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(18+ ONLY! Minors DNI, you are not welcome on my blog! Almost all of my writing is/will be smut, so move right along. Thank you.)
I only write for Eddie Munson 🩷 Smut will be labeled with a 🥵 emoji and fluff will be marked with a 🥰
Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🩷
Oneshots
A Fantasy Turned Surprise Reality 🥵
Mine 🥵
Halloween 🥵
The Secret 🥵
Saved From Darkness 🥰
I Can Fix That 🥵
My Whore 🥵🥵🥰
A Freaky Friday 🥵 A Very Freaky Friday 🥰🥵
My Bloody Valentine 🥵 (dark!Eddie x Reader) | My Perfect, Little Fucking Devil 🥵 (dark!Eddie x dark!Reader)
A Deadly Love Affair 🥵🥰 (dark!Eddie x Reader)
One That Didn’t Make It Back Home
The Baby Raccoon 🥰
Always and Forever, Baby 🥵 (dark!Eddie x Reader)
Hellfire Goodies 🥰🥵
Fade To Black 🥰🥵 (dark!Eddie x Reader)
Taming the Brat 🥵with some🥰 (older!Eddie x Reader)
My Neighbor Ghostface 🥵 (older!neighbor!Eddie x Reader)
Principal Higgins’ Daughter (FOI!Eddie x Reader) | I Shagged Principal Higgins’ Daughter 🥵🥰
Battle of the Bands 🥵
Unexpected Soulmate 🥰🥵
Prom Night 🥵🥰
The Forgotten Book Report 🥵
All Hallows Eve 🥵
Halloween Hunt 🥵
Series
The New Girl In Town | Rock Your World 🥵 | (more to come)
My Dad’s Friend masterlist (older!Eddie x Reader) 🥵🥰
Blurbs
Drugs and Tats | Sex and Love Confessions 🥵
The Collar and The Leash 🥵
Wayne’s Advice 🥰
High Life At The Park 🥰 | Love Confessions At The Park 🥰
Sleeping Beauty 🥵
Sit On My Face 🥵 | Riding On The Throne 🥵
You Hang Up 🥰
Cold 🥵
Pierced Nipples
A Very Metal and Merry Christmas 🥰
Bound and Gagged 🥵
Always Have Been, Always Will Be 🥰
Teasing Eddie 🥵
Wisdom Teeth 🥰
The Munchies 🥵🥰
Cuddling with Eddie 🥰
Depression 🥰 (angst to fluff)
Girl’s Night Out 🥰🥵
Belly Button Ring 🥵
Good Luck Charm 🥰
New Years Kiss 🥰
Imagines
Touching Eddie’s hair semi 🥵
Headcanons
Squirting 🥵
NSFW ABCs 🥵 | Pussy slapping 🥵
Exhibitionism 🥵
Munson Twins
Series
This series takes place in the late 90s, not the late 80s like the show 🩷
The Munson Twins part 1 🥵 | The Munson Twins part 2 🥵🥰 The Munson Twins part 3 🥰🥵
Oneshots
A Very Killer Halloween 🥵
Check out my Munson Twins text series here! 🥰
(I do not give permission to steal, repost, or copy any of my fanfictions! That is illegal and if I see my work being posted elsewhere and claimed as someone else’s I will not refrain from suing! 😘)
Hiding this post under a read more link due to potential Stranger Things season 5 spoilers. Only click the link if you’ve watched the first part of season 5.
Mr. Whatsit: “I’ll have your daughter home by 9, sir.”
Henry/One: “I’ll have your daughter home whenever the fuck I want her home.”
Vecna: “You’re never going to see your daughter again. I’m her Daddy now.”
Hey giiirrrllll!! I’m wondering if you want to make another PolyBuzz with Sam {Warfare}
It could be a little angst and- of course, so much love. So after the war and they couldn’t save Sam leg and they had to cut it off, so he only have one leg. Yes, he’s furious and sad. He lived with his girlfriend (that’s us!) and he think he no good as boyfriend because of one leg, he feel like he can’t do anything. She wants to show him that he is worth it and he can do anything he can. {whispers} the hot sex, ride him. 🤭
Soo… what do you think?
@dreamyjosephquinn
Sorry this took so long, I have had a very busy and stressful past few months
Dive into lifelike 1-on-1 AI chat with Sam - Warfare|Experience human-like conversations,emotional depth,and personalized scenarios powered
(I had this WIP sitting in my drafts for a few days and decided to edit it into something a little different than I was intending in the first place since ya know...Halloween is upon us. 😈 This isn’t part 3 of my Munson Twins series, but it does exist in the same universe. It’s kinda like a side story of sorts outside of the timeline of the series if that makes sense. With that being said, enjoy! 😘)
pairings: Eddie and Joey Munson x f!Reader
word count: 6k+
warnings (these aren’t in chronological order of the events of the fic, just listed at random): (18+ only, minors keep the fuck away!) fluff (only at the beginning lmao) con noncon/dubcon themes, unprotected p in v smut (the fact that my fics are all unprotected sex 💀 please wrap it up for real though), double penetration, oral (m receiving), fingering, handjobs, pussy slapping, degradation (the boys love their little whore. 😏), mentions of murder, mentions of fucking a murder victim, usage of Halloween costumes for pure filth (Eddie and Joey are referred to as Ghosty Eddie and Mikey Joey while they’re in costume), use of fake blood to look like a murder victim, etc
(@munsonsgirl71 back at it again with her amazing editing skills. 🥺🖤)
October 30th 8:06pm
You were laying across the couch on your side facing the TV with your head resting on Eddie’s lap, him lightly scratching his fingers along your scalp to further relax you while the three of you watched Halloween together, your legs laid across Joey’s lap where his thumbs rubbed soothing circles in the flesh of your thigh.
Your eyes were glued to the screen, but you were still hyper focused on the way their fingers were bringing you to such a state of relaxation. You loved moments like these where you were all cuddled up together and living in the moment, not a worry of the outside world on your minds.
Eddie’s eyes flickered between the TV and you during the duration of the movie, fixated on how into the movie you were and how you perked up every time Michael Myers came on screen, how you hummed along to his eerie background music as he went on his killing spree. Any normal person would find it weird and maybe even a bit creepy that you were so into a fictional serial killer, but to Eddie it made you the most adorable thing in the world.
“Yeah, you stab that bitch, Mikey!” You giggled faux maniacally, eyes wide like saucers as you watched Michael Myers slay yet another victim. Why you were so into a fictional murderer, you’d never understand yourself. Perhaps it was the way the actor portrayed Michael or the overall theatrics of the film surrounding his character. Whatever the reasoning, you knew it was okay either way because your boyfriends still loved you regardless of your interests in made up serial killers.
Joey couldn’t help but to chuckle at your rooting Michael on, giving your thigh a firm squeeze with his fingers as his gaze flicked from the movie to you. “So like, if Ed and I were to become serial killers one day, you’d be into that Baby?” His smirk was playful and he had no truth behind his words of becoming serial killers, he just wanted to see and hear your reaction.
You turned your head away from the TV to look over at Joey, your own smirk plastered on your features as you met his gaze. “I would help you pick out your victims and then fuck you while you’re covered in their blood.” You turned your attention back to the movie, smirk still on your face as you nuzzled it against Eddie’s lap.
Eddie and Joey shared a glance, one with raised brows and looks that said "we’ve really got ourselves a kinky one". What you said next, though, pulled their attention right back on you.
“If you were to make me your first victim, though, well...I would go out orgasming to say the least.” You kept your gaze on the TV screen, not needing to look at them to know your words had an effect on them. You could feel their dicks growing harder behind you, Eddie’s pressing against the back of your neck while Joey’s pressed against your lower back and ass. It thrilled you knowing something so sadistic could turn them on so easily, though you knew that was only the case because it’s you saying those things.
“Jesus you’re a sick minded little thing. I fucking love it.” Eddie groaned out, his fingers in your hair now gripping tight so he could yank your head back to meet his gaze. “Not that we’d ever actually kill you, but just the thought of you orgasming from us taking your life makes me so fucking horny.”
“Mmm I know. I can feel your hard ons pressing against me. There’s no hiding that from me.” You smirked up at him, giving your lips a moistening lick as you rubbed yourself against both of their straining cocks, earning deep groans from both their throats as they stared down at you. “I can take care of those, you know.”
“And miss the rest of the movie?” Joey teased, his chocolate orbs darkening more and more by the second as he gazed down at you, not really minding at all about getting distracted from the movie since it were you doing the distracting.
“Mmmm I’ve watched this movie hundreds of times, I don’t mind missing the rest of it to make my boys cum for me.” You turned in their laps so you were facing them, back now towards the TV and your attention fully on them. “Wanna jack you both off while you finger fuck and rub my pussy until I’m making a mess of the cushions and floor.”
“Jesus Christ.” They groaned in unison, manhandling you into a sitting up position so they could yank down your sleep shorts and toss them to the floor, quickly working at getting their own pj pants removed and discarded.
You bit your lip as you positioned your legs in a crisscross position, giving Eddie and Joey perfect access to your dripping folds while pressing your back against the couch behind you. You waited until they were settled beside you before wrapping your hands around their cocks, using your thumbs to smear the precum leaking from their swollen heads around them in circles and using it to lubricate your palms so you could stroke your hands down the entirety of their lengths then back up again.
“Fuck.” They moaned deeply, heads falling backwards for only a moment before their eyes were on you again, focused on the way your hands stroked up and down their cocks in steady successions.
“You’re so fucking good to us, Princess. So eager to make us cum all over your hands. Such a cum whore.” Eddie growled before reaching his hand out to give your cunt a firm slap, earning a pleased cry from your lips and a good hard stroke along both his and Joey’s lengths. “Fuck. Yeah you love it when we slap your whore cunt like that, huh?” He slapped your folds again, to which you let out a loud cry of affirmation in response.
“Yeah she does. Our precious whore can’t get enough of us slapping her equally whore cunt.” Joey agreed as he gave a slap of his own to your now stinging folds, hitting your clit in just the right way to make you buck your hips with an even louder cry, your strokes along their lengths only growing quicker.
“Mmmmm yeeaah! Fucking love it! Feels s’fucking good when you beat my pussy up.” You give a particularly hard stroke up their cocks before rubbing your thumbs in circles around their sensitive tips, swiping along their slits before stroking back downwards again, their resulting moans going straight to your cunt where you squeezed around nothing with a needy whine leaving your lips. “Need your fingers inside me, please! Feel so empty without you stuffing me in some way...”
Immediately they were slipping two fingers each inside you, finding the same rhythm in thrusting motions while their other hands rested on your knees to keep your legs spread apart for them, groans leaving their throats at the way you squeezed around their rapidly moving digits. “Better, Princess?”
“Mmhmmm! Fuck!” You moaned out as their fingers curled against that one toe curling spot inside you, your hips bucking against their fingers as your hands matched the pace of their fingers inside you, feeling the way their cocks throbbed beneath your touch. “Y’guys gonna cum for me? Mm? Want you boys to cum first for once... Come on, make a mess of my fists.”
“Gooooooddd.” Eddie gasped at your sudden show of dominance, thrusts of his fingers faltering a bit as his hips bucked up into your fast moving fist wrapped around his cock. “God you’re such a filthy cum whore. Our filthy cum whore.” His words had you squeezing around their fingers with a whimper, rapidly nodding your head as you sobbed out your agreement.
“Fuuuuuuck I’m gonna bust.” Joey groaned deeply, his own hips bucking up into your hand as he tried his best to keep the thrusts of his fingers in and out of you steady himself. “So close, sweet girl. Fuck, so close.”
“Mmm yeah, Joey? You and Eds gonna make my hands a sticky mess so I can lick them both clean?” You leaned in toward Joey to kiss him then, hard, swallowing the moan he let out from your filthy words, and after a few harsh pumps of your fists along his and Eddie’s throbbing lengths, they were both spilling ropes of cum onto your hands.
“Mmmm that’s it, boys! So fucking good for me!” You moan as you feel their cum painting your hands, leaning over to Eddie this time and giving him as fervorous a kiss as the one you gave Joey moments prior, moaning loud into his mouth when he gave his fingers a curl inside you, Joey matching his movements a second later. “Fuck!”
“Your turn.” Eddie growled into your mouth, yanking your hand off his cock so he could move to kneel on the floor in front of you, Joey following suit right after before the two of them dove forward and started flicking their tongues against your clit, pulling a lewd squeal from your throat as you bucked your hips against their fingers and tongues.
“Ooohh fuck, boys! Don’t stop! Fuck, don’t stop!” You cried as you arched your back off the couch, staring down at your boyfriends as they pushed you closer and closer to your own edge, tongues and fingers going ape shit on your cunt and pulling the loudest of squeals from your throat, not stopping until you were finally clenching and cumming hard for them.
They moaned as they lapped up your release as it dripped out of you, yanking their fingers from inside you once your cunt was licked clean, so they could suck all your cum from their fingers. That prompted you to start cleaning your own hands, greedily licking and sucking every drop of their cum from your fingers and swallowing with a deep, satisfied moan, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
“Fuck, you are so sexy.” Eddie groaned, reaching to grab you by the jaw so he could pull you in for a rough kiss, rubbing his tongue against your own so the three of yours cum could mix on your tongues. He forced you to kiss Joey next, you moaning loud into Joey’s mouth when he brought his hand up to grab your throat while he shoved his own tongue in your mouth, doing just as Eddie did and rubbing it against your own. “We taste so fucking good mixed together don’t we?”
You and Joey moaned into each other’s mouths in response, tongues licking at the other to savor as much as of the lingering taste of your mixed cum possible. A scream erupting from the movie momentarily stole Eddie’s attention from the two of you basically tongue fucking each other, and he watched intently as Michael Myers took yet another life, smirking wide as he started picturing himself making you his first victim like you mentioned earlier and doing things no slasher killer in movies would ever do.
“Hmmm...I wonder what it would be like to fuck my victim while the essence of life leaves her body...”
His words caught your attention and you found yourself smirking against Joey’s lips as an idea came to your mind. Oh you’ll find that out tomorrow night, Eds. Tomorrow night.
~
October 31st 3:15pm
“Hey babe, I have a quick que--” Joey stopped in his tracks when he realized you were no longer in the bedroom changing like you said you’d be, eyebrows furrowing when his eyes landed on the bed to find two Halloween costumes and a note in between. “--stion... Eddieee?” He called out after a moment, to which Eddie singsonged a yes in response. “Come here...”
Eddie could hear the confusion in Joey’s tone, so his ass was off the couch in seconds as his feet carried him toward your shared bedroom. “What’s up?” He questioned as he stepped in the room, him too stopping in his tracks right where Joey stood when he spotted the costumes and note as well, only because that’s where his brother’s eyes were trained. “What the fuck? Wait, where’s Y/N?”
“My exact thoughts, Ed. My exact thoughts.” Joey finally walked over to the bed to grab the paper, finding a handwritten note in black sharpie from you and reading it out loud.
Put these costumes on and come “hunt me down” at Steve’s Halloween party at 7 tonight. ;* Although, I have a feeling you’ll already know where I’ll be in his house. ;) Love you, my handsome boys!
Love always, your sneaky little girlfriend <3
Joey turned his gaze toward Eddie who was now walking over to the bed to find a full Ghostface costume with his name on it, Eddie raising his brows as he looked at Joey before grabbing the costume off the bed. “What is she up to?”
“No idea, but I’m highkey into it.” Joey let out a soft laugh as he grabbed the Michael Myers costume with his name on it, feeling the slow creep of a smirk beginning to tug at his mouth just thinking about the things you could be up to with this. “She really is quite the kinky one, huh?”
“Yes and I fucking love it. God I can’t wait to see what she has in store for us with this.” Eddie groaned delightedly, setting the costume packaging back down on the bed so he could take out his new Ghostface costume.
“I’m still confused as to where she ran off to and how she snuck out without us seeing?” Joey questioned as he joined his brother in opening his own costume, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled out each item one by one.
“I can guarantee you Robin and Steve helped with her escape, probably even brought the costumes for her too. Princess musta snuck out of the window without us hearing.” Eddie chuckled before he started pulling the mask over his head, smirk on his face as he looked at Joey who was playing with the fake butcher knife that came with his costume. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”
Joey laughed, giving his head a small shake as he stabbed Eddie with the fake knife, watching with amusement as the fake blade retracted back into the handle to make it look as though it sank into Eddie’s chest. “My favorite scary movie is the one where you die.” He joked, pulling the knife back before fake stabbing him again.
“Funny you say that, because that’s mine too!” Eddie faked a maniacal laugh before taking the fake knife that came with his costume and stabbing Joey right in the heart with it right back, his knife doing the exact same retracting trick as Joey’s. He fake stabbed Joey multiple times, which prompted Joey to fake stab Eddie multiple times back.
It took them a few long moments before they both started busting out laughing, Eddie yanking the mask off after a moment to catch his breath before tossing it back on the bed with the knife. “I don’t think this is what she had in mind when she surprised us with these costumes, but it’s still fucking fun stabbing you with this thing.”
“Right?” Joey laughed, stabbing Eddie one more time before tossing his knife back on the bed with his costume. “Either way, I can’t fucking wait until Harrington’s party. I already know she’s got quite the birthday surprise in store for us.”
“Oh I’m sure she does. She really does.”
~
You and Robin were giggling like a bunch of maniacs as Steve drove the two of you back to his house to finish getting everything set up for the party later, rolling his eyes with a smile as he listened to you go on about your plans for Eddie and Joey at the party, something about dressing up as a serial killer victim and surprising them when they find you in whichever room you decide to hide in. He really hoped you wouldn’t choose his room this time, he didn’t need a repeat of the night you three first hooked up in his bed.
“Do they like the fact that they were born on Halloween?” Robin asked as she faced you completely in the backseat, fingers poking and prodding at the fake blood bags you had her and Steve grab for you along with the boys’ costumes to go with your pair of very revealing white pj top and shorts that you had yet to actually wear, for your "serial killer victim" costume.
“I mean...they kinda use it to their advantage? They were telling me how they like to go around scaring little kids every Halloween night wearing scary demon and clown masks because it’s fun making them scream and cry, and they say they can get away with it because it’s their birthday.” You giggled, shaking your head with a small bite to your bottom lip as you smiled thinking about them. “My boyfriends may be mean, but they mean no real harm when they get up to their antics. And to be honest...it is kinda fun to scare some kids every once in a while.”
“Y’all are so sadistic.” Robin giggled, to which Steve huffed out a light laugh in response before verbally agreeing.
“Yeah, they destroyed my bed. Intentionally.”
“Hey Eddie was the one who chose the room, I was just too drunk and horny to tell him to choose a different room.” You smirked, giving your shoulders a slight shrug. “Not my fault they know how to make me squirt and cum multiple times.”
“Oh gross.” Steve groaned, rubbing a hand down his face as he continued driving.
“What? It’s not like you haven’t made a girl do that before.” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest, glancing at Steve’s reflection in the rearview mirror.
“Well yeah, but I don’t want to think about one of my friends who I see as a sister doing it in my bed.” He met your gaze in the rearview, eyebrows raised as he silently dared you to argue.
“Awww Stevie, you look at me as a sister?” You smiled at him in the mirror, placing your hand over your heart as though flattered. That’s gonna make messing up your bed again much more fun this time. “You’ve never told me that before.”
“Well it’s true.” He smiled back, pulling up his driveway before putting the car in park and turning the ignition off. “Alright are we ready to finish getting things set up for the party?”
You and Robin both groaned, which Steve scoffed at with a roll of his eyes and a small toss of his head backwards. “We just wanna get ready for the party, Steve. Perfection takes time!” Robin exclaimed and Steve only pinched the bridge of his nose with a defeated huff.
“It’s a Halloween party, not a runway.”
“And it’s also Eddie and Joey’s birthday, so I have to look perfect for them.” You counteract with a huff of your own, unbuckling your seatbelt before reaching to open your door.
“You already are perfect for them.”
“Yeah, but this is a different level of perfect, this is like...top tier perfect.” You whined as you grabbed your things before climbing out of the car, Steve letting out another groan in response.
“Alright fine. I’ll just call Nancy to come help with the rest. She’s coming tonight anyways.”
“Perfect. C’mon, Robs! Let’s go upstairs and get ready!” You grinned, closing the car door behind you before racing toward the front door of Steve’s house, Robin right on your tail with the blood bags tucked in her arms.
“Stay out of my room!” Steve called after you, shaking his head as he mumbled to himself how you were nothing but trouble sometimes.
~
The start of the party came fast and you were absolutely giddy while you waited for Eddie and Joey to show up so you could surprise them with their birthday present. You, their own personal victim to have their way with. You lied when you told Steve you needed time to get ready, all you needed to do was change into your slutty pajamas and put on a little bit of makeup, you just didn’t feel like helping him set the rest of the party stuff up because you were too excited for tonight. The real top tier perfection would come when the boys realized you had the blood bags hidden under Steve’s pillow to incorporate in your fun.
By the time the clock hit 7pm, you were already upstairs hiding in Steve’s room, out of sight of the door so any time he peeked his head in to make sure you weren’t in there, he couldn’t see you. You had to cover your mouth of a few times as to not give yourself away by giggling, not wanting him to ruin your plans by finding you and kicking you out to find another room, but now that the party was starting and he was busy downstairs welcoming party goers, you had not a worry.
To your better judgment, you had peeked out of Steve’s room to see if the coast was still clear, only to be met with the sight of Ghostface and Michael Myers heading right toward you. You squeaked before shutting the door and running to hide on the far side of Steve’s bed, already knowing they saw you and knew you’d be in there anyway, but wanting to play this out as though you were really being hunted by a couple of killers.
You had easily slid your way under Steve’s bed, shuffling to the side closest to the door so you could have a view of the door as it opened and the two pairs of legs you’d been waiting for came into view. You bit down on your lip as they slowly stalked their way inside looking for you, feeling the way your heart started pounding against your chest from the adrenaline pumping through you.
“We know you’re in here... There’s no hiding from us, little lady.” Eddie said in an eerily Ghostface like voice, sending waves of arousal straight through you already from the mere dedication he was taking with this, watching as he rounded the foot of the bed to look for you. “Come out come out wherever you aaaaaare.”
You knew there would be no use in running when you came out of hiding, but you still decided to go for it anyway to continue putting on your little show. Waiting until both Ghosty Eddie and Mikey Joey were a tad bit further from the bedroom door, you quickly shuffled your way out from underneath the bed to stand up and make your escape, barely making it 2 feet away from the bed before a hand shot out to grab you by the ponytail and yank you back towards them.
“Where do you think you’re going, Sweetheart?” Ghosty Eddie growled in your ear once he had your back pressed against his chest, causing you to swallow hard as his arms caged you against him and he pressed his fake knife to your throat. “I wanna know what your favorite scary movie is before I gut you like a fish.”
“No, please!” You whimpered, trying your best to break free from his grasp only to be squeezed tighter in his arms with the plastic blade pressing harder against your throat. Mikey Joey moved to stand in front of you then, blocking any other attempt of an escape if you dared try, his knife clutched tightly in his hand as he stared down at you. “Please.” You whispered as you looked up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
“You think begging is going to help you?” Ghosty Eddie chuckled darkly, giving his head a few quick shakes before leaning down to press the mouth of the mask to your ear. “Begging will only get you killed much quicker. Either way, you’re dying tonight.”
“I’ll do anything. Anything!” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes even though they weren’t genuine ones of fear, moreso just your emotions playing along quite well to what you were doing at the moment.
“Shut the fuck up and get on the bed.” Ghosty Eddie growled as he removed the knife from your throat, giving your body a hard shove so you landed on the mattress with a cushioned thud.
You immediately scrambled up towards the head of the bed where the pillows were, giving your lip a hard bite as you sat with your knees pulled up to your chest while you stared at the two masked killers before you with fake fear in your eyes, not wanting them to show mercy at all, but playing it off as though you did.
Mikey Joey was on the bed first, taking you by complete surprise as he swiftly crawled his way up toward you to yank your legs back down to the bed so he could pin you to it, each of his strong legs resting at either side of your thighs to lock you in place while one of his hands pinned you down by the throat, the other gripping his fake butcher knife as he pressed it against your clothed cunt.
You let out a shaky gasp at that, tears slipping down your cheeks now as you gazed up into Mikey Joey’s wide blown pupils. He tilted his head as his eyes followed the trail of one of your tears down your cheek, his hand wrapped around your throat moving so he could wipe away the tear with his thumb. The inkling of an intimate moment only lasting a few seconds before his hand was back around your throat and giving a harsh squeeze, pulling a deep moan from your parted lips in response.
“Oh she likes that, Myers. Squeeze her throat even more.” Ghosty Eddie prompted as he finally joined the two of you on the bed, smirking wide beneath the mask when Mikey Joey did as told and pressed his fingers more mercilessly into your throat, causing your eyes to roll back as you started choking out another moan.
“Goooood... Now let’s see how wet this is making her.” Ghosty Eddie continued before gripping your barley there sleep shorts in his hands and ripping them right in half, not even bothering to check how drenched they’d become before their inevitable destruction. He hummed in deep satisfaction as his mask covered eyes took in sight of your arousal flooded cunt before immediately swiping three fingers through your folds to collect your juices, guttural growl leaving his throat when he felt how soaked you’d become. “Fuck, it’s like a tsunami came through here.”
Mikey Joey momentarily dropped his knife so he could feel for himself how wet this was making you, letting out a deep groan of surprise from how gliding his fingers through your folds drenched them completely. “Fuck.” He broke character without a care, hand around your throat loosening a bit so you could catch your breath to answer his followed question asked with an intrigued smirk. “You really would orgasm while being murdered by us, wouldn’t you?”
“Yup.” You answered matter-of-factly before taking in a long gasp of oxygen since your windpipes were no longer cut off from their supply, your eyes now set on your birthday boys as your lips twisted into a smirk. “I have something I want to show you.” You murmured before reaching your hands beneath the pillows and pulling out the few bags of fake blood you tucked under there hours earlier. “So you can "murder" me while you murder my insides with your delicious cocks.”
“Oh you’re really full of surprises, huh Prettybaby?” Ghosty Eddie growled, grabbing one of the blood bags and squeezing the contents between his fingers as he inspected it. “This stuff edible?”
“Don’t think so, no.” You bit your lip, staring at his hand as he fiddled with the fake blood, zoning in on his pussy drenched fingers in particular and how fucking sexy they looked toying with a bag of blood.
“Shame. Would be a lot more fun if it were.” He smirked in response, moving his gaze from the blood to you and catching you as you hyperfixated on his hand, his smirk only growing from there. “You like what you see? If so, I’ll really show you what these hands can do.”
You licked your lips as you kept your gaze on his hand, letting out a soft yeah in response before holding the other two blood bags out to him and Mikey Joey as your eyes flicked between the two of them. “Fuck me. Kill me. Let’s make a big bloody mess of Steve’s sheets because it’s your birthday and you can get away with it.”
Your words had them groaning in unison and immediately Ghosty Eddie was right there beside where Mikey Joey had you pinned to the bed, his hands quickly working at unscrewing the cap off the bag of fake blood he already had before tipping it and squeezed its contents all over you. It caught you off guard a bit, but when he followed up by repeatedly stabbing you with the retractable knife that came with his costume, it had you moaning all over again.
You were so caught up in Ghosty Eddie’s actions that you didn’t notice Mikey Joey taking his painfully throbbing length out of the confinements of the costume to shove it inside you in one thrust, pulling a surprised scream from your throat that he cut off with a hard squeeze around your throat. “Die.” He growled before pulling his hips back and slamming right back in, repeating the action several times in a row and earning even more choked screams from your throat.
Ghosty Eddie snatched up the other two bags of blood and splattered some on himself and Mikey Joey after opening one, making it look as though your blood splattered all over them while they "killed" you. He emptied the rest on you while Mikey Joey murdered your cunt into oblivion, making sure you were good and covered in the blood to make it seem as though they really did a number on you. The third bag? Well, he saved that for Steve’s bed specifically. If this was where your fake murder was taking place, then it needed to look legitimate.
You already knew Steve was going to probably actually kill the three of you for doing this in his bed, but in the moment of being drilled into by Mikey Joey while he started jabbing his prop knife into every inch of your body covered by the blood that he could manage, you were far from concerned of the consequences. Your noises only grew more lewd as Ghosty Eddie started stabbing you as soon as he finished ruining yet another pair of Steve’s sheets with the blood, your sounds making him smile wickedly behind his mask.
“Are you gonna cum and die for us?” He asked in his Ghostface voice again, to which you nodded and moaned the best you could in response with Mikey Joey’s hand squeezing the shit out of your throat while he fucked you. “Not yet you aren’t.” He growled, moving to position himself next to his brother between your now willingly spread thighs while he worked at freeing his own aching cock from underneath the confinements of his costume, getting it pulled out and exposed so he could shuffle forward and push himself inside you with Mikey Joey’s next forward thrust into you.
The scream you choked out in return went straight to their cocks fucking into you, the two of them setting a harsh pace in thrusts that sent their lengths ramming up into the most delicious of spots inside you with every one and eliciting more screams from your throat as you held onto the backs of your thighs while taking their every splitting thrust into you.
They resumed their play murderous stabbing then, both using a force to match the way they fucked into you knowing it wouldn’t actually hurt you when the blade "disappeared" into your body, stabbing you over and over and over again until screaming was the only thing you could think to do. “You sound so sexy when you die for us.” Ghosty Eddie grunted, grabbing onto your thigh with his free hand now for a firm hold as he stabbed and fucked into you as though his goal were to actually make you orgasm and die.
Tears were spilling down your face now, the pleasure of being fucked and choked while living out one of your wildest fantasies with your boyfriends becoming so overwhelming you couldn’t help but to sob out in response as you gave a vise-like squeeze around them, earning roaring moans from their throat as they kept their thrusts and actions up.
“Damnit, Y/N! I told you to stay out of my room!” There was Steve’s very unpleased voice sounding from the side which had the three of you looking over to find him with a very flustered girl standing beside him. “You owe me new sheets, missy! What the actual fuck with all that blood!? You three really are sadistic, aren’t you?!”
“Sorry, Stevie...” Eddie and Joey smirked before Ghosty and Mikey’s attention were back on you so they could continue to stab their knives into you while their cocks fucked you into oblivion.
“Why can’t you be this kinky?” The girl with Steve asked before he groaned defeatedly and slammed his bedroom door shut behind them, leaving the three of you smirking to yourselves.
“I’m gonna fucking cum.” You groaned behind Mikey Joey’s hand around your throat as your walls squeezed around their cocks on its own accord, feeling your belly growing hotter and hotter as though there was someone inside lighting your insides aflame.
“Come on then. Show us what you got.” Ghosty Eddie growled in response, his hand holding your thigh dropping to start rubbing ferocious circles on your clit that had you screaming, crying, and clenching so hard around them it triggered all three of your orgasms simultaneously. “Fuuuuuuuuck!”
The two of them fucked you through your high, watching as your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head while your jaw stayed parted with elongated moans leaving your throat, your moans stopping after a few moments as you went limp beneath them. If they hadn’t known this were a game all along, they’d have been worried that you actually passed out on them, but knowing this was all part of your plan, they went along with it.
“Sheeit, I didn’t even get an answer on what her favorite scary movie is.” Ghosty Eddie pouted as he stared down at your "lifeless" body beneath him and Mikey Joey, all their movements now at a halt, but their softening cocks still stuffed inside you.
You couldn’t help but to smirk at that, eyes finally opening after a minute so you could look up into the eyes of the Ghostface mask. “It’s not either of your movies, but maybe next time we do something like this, we can actually film it, so that that can be my favorite scary movie.”
“Fucking Hell.” They groaned at that, the both of them ripping their masks off their heads so they could lean down and kiss you hard at the same time, all three of your tongues dancing and tangling with another as you moaned into each other’s mouths, your hands gripping tight on their costumes to hold them closer to you.
“Happy Birthday, boys. I love you.”
“We love you. Best. Birthday. Ever.”
(Happy Halloween, everyone! Please let me know your thoughts on this and leave a reblog as well if you could! 🥰)
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warnings: 18+ only! This fic is not for minors, so DNI! stalker/murderer themes, con noncon themes, choking, unconscious!reader, mentions of prior somnophilia experiences, nipple play, rough unprotected p in v smut, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, profanity, etc
summary: It’s Halloween 1989, your three year anniversary with your boyfriend Eddie, and to celebrate you made a very special request that he just couldn’t say no to.
It was around 10:30 when you slipped away from Steve’s already rowdy Halloween bash, having gotten fed up with all of the alcohol induced craziness of your past high school classmates, so you dragged Eddie out back and convinced him of a better way to finish celebrating your anniversary. You’ve been dating for exactly three years now and instead of spending the rest of your anniversary around people you could care less about (besides your small friend group, of course), you brought up the idea of having him "stalk and follow" you home since his costume choice this year was Michael Myers.
Eddie, of course, was all for the idea and even went right into character after whispering in your ear to run. When you didn’t run at first, it had him tilting his head to the side before slowly raising his prop knife, and it was that very move that had you turning and hightailing it towards the woods behind Steve’s house. Eddie was right behind you, slowly following you but also keeping a close distance, just like Michael Myers did in the movies.
Of course you wanted to stick with your idea of being an oblivious victim being stalked and followed home, so once you made it out of the woods and to the main road you acted as if you had no idea Eddie, or rather "Michael", was right behind you. Every so often you would pause your walking and spin around as if you felt uneasy, which had Eddie ducking behind a tree or the nearest object that would obstruct him from your view.
You started feeling giddy the longer you wandered around town, the streets mostly quiet save for a few teenagers going around TPing and egging people’s property as Halloween pranks. You purposely avoided the direction of your house for a while so you could savor as much of the chase that you could before deciding to flee home when you finally "spotted" your Halloween stalker. You knew Eddie was right behind you, you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask as he followed close behind.
An idea suddenly came to your brain and it had you smirking to yourself as you slowed your walking. It was always common in horror movies for sexually active teenagers to be some of the first victims, so you wondered how Eddie would react if you brought the subject of sex up. “God what I would give to get laid right now. This night has been so boring.” You sighed heavily, speaking loud enough for Eddie behind you to hear.
You heard as the pace of his footsteps picked up, which had you turning around and letting out a shrill scream of faux terror as he raised his knife to "stab" you, causing you to topple backwards onto the sidewalk you were walking on to avoid the blade. You quickly scrambled back to your feet and that’s when you decided it was the perfect time to head towards your house, running as fast as you could to "escape" your murderous stalker.
Thankfully your parents were on a cruise for the week, so you had the house to yourself to do whatever you pleased without consequence. Obviously you weren’t going to trash the place by throwing a huge party, but you were going to have a little Halloween/anniversary fun with your boyfriend. If anything got misplaced during your shenanigans tonight then you would just take care of it in the morning.
Once you reached your house, you cursed under your breath when you realized you left your house key in your bag back at Eddie’s, but you remembered that there was a spare key under the planter on the front steps, so you used that to get in instead. As you were opening the door, Eddie came up behind you and jabbed the knife into your left shoulder, "narrowly missing" your lung. You screamed in horror as you rushed inside, grabbing a lamp off of one of the tables in the front foyer and pretending to swing it at Eddie as he came up on you.
He easily dodged the lamp and yanked it out of your grip before "dropping" it to the floor, him actually placing it down in a position that looked as if it were dropped, following your retreating form towards the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. He purposely took his time walking up each step, wanting to give you enough time to "hide" before inevitably finding you. He started with the guest room first then moved on to your parents room, finally moving on to your room after not finding you in either of those.
You held your breath as you heard his footsteps coming into your room, peeking through the slats of your closet doors to see if you could spot him. You could hear his own heavy breathing as he searched your room, knowing he was going to find you eventually since the closet was the only place you could be. You pressed your hand to your mouth when you saw his shadow stop on the other side of the doors, trying not to make a noise, but despite your efforts to stay quiet he still swung the doors open as though you did.
You immediately tried to make a run for it, but were met with a firm grip of his hand at the back of your neck to yank you back towards him, his hand sliding around to wrap around your throat instead so he could pin you against him. “Noooo!” You cried out in terror, trying to wiggle yourself free from his grip, but his hold was too strong. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, jaw going slack as he squeezed your throat hard enough to send your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
He taunted you by breathing heavily into your ear, feeling as he brought the knife up to start "stabbing" you in the stomach. You choked out a sob in response, giving a nice hard blow of your elbow against his abdomen which had him releasing your throat with a groan. You only made it a foot away before he was picking you up from around the waist and body slamming you onto your bed, pulling a loud moan from your throat at the sheer strength of his actions, which had him smirking beneath the mask. He knew you loved it when he manhandled you.
“Please.” You gasped, giving your head several side to side shakes as he started crawling his way on top of you, his hand returning to its home around your throat and pressing you firmly into your mattress. Your jaw slackened and eyes rolled into the back of your head from the force of his squeeze around your throat, sucking any and all oxygen right from your windpipe.
You tried your best to "fight back", hands pounding against his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his costume as you clawed at him to get him to release you. But he didn’t budge, only tightened his grip around your throat until you actually passed out from the lack of oxygen. Eddie gave your cheeks a few hard taps to see if you still held any sort of consciousness, but when you didn’t open your eyes he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
When you brought this whole idea up to Eddie you told him he could do anything he wanted with you, you had zero limits when it came to him because you trusted him with your life, so it was his plan all along to "have his way with you" while you were unconscious. He knew you wouldn’t stay unconscious for very long, you never did any of the other times he fucked you while you were not of a conscious mind.
He spent a few moments admiring how pretty and helpless you looked laying beneath him, your chest slowly rising and falling with each breath you took in your forced slumber, before reaching his hands out to grip onto your skimpy little costume and rip it in two, his cock stirring beneath his own costume at the sight of your bare chest now on display for him. He watched as your nipples hardened from the exposure to the cold air in your room, him having opened your bedroom window before "finding" you hiding in your closet, it was all part of his plan.
He brought his hands to your breasts to start circling your nipples with his thumbs, giving his growing erection a few rocks against your exposed cunt and groaning deeply when he felt the fabric of his costume becoming soaked with your arousal. Already so wet for me, such a good little play thing. He moved his hands to start freeing his cock from the special opening he made for this costume, knowing you loved it whenever he fucked you dressed in full get up while you were left completely naked.
After giving his length a few strokes, Eddie glided it through your juicy folds to naturally lube it up a bit, gripping onto your waist now as he lined the head of his cock up with your tight hole and filled you with one fluid thrust forward. He moaned at how easily his cock slipped inside you, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips before starting to rapidly thrust in and out of you, mentally cursing to himself at how tight and wet you felt.
His eyes were trained on your tits as they bounced with each hard thrust into you, grabbing his prop knife from where he had set it on your bed before trailing the tip of it along your underboob, guiding it between the valley of your breasts up towards your neck where he held the blade against your throat with mild force. He knew he didn’t have to worry about accidentally cutting your jugular since the knife was plastic, so he was going to have as much fun with it as he could.
He moved his gaze towards your face now, watching and waiting for any signs showing you were coming back to consciousness. It usually didn’t take much for you to come to, not when it came to his fat cock splitting you open in the most delicious ways. The first time he fucked you awake in the early hours of the morning, it took only a minute before you started returning to consciousness, and he could still to this day picture the pure look of ecstasy on your face when you opened your eyes to gaze upon him hovering above you while he pounded his cock in and out of you.
He wanted to see it now, wanted to see the way your eyes lit up while throaty moans erupted from your pretty lips, the way your jaw would slacken and head would fall back in pleasure. He wanted it so badly that he started amping up the force of his thrusts, aiming for every spot inside your sweet cunt that he had memorized over the years, the spots that always had you screaming his name and making a creamy mess of his cock. And he got just what he wanted when cute little whimpers and moans started escaping your throat as your consciousness returned.
You almost forgot where you were and what was happening until your eyes opened and landed on "Michael Myers" having his way with you, your brain a bit foggy after being choked out unexpectedly. Not that you minded, you absolutely loved it when Eddie wasn’t afraid to take things to a rougher level. Your hands immediately reached to grip onto his biceps as a loud moan erupted from your throat, your heavily lidded gaze fixated on Eddie’s eyes through the holes of the mask. “Fuck, Baby, just like that.”
Eddie grunted in response, keeping up the force and pace of his thrusts just the way you liked it. He pressed the knife harder against your neck while his free hand lowered to rub at your clit, letting out a deep groan at the way your walls tightly clamped around his cock in response. His thumb continued rubbing circles into your clit with purpose, bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm quite quickly and little did you know, it was only your first orgasm of the night.
You let out a loud cry of pleasure when your orgasm washed over you, your cunt giving another clench around his cock as your cum coated each inch of it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the intensity of his thrusts only increased with your orgasm, your nails now biting into the fabric of his costume as you gripped onto him for dear life. “EEEEEEEEddie! Fuuuuuuuck!” You sobbed as you arched your back in pleasure, your head thrown back against your pillows as Eddie chased his own orgasm, giving multiple clenches around his cock to help get him there.
He growled at your repeated squeezing of his cock, tossing his head back with a roaring moan when his orgasm soon hit and had thick spurts of cum painting your cervix. It was at this moment he decided Michael needed to go, quickly yanking the mask off and tossing it to your floor so he could start kissing and nipping along your bruised throat, not letting up on his thrusts in the slightest. “You feel so fucking good, Sweetheart. M’not quite finished fucking you yet, need to make you orgasm for as many years we’ve been together.”
“Please, Baby.” You nodded in agreement with an even louder moan, your legs now wrapped tight around his waist to lock him in place. “Gonna fill me up for as many years we’ve been together too? Gonna make me a little creampie?” You knew he would, Eddie always enjoyed filling you full of his cum.
“You’re damn fucking right I am.” He grunted, kissing along your jaw now towards your lips where he kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as you kissed him with fervor in return. His hands moved to cup your face, his hips slamming against yours with each forward thrust into you and causing the fabric of his costume to rub up against your clit in a toe curling manner.
“Mmmm I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Then cum.” He growled, rubbing your clit even more which immediately triggered your second orgasm, this time a heavy flow of squirt drenching the front of his costume and your bedding. “Fuck! That’s my girl! You know I fucking love it when you soak me.” He groaned delightedly, your continued clenches around his cock coaxing him to his own release, his hips momentarily stilling as he unloaded inside you before starting his thrusts up again. “One more.”
“I’m so fucking close.” You moaned, giving your own hips forward rocks to meet his every thrust. It was always easy for Eddie to make you cum for him, which he just loved to tease you for. He knew your ex before him was never able to get you there, so his teasing was his way of rubbing it in even if your ex was clueless to that fact.
“Close already? You sure about that?” He teased with a smug smirk on his face, giving even faster and harder rubs to your clit that had your head flying back with a lewd cry of his name as an even more intense orgasm rocked your body. “There it is! Only I can make you come undone on my cock like that, huh?”
“Yes yes yes! Only you, Eddie! You’re the only one! Always only you!” You sobbed, giving squeeze after squeeze around his cock to coax his final release out of him, crying out with pleasure when you felt his cock twitch and spill into you. “Mmmmm gimme!” You whined, milking him of every drop.
“Fuck.” He groaned, leaning in to kiss you again as he fucked you both through your highs, his thrusts only slowing and coming to a complete stop when neither of you could take anymore. “God I love you.” He breathed into the kiss, his thumbs caressing your cheeks now.
“I love you too, Baby.” You murmured, pulling away to smile up at him. “Happy anniversary, Eds.”
“Happy anniversary, my sweet girl.” He hummed. “Same time next year?”
You giggled at that, giving your head a nod before kissing him once more. Tonight was definitely perfect and you were excited to celebrate the same way for years to come.
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warnings: 18+ only! This fic in not for minors so DNI! descriptions of fake torture and murder, con noncon themes, rough unprotected p in v smut, choking, slapping, mild profanity, little to no dialogue, etc.
summary: After a lot of convincing, you got your boyfriend to agree to a crazy fun Halloween night spent playing a “deadly” game of cat and mouse in a corn maze after hours.
The cool autumn breeze rustled the dried corn stalks of the corn maze as you ran as fast as your feet would allow you, making your escape from the psychotic clown hot on your tail. He’d been chasing you through the maze for a total of five minutes and to say you had absolutely zero clue where you were was an understatement. The maze was much larger than it was last year, which was partly what made this whole cat and mouse chase you and Eddie were currently doing exhilarating, but the fact that the only light source you had to illuminate the maze was the moon hidden behind the clouds, you couldn’t see a damn thing.
The maze was closed to the public for the rest of the evening now that Halloween night was coming to an end, but that didn’t stop you from slipping the son of the owner of the corn maze $100 to let you “rent out” the maze for an hour. You told Eddie you wanted to have a crazy fun Halloween night and you were going to stop at nothing to make your plan happen. Eddie was hesitant at first to agree to your idea, but after a lot of convincing with that pretty mouth of yours, he had no choice but to give in.
Eddie was actually quite happy with his decision to go through with your idea, getting the biggest adrenaline rush he’d ever experienced from the act of stalking you down as Art the Clown alone. You and Eddie both enjoyed the Terrifier films, he found Art to be quite the slasher legend, so when you found out he wanted to go as Art for Halloween you were beyond thrilled and had all sorts of ideas on how to spend Halloween night swimming around in that head of yours.
This idea, of course, prevailed over the rest of them in the end.
Eddie went all out with his costume. Between a real prosthetic Art mask and fake teeth, a high quality costume with realistic blood splatter, and a trash bag filled with props of every torture and murder device Art uses in the movies, he could pass as Art the Clown himself. The fact that he was so dedicated in putting together his costume to make sure it was spot on had you feeling things you should have been ashamed about, but since it was Eddie, you weren’t.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard him honking his clown horn prop not too far behind you, knowing he was closer to you than you originally anticipated. Your heart pounded in your chest when you took a sharp right and ran straight into a corn stalk, the speed of your movement causing you to stumble backwards and fall straight to your back after colliding with the tall plant. The fall took the breath right out of you, but you weren’t about to just lay there and catch your breath when you had a killer clown on the hunt.
You quickly got back to your feet, using your hands now to feel your surroundings while you tried finding your way out of the cloaked-in-darkness maze, taking multiple deep breaths to make up for the air that was nearly sucker punched out of you. Another few loud honks of the clown horn had you squealing in fear, which made a maniacal laugh erupt from Eddie in the close distance behind you. Soon you heard footsteps and crunching in the actual corn stalks beside you, knowing that it meant he was taking a fucking short cut to get to you.
That cheater! You internally whined as you started picking up the pace, trying your hardest not to run into anymore corn stalks as to not give away your precise location again. After roughly ten more minutes of running around trying to find the exit, you finally managed to track it down, heading straight for Eddie’s van parked in the near distance after rushing out of the corn stalks. A pair of arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground had you screaming into the night, your body thrashing around in Eddie’s hold as he threw you over his shoulder.
“Nooooo! Please!” You cried out, your fists slamming against his back to try fighting for your freedom, but to no avail of course. An almost demonic growl sounded from Eddie’s throat as he carried you towards his van, which had a flood of arousal coursing straight to your cunt. Art wasn’t vocal in the films, but that wasn’t going to stop Eddie from being so. He was going to stick with the no talking aspect of Art’s character, but he just couldn’t keep 100% quiet, especially when he was going to have his cock inside you very soon.
You gasped loud as Eddie practically threw you onto the blankets in the back of his van, squirming beneath his towering form when he pinned you between his legs to start zip-tying your wrists together. You stared up at him with faux fear in your eyes as he hooked your tied wrists over the headrest of his seat, squeezing your thighs together when he looked at you with a devilish grin. You knew what was coming next and it had your cunt throbbing with a feral desire.
Eddie forced your thighs apart, his dark gaze taking in the sight of your glistening cunt beneath the short frilly skirt you decided to wear as part of your "costume" tonight before his hand came down for a harsh slap to your folds, pulling a loud cry mixed with pain and pleasure from the depths of your lungs. He used four fingers to rub at your dripping cunt for a few moments before giving another slap, a twisted smile tugging at the corners of his lips as it had your hips bucking in response with another cry of pleasure.
A low whimper escaped your throat when he climbed out of the back of his van and slammed the doors shut, leaving you alone and in silence for several moments before he finally climbed into the front seat. When the engine started up and you heard the gear shifting into drive, your adrenaline was pumping through you all over again, but this time more from sexual excitement rather than fear. You had no idea what Eddie had in store for you next, but you knew it was going to involve some mind blowing sex either way.
After driving around for what felt like ages, the van finally came to a complete stop, Eddie killing the engine seconds later. You bit down hard on your bottom lip when he climbed into the back to start digging through his bag of "surprises", watching with anticipation rampant in your orbs as he gave a few thoughtful taps to his chin before he held a finger up as if a light bulb went off with a sickening grin overtaking his features, reaching into the bag then to pull out the hacksaw prop. You immediately fought against your restraints to try "escaping" from your captor, but you knew there would be no use since there was nowhere for you to go. You could run, but you certainly couldn’t hide.
He started to crawl towards you in the most predatory manner, silently mocking the fake sobs you were now letting out as he closed in on you. He dragged the bag with him, wanting to make sure he had easy access to the rest of his devices inside for when he wanted to switch things up. Before he started using the fake props, he pulled his actual pocket knife out to cut your shirt and skirt right off of you, pulling a shocked gasp from your pretty lips as the chilled air in the van hit you.
“That was my favorite outfit, you evil son of a bitch!”
Eddie let out a snarl before his hand shot out to grab you by the jaw, his fingers harshly squeezing the flesh of your cheeks as he yanked you closer to his Art covered features, his eyes flicking across your face with what looked to be utter distaste before he tossed his pocket knife to the side and grabbed the hacksaw once again.
You rapidly shook your head from side to side with an audible swallow of your saliva when he started to bring the hacksaw to the ball joint that connects your shoulder to your arm, letting out your best blood curdling scream when he started "cutting off" your arm. Eddie was impressed with how well you were playing into your own role, his cock hardening from just how hot that scream was. You couldn’t help but to smirk when you noticed the tent quickly growing against the fabric of his costume, your gaze flicking from his erection back up to his face. He’s totally enjoying this!
Originally Eddie was going to "torture and murder" you before having his way with you, but now his plans were changing because his cock was so painfully hard that he needed to be inside you now. Immediately he was pulling apart the self made opening he added to his costume where his cock was raging against, not even giving you warning before he was impaling you on his cock, pulling an even more lewd scream from your throat. His thrusts were ruthless, not giving any considerate thought to your poor cunt as he pounded away inside you.
Your head was thrown back as he punched the breath right out of you with each forced thrust of his cock, giving him ample opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat and give an eye rolling squeeze. You choked out a guttural moan from the pleasure of his thrusts and squeeze around your throat, your cunt giving a quick clench around his cock in unison which had him letting out a pleased grunt of his own.
Eddie so badly wanted to tell you how good you felt, how you were doing so well for him, but he didn’t want to break character, not quite yet. Keeping his hand around your throat, he reached with his other hand to grab another prop weapon from his bag, pulling out the chainsaw this time. As he pushed the button, the sounds of a chainsaw coming to life filled the van on top of skin slapping against skin, and it had you letting out another scream as you shook your head some more.
“Nooooo please don’t!”
Of course he ignored you, bringing the chainsaw down to "saw off" your other arm which was still hung up on the back of the driver’s seat headrest with the other, grinning sadistically as it had you screaming some more. Releasing your throat, he reached to release your arms from where they were being restrained before grabbing his pocket knife again and using it to cut the zip tie around your wrists, watching as you let your arms fall limp above your head as though they’d really been cut off.
You pretended to start losing consciousness as though from blood loss, which had him growling and giving hard smacks to one side of your face before grabbing you by the throat again and forcing you to look up at him, your cunt clenching around his cock at the animalistic look in his eyes while he continued pounding away inside you. Your jaw started to go slack as the pleasure quickly built, keeping your gaze locked on Eddie’s as he focused on murdering you and your cunt.
He could tell you were getting close to your orgasm, which prompted him to bring his hand down and start rubbing your clit in fast circles, wanting to pull another delicious scream from your lungs while he "finished you off". Grabbing the chainsaw again, he pressed the button so it made sounds before forcefully pressing the tip into your abdomen, earning the exact scream he was looking for when your orgasm hit and had your cunt convulsing around his cock as you came hard for him.
He groaned at how tight your cunt squeezed him, tossing the chainsaw to the side so he could get a firm grip on your waist and start hammering his cock in and out of you to chase his own release, wanting to make a nice creamy mess of your insides to match the mess you made of his cock. All he needed was a few harsh thrusts and a lewd scream of his name as you clenched more around him to trigger his orgasm, his head thrown back with a feral growl as he buried himself to the hilt to paint your insides.
You milked him for every drop of cum he had to give, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him right where you needed him most. He grinned at that, leaning down to press to your lips the first kiss of the night since your fun began and humming when you hungrily returned it, keeping his length buried all the way inside you as he reached to roughly cup your jaw between his fingers.
There was a sudden pounding on the back doors of the van after a few minutes, which had Eddie and you both nearly jumping out of your skin and giving each other weary looks when he broke your heated make out session. After pulling out of you and covering you with a blanket, Eddie tucked his cock back inside his costume before going and swinging open the back doors of his van, revealing a very displeased Chief Hopper standing there with his hands resting on his hips.
“Could you two keep it down out here? You may be in the middle of the woods, but some people still walk their dogs out here and one of them thinks someone is being murdered.”
Eddie smirked wickedly at that and if it weren’t for Hop recognizing his van, he probably would have actually believed this was a real killer clown committing murder on Halloween night. “Sorry Chief, she just loves it when my cock and I murder her.” With another smirk, he closed the doors again before turning back towards you to continue the Halloween fun you two were having, this time a bit more quietly.
This was by far the best Halloween night spent with Eddie and you were hoping he’d consider doing something similar next year. Though with how much he seemed to be enjoying himself tonight, you figured he very well may agree to it when you asked.
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(18+ only! Minors are not welcome to read my smut!)
This has been sitting in Google Docs waiting to be finished. It’s short but to the point. 😏
pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader (established relationship)
word count: 1.4k+
warnings: unprotected p in v smut, cock riding, tit slapping, choking, semi dark!Eddie, use of a butcher knife (not to hurt), dirty talk, profanity, creampie, pregnancy kink. If I forgot anything, apologies!
summary: It’s Halloween and you ask Eddie to wear a Michael Myers mask while you ride him. After a bit of teasing, he finally gives in.
“You want me to what?” Eddie was sure he heard you right, but he needed to hear the request you asked just moments ago leave your pretty little mouth again, just to be sure.
“I said…” You inhaled a shaky breath, nibbling on your bottom lip where you were sitting straddling his lap on the couch of his trailer. Thankfully Wayne still had to work Halloween nights, so you two were one hundred percent alone. “I want you to wear this Michael Myers mask while I ride you…” You held it up again, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Eddie to answer.
“Yeah that’s what I thought you said, Princess.” He grinned wickedly, taking it from your hand and giving you a quirky look. “Are you fucking me or Michael Myers?”
“You, Eddie!” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his teasing remark.
“Mmm perhaps so, but something tells me that wearing this mask is going to help you get off reeeeaal quick.” His smirk was sickly sweet as he slipped the mask over his head, adjusting it so he could see out of it and huffing out a laugh. “I’m doing this because I love you, Baby.”
“Maaaaaybe it’s because it’s Halloween night and I love the Halloween movies.” You shrugged in defense, cheeks still hot as you gazed into his eyes through the eye holes of the mask. “I love you too, Eddie… Thank you for doing this for me.”
“Uh huh…” Eddie smirked beneath the mask, slowly gliding his hands along your waist and toward your clothed breasts where he gave a firm squeeze. “Anything for my girl.”
“There’s one more thing.” You added, his grasp on your breasts loosening as he listened intently to your follow up. Biting your lip, your hands fiddled in your lap. “I…want you to also hold a butcher knife while I ride you. A real one.”
Eddie couldn’t help but to bust out laughing at your request, causing you to blush even harder than you were moments earlier. “Jesus, Baby, do you want me to breathe heavily the whole time too?”
“No!” You protested, throwing your head back with an exasperated whine. “I want you to be vocal like you always are. Fuck, I love it when you say such filthy things to me when we’re fucking. The knife just…suits the look.”
“Yeah because Michael Myers dresses like a metalhead.” He teased again, gesturing to his personalized battle jacket, leather jacket, and the Iron Maiden shirt underneath.
“That’s because I’m fucking you, Eddie. The mask and knife are just…a festive addition.” You grinned, settling it at that and not agreeing with his suspicions that you want to fuck Michael Myers. You’ll never admit to that. “Now lose the pants while I go grab a butcher knife from the kitchen.”
“Yes, my sexy little psycho.”
“Shut up.” You giggled, momentarily climbing off his lap to grab the butcher knife out of one of the kitchen drawers. When you returned, Eddie was as ready for you to sit on his cock as can be and you found yourself biting your lip as you handed him the knife. “Here.”
He took it without a word, staring up at you behind the mask with an ominous look in his eyes that sent shivers up your spine and arousal straight to your core. His free hand shot out to grab you by the wrist with a more than firm grip, pulling you right down onto his lap where he dropped his hand to start rubbing not so gently along your thigh and up the skanky skirt you decided to wear tonight.
“Eddie…” You breathed out a soft sigh, giving your bottom lip a hard bite as you continued to keep eye contact with him as he glided his hand along your skin. His hand found the hem of your shirt, which he gripped and tugged on tightly so he could cut it right in half with the butcher knife, earning a soft gasp of surprise from you.
He only let out a grunt of content as his eyes took in your exposed breasts, taking the knife and bringing it up to lightly trail it along the curve of your breast. He smirked beneath the mask when you took in a shaky breath at the action, feeling the way your thighs tried squeezing together because of it. “This turning you on, Princess?”
“Yes.” You sighed out, gasping again when his free hand found your throat and gave a squeeze hard enough to send your eyes rolling toward the back of your head.
“Good.” He growled before using the knife to cut your skirt right off of you. He tossed it to the floor before his hand dropped from around your neck to slap and squeeze one of your breasts. “Ride my cock, you dirty slut.”
Moans erupted from your throat at his actions and words and you wasted no time in lining yourself up with the leaking head of his cock and sinking right down on him. Louder moans left your lips this time as Eddie’s cock painfully and deliciously stretched your cunt open, lowering yourself onto his length until he was balls deep and pressing against your most sensitive spots inside you.
“So fucking tight and wet.” He growled, gripping hard on the handle of the butcher knife while his other hand continued squeezing at your breasts, giving your nipples a good hard pinch and pull every so often. “Can’t believe how wet this is making you. You sure it’s not the mask turning you on, Sweetheart?” He teased and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“N-no.” You groaned, lifting yourself almost all the way off his length and stopping when just his tip was still inside you. “It’s the stud under the mask that’s gotten me this wet.” You sank back down right as you finished your sentence, hard, and it had Eddie letting out a guttural groan in response.
“Fuck.”
You grinned at that, your hands gripping hard on his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you started bouncing up and down on his cock with precision and force. Your head fell back with a loud cry as he brushed against that delicious spot inside you, causing your walls to flutter and clench around him. “You feel so fucking good inside me, Eddie.”
“I’m gonna fucking bust already.” He groaned loud as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock with intent, feeling how quickly the pleasure built inside him and had him on the brink of an orgasm already. “Keep going, Baby. Feels so fucking good.”
“Mmmm yeah, Eddie? You wanna cum in this tight, wet cunt of mine?” You asked in a hushed, seductive manner, keeping your bouncing movements hard and fast despite the burning ache building in your thighs. You stare through the eye holes of the mask to look him in the eyes, further proving to him that you’re fucking him and not the character of the mask he was wearing.
“Yes… Fuck yes, you already know I do. Fucking love filling you so full of my cum. Won’t stop until you’re swollen with my child. Imagine, Baby? Getting knocked up on Halloween?” While he was speaking, he dropped his hand to start rubbing harsh circles on your bundle of nerves and between that and his mention of impregnating you, you were done for.
His name left your lips with a loud cry, cunt squeezing hard around his length as you started gushing around him. Eddie groaned deeply at that, dropping his head down to watch as his length coated in your release. “Fuck, that’s it, Princess. Look at all that cum. Now it’s my turn.”
Immediately he threw the knife to the side, bringing both of his hands to grab hold of your waist so he could start ramming up into you, earning himself multiple screams of ecstasy as he fucked himself toward his own release. Your name left his lips in a growl as he came, sending spurt after thick spurt of cum into your womb and coating every inch of it.
You were panting by the time both your orgasms passed, your head resting against his shoulder as you caught your breath. You smiled to yourself for a moment, a wide one as you gave your bottom lip a hard bite, leaning back after a minute so you could tug the mask off Eddie’s head and pull him in for a hard kiss. “Happy Halloween, Eds.”
Sorry I haven’t been very active lately. Between work, personal life, and a lot of doctor’s appointments, I have not had much time to work on My Dad’s Friend part 10.
I recently found out I have a 7cm hiatal hernia, so now I will need surgery in December to repair it and have been stressing out over it for quite a few days now.
If I have any fellow Christians that follow me, please keep me in your prayers while I mentally prepare for my surgery in December 😮💨🙏🏻
I don’t typically post these types of things, but my cousin unexpectedly died at the age of 37 yesterday due to potentially cardiac arrest, and leaves behind his pregnant fiancée who he was supposed to marry in two weeks. His dad has started a GoFundMe for funeral costs, so if anyone can donate even a little bit, that would mean a lot. Not just to me, but to his immediate family and fiancée as well 🥺🩷
My son Anthony Itarelli passed unexpectedly Tuesday morning, he just came home from w… Larry Itarelli needs your support for Funeral help f
At the moment, no. I have not had the time or inspiration to write since the last time I mentioned getting writng done, but I am going on vacation in a couple of weeks, so I will be bringing my laptop with me to get some writing done since I’ll have a good amount of time to write 🥰
