feet to plant himself on the floor and grabbing the back of your thighs to halt your movements. 

“fuck yeah you are, my fucking wife,” he grunted and started to fuck up into your hole, reaching a new depth that you failed to attempt to reach.

“oh, fuck, oh my god,” you cried with each thrust, feeling the vibrations of his thighs slapping against yours hit your cunt and choke out any words you spoke. 

usually when he had you like this, it didn’t last a while as his own strength would give up on him and he’d lay you on your back to bend your legs as far as they could to angle more into your cervix. but this time, with the extra time and money he spent in the gym, his pace was relentless and steady. 

you loved him like this. you got to hug his frailer body, pulling him into your embrace as your body covered his entirely. eddie loved it too, somehow feeling strong and protective, big and bad even though realistically you were able to manhandle him if you wanted to.

which he liked, and often asked for. the slapping, choking, degradation — though he loved to be your protector, you soon figured out that he liked to feel like he was as small as he really was. 

“so good, so so so good,” you chanted and he smiled as he tried to peek at you, the side of your face barely showing with your hair in the way. so he moved it for you, scooting your hair to the other side as you let your left hand press into the side of his neck. 

your nails skimmed his jaw and cheek as you held your hand there, and he watched your face contort into pleasure as he kept fucking up into you. 

“it’s good baby? like when i fuck that pretty fat cunt? my fucking cunt?” he grunted and you whined, tears falling from the corners of your eyes, “i know baby, can’t get enough of you putting that pretty pussy on me,” 

you couldn’t speak, already going dumb as his pace got more confident. sounds, whimpers and whines came from your throat to match the rhythm he set. he could listen to you all day, watch you come undone time after time again. he’d never get bored of you. 

“let me see you, let me see that pretty face, wanna see you cum for me,” he grunted and craned his neck as you lifted the side of your face to look up at him from his shoulder. 

he was already watching you, but you saw his eyes move from yours to the way your ass recoiled from his constant movements. 

you felt desired, wanted and attractive to the man you’d crushed on since college, and as you met his thrusts to give him some release from holding up all your weight, he moved one of his hands from the back of your thighs to the side of your face — matching you. 

the tingling in your stomach only grew bigger and into of a burning sensation, feeling hot all over as your legs were met with a cold chill. 

“babyy,” you whined and shut your eyes briefly before he tapped your cheek, 

“look at me princess, tell me, are you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my dick and make a mess?” he cooed, somehow more put together than he thought it would come out. 

his breathing was labored, bodies glistening with sweat as the sound of your slick grew the harder he fucked up into you. it was distracting for eddie, and as you laid there on his chest with your hips meeting his thrusts, he felt himself chasing after his own release. 

you reached your hand down between the sweaty bodies after lifting up a little, and rubbed circles on your clit as you laid back on him and your arm. 

his arms were wrapped around your waist now as he scooted his ass to hang off of the couch, getting more leverage in steadiness to hold you tight to him and paralyzing you to just take his cock as he thrusted into you. 

“yes! fuck, i’m gonna cum for you eds, gonna make a mess, fuck, fuck, fuck, just for you,” you cried as tears pinched at the ducts of your eyes, closing them shut as you start to feel yourself break. 

“cum for me, let me feel all of it, gonna fucking cum just from how wet this pussy is,” he smiled into your hair, lips pressed against your skull as his hand comes up to hold you by the nape of your neck. 

your knees were barely holding onto the edge of the couch after following eddie’s movements, and as he met you with one more thrust and your hand going numb from the pressure of your body on it, you finally clenched around his thickness and cried into his neck when you came. 

“oh, yes baby, right there, squeezin’ me so tight, so pretty,” he babbled and as his thrusts got sloppy and tried to hold you as close as possible, more words came out. he liked to watch the way your body shook as you came, especially the way your ass and the rest of you jiggled for him. 

it was all for him. and the pride he felt was more than he felt when he graduated high school. 

“this is my fucking pussy, you hear me? mine. gonna fucking show you that this pussy is mine,” he growled in your ear and finally gave a couple of last thrusts, throwing his head back and crying out. 

“fucking shit,” he winced as he came inside of you, the spurts of heat coating your walls and making you clench around him again. 

you laid there breathless on his chest, not even worried about crushing him, only worried about pulling your hand away from your mound to relieve the static feeling happening. 

when you did, your hand came up to eddie’s shoulder and touched the curve of his neck, up to the back of his curls and tugged gently. your head already moved a little more so he’d have a clear view of your face as he looked back down to where you rested on his shoulder. 

his breath was hitting your face, but the smell of weed and alcohol only made you clench around his softening cock. in the midst of being cock drunk, you traveled up the back of his head and yanked the beanie off of his head, lazily pulling it on your head. it wasn’t perfect, but you didn’t care. 

he smiled a toothy grin at you, and moved his hand to fix how it sat lopsided on your head. 

“fuck,” he winced and scooted back on the couch again, still holding you tight, only just slipping out of you so you could feel the warmth of his cum dribble out of your hole and onto whatever surface below. 

“happy halloween,” you smiled and kissed over the bats on his chest. 

“uh,” eddie started and managed to sit you up, still sitting on his lap. he didn’t even care that the muscles under you were starting to go a little numb, because seeing you this fucked out for him made his cock jerk against your ass, half hard again, “i’m not done with you yet, it’s not even ten thirty.” 

you blushed as you tried to transfer your weight on his chest with your hands, relieving the pressure of your weight on his thighs once again. 

“what happened to worrying about the trick or treaters? you know, trick or treat, smell my feet?” you mocked breathlessly as the hair outside of his beanie cascades to frame your face. you even reached up to fix it some more before steadying again. 

he just smacked your ass with a stupid grin on his face, “i’ll do more than smell your feet, baby. show me a trick, maybe i’ll give you a treat.” 

you just laughed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. you pulled away only centimeters and grinned at the way he chased your lips. he could only feel the breath on his lips, not even the breath in his lungs as you spoke again, 

“i already showed you a trick. where’s my treat, hm?” 

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All I’m saying is… this? This is about to happen.

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-The terror... the fear...the thrills... of halloween night - 18+

Warnings: Smut, knife play, blood kink (tasting), Teratophilia (i guess), small fluff.

A/N:  happy halloween ya filthy animals.

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1984

“Baby girl” he sighs

“Don't baby girl me Billy, we were supposed to have a halloween date tonight, remember?”

“I remembered”

“Then why are you going to Tina’s Halloween party? And did not want to invite me, is it because you don't wanna be seen with me?”

“Of course I want to be seen with you!” he shouted. Causing everyone in the hallway. To look at us. “it's because i know you don't do parties, and i have to show up to overthrow Harrington at being keg king”

“Not everything with him has to be a competition, you know” I scoffed. 

“You don't understand, y/n”

“No i don't, have a nice halloween Hargrove” was the last thing i told him as i left him in the empty hallways. 

(that night)

me and Billy have been fighting a lot more recently, usually about my best friend Steve. I really didn't know what Billy was trying to prove when it came to Steve, that's why i was alone in my house on my most favorite holiday, we were supposed to be having a quite spooky movie night no parents, no siblings and pig out on candy but no he had to go to that stupid party to prove his so called dominance within the school system, i would have gone to the party with him if he asked but with his attitude lately i didn't want to deal with him or drunk people. I'm not going to let my boyfriend ruin my holiday. 

“Fuck it” i popped in my favorite movie Halloween. I had always been intrigued by masked killers ever since i was little, of course my friends thought i was weird because of it but whenever. It was quite thrilling, actually to be dominaned by a masked man. 

I was in the kitchen making some popcorn when I felt like someone was watching me. Peering through the kitchen window, I saw a shadow figure near the bushes, thinking it was just the neighborhood kids trick or treating. I ignored it. I moved to my living room and thought I saw another shadow near my back sliding door window, scoffing thinking I was getting parodied for it being halloween i ignored it again, laying back on the couch i watched the climax of the movie play out. I was so distracted by the killing scene that was playing out on the screen that I immediately jumped when the doorbell rang. I grabbed the candy bowl and opened the door to find no one there.

“Damn kids playing ding dong ditch again” I shook my head as I closed the front door. I didn’t notice the large figure creeping through the living room. As I turned, I was pushed roughly against the door. A large hand was over my mouth, preventing my scream from being heard. The intruder was tall and wore dark blue coveralls and a Michael Myers mask. I instantly felt exposed. I was only wearing a thin white button-down shirt and short booty shorts. He held a kitchen knife, which he used to slowly rip open my shirt. I struggled, fearing for the worse. The intruder didn't say anything as he devoured me with his eyes, I stopped struggling to wait…blue eyes. His hand that covered my mouth went to my neck.

“Billy?”

“Hey baby girl” I knew he was smirking behind the mask. 

“You jerk, you scared me.” I huffed, but then his hand squeezed tightly. Causing me to let out a breathy moan.

He chuckles as he continues to slice my shirt open. He discovered I was braless, I could see his eyes dilate. He suddenly lets go of me.  

“Run” he growled.

 I smirked as I sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could. I could hear the thundering footsteps of him behind me, each step he took turned me on as I raced to my bedroom. I slammed my door closed and locked it as I removed the last bit of clothing I had on. I jumped on the bed as I heard the floor creaking outside of my room. Eventually, I heard the handle trying to turn, Billy gave one solid kick, forcing the door open, he stepped inside of the room, his eyes taking in the sight of me bare on the bed. 

He slowly walked closer to where I lay on the bed. knife tightly gripped in his hand as he approached me. I squeezed my thighs shut as I looked up at the dark eye holes of the mask. He gently ran the back of his knife up my breast to my neck, the sharp tip dragging across my skin before pressing into the front of my neck, a thin trickle of blood falling down my breast. he leaned down, and when i  felt his warm breath on my skin, i realized he pulled his mask up slightly. His tongue ran over my skin gently, and I felt myself shudder with pleasure when he lapped up the crimson liquid.

“B-Billy” I moaned. He slowly went down the curves of my body as his fingers reached my drenched core. He softly ran his fingers over your entrance.

“So wet for me babygirl” his voice husky behind the mask. He pushed a single finger into me, my walls instantly clamped down “only one finger and you're squeezing me so tightly” he curled it as it pushed deep inside of me. I whimpered, wanting more.

“Please”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, abuse me, cut me, whatever you wish i just need more!” He added a second and third finger. My eyes rolled back as he finger fucked my tight pussy. He lifted the knife and pressed it back down into my skin, he made a deeper cut on my thigh, bending down his mouth and lapping up the blood then was immediately on my clit. The pain and pleasure made me see stars as he scissored his fingers inside of me as he continued to carve little lines on my thighs.

“Billy.. I’m”

“Cum for me” 

I could feel myself release on his fingers seeing white. He pulled the knife back and licked off the rest of my blood that coated the silver. Standing up He then removed his fingers from me and cleaned those off, slowly savoring my release and blood mixed together.

I looked up at him, dazed, and breathed heavily. He fixes the mask and he unzips the coveralls and rolls it at his lower hip, his bare chest sweaty, he pulls out his cock. 

“Do you want me to fuck you with the mask on? or off?”

“on”

“As you wish baby girl” he lines himself up, his tip tensing my slit. I wrapped my legs around his waist using my heels to push him in. He groaned as I squeezed him, and he was barely in. One thrust he roughly bottoms out, he growls as he fills every inch of my pussy. I moaned loudly when he pulled back, arching himself over me he thrust into me roughly. He used the head board as leverage. He began moving himself at a steady pace. He fucked me like He needed to remind me of who i belonged to. I love dominate Billy. faster and harder he moved, I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

 “ All mine” he growled in my ear.

“As much i love the masked i want to see my boyfriends face now as he fucks me” he ripped off the mask in one swift movement, his hair stuck on his sweaty face and neck. He looked delicious. He swallowed my moans as they spilled from my throat as he kissed me. His kisses went down to my throat, his teeth clamped down on my skin as his thrusts got sloppier. I gripped onto him and screamed out as I came over him, he was right behind me with his release, he growls out my name as his cum coats the walls of my pussy, right where it belongs. We whispered i love yous as we came down from our highs. He collapsed on top of me. 

“sorry for being a dick lately, and I didn't go too far with the cutting, did i?”

“its ok and no baby, it was actually kinda hot, especially when you licked up the blood” I giggled “ Also, what happened with going to Tina’s party?”

“good to know" he winked but he continued to speak "I realized how lame it was to keep competing with my girlfriend's best friend and I would rather spend my time with that said beautiful horror freak girlfriend because it is our date night after all” he chuckles.

“How did you know I fantasized about Myers?” 

“I heard from Harrington at basketball practice that you sorta have a thing for Michael Myers, so I decided to surprise you”

“It definitely was a good surprise” I grinned.

“Happy halloween, baby girl” 

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