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Halloween smut with Scream Eddie nothing else matters

life’s no fun without a good scare

ghostface/scream!Eddie x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Horror themes, knife play, smut, thigh fucking, P in V sex, unprotected sex, mentions of CNC, mask stays on during sex, thick thighs save lives, dom/sub undertones.

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The final trick-or-treater of the night leaves with the last bit of your candy. A sweet little ballerina who did a pirouette on your front porch just for you.

Your feet are hurting from being on them all night, so you decide to run a bath. As the water reaches the top of the tub, you strip your shirt and pants. As you reach for your bra clasps the doorbell rings. You sigh, must be a random trick-or-treater, you hate to have to tell them you’ve got no candy left.

You turn the tap off on the bath and grab your robe, covering your panties and bra, and wrapping it tightly around your body. You walk out of your bathroom towards the front door and pass the TV in the living room that is playing the third horror movie of the night. You catch a glimpse of Michael Myers just as you reach the front door.

You open it to reveal… no one.

There’s no one there. You take a few steps out and look around your street to see it completely empty. Hawkins is eerie at night, especially with the added Halloween decorations covering people’s front lawns. The wind howls in the distance and you take one final look before turning to walk back inside.

Just as you turn around something jumps at your feet. You gasp and bounce back, looking down to find eyes staring at you in the dark. You squint a little and soon see a black cat. More specifically your neighbour's cat. Bending down, you reach out a hand and scratch his soft head.

“You scared me, honey.” You coo. He begins walking to the opposite end of your porch and you walk after him. He jumps up onto the railing and you give him one final pat before he jumps off and back towards his house. As you watch him you hear the creak of the porch steps, you turn around to see who it is and again, no one is there.

You shake your head and sigh.

“Stupid scary movies.” You mutter as you make your way back inside.

You make sure to triple-check the lock before walking back to your bathroom. As you enter the dark hallway you see something run from one bedroom across to another. You stop still in your tracks.

“Hello?” You call out, “Is someone there?”

When no one answers you decide that you just imagined it. You carefully go to walk past the bedrooms to the bathroom and as you do something crowds against you pushing you up against a wall.

You scream as your back hits the wall hard and you feel the cool steel of a knife press up against your throat.

You look up through thick lashes and see a white mask staring back at you. A mask that you’re all too familiar with.

“Are you scared?” a deep voice asks. It almost makes you chuckle, hearing Eddie trying to hide his normal voice.

“What are you gonna do, slit my throat?”

A warm chuckle comes from the mask and he pulls the knife away a little to trace the tip along your jugular.

“Nah, you should stand behind someone when you cut their throat. Too messy otherwise, you’ll get blood alllllll over yourself.”

You lick over your bottom lip and flutter your lashes as you look at the ghost face.

“Well, what are you gonna do to me?”

Eddie’s free hand, that’s covered in a black leather glove, comes out and grabs at the rope holding your robe together. He tugs on it till it comes undone and your robe falls open, revealing your bra and panties.

“Hmmm,” he says, the knife comes to the collar of the robe and pushes it over your shoulder, “Dunno, haven’t decided yet.” The robe drops off both your arms and lands on the floor around your feet, leaving you in just your underwear.

You stand there leaning against the wall while he towers over you in his disguise. Slowly, you sidestep towards the open door to your right and Eddie’s mask follows you as you go.

You backstep into the room, and Eddie starts following you. You stand between your bed and mirror vanity, waiting for him to make the next move.

He walks in front of you, and you can see yourself from the mirror in the corner of your eye. His knife comes up and traces between the valley of your breasts, over your chest and collarbone before it slides under the strap of your bra. You look down and watch as the knife turns so the sharp side faces up and he pulls the knife toward him, cutting the strap cleanly.

A small gasp escapes your lips as the cup falls and exposes your breast. The cool air hits your nipple and it starts to harden.

He quickly does the same to the other side looking down through his mask at both your round tits sitting perfectly in front of him.

Reaching over his shoulder, you hear the sound of velcro pulling apart and the black gown he’s wearing slips down his shoulders and he lets it drop to the ground. It reveals a faded black band tee with the sleeves cut off, tucked into his classic black ripped jeans. His cut-off sleeves reveal his tattoos that scatter his arms, leaving no doubt in your mind that it’s Eddie behind the mask.

“Face the mirror.” He demands.

You do as he says and turn your body until you’re facing the mirror directly. Eddie takes a few steps until he’s standing behind you, his masked face in view over your shoulder.

You take in the view; you standing there with your tits out and in just your panties, your bra a mangled mess still wrapped around your torso. Eddie fully clothed and standing behind you with his mask on and hair peeking out from the bottom. Your heart races at the image and you can’t stop your chest from heaving.

Eddie’s leather-cladded hands land on your waist and you can’t help but jump a little at the coolness.

He begins pushing you forward, inch by inch until your thighs are flush with the wood of your vanity desk.

His right-hand splays over your abdomen and your tummy dips at the contact. Slowly he trails it down until his thick leather fingers are pressed over your cotton panties. He pushes against your slit over the material and you feel the warm wetness that has seeped into your underwear press back against you.

He rubs small soft circles over your clit, making you moan breathlessly and lean back against him. You feel the soft line of his stomach press against your back and his crotch press against the top of your ass.

“Look at you,” He whispers gruffly into your ear, his masked face pressed to the side of your head, “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you? Anyone could just walk into your house and bend you over and you’d be a moaning whore for it.”

At that, he slaps your clothed cunt and you moan out like the whore he said you were.

He chuckles at the sound and slides both his hands up to your breasts grabbing at them harshly. He squeezes at the fat before tweaking and flicking at your nipples, shocks of pleasure shoot through you as he continues to abuse them.

You’ve absolutely drenched your underwear. If Eddie didn’t have gloves on to feel it himself, you know he would taunt you for how dripping wet you are for him like this.

Without warning, Eddie grabs at the back of your head with one hand and pushes you forward so you’re bending over the vanity with your face inches from the mirror. You look at the way your breasts hang and sway, nipples ravished and skin now bleeding back to colour from being squeezed.

Eddie releases your hair and brings his hands down to undo his belt and jeans. He pulls himself out and gives his cock a few lazy tugs, you wonder what it feels like with his gloves on.

One of his hands comes to land on your throat, making you have to stare right at the scene otherwise you’ll choke against his grip.

He releases his cock and tugs your panties down to just below your ass before bringing his hand back and guiding himself between your legs. His tip slides through your slick folds and he laughs loudly at how soaked you are.

“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart. Surprised there isn’t a puddle on the floor.”

You look at his mask and try to look into the eyes to make eye contact, you push back against his dick, letting it trace up your slit and hit your clit.

“Please.” You beg.

“Please she says,” He mocks, “I could do anything I fucking wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to do shit.”

Your hole clenches at the thought of Eddie being so in control of the situation, at you being at his absolute mercy. You whimper thinking about it.

“Y’know what?” He says, pulling at your throat so you have to hold yourself up a little higher to be able to breathe, “You need to earn my cock.”

You whine and pout your lips at him in the mirror.

He smacks your ass sharply at the protest causing you to jump forward a little and bump your vanity. Bottles of perfume and lotion fall over but you couldn’t care less.

Eddie’s foot comes up and pushes down your panties till they're at your ankles. He lets go of your throat and your hands quickly come forward to stop yourself face-planting into the mirror.

With his now free hands he takes off both his gloves and you're disappointed to see none of his rings adorning his stubby thick fingers. He reaches forward to a lotion bottle that’s laying on its side and grabs at it. You watch as he pumps a generous amount onto his palm. Your eyes follow his hands in the mirror, they disappear behind you to his cock and you hear the slick sound of him rubbing some of the lotion on it. You gasp, startled, as he bends down slightly and his slippery hand reaches between you and rubs over your inner thigh before doing the same to the other side, coating your skin in the cool lotion.

He straightens up and grabs at his cock, tapping it on your ass a little to get your attention.

You look back up at his masked face.

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs,” His husky voice says, “and if you’ve earned it, I’ll fuck that sweet hole, yeah?”

You bite at your lip and nod slightly, agreeing to his terms.

He stares at you for a second before guiding his cock between your thighs. As you feel his cock head slide against your inner thigh, you instinctively squeeze your legs together for him to create some friction.

His dick slides between the fat of your thighs slowly, his pelvis hitting your ass. He lets out little groans as he speeds up and you tighten your thighs as much as you can, your knees knocking together.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie says.

The hands-on your hips are gripping tight, pulling you with him as he fucks his hips forward.

He stands a little straighter and the line of his cock slides along your slit making you moan and drop your head between your shoulders.

“Think you deserve it yet, sweetheart?” He asks.

The tip of his cock hits your clit and you feel a shiver run through you. “Please.” You whimper.

“What was that?”

You lift your head and look at his masked face in the mirror, “Please.” You say louder.

“So polite.”

He slaps a hand down against your ass and pulls out fully, straightening up to his full height. His foot toes between your calves and push you to stand your legs apart further.

His hand comes to your hair and grabs at it, using it to pull you upright. You feel the burn on your scalp and hit the hard line of his body as you stand up. His masked face hides into your neck just below your ear and you feel his cock trapped between your cheeks.

“Look at yourself.” He whispers.

Your eyes lock with yourself in the mirror and you take in your form.

As you watch yourself you feel his hand grab at his cock and he slides down your crack until he’s pushing at the entrance of your cunt.

His knees bend a little to get the angle and he drops his head against your shoulder to look down at his cock disappearing.

“Jesus.” He whispers to himself.

He fully pushes into you and your mouth drops open at the pressure and the slight burn of being opened up by his cock. He bottoms out and looks back up at you from over your shoulder.

You look at his masked face and nod slowly, silently begging for him to move.

He laughs a little and does short, small thrusts into you.

You drop your head back a bit on his shoulder, still looking at yourself in the mirror.

Your bra hangs around your midsection and your tits bounce slightly as his hips fuck into you a little harder. His hand not in your hair grips at your love handle and pulls you into him.

He pulls all the way out and pounds up into you, hitting you deep and making you yell out loud.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes squeezing shut.

Eddie laughs again and his hand in your hair tugs a little. “Eyes open.” He instructs.

You open your eyes and instantly land on the jiggle of your body as he fucks his cock into your pussy hard and fast.

The hand on your hip inches around to your belly and splays over it, trailing down until he’s at the top of your slit near your clit. His thick finger slides between your slit and rubs over your wet nub. You sob out at the pleasure.

The heat in your core grows and you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

The sound of skin hitting skin and the wet squelch of him fucking into your cunt echoes around the room. You hear his heavy breaths from behind his mask and look at him through the mirror.

“Where do you want my load, baby?” He asks.

You bite your lip and can barely get the words out as his fingers on your clit begin moving faster.

“My mouth.”

Eddie groans at your response. “Fuck yes.”

You feel your orgasm begin to spill over as he hits your cervix in time with the rubbing of your clit.

“Oh god, oh god.” You yell as your orgasm overcomes you and you squeeze around his cock.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He plays with your clit a little more to milk your orgasm from you as he slows his thrusts to a stop.

Eddie pulls out of you as you catch your breath and you dazedly turn around and take a step to the side to drop to your knees in front of him.

You look up at him as he stares down at your masked face, the scary disguise only making your pussy flutter a little bit more.

He jacks himself off as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

“Fuck you’re a goddamn dream.” He says.

He fucks his fist faster and soon he lets out a muffled groan followed by a stream of hot come that hits your tongue and chin.

His head is still dropped down looking at you as he drops his cock and catches his breath.

You swallow the load that lands on your tongue and your hand comes up and your thumb scoops up the rest that landed on your chin before you suck it clean.

You stand up slowly and come face to face with the mask. You can only guess how fucked out your face looks right now. You reach up and grab at his mask and he lets you pull it off his head.

His hair flies up with it and sticks everywhere as you drop the mask to your vanity desk.

He’s smiling dazed as he looks down at you, his face flushed and sweaty.

“Hi.” He says.

You smile and lean up on your tippy toes, a hair away from his lips, “Hi.”

Eddie leans forward and presses a sweet to your lip before pushing his tongue against you to lick into your mouth and taste himself on your tongue.

“Mmmmmm.” He moans into you before he pulls away.

His hands are holding your face and pushing your hair back as he stares into your eyes.

“Happy Halloween.” He says.

You laugh through your nose and roll your eyes, “Happy Halloween.”