Halloween Horror

HALLOWEEN DAY 5: Spooky parties - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, alcohol, pretty much anything messy at parties. A little bit of nsfw but nothing severe

Type: Blurbs

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Spooky parties with them

Notes: I have no hopes for my own doing of these things.

Jason Voorhees: Doesn’t really like parties, but is always dragged to them by you. Loves Halloween ones though, so there’s not much pouting coming from you. He’d let you dress him up to match costumes with him. Jason keeps himself occupied at the sweets table while you’re around saying hi to everyone. Terribly shy when you would introduce him to your friends, but would try to smile with a mouthful of cupcakes. He kind of becomes a favorite at the parties, participating in games from time to time. 

Michael Myers: Also not a fan of parties, but would follow you to them. It’s usually how it goes though, everywhere. He kind of just sulks everywhere behind you, turning his head to stare at whoever is staring at you both. Everyone tries to avoid you two the most they can, but you seem to be too fun to be around, so you’re still invited. You are at least, you and your plus one. After all, Michael does add onto the spooky aura of the party though. The plus side is that if anyone is causing trouble at the party, Michael easily takes up the security roll.

Tiffany Valentine: LOVES Halloween/spooky parties. Always wants to dress up for them and is even willing to dress you up as well. Tiffany always wants to match with you, whatever you want to be, whatever she wants to be, you always come down to an agreement. The more parties there are, the more costumes/outfits you both can put together. Getting ready is one of Tiffany’s most favorite activities. She’s so fun at the party, drinking, singing and keeping her arms around you, she’s definitely a crowd favorite.

Billy Loomis: Also kind of loves Halloween parties, he’d go to every single one he knows is available, always dragging you with him of course. Billy would drag you to every house party, drinking and smoking with you by his side. Sometimes things get a little too hot between you two. Billy would drag you into a room with him “just to make out” but most of the time it escalates. Either way, parties can be fun with Billy, though if you’re always needy for his attention, perhaps parties wouldn’t be so fun. Billy would keep you on his lap, but maybe pay more attention to the current topic at hand.

Stu Macher: Also loves Halloween parties and becomes a crowd favorite within time. Sometimes he even hosts the parties, bringing in all kinds of alcohol, allowing all sorts of drugs and whatever kept the party going and happy. Sometimes Stu would be a little blind to the way things work, not able to pick up directly on your discomfort. Still, Stu is always drunk, always singing at the top of his lungs and dancing lazily across the room. You’ll never be bored with him and his foolery often at times. 

Patrick Bateman: Kind of a fan of parties, just maybe not the house ones. His coworkers would host events celebrating the Halloween vibe to the atmosphere. You’d insist on going in costumes, but Patrick wouldn’t be exactly too thrilled about the idea. Shockingly though, he manages to get some blood splatter on his coat to which then he decided to just keep it, then go to your room telling you to “fix it” but then deciding the would be the perfect costume and no matter what you say,  he thinks this would be the best costume. To those who love to talk, Patrick definitely would be a favorite to them.

Leatherface: Also has fun at the party like Jason, he’s very innocent with what he likes and what he tends to enjoy. More childlike than anything; he is prone to being timid as much as possible, but when he discovers the sweet, he becomes a child. There’s chocolate all over his lips and fingertips, he looks at you with a mouthful, smiling and waving from afar. Bubba doesn’t talk to anyone, instead just keeps his head down and waits for you to come back from your karaoke session.

Harley Quinn: The queen of Halloween parties, can always whip up the best last minute Halloween costumes. It’s settled that no Halloween party is complete without the one and only Harley Quinn. She kind of overshadows you, but when does she never? Still, she always does her best to keep you included, bringing you on stage with her or to the center if you were having a dancing session or a karaoke session. Harley would for sure wear you down to the bone during these nights. Not to mention, she would be the type to go party to party to party back to back, so it’s best you keep up!

Poison Ivy: Not entirely fond of any kind of party. Ivy would gather socially with her beloved villainous friends, but nothing too extreme. Still, if you really wanted to go, she wouldn’t fight you. She’d throw on her best red silk dress and big Hollywood curls, elegant as always, even if it was a costume party. “I’m a rose-” She’d explain as she would click on her last earring, fixing her dress as she’d turn to you. Ivy would drink a glass of wine or whiskey while you dance along or sing along, admiring you from a far, just as when she first met you.

Bruce Wayne: This man was notorious for parties, though not the kind you were going to in order to actually enjoy yourself and have fun. While he would prefer to keep the night to yourselves, if you insisted, he’d deliver. Bruce rather be by your side more than anything, plus seeing you in costume could be fun. No matter where you two would end up, Bruce’s hands and eyes just can’t stay away from you. Not in a sexual or possessive manner but in a way where he truly is enjoying himself.

Jason Todd: Similar to Bruce, though he’d rather keep the party between you two, Jason would love to go out with you. Halloween parties downtown at different bars and house parties of friends of his would be such a great time. You knew you could truly have fun and let your guard down around Jason. Lots of watching you dance, drinking and letting loose to loud music and neon lights. Wouldn’t leave you for a second, even if you had to take a piss.

Billy Hargrove: So excited for any kind of party, ever. Not the kind to dress up though, but would encourage you to if you wanted. “No Billy, I can’t go dressed up if you don’t.” You’d shy away as you took off the bunny ears, but he’d insist you looked cute in a bunny costume, kissing your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Whether you wanted to keep your costume or not, he wouldn’t mind, after all, most of the time, he’d want to go home early with you. Billy kind of grew out of parties when he fell in love with you.

Steve Harrington: Loved all kinds of parties before, would even host half of them, but it’s no fun when he keeps getting pulled away from you or interrupted by others while he’s with you. Of course there would be times where you two could hide, but then what’s the point of even hosting a party? Like Billy when he fell in love with you, Steve also kind of grew out of parties. Still, one or two Halloween themed parties wouldn’t kill you two, he does agree to match your costume after all. Maybe nothing too out there for him, but anything subtle, he’d be down for. And of course, all his attention is on you throughout the whole night.

Steve Rogers: Also not the biggest fan of parties, big ones at least, but he would be willing to go if all his teammates were going or if you insisted on going with him. You wouldn’t have to beg, the second time he’d bring it up, he wouldn’t hesitate. Also would go dressed up with you if you wanted. Steve’s shoulders would kind of drop when he’d see the costumes you picked out for you both. Your immediate pout would change his mind instantly. “No no, sweetheart, I love it. I’ll wear it! It just looks a little uncomfortable, but anything for you, you know that.” Steve wouldn’t stray away from you once, talking with his teammates and mingling with others as he’d drink and have his arm around you. If you wanted to sing or dance, there he went with you.

Bucky Barnes: Not a huge fan of parties either, the only reason he’d go at all is because you wanted to go or Steve did. He’d be a little bit more reserved with costumes, but he’d accommodate with you. Bucky would even give you suggestions, helping you put outfits together and even helps you with your makeup before the party. Like Ivy, he stays in the back, watching you from afar, drinking and with eyes locked on you and only you. Bucky would agree to taking pictures with you to add to your scrapbook and they’re probably the cutest ones from all year.

Wanda Maximoff: Depending on her social mood would depend on how she would react at the party and how much she’d dress up. Of course Wanda would match you, being genderbent versions of certain costumes to match the couple costumes. Without question would help you with your makeup. Her favorite couples costume would be the vampires, sultry and fun, intimidating but so enticing. No matter her mood, she’d dance with you if you wanted, letting you take pictures of you both. LOTS of bathroom pictures and overall she reflects with you on how much fun she actually had that night.

Loki Laufeyson: You’d have to be the one to invite him to even have him consider going to any party, spooky party or not. Either way, like Wanda, he’d help you with your makeup, wiping off the excess and making sure your eyeliner is sharp and ready to strike fear into the hearts of those around you. For sure would go as the vampire couple as well or even a Victorian ghost costume. Hands down you both would be the most stunning at the party, which doesn’t help Loki’s ego at all. He’d watch you from afar, not really one to be dancing too much, maybe he’d join you for a dance or two, but would rather watch you sing in amusement and awe.

Cloud Strife: Not another event you’re dragging him to again. Still, this kind of seems a little bit more fun to him than anything else you’ve made him do before. Doesn’t really want to dress up in any costume. MAYBE will go as the matrix with you but that’s about all. Cloud would be too shy for anyone that would come up to him trying to talk to him, instead looking for you. You said you were only going to be gone a couple of minutes. Still, would drink with you, keep himself from getting drunk so he could keep an eye on you. After all he was the one taking you home.

Aerith Gainsborough: Has honestly never been to a Halloween party before, but is super interested in them. Kind of excited to dress up for it too. She’d go as a fairy or an elf of some sort and would love for you to match with her. You two would hands down win the cutest couples costume. Aerith would have so much fun meeting new people and singing and dancing with them as well as her best friends that she already knew. Pictures of this night would be perfect to keep them in a scrapbook for memories. Honestly kind of the most fun to go to a Halloween party with.

Sebastian Michaelis: It’s kind of routine to have the Phantomhive household either host or participate in some sort of Halloween party themselves. Even if you insisted Sebastian would refrain from dressing up in costume at the own household. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m still the butler and dressing up as a rabbit would not seem appropriate-” Only to be interrupted by Ciel who would ask him to follow through with your request. Well, there goes that.

Spencer Reid: Always down for any kind of Halloween party, anywhere. Him and Penelope would be the first ones in, planning out costumes, what they were going to bring, there would be too much excitement for one person to handle. Of course Spencer would constantly brainstorm what costumes you two were going to wear, no matter how ridiculous it may seem for others, it would be thrilling for him. Spencer always wants to appreciate the holiday as much as possible and that includes Halloween parties. Would do drunk karaoke and swing around as his excuse for dancing. Lots of videos of these moments would keep his embarrassment immortal.

Proud of you, Eddie

Wayne makes time to attend Eddie's first gig at the hideout. He hasn't stopped making time since...

My Stranger Things Art |  The Munsons

Yandere! Steve Harrington Headcanons

Bro treated you like a child for a very long time

It was rather annoying

Thinks you can't take care of yourself and you need him

Sees dirt on your face and is quick to lick his thumb and rub your cheek

"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?"

"There was dirt on your cheek"

"Hey, stay still!" He grabs your arms, causing you to stay still, "I'm trying to do something," He'll fix your hair and your clothes

He will restrain you by sitting on you if he needs to. He'll fuckin manhandle you if you don't listen

He's very protective of you, especially after everything that happens

It gets to a point where he will lock you in his car if he feels like you wouldn't be safe if you get out

It gets to a point where he gets really high anxiety worrying about you

If anything happens to you, he'll blame himself. You got a bruise from falling downstairs? He should have been there to catch you. You stub your toe on a corner? He should have made you wear shoes. You accidentally hit a counter corner? He should have put fluff on it, so they weren't so sharp

He is incredibly quick to jealousy, especially if you're talking to fucking Billy or Jason

He can get pretty violent if he's pushed far enough

Doesn't mean he'll win, but damn if sure doesn't fucking try

He doesn't think, he just starts throwing punches

You'll have to patch him up after

He'll apologize to you for embarrassing you

You tell him you're not embarrassed just annoyed

Whenever you're upset, he offers Ice cream, which caused you to glare at him, but you do take the ice cream

He wasn't the best boyfriend at first, but he does get better

You want him while he's at work? He'll take a quick break and take you to the back

How could he say no to you?

But, I’m just not there yet - PART 5

Eddie Munson x goth fem reader 

Summary: Post S4, canon-divergent — Eddie survived the “earthquake” and had his name cleared. It’s now 1990 and the town is changing, as a bunch of young artists and creatives move in. Eddie meets a girl and sees the possibility of a different kind of life for himself. 

Warnings: some angst, fluff and smut (oral, P in V, fingering). Discussions of trauma 

Author’s note: 

Please leave me some feedback and feel free to reblog :)

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As you hang the phone back on the receiver, panic begins to set in.

With no time to get in your full garb, you realise Eddie is going to see you like this – sweatpants and makeup free. And though the thought makes you cringe, you know it would be weird to get fully kitted up at this hour, especially for just a casual hangout.

When he denotes his arrival with a soft knock at the front door, you shuffle there in your slippers, with the sudden overwhelming feeling of regret setting in. Why did I invite him here? You wonder. This was a mistake.

You open the door and give him a strained murmured greeting, to which he immediately notes the shift in your usual demeanour and how tired you look. But, he silently follows as you usher him in and down the hall towards your room, not meeting his gaze. You’ve got a small box of VHS tapes on the bed, some sprawled out like you had been trawling through them.

You hover at the door, holding your elbows and Eddie can tell something is up with you.

“So what have you got here?” he says with a quirked brow, trying to lighten the mood by throwing himself on the bed to start dramatically flicking through the cassettes.

After a moment, he looks up and straight at you, smirking. You take it as a cue to sit down too.  

“I didn’t take you as a 16 candles kind of gal”

“What kind of girl am I then?” You snap back.

“This feels like a trap”

“Eddie! I’m serious” you reply, pushing him by his shoulder.

“I donno. You are all cool and confident. Dark and mysterious.”

“Maybe dark because of the clothing, but not the other things”

“Come across pretty damn confident to me sweets.”

You keep your eyes facing forward, knowing that if you look at him you might tear up. It’s been a long week and you are emotionally spent. But you try to remind yourself that he had been vulnerable with you and you shouldn’t freeze him out now.

After a few moments of expectant silence, you take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m not. The outfits help me feel more sure of myself, I guess. I don’t usually let people see me like this” you say, gesturing to your face and rolling your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie and say I don’t like your normal get-up, or how your usual makeup looks all smeared when we…”

You push him by the shoulder again, harder this time, and he dramatically topples down onto the duvet, clutching his arm like he had been shot.

“Gee thanks”

“Hey! I’m just being honest!” He replies, to which you glower playfully in response.

“You look great either way. But I hope you don’t feel like you need to get dressed up for me”

“I don’t, it’s just – I guess it’s kind of like a shield, you know”

“God I definitely know. Believe it or not, but this is a toned-down version of Eddie’’ he says as he gestures down at his ripped jeans and leather jacket with a flourish. “I get enough looks being an accused murderer and all that.”

You smile softly at him, unsure of what to say next, but he breaks the silence “Never have to hide from me. In fact, you taught me that”

“I did?”

“Yeha, well, you made me feel like it was ok so show my scars”

“I guess so”  

“Actually, in the short time I’ve known you, You’ve kind of shown me a lot of things”

You furrow your brow and give him a look of genuine surprise “Like what?”

“That I have options. That it’s ok to have a fucking dream and go after it. To just lighten up a bit - fuck it’s been a while”

You look away as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Eddie notices and reaches out and places a palm on your knee. It’s not much but it’s all he’s got.

After a few moments like that, you dash to wipe away a few rouge tear drops and shift to face him on the bed.

“Ok. Pick a goddamn movie already or I’m putting on the breakfast club”

—-

An hour into the movie Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom, so you pause it.

When he comes back and sits back down, you turn to him, finding the courage you had been trying to build up the entire movie, to say something that had been burning in your brain and sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry about before”

“For what?”

“Being in a mood…”

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, with a wave of a hand, “We all have those days”

You take a deep breath again, making the snap decision to let him in.

“It’s just my mum. Even all the way from Chicago she’s giving me a hard time. Just when I thought I had escaped her bullshit, one phone call and I’m right back in my childhood bedroom, crying myself to sleep again.” You are rambling and you know it, and feel suddenly very exposed, like your on a boat with no life preserver “It’s stupid….I shouldn’t let her get to me”

“Hey listen, it’s not stupid, ok?” He places his hand back on your knee and the gesture isn’t lost, it’s grounding and it makes your tummy do a flip. “ It’s ok to have feelings - another one of those pearls of wisdom you’ve bestowed on me”

You laugh slightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Eddie notices.

“I guess we are all running from something huh” he mutters, looking down and playing with his rings.

“That’s just it though, you can never outrun shit. Even from the other side of the world, I would still have this baggage with my mum. I have to face it or it will never go away. Which is why I’m trying to work on it.”

“I know,” he says looking back up at you “you’re right. I’ve got a few things to work on too.”

You smile at each other and settle back in again, backs resting against the pillows. As the movie continues, Eddie shifts closer, and with every slight move, he makes, his leg brushes against yours and sends tingles down your spine.

You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, as you start to feel the heat pool low in your belly watching Bender and Claire flirt in the storage closet. You’ve seen the breakfast club a million times and barely need to watch it to follow the story.

The so-called princess and criminal. In a way, Eddie is kind of like Bender, granted, a lot softer around the edges. But from the fragments of his past you have pieced together you know he didn’t have much of a family growing up, an abusive dad, and people saw him how they wanted, as a criminal and murderer, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

He’s kind, soft, and sensitive. A dreamer, and nothing like his facade. And just like Claire, you put up a front so that no one sees that things aren’t at all what they seem.

Eddie is also struggling to focus on the movie. He notices how you tense as he brushes against you, and how you squeeze your thighs together when Bender gives his whole, ‘under the bra and over the panties’ speech. What he wouldn’t give to touch you like that again.

He wonders if he’s kind of like the Bender in this situation. Just like Bender likes Claire, he likes you but knows he probably shouldn’t get to have one shot with you. So, in the beginning, he did what he does best, push you away before you could hurt him. Just like he has been doing that all his life.

But now, he’s let you in and you’ve taken residence in his brain. He can’t escape the way you make him feel, and how much he wants nothing but to hold you close and not let go for as long as you’ll let him.

You’ve let him under your dress, but you are yet to show him your heart.

Tonight, he wants nothing more but to pull you into his arms, and feel your body pressed against his. Fuck it. He decides and does just that, maneuvering you both so you are lying down, then pulling you close and encasing your chest with his arms.

You melt into his touch, feeling relief as the tension of the evening finally starts lifting. There, held firmly in his arms, you start to feel the prickle of an electric current where your bodies meet and you want nothing more than to feel all of him. Tentatively, you shift your body so that the soft plush of your ass and thighs rest against his crotch.

After a few moments, you start to push yourself ever so slightly into his groin. He tenses, feeling the movement, a hardness already growing in his jeans. But he doesn’t shift.

You test the waters again, arching your back and pushing against him harder. His arms around you tighten and you hear him hum quietly, so you repeat the action over and over until the hardness is unmistakable and he has no choice but to roll his hips forward and chase the friction he’s now desperate for. You are too and can feel the unmistakable growing wetness in your core.

After a few moments of intense grinding against one another, getting lost in the feeling, Eddie snakes a hand into the waistband of your sweat pants and underwear, which causes you to take a sharp intake of breath. You want him and he knows, even before he reaches the sodden area, by the way you chase his touch and roll your body against his.

He takes his time, softly feeling around the folds and wetness, teasing you until you are nearly begging for more.

“Eddie please –“

“What do you want baby?”

“Touch me please” you sputter.

He slots a finger inside you and curls it against the spongey wall, which makes you gasp.

“Like this?”

“Ye–es Eddie. Please don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop,” he says firmly. “Not until you are gushing around my fingers”

You whimper as he inserts another finger, working you over but it’s not enough, the pants don’t allow him the ease of access he needs so he pulls away suddenly, to undress you from the waist down quickly. Before, lying back down next to you and resuming his ministrations on your dripping folds.

You let him set the pace as your brain is too exhausted to even think about taking the lead right now. It’s a relief to just let go and chase the pleasure. Even though you’re so quiet and seem so far away, Eddie continues, feeling the way your body responds to him by rutting your hips into his hand. You need this release and he knows that. He would do anything to get you there.

After a little while he finally touches your clit, feeling the slight jolt of your legs as he does. You’re so ready and he can’t wait to give you more, so he removes his fingers and repositions himself so he’s leaving over you kissing down your body and moving to slot himself between your legs.

Nibbling on your thighs and intentionally blowing cold breath on your core, he knows how bad you need him now by the way you moan and writhe in his grip on your thighs. He can’t help himself from diving right in, lapping at your folds hungrily. You gasp at the sensation, then again and again as he switches the movement, going up to lick your clit and focus all his energy on the way it makes you move.

“Grind your beautiful little pussy against my face,” he says while reaching up to place his palm flat against your tummy.

You are so worked up that you come suddenly and without warning, seeing stars and being unable to move or form a coherent thought. Before you are even aware of your surroundings, Eddie is moving to his knees on the bed, and undoing his belt and pants.

You are engrossed in his movements, eyes wide and staring at his hard length, and the bead of precum on the tip. Right now, all that matters is this man and his cock, so you reach out for him, silently begging him to keep going.

He lines himself up with your entrance but just before pushing in, he asks, “Are you still with me Princess?”

You nod, eyes glassy. He can tell how much you want to be taken away for a moment. To not think and just ride the wave.

He slides in slowly, willing himself to take his time and not overwhelm you. Usually, your escapades are hungry, and a little dirty, but Eddie knows this time is different. Tonight, he wants to make you forget everything. To give you release. He wants to be your salvation, even if just for a moment.

He starts to move slowly, watching the way you take him, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. Taking him so well. Taking what you need from him.

Picking up the pace, he studies you as you start to fall apart under him, tears falling out of your eyes and rolling into small puddles on the duvet cover under you. Seeing you like that spurs him to move faster, snapping his thrusts into you sharply, and hearing your groans of overwhelmed pleasure in response. Just as he knows he’s barreling towards his finish, he snakes a hand between you and roughly rubs your clit, sending your spiralling.

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, and his thrusts get

more and more sloppy. A mixture of groans and mutterings of each other’s names fill the room as you both reach your peak, and you fall apart beneath him, gushing around him just as you feel the warmth of his seed spill inside you.

After a moment, he pulls out with a hiss and rolls over to lie next to you.

He doesn’t say anything, or ask you any questions, sensing that you need a moment. You come to with a small smile on your face and turn to him.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say softly, grabbing the hand which is resting against his chest. It’s the one that has your necklace still wrapped around its wrist. “I needed that”

“Anytime princess. Anytime”

You know you should ask him whether he has heard from college yet. Or how he’s going with his songwriting. But you don’t. Instead, you lie in comfortable silence, let him clean you up and then tuck you both in. And for the first time all week, that night you actually get some sleep, holding on to him all night long.

——————————

One Call | E.M.

Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol

words: 0.8k

“Alright, you know the drill. Someone’s gotta pick you up; you get one call.” Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. “Your uncle again?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, Wayne’s out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless it’s an emergency.”

“This doesn’t qualify as important enough to call?” One of the officers piped up. 

Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. “Nope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.”

Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. “Well, you got anyone else you can call?”

Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. “I have one person I can call, but I don’t think you’re gonna be happy about it.”

✦✧✦✧✦

You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Benny’s. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside. 

You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officers’ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you. 

“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?” He asked. 

You held out the take-out bag for him. “I, uh, I brought you lunch.”

“She’s got ulterior motives, Hopper!” Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'. 

Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"

There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here. 

"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up." 

He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk. 

“This punk?” Your dad asked, raising his voice. “You’re friends with this punk?”

Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. “Dating, actually. But I can’t believe it either, Hopper, honestly.”

Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadn’t told you why, so you stopped yourself. 

“Yeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you can’t stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.”

The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks. 

Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around him—which he was. “Don’t give her the clipboard until I’m done scolding her.” He mumbled. 

“You know I brought him in for pissing in Lover’s Lake with his punk friends, right?”

You did not know that. But you weren’t going to let him win this round. 

“Oh, like Lover’s Lake isn’t already full of piss!” You countered.

“Is that really the hill you want to die on?” 

You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!”

Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. “She called me her boyfriend.”

You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. “I know, it felt good to say.” You then turned back to your dad. “I’m going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.”

With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it. 

Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. “You know, kid, just ‘cause he’s out of trouble, doesn’t mean you are!”You looked back at him through the doorway. “Oh, believe me, Dad, he’s not out of trouble yet!”

I Can Make You Scream

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Eddie to do something new in the bedroom and he is very up for it

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight perv!eddie, rough sex, cnc, somno, mask kink, knife play, dirty talk, boot riding, slight dub con, degradation, praise, slapping. hair pulling, name calling (slut, whore, pathetic), spitting, dacrypfillia, oral (m receiving), ball play, facial, cum play, spanking, choking, unprotexted sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, little aftercare

WC: 3.8K

(I have never done something like this before, enjoy!)

Tonight was movie night for Eddie and you, it happened once a week and neither of you would miss it. It was your turn to host and pick the movie and you of course picked a horror one. “Scream” was your favorite movie and you were about to introduce Eddie to it. “Listen this is one of the best horror movies to be made, I don’t want to hear any complaints coming from you.” Eddie was a picky movie watcher, always putting in his two cents when you never asked. You put the movie on and snuggled up real close to him. “Just try and enjoy this one, okay?” He nodded his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The opening sequence of the movie was playing and you kept looking over to Eddie’s face, trying to read it. Ghostface appeared on screen and it was as if a lightbulb turned on. “Wait,” you got up and paused the movie before turning back to Eddie. “I have a thought..”

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00. prologue

01. head over heels

02. good old-fashioned lover boy

03. louder than words

04. love is a battlefield

05. bad case of loving you

06. moonage daydream

bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

“you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.

Eddie would have this ring sword for knighting purposes during DND.

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