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theghostinyourwalls · 25 days

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Run From Me

Stu Macher/Ghostface x F!Reader

Tags: dubcon, noncon, role playing, knife play, threats, stalking, happy ending, smut, glove kink, mask kink, fingering, choking, breath play, power play, fear play, unprotected sex, creampie, inappropriate use of photography, established relationships.

“Hello?” You answered the ringing phone, politely.

“Hello,” An unfamiliar, deeper voice echoed your greeting.

“Yes?” You prompted.

“Who is this?” The man inquired.

“Hm, who are you trying to reach?” You replied with a question of your own.

“What number is this?” He seemed content to ask questions back, in no rush to get off the phone.

“Well, what number are you trying to reach?” You asked again, trying to be helpful.

“I don't know,” he answered, but he didn’t sound confused or unsure.

“Well, I think you have the wrong number,” You tried wrapping up the call.

“Do I?” Again he sounded sure of himself.

“It happens, take it easy,” You excused and hung up, returning to your calm night in. Your focus returned to the horror movie on the small screen in the living room. Jamie Lee Curtis was anxiously looking out her window when the loud startling ring of the phone came again.

“Uhm, hello?” You answered again.

“I’m sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,” The same voice filtered through the telephone.

“So why’d you dial it again?” You huffed a laugh at the oddity.

“To apologize,” he answered smoothly.

“You’re forgiven, bye now,” You moved to hang the phone up, when he called out.

“Wait--Wait, don’t hang up.” There was an almost irresistible plea in his voice that kept you on the line. He sounded cute.

“What?” you indulged.

“I wanna talk to you for a second,” he simply answered.

“They’ve got 900 numbers for that, see ya.” You hung up once again, finding his simple request not as entertaining as you had hoped.

But then the phone rang once again, and you couldn't stop yourself from picking up.

“Hello?”

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” He played hurt, but the theatrics in his tone gave him away.

“Who is this?” you grew curious.

“You tell you your name, I’ll tell you mine.” he said it as though it was a scandalous proposition.

“Hah, I don't think so,” you shook your head, blushing. Were you just simply imagining him flirting with you or was that a line?

“What’s that noise?” he asked, he must have heard the screaming coming from Halloween.

“A scary movie.”

“You like scary movies?”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded enthusiastically.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“I don't know,” You shrugged.

“You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“Halloween, you know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters? What’s yours?”

“Guess,” he insisted playfully.

“Um, Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Krueger, that’s right,” You nodded, impressed with his taste.

“I like that movie. It was scary,” he lowered his voice for effect.

“Well, the first one was but the rest sucked,” You gave your opinion.

“So, you got a boyfriend?” he asked, and then you became sure. He was definitely flirting.

“Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” you teased, trying to stop the grin from completely overtaking your face.

“Maybe,” he answered in a sing-song note before asking again, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” you lied, enjoying the stranger's attention.

“You never told me your name,” he pointed out.

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I wanna know who I’m looking at,” his voice dropped once again and a chill ran up your spine.

“What did you say?” You felt out of balance, suddenly snapping your attention to the dark windows surrounding the living room. You couldn't see anything beyond what the dim pool lights illuminated.

“I said I wanna know who I’m talking to,” he corrected himself.

“That’s not what you said,” You shook your head, a little breathless as fight or flight began to kick in your brain.

“What do you think I said?”

“Um,” You tried to think back to mere seconds ago. Had you really misheard him?

“Hello?” he tried again.

“Look, I gotta go,” you apologized, now eager to get off the phone.

“Wait, I thought we were gonna go out?” He sounded overly hurt and upset.

“Oh, no, I don't think so,” you declined, hanging up as he called his last demand.

“Don’t hang up on me!”

You turned the volume up on the television to keep your mind from jumping at every creak. He was just some creep playing a prank, you figured. you weren't going to be intimidated by a loser with nothing better to do than call random numbers and try to scare them. The ringing came again and you had half a mind to tell him off. You were going to make him regret trying to make fun of you.

“I told you not to hang up on me,” the lighter tone had disappeared from the near growl of anger that rumbled through the speaker now.

“Listen, I am two seconds away from calling the cops, and I do have a boyfriend! He's big and strong and when he comes home he’s going to kick your ass!” you tried to scare the man on the phone.

“I’m getting scared. I’m shaking in my boots,” he mocked.

“What do you want?” you asked, turning around in your living room, looking out the window.

“To see what your insides look like,” The crude statement sent shivers down your spine.

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“More of a game, really, can you handle that?”

“Please– No! I can’t--”

“Run, I’ll give you five seconds,”

You dropped the phone set at your feet. Your mind was moving faster than you could as you began locking the doors around the house. As you whipped around to the back door your racing heart dropped into your stomach. It was wide open. The man was already inside your house. You doubted you could outrun him if you shot out the door, and made the life dependent decision to hide in the house where you were more familiar than him and call the police. This was your one shot at survival. You turned and started to race to your room. As you passed by the kitchen you could hear the man laughing distantly over the phone, but it sounded off. It sounded as if it were two voices. One from over the phone and the other nearby. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the entryway closet door swing open, revealing a tall figure draped in black robes with a white mask that stretched into a scream.

Your lungs burned as you sprinted to your bedroom. His boots stomped right behind you as he closed in on you. As you reached the top of the stairs you noticed your bedroom door was closed. You knew it was going to take a couple more seconds to get it open and close it behind you, successfully locking yourself in. You just had to make it in time.

You grasped the cool metal of your door handle, but before you could turn it to push the door open, the masked intruder caught you. He grabbed your wrist, tearing it away from the door handle and pushed you up against the door. Air was forced out of your lungs as he crushed your body. His body firmly pressed against yours from behind until you couldn't move at all.

“Did you really think you could get away so easily?” He let out a soft hum as he drew a knife from his sleeve. “You should know, the only reason I didn't get you earlier was because I wanted to see you run from me. It just makes it all the more fun when I catch you.” He placed the knife to your throat.

“Please you don’t have to do this," you cried out a soft plea for mercy. “I’ll do anything you say please just don’t kill me,” you begged the masked man.

“Anything?” He asked and moved the blade away from your neck.

“Yes, please, just don’t hurt me.” your voice sounded shaky and more tears began trickling down your face.

“Now, now, that wasn’t part of the deal. I won't kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make you suffer.” He pulls back his hand, knife tight in his grip, and thrusts it violently into the door right above your shoulder. You yelped and tried to flinch away only to find that you couldn't. The knife caught on your sweater, trapping you to the door.

Now that you couldn't escape from him he eased off of you ever so slightly, but his touch never left your body. You could feel his hands reach the hem of your sweater. His leather gloves cold on your bare skin as he began trailing them up your stomach. Goosebumps flared across your torso underneath his gloved fingertips. You gasped as he reached higher, touching the underside of your breasts.

“No, no please, you don’t have to do this!” You whimpered. He ignored your pleas as he roughly groped your breasts with his large hands. As he massaged your breasts, his fingers found your nipples. He would switch from rolling them between his fingers to harshly pulling them, creating a pulsing, twisting mixture of pleasure and pain. Your traitorous body reacted, shivering and shaking as the ache in your core craved more from your attacker. You still tried your best to hide the arousal, biting your tongue to stop any noises from spilling from your lips. The thought of him knowing you felt pleasure from this was mortifying and you were already overboiling from embarrassment. One of his hands left your breast as he moved it up to your head. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you to look at him, and you knew he would know by the look on your face.

“Oh don’t look so concerned, we’re just getting started.” His hand that was squeezing your breast began to travel down your body. He slipped past the waistband of your skirt and into your panties. The sensation of his gloved fingers brushing against your clit sent a jolt of pleasure throughout your body making you jump involuntarily. Your face burned with shame as he continued to move his hand further, sliding his fingers in between your slick folds. He circled them around gathering your arousal and bringing them back up to your clit. The obscenely wet sound it made was humiliating. you tried to hide your face from him which earned you a harsh tug on your hair. As he yanked your head back, exposing your neck to him, you let out a pitiful moan.

“You don’t have to keep lying to yourself. We both know how much you like this. I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re already soaking my fingers.” He started moving his fingers, circling your sensitive clit. You jumped at the sensation, still trying to get your body free from his touch. “What’s the matter? Are you embarrassed? Ashamed that you’re so wet for some random freak? Or maybe it’s guilt? Are you thinking about your boyfriend?”

“No! Stop it!” A violent sob ripped out of your throat. Even though you were trying to resist him, your pussy throbbed for more. As if on cue, fingers began moving further towards your entrance. His two fingers slid in with little resistance as they were coated with your arousal. A gasp left your lips as you felt his fingers sinking deeper into your cunt. Your wall’s clenched down on him as he reached a certain spot, his palm replacing the pressure on your clit.

“Speaking of your poor boyfriend, isn’t he supposed to be coming home soon? You know any second he could walk up here and see his perfect little girlfriend cumming around my fingers. Wouldn’t that be something?” He thrusted his long and dexterous fingers in and out of your pussy, curling his fingers to rub against your velvet walls. You could feel the pressure of your impending climax building in your abdomen. “But, I’m thinking of something much better.” He pulled his hand from your panties and brought his slick fingers to your face, dragging them along your cheek before pressing them to your lips. You reluctantly opened your mouth out of fear of what he would do if you didn't obey him. “Be a good girl and lick them clean.” He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you tasted your arousal on his leather gloves.

As you licked and sucked on his fingers you heard him groan in approval. Pushing his erection into you, he slowly grinded into the curve of your ass. He pressed down on your tongue before removing his hand from your face and trailing it down your body. Once he reached your thighs he began moving back up, lifting up your skirt in the process. The thin lace caught his eye, making him chuckle under his breath.

“Awe, did you wear these just for him? That’s so cute.”

You yelped as he yanked them down to your knees, leaving you completely exposed. The cool air hitting your core made you shudder. Then there was the soft clink of his belt followed by a deep sigh. His hard length slapped against your ass before he positioned himself between your legs. He rocked his hips against you, his cock sliding through your slick folds. The head of his cock brushed against your clit making you whine. He continued to repeat the lewd action until his length was completely covered in your arousal.

“C’mon honey, we both know you want this just as much as I do. Just look how you're drenching my cock. All you have to do is tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.”

“Please, just make me cum. Use your fingers, your mouth, your cock I don’t care anymore. Just stop toying with me,” you moaned.

“Oh, but it's so fun,” he teased, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed in slowly, still trying to push you past breaking point. The pain of his cock stretching you was oddly pleasurable. You took him inch by inch until he bottomed out. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix. The feeling of him that deep made your body feel weightless. Your thighs trembled at the sensation of being so full.

“Please, please fuck me. Make me scream,” you begged. With that he grabbed you firmly by the waist. His hips stirred as he began to slowly pull out of you before harshly slamming back into you.

“With a set of lungs like those, it would be a shame for me not to.” He kept the rhythm of his hips at a steady pace. Each thrust was harder than the last, pushing into you deeper and deeper. The blunt head of his cock rammed against your cervix, bruising it in the process. He never faltered keeping up his brutal pace. It was as if he was trying to split you open. The drag of his hard length in and out of you was animalistic. He enveloped all of your senses as you fully gave into the feel of him ravaging your body.

You didn’t notice his hand that had traveled up towards your neck until it was too late. He wrapped his large gloved hand around your throat. He rested it there, a reminder of the power he held over you. Slowly, as if to see if you would resist, he began to squeeze. It wasn’t a light squeeze, it was a possessive hold that he had on you. It made you lightheaded, but he never cut off your airflow. The lack of blood to your head heightened your sensitivity, making you distinctly aware of your throbbing clit. You tried to reach down to touch your neglected bundle of nerves, but your hand was smacked away.

“So desperate for release, but you don’t have any control here, do you sweetie?” He took his time sliding his free hand down to your core. He teasingly slapped your clit, making you cry out. “You look so pretty when you're in pain. It makes me wonder what you’d look like if I made you into a bloody mess.” His tone became darker, filled with a sick fascination. He groaned as you involuntarily clenched around him. You couldn’t lie to yourself, his perverted words only brought you closer to the edge. Finally, he brought his fingers to your needy clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud. Your stomach tightened as you felt your impending orgasm.

He was close too, you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside you. His breathing was heavy and every once in a while you could hear a small moan escape from him. He desperately rutted into you as your walls tightened around him. His cock pulsed deep inside of you as he reached his high. The sudden extra heat sent you over the edge as you came. Your pussy fluttered around his leaking cock, milking him dry. He released his hold on you allowing you to better catch your breath.

You whimpered as he pulled out of you. The sensation of his cum leaking out of your aching pussy and down your thighs made you shiver. You leaned against the door, both your mind and body exhausted.

As you began coming back to reality you noticed he wasn’t against you anymore. His touch was gone. you tried to get up and remove the knife from your sweater, but was gently pushed back against the door.

“I’m not done with you yet.” The wood floor creaked as he shuffled around behind you. Your body tensed as you anticipated his touch on your overstimulated body, but to your surprise he never made contact. You were going to try and free yourself again but froze as you heard the clicking of a camera lens. He was taking pictures of you. Then there was another click soon accompanied by more. Your face burned with shame as you squirmed, trying to at least save your dignity. He laughed at your pathetic attempt to cover yourself. “That’s cute, trying to hide.” he chuckled to himself.

He stood from where he was crouched behind you and pulled the knife out of the door, freeing you. He spun you around to face him and reached up to remove the mask hiding his identity, revealing your boyfriend, Stu Macher. His face had a warm glow from their intimate game as he grinned at you. He cupped your face and pulled you to look into his lovesick eyes. “Surprise, baby.”

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rainylana · 2 years

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“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie’s dad comes for a visit.

warnings: holy damn this is sad af. language, drinking, panic attack, use of the f slur, fighting, dry heaving, mentions of past abuse, eddie’s dad is an absolute bitch ass, i didn’t give his dad a name, but he gives the reader inappropriate looks, wayne to the rescue, eddie has a breakdown:( requested by @invade201177

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Friday nights were the best. They were always the same. You and Eddie would rent a bunch of movies from the Family Video, get cheap snacks and a six pack to share while cuddled up on the pullout couch in his living room. Wayne often slept in Eddie’s bed when you both would fall asleep in his usually spot, but he didn’t oblige, as Eddie’s mattress was much better than the pull out couch.

Tonight’s movie choices wore Nightmare on Elm street 2, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Killer Clowns from Outer Space. All horror obviously, and all selected by him. Your picks were The Breakfast Club, which he did not like, Silver Bullet, he did like very much, and Planet of the Apes, which was okay because he found it extremely hilarious. You usually fell asleep around the third movie, but you rented them all for the weekend anyways.

Your legs were placed in Eddie’s lap, your back against the arm of the couch with a popcorn bowl balanced on your knees, soft blankets all piled around you. The light was off and only the staticky glow of the tv shone in the room, making your eyes glimmer. Trash scattered all around you, empty pop and beer cans, chip bags and candy wrappers. The clock in the corner flashed two am, not a strange time for them to be up, however it was was strange time for them to receive a knock at the door.

Right as Freddy Krueger was about to torment kids in dreamland for the millionth time, the knock caused both you and Eddie to jump, staring at the door and then looking at each other. “You expecting company tonight?” You gave him a strange look.

“No?” He shook his head, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. He removed the blankets, then your legs off his lap as you sat up, adjusting to the light when he turned on the light switch. Eddie didn’t bother to look out the window to see who it was, as he assumed it was just a neighbor needing a quick fix. He should of known better.

He gave a quick tousle of his hair before he opened the door, an entertaining look on his face to greet his guest, but his smile dropped immediately before he could speak, the color draining from his face.

“Eddie!” A drunken slur came from his father. Yes, his father, standing in front of him with wobbles and a beer bottle clutched in his hand. “How’s my baby boy!”

You stood in confusion at the muffled voices and made your way behind Eddie, peeking out in curiosity. “Who is it, Eddie?”

“Woah!” The man cheered, stepping back with a heavy blink as he widened his eyes at you. “You got a girl now, son?”

You widened your eyes at the name. “Son?” You looked up at Eddie, who frankly, looked like he was going to pass out at any moment.

“Well? Cat got you’re tongue, kiddo? Let your old man in!” You had no choice but to move when Eddie’s father pushed past the both of you, and you stayed behind Eddie, giving him concerning looks.

His face was sculpted into confusion, shock and fear, and he gulped uneasily. “Dad…dad what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be..well, in prison?”

“Out on bail.” He answered shortly, immediately going to the fridge to search for more beer. “Trial comin’ up soon. Hey, sugar will you get me one of them beers?” He looked at you sweetly and nodded to the six pack, well half of a six pack, that sat on the picnic table.

You gave Eddie a brief glance before you nodded, moving a step to get the beer and tossing it to him. He sent you a wink in thanks and you crossed your arms uncomfortably.

“So what are you doing here then?” Eddie finally showed emotion, gruff and short, stepping forward once in front of you. “Don’t you have friends you can stay with?”

He scoffed and took a long swig off his drink, droplets rolling off his chin, his stare switching between you and Eddie. You grew more nervous with each alarming look he gave you. Trouble was brewing and it wasn’t going to be good.

“You sure don’t seem very happy to see your old man, boy. Outta’ have some more respect.”

Eddie wasn’t having it.

“Get out.” He said bitterly, smacking the beer out of his dad’s hand so it splatted against the floor. “You’ve had your drink now get out.”

Maybe you should have been doing something besides standing frozen in the corner like a dummy, but you were just as shocked as Eddie was to see the man. Frankly, you weren’t ever sure if he’d been real and only a figment of your lover’s imagination. All you knew is that you weren’t supposed to bring his dad up. The only people who had that privilege was himself. Not even Wayne could. When he did talk about it, it was usually mid tears and ten beers.

“Hey!” He slurred, stepping back as his boots became damp, his lips curling angrily. “The hell did you do that for? Thought my boy would want to see his daddy?”

“I don’t.” Eddie said firmly. “Get out, man. I’m serious. You’re not welcome here.”

“Eddie.” You whispered, hugging yourself nervously as you bite at your nails, legs crossed to further hide yourself to try and look small.

“Oh, I’m not welcome here, huh?” He said unamusedly. You’d never seen pictures of his dad before, but Eddie didn’t look like him, so he must of gotten his features from his mother. You weren’t supposed to talk about her either, but Eddie wouldn’t snap at you like you did, unlike his dad. “I raised you, you know? Actin’ like a bitch and for what?”

“Raised me?” Eddie scoffed, getting angrier by the minute. “Wayne raised me! Not you! And I said get the fuck out!”

You nervously backed up to the phone in case you needed to call the police, your eyes wide and heart racing in fear as their voices escalated.

“Yeah, I can fuckin’ tell.” He spat, giving his son a nasty look. “What’s my brother been up to lately, huh? What the hell’s he doing lettin’ you keep your hair this long for? I told you it makes you look like a fuckin’ faggot!”

You audibly gasped at the comment and covered your mouth, gaining his attention. “Don’t you think so…name, what’s your name?” He snapped his fingers at you.

“Hey, don’t fucking talk to her!” Eddie stepped over once to cover his view of you, holding up his arms. “Don’t fucking talk to her, man.”

“I’ll do anything I want.” He gave him a small shove, not enough to stagger his stance. “I ain’t gonna hurt your girl, Eddie. Just wan’ talk to er’ is all.”

“My name is y/n.” You blurted out to avoid confrontation.

Eddie winced and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not moving a step out of his father’s eye line.

“Well…y/n,” He nodded his head shakily, staggering slightly with thick words. “Don’t ya’ think Ed here looks like a pussy like this? I buzzed his hair once when he was little. Poor thing acted like a traumatized him.” He gave a humorous laugh. Eddie only stared at him.

“You’re pathetic, boy.” His face grew hard and he practically spat in his son’s face. “Still livin’ with Wayne and still in high school, wasting’ your days with your shitty friends and that shitty board game you play. You think I’m a loser? Look at yourself for shit sakes!”

Eddie willed himself not to cry, but his heart was racing and swelling with a deep panic and rage that he hadn’t felt since he was a young teenager. His knees were weak and he felt glued in place. His tongue was heavy and his throat felt stuffed with cotton, brainy fuzzy and unable to handle what was happening. He shut down.

“Hey!” You barked, finally speaking up. “Watch your fucking mouth!” You stormed over to stand by Eddie and placed your hand on his arm, who held you back with his elbow “You don’t have any right being here!”

The man raised his brows at you. “No right?” He scoffed. “Ed, control your woman. Give er’ a smack across the face like I used to do to your momma.”

That was enough to snap him out of his trance, and you screamed, covering your mouth as Eddie lunged for him. He drew back and punched him straight in the jaw, pushing his shoulders back until they both collided into the kitchen table, collapsing atop of each other as things scattered and glass broke. You were screaming and gasping and yelling at them to stop, but you’d never seen Eddie so angry. You let out a sob when Eddie snapped his face over to the side with a hard punch delivered to his cheek.

You took off running toward the door, slamming it open and pouncing off the steps onto the gravel, screaming at the top of your lungs for help. You whirled around when bright lights hit you, and you ran in a panic closer, sobbing when you seen Wayne in the drivers seat.

“Wayne! Oh god, Wayne, help!”

“What? What what’s going on?” He jumped out of the truck and he followed after you when you took his hand and ran with him to the trailer, sobbing in hysterics.

The next few moments were a blur. Wayne had been shocked to see his brother there, but he didn’t allow that to cause him to falter. He shouted over the two of them and yanked his brother off of Eddie with his rough hands, dragging him out the door. Eddie was left in a pile on the floor, and you collapsed next to him, helping him up.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh my, god!” You grabbed his face, going up with him as he stood. His lip was cut and he had a bruise forming around his eye, but he looked completely lifeless.

“Are you alright?” His voice was shaking, and he spoke in a low, emotionless octave. He tried looking you over but he couldn’t keep his eyes focused.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, baby.” You rushed, stuttering slightly over your words. “Come on, sit down.” You pushed him back down onto the couch, grabbing his hands as you tried not to blubber in front of him. “Eddie, are you okay? God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” You couldn’t help but cry despite your efforts.

He wasn’t speaking. He kept his eyes glued to the collar of your neck glazed away in a daydream, hidden from the world and with it, his father. His breathing was hitting the top of your lip erratically, and you could see his nostrils flaring heavily, eyes wide and dry with tightening knuckles.

“Eddie?” You asked concerned, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Eddie, talk to me, are you okay?”

His shoulders started to shake and his face went pale.

“Eddie.” Wayne’s voice tore through the home and you were softly pushed away from him by your shoulder, and you stumbled back in shock as the man crouched below his nephew. “Hey, bud you’re alright. Work through it, it’ll pass.”

“Wayne,” You said painfully, trying to reach out. “What’s going on? Is he okay?”

“I’ve got him, honey.” He gave you a brief glance, holding out his hand to you. He didn’t want to be rude, but they needed space. You brought up your nails to bite, crying, as you leaned against the wall while Eddie went into panic mode.

He was still staring at one spot, eyes now spilling tears as his lips trembled and spewed out little whimpers. He was shaking and vibrating, face colorless as he gulped and swallowed so loudly you both could hear it.

“Breath, Eddie.” Wayne held his wrists. “Remember to breath. Breath and it’ll pass.”

He started sobbing, and you covered your mouth as hard as you could in complete shock and heart ache. Wayne held his shoulder and the back of his neck, his curls shaking from the weight of his broken, wheezy sobs that stained the fabric of his jeans. Wayne moved up to the couch when he started coughing violently, holding him up to his side as he doubled over and gagged, dry heaving out sobs and cries.

It was too traumatizing. You turned on your and once again, bolted for the door. You slammed it, holding yourself close as you hysterically cried to yourself. You had no idea where his father went, but his vehicle was no longer there. And god, you hoped he wouldn’t be coming back. Tonight only proved to you how sensitive this topic was, how fragile Eddie was when it came to his childhood. What you witnessed inside had scared you.

You were out there for nearly forty five minutes, shivering and lips nearly blue from the September weather. You were sat on the porch step, chattering your teeth away. You were almost too scared to check on your boys. Soon, the door creaked open and you jumped up to see a very, very tired looking Wayne.

“Is he-”

“He’s okay.” Wayne beat you to it, nodding as he looked at your dried tear tracks. He sighed heavily and leaned against the railing where you stood. “He’s not had one of those since freshman year. Forgot how scary they were.” He thought silently for a moment before he turned to you. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. “Not really no. Where is he?”

“My brother?” Wayne raised a brow. “Gone. He ain’t coming back, believe me. He only comes around when he wants something and he got it. Jus’ wanted to mess with Ed’.”

Your eyes blurred with tears again. “What do I say to him? I don’t want him to get mad at, but I want to help.”

“He’s never mad at you, kid.” Wayne assured, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. “He’s just difficult at processing stuff, especially when it comes to his daddy, but he’s never mad at you, darlin’.”

You looked out to the empty trailer park, your cheeks shining in the illuminated light above you. “Is he ever going to talk to me about his…well, about everything? I can see how much it bothers him.”

Wayne’s heart swelled with guilt at his nephew’s suffering, and he gave a slow nod. “He will. In time.”

When you found Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, bandaid on his cut chin and eyes dark and sullen in, you moved slowly inside to crouch between his legs. He looked so fragile and broken, so pale and traumatized. He looked like a wounded animal. You so wished he would open up and talk to you, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed. Cupping his cheek lightly, his tearful eyes found yours and you shared a delicate look that said a thousand words. You lifted yourself up to your knees and wrapped your arms around his back in a tight, suffocating hug.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie request #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie the brave #eddie the banished #eddie the freak munson

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pedroshotwifey · 6 months

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Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too.

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you.

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat.

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up.

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does.

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original.

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on.

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme.

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh.

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes.

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks.

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him.

“Hmm?”

“Did you find the drinks?”

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face.

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again.

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him.

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.”

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look.

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease.

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him.

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time.

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game.

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass.

Perfect. Perfect plan.

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature.

Well, it would have been a perfect plan.

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you.

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers.

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages.

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all.

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way.

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway.

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started.

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure.

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment.

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to.

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place.

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight.

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you.

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you.

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it.

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?”

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited.

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can.

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away.

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.”

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back.

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses.

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago.

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up.

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down.

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail.

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen.

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle.

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken.

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands.

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt.

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for.

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen.

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods.

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you.

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you.

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions.

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form.

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little.

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek.

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now.

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible.

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground.

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere.

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock.

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt.

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle.

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion.

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core.

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now.

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request.

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal smut #frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #werewolf #werewolf smut #halloween #happy halloween #one shot #pwp

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Hey i really love your fics. I was wondering if you could write(if you'd have time,of course) Sihtric x reader where she gets transported back in time from 2023 into 9th century, I was thinking season 3. Anyway, so Sihtric could meet reader in the middle of a forest, and he will be live really surprised by her appearance, like mini skirt and a blouse,or short dress, and he gets instantly smitten with her. And she thinks that he is some sort of cosplayer,but she soon realizes that she travelled back in time. So,they get together on his horse and meet with Uhtred and the rest of the boys and go back to Coocham. She gets a place to stay and helps Gisela. I don't know how it goes from there,you could make it whatever you want. Thanks im advance,could you do it like longer and include some smut. Thanks a lot. Have a good day. (Also,have I mentioned that you're my favourite writer here?) Bye.

Warnings: a little suggestive, not much.

Pairing: Sihtric x modern!you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3k

Note: first of all; OH MY GOD thank you, yes! I am thrilled to write this. I did make some slight changes to your request as I know fics with this theme have been written already, and I don't want to accidentally write something that's nearly the same. So, you requested a longer fic, and this is part 1. Part 2 will be up soon, and that's not the end of it as I am having a lot of fun with this one. And I am your favourite writer? Stop it! Thank you, dear anon. I hope you enjoy this part.

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'You know of Kjartan?'

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You don't remember how you ended up here, or why, all you know is that you woke up with a killer headache in the woods. It seemed like you had spent the night there, as you found yourself waking up, covered, under a pile of crispy leaves. In your Halloween outfit. That's right. You apparently got so drunk at the party that you fell asleep in the woods somewhere on your way home, dressed like a slutty Freddy Krueger, wearing a short, ripped, red and green sweater dress with black fishnet tights underneath and black biker boots. It seemed like you also had been robbed when you were sleeping, as your phone was gone, as were your hat and the bladed glove, which were both part of your outfit.

You felt rather relieved when you walked into a man, who was also dressed up, while you had tried to find your way out of the woods. Which seemed impossible, because you simply didn't recognise anything, as if you had never been there before.

The man was a little startled when you suddenly ran up to him, asking for help, and it confused you even more that he had looked confused.

'Can you help me?' you had asked, 'I've lost my phone and I seem to be lost too. I have no idea where I am. I was at the party last night, I assume you were too, judging by the outfit,' you gestured at him, 'I just need to use your phone. Maps, you know? So I can figure out where I am.' The man was quiet as he took a bite of his apple. And as you simply waited for him to take out his phone, you took in his appearance. He was handsome. You don't remember seeing him at the party, as you were sure you would remember a pretty boy such as himself.

He had short, dark hair, shaved on both sides with two small braids which had some beads in it. A tattoo graced one side of his head, starting above his ear and ending onto his neck. You wondered if the tattoo was real, because you thought it looked pretty damn hot, but it could be a jobstopper. He was wearing a thick, black fur cloak, which you were quite jealous of, because you absolutely regretted dressing up the way you did. You were freezing.

You couldn't really tell what was underneath the cloak, but you couldn't lie, you'd love to find out what he was hiding under there, but all you could see made you assume he just really liked Game of Thrones or something. You could see his shoes and they seemed rather rough. The man was surely dedicated to his outfit.

'You're dressed up as that winter is coming guy, right?' you asked, breaking the awkward silence as the man didn't seem to reach for his phone, or anything else.

'Lady?' the man simply said, confused. You felt slightly spooked as he suddenly spoke.

'The tv show?' you frowned, 'what's his name, ehh, crap. You know, winter is coming or whatever he says? John something… Stark? No, Stark is Iron Man, ehh, you know, right?' you tried and failed. The man looked you up and down, still confused, but you could see he was more or less checking out your bare legs.

'I do not understand, lady,' the man spoke more words now, carefully, and you felt your knees weakening upon hearing his soft, low voice and that sexy accent he carried.

'It's, ah,' you sighed, 'nevermind. I never saw the show either. I just, can I please borrow your phone?'

The man looked at you curiously. Still very confused, but also curious now, and it seemed as if he was thinking really hard about his next words to you.

'No?' he said slowly, not sounding really sure about his own words. But the man simply had no idea what he was saying no to.

'Oh,' you grimaced, 'eh, okay. Can you then at least tell me where we are?'

'Near Coccham, lady,' the man suddenly spoke confidently and a smile appeared on his lips.

God, he was absolutely adorable, calling you 'lady'? Oh, he could call you 'lady' whenever he wanted. Where did this guy come from? You sure hoped you had a mutual friend, because you were to get this boy's number somehow. And as you were already imagining what he looked liked under that cloak, you barely registered what he had said to you.

'Wait,' you suddenly snapped back to reality, 'where?'

'Coccham, lady,' he took a step closer, 'Wessex.'

'Wessex?' you frowned. Last time you checked the party was in London.

'Are you from Mercia?' the man asked, getting a better look at you as his eyes grew wider with each step he took towards you.

'Mercia?' you shook your head, 'n-no. I'm from London.'

'Lundene?' the pretty boy gasped, and his eyes couldn't possibly get any bigger, 'but Lundene is a dangerous place for a lady like you.'

'Eh,' you chuckled nervously, 'it's… not really? I mean, I grew up there, so, you know?'

'You live there, lady?'

'Yes?'

'Do you work there?'

'Well, duh, yeah.'

'Are- are you a whore?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed.

'Lord Uhtred says I- I shouldn't fall in love with a whore again. They only want my silver,' the cute boy suddenly rambled, 'and I mean, I-I have silver! I do. Enough, lady. I can… I could buy you pretty things, if you like, and… but, n-not if you are a whore. I shouldn't do that. Not again. Lord Uhtred says you all want the same,' he stopped talking and suddenly looked shy, as he saw your confused and offended look.

Of course, the hot guy was an absolute nerd and probably a fulltime larper, not that there's anything wrong with that, it just wasn't really your cup of tea. You almost rolled your eyes when you suddenly wondered if larpers like to get a little spicy and hot when they wear their outfits. Was he just role playing now? Was this a larper way of hooking up? You became a little interested in playing along, seeing where this was going, and if he would ever break character. Or… if he was lucky and ended up in your bed, you wondered if he would still call you 'lady'?

'And… what is it we want?' you feigned curiosity.

'My silver, lady,' he chuckled lightly.

'Your silver,' you nodded and tried to look serious, 'and this lord…'

'Lord Uhtred,' the man smiled proudly.

'Uhtred. Where is this lord?'

'In Coccham, lady, I can take you there.'

'To meet the lord?'

'If you wish to, yes, lady.'

His offer was a little tempting, you wondered where on earth he would take you if you accepted. To see a lord? Lord who? And where? Was there a little larp camp somewhere in the woods where you'd be put on trial for dressing like… a whore apparently? Or would he take you to some kind of medieval sex dungeon where you could meet his "lord"? You snorted lightly at that last thought.

'Sure, why the hell not,' you blurted out, 'I am cold. I just want to get out of here. Take me to your lord,' you sighed.

'You are cold, lady?' the man looked a little concerned, which you thought was sweet, even if it was just an act, he did it well, and he was really cute.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'I slept here apparently. I'm freezing my ass off.'

The man frowned with a smile as he listened to you. Then he unclasped his cloak and took another step closer to offer you the warm fur.

'Take this, my lady, it will warm you.'

'Eh, are you… sure?'

'I insist,' the man smiled. So damn adorable.

'O-okay, thank you,' you smiled as you took his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders.

It was heavier than you expected, but it was nice as it was still radiating from the man's body heat, which warmed you instantly.

'Thank you,' you said again, 'what's your name?'

'I am Sihtric, lady, and you?'

Sihtric took your hand as you told him your name, and he pressed a gentle kiss upon the back of your hand, which unexpectedly made you blush.

'So, is Sihtric your real name?'

'Yes, lady,' Sihtric said with a smile, which faded slightly for a moment as it seemed he started to doubt his own name, but his grin quickly reappeared again, 'it's Sihtric, lady,' he nodded confidently.

'So, it's not the character you are dressed as?'

'W- what do you mean?' he asked hesitantly.

'Your name,' you smiled friendly, 'like, on your passport it really says Sihtric?'

'My… pass for… a -a port?,' Sihtric said slowly and shook his head, 'I- I am afraid I do not understand, my lady.'

What a peculiar guy he was. You figured he was probably the typical quiet, shy and polite guy, who would later on completely ravage you with his lord in that sex dungeon you still expected to see.

You smiled at him and told him to forget about it, and just take you somewhere warm. To which his face lit up and he told you that you could ride with him. You gladly accepted and couldn't wait to get into his car. You hoped it was a fancy car, one with heating in the seats, because your legs felt like popsicles now. You followed him and studied his outfit as you glanced over to him a few times. His armour looked good, expensive. You wondered where he got it from. Etsy, maybe? Definitely custom made. The guy must have money. You liked his Mjölnir necklace, the one thing you did recognise, and you told him. Which caused him to blush lightly as he clutched it in his fist, telling you that you must have been sent by the gods.

You felt yourself blush at his words and you had to admit, the medieval way of flirting definitely did something to you.

You studied his face now that he was closer, and you noticed he had several scars. Your eyes then trailed down to his hands, and you became a little uncomfortable as you saw that not just his face, but also his hands had scars, which looked a little too realistic. You wondered if larpers really went for that many details these days. And then you noticed his rings and the tattoos on his fingers.

'Are those real?' you pointed at the lines on his fingers, to which he nodded with a shy smile.

'Does it mean something?' you asked, genuinely curious.

'Each line is one man I killed during battle.'

'Oh,' you said, not expecting that for an answer, 'and… h-how many have you… killed?' you played along.

Sihtric looked at you and held up both his hands, showing you he had quite an amount of lines tattooed. You gave him a polite smile and looked down at your feet, slightly concerned, while you continued the walk to his ride.

'There she is,' Sihtric smiled after a short while.

'A… a horse?' you frowned.

What in the fuckery is this? He had a horse? The man literally had a horse, here, in the woods, while he was dressed as a medieval themed stripper with all his gold and silver.

'Sihtric,' you said calmly, 'is this,' you paused, not trying to snap at him, 'is this your… ride?'

'My horse, yes,' Sihtric smiled, once again proud, 'expensive she was, but a great beast.'

You watched Sihtric pet his horse and you were just at a loss. You grew a little tired of the joke, as you just really wanted some food, some water and warm clothes. Preferably at your own house. But as you still had no idea where you were, or how you ended up here, you really had no other choice than to go with Sihtric. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, you just didn't know what.

'Lady,' he smiled, 'will you hand me the cloak?'

'Eh, sure?' you said, taking it off and handing it to him.

You shivered as you watched Sihtric throw the majestic cloak around his shoulders, and then he beckoned you over. Cautiously, and confused, you walked over to him and his ride, and with ease he mounted you upon his horse. You chuckled lightly at the incredibly weird moment, but the warmth of the animal was pleasant against your cold legs. Before you realised it, Sihtric got up on his horse and sat behind you. Without speaking, he pulled you firmly against his chest, wrapping you inside his warm cloak along with him as he took the reins and ordered the horse to walk.

You had to admit there was something romantic about this, and if this Sihtric guy was trying to hit on you, he was definitely doing it the right way. You couldn't help but feel warm and comfortable against the stranger's chest and inside his cloak. You dare say you even felt safe.

'Are you spoken for, lady?' his voice sounded pleasantly close to your ear when he spoke after a while.

'Eh, no,' you chuckled lightly, 'I am not.'

You heard Sihtric hum softly and you couldn't stop the sudden smile that formed on your face. So he was hitting on you.

'Why?' you decided to ask, 'are you spoken for?'

'No,' he said softly. You glanced over your shoulder and looked up at Sihtric, whose face lit up again and he said, 'not yet.'

You blushed lightly as you understood what he meant, and you quickly turned away from him. If he married you during the larping, would it be official? You had so many questions. Even more questions raised, as your feeling of dread raised too, when you realised you still didn't recognize anything around you as your journey continued. And the feeling of disorientation consumed you when you suddenly saw a fortress in the distance. And you finally gave in to your gut feeling, accepting that something was very, very wrong.

You were sat upon a horse, in the arms of a very hot, medieval looking man, who had asked if you were a whore, and you both had no phone. You had no recollection of getting here, you did not recognize these lands, and you knew for a fact that the fortress you closed in on, was not something created by larpers. Not on this scale.

You tried to put everything together, realising this was some Back to the Future shit. Except, this wasn't the future. This was back to the past. Way back to the past. You suddenly felt lucky that you had paid attention in school during the history lessons, as you were pretty good at that, and you remembered that Wessex became the Kingdom of England in 927. But, clearly, Wessex and Mercia were still separate now, so the year was not 927.

'Where are you from, Sihtric?'

'Dunholm, my lady.'

Dunholm. You remembered Dunholm. You knew there had been a battle and you tried to remember what year it took place. You couldn't get it right. But Dunholm… it bugged you. There was something you knew about Dunholm and clearly wanted to remember. You fidgeted with Sihtric's cloak, pulling some threads as you tried to remember what you learned about it.

'Kjartan,' you suddenly said out loud, 'the cruel.'

Sihtric abruptly stopped his horse.

'You know of Kjartan, lady?' he suddenly asked, his voice a little less soft than before.

'I-I have heard of him, yes.'

'Then you know he is dead.'

Kjartan was dead. Okay, good. Information. When did Kjartan die again? Ehh, it had to be… around 879? 880 maybe?

'Oh, yes,' you chuckled, trying to sound confident, 'of course, he is dead. Ehh.. a shame right?'

'Sure. A shame I didn't kill him,' Sihtric huffed as he spurred the horse to continue.

'Oh,' you grimaced, looking down at the lines on his fingers, understanding that Kjartan was not one of those lines.

'W-when exactly did he… die?'

'It's been thirteen summers, lady.'

Thirteen. Okay, that means you're probably in… Oh, dear god…

'893,' you whispered as you walked through the gates of a burh, which Sihtric had told you was Coccham.

******************

'We are here, my lady,' Sihtric said, quickly dismounting his horse. He held his hands out, helping you off his horse by placing his hands on your hips while you found support by resting your hands on his shoulders. And so he gently brought your feet back on the ground. All while his big eyes looked at you with admiration, as if you were otherworldly. Sihtric was simply besotted by you and your appearance, and he already knew that he would do whatever it would take to make you his wife.

His hands lingered on your waist as he looked down into your eyes, and that's when you noticed he had two different coloured eyes; one hazel and one blue mixed with grey. And if you weren't so anxious, you would've thought it was the most mesmerising sight.

Sihtric noticed your face had grown grave with concern, which he didn't understand. You came from Lundene, of all places, you shouldn't have reason to feel anxious about a place like Coccham. And as Sihtric felt somehow naturally drawn to you, he didn't like the way you had become tense. Yet he also didn't know how to comfort you or if you would even allow him. But all he wanted to do at that moment was to wrap you in his arms. Instead, he took off his cloak again and threw it over your shoulders, covering you up.

Sihtric said he didn't want you to be cold, which was partly true, as it was winter and the lack of clothes you had on was concerning, but he also didn't want any other man to see what he already felt belonged to him.

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I have a request for Eddie x Reader where the reader is his best friend. They’ve been best friends for years, and are extremely close, sharing everything with each other. While hanging out and teasing one another the reader admits to Eddie that she’s worried she’s not good at giving head, (maybe an ex made a comment or something.) Eddie laughs at first, thinking she’s joking, but when he realizes she’s seriously upset about it he tries to comfort her. She ends up asking him if she can blow him to see if she’s bad at it and he’s reluctant, because he’s secretly been in love with her for a while, but eventually let’s her. She’s in love with him too, which is partially why she’s wanting to blow him. After or during the blow job she finally admits to him she’s loved him for a while. (Bonus points for praise kink/princess or good girl used)

Feel free to change anything to make it work for you! Thanks in advance.

What Are Friends For?

This was such a fun idea, bestie! I'm sorry it took me so fucking long!

Eddie Munson x F! Reader / 4.4k words

18+ only, best friends to lovers, pornos, oral (m recieving), fingering (f receiving) praise, nicknames for reader (princess, sweetheart, babe), language.

When Eddie asked you to run some errands with him, this wasn't what you had in mind.

You'd never been in the back room of Family Video—the bold, red 18+ only sign had kept you far away even after the warning stopped applying to you. But Eddie breezed past the curtain like he fucking lived there, so of course you had to follow.

It's really not that exciting. Just a bunch of shelves—the same ones they have in the rest of the store—and if you don't look anywhere for too long, it's like you're watching him browse for a regular movie.

Kind of.

"Hey, look at this," Eddie laughs, flashing one of the covers in front of you. It's a picture of a girl—half-naked but wearing a wide-eyed expression—a cheap replica of the Freddy Krueger glove reaching towards her tits, covered demurely with the palms of her hands.

"Ew, Eddie! Tell me you're not actually watching shit like . . . Wet Dream on Elm Street?"

You'd only been back in Hawkins a day or two—finally home from your first semester of college—but you're glad to see that things with Eddie are the same as always. After the shit storm the last few weeks had been, you needed this to be normal . . . or at least, as normal as it can be when you're shopping for porn together.

Eddie scoffs, but he places the tape back in the same empty space on the shelves. "Jesus, when did you turn into such a prude, princess? I thought going to college was supposed to fix that."

Ouch. Eddie may know you better than anyone, but that doesn't make him a mind reader. You shrug the comment off, despite the sting. "Guess it didn't work on me."

Leaving Eddie where he is, you sneak off to a new aisle, one where you can feel a little more comfortable letting your eyes brush over the lewd pictures to satisfy your curiosity, if nothing else. It's actually kind of . . . fun, in a weird way—comparing the sex appeal of all the bare-chested men stretched out on silk sheets, laughing at the cheesy titles.

Until you catch Brian's eyes staring back at you from the front of one of the video tapes.

Then there's his shining, wet smile, the feeling of his hands slipping against your skin in the darkness of somebody else's bedroom, heavy breaths and muffled music and is this okay?

"Blowjobs, huh?"

You flinch, heart stuttering when you turn towards the voice, feeling stupid for getting so worked up. It's just Eddie.

"What?"

He points to the same video that shoved you into the spiral. On second glance, the man doesn't really look like Brian—older, for sure, with a little less boyish charm . . . and a much bigger dick bulging against his underwear.

There's a girl on her knees in front of him, dainty hands planted on his thighs, and you wonder if you'd looked like that when it happened—all coquettish and doe-eyed, pink tongue hanging out of your wide-open mouth.

Maybe then he would have called you back.

"Oh, no, I was just—" you swallow hard, skin itching where it grows warm across your chest. You don’t get the chance to think through what you say next. "What does it feel like?"

There's a little crease between Eddie's knitted brows. "What does what feel like?"

"Um, getting your dick sucked?" You're all hot with shame, but Eddie's hardly phased.

"It feels awesome. Why?"

You could brush it off. He'd take your words at face value if you hit him with a just curious, but you're tired carrying this secret, and the longer it sits inside of you the more it feels like you're lying.

"You remember that guy I told you about, right?"

Eddie frowns. "What guy?"

"You know . . . Brian. The one from my Creative Writing class?"

"You never said anything about a guy," he says, and the tone of his voice is hard as he doubles down.

Damn him. Eddie had been paying more attention than you'd given him credit for in those weekly phone calls. You had to keep most of the conversation PG anyways—since there was always somebody waiting for their chance to snatch up the hall phone the second you'd set it back on the receiver—but you could have told Eddie about the whole thing without mentioning any of the nitty gritty.

If you had wanted to.

"Maybe I forgot." You shrug, pretending to browse, like Eddie wouldn't see through that act in half a minute. "Anyways, we went out a couple of times right before finals, and kind of . . . hooked up at a party and I went down on him. I dunno, I thought he might've liked me, but he stopped calling me back."

Eddie lets out a sharp sigh. "Christ. What an asshole."

"You don't know that," you snap, feeling oddly defensive, "maybe it was bad." Maybe I was bad, you think.

But that just makes him laugh in his distinctly Eddie way. "Unlikely, babe."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Uh, it means that getting your dick sucked is pretty much always great," —he shrugs one shoulder, eyes tracing along the shelves again without seeing anything— “besides, you’re good at everything.”

You've developed a sudden, irresistible interest in ceiling tiles. "Whatever."

The silence between you is uncomfortable, and loaded like a gun, neither able to look at each other but both too flustered to look anywhere else.

"Well," Eddie cuts the tension in a voice that rides the line between serious and ironic, "there is one way to improve your technique."

He's got the not-Brian video again, waggling it in front of your face.

Your first instinct is to slap it out of his hand, but you manage to keep your arms down, turning away from him instead.

"Gross, Eds," you mumble, but just thinking about it still makes you warm between your thighs.

The more Eddie waits, though, the more he's convincing himself of it. He leans up against the shelf with his idea face on. The one that always comes before trouble.

"You wanna learn, right? Then you gotta learn from the best."

He holds the video out to you, but this time you can tell he's serious.

"I can't, I- my parents would see."

"Okay. I'll check it out for you." He adds it to his stack with the other video he’s grabbed before tucking it under his arm. You lunge for the tape, eyes wide, boxing him out with your shoulder when he reaches for it. Eddie doesn’t hold back, leaning all his weight against you until you’re pushed against the shelves, the hard slats digging into your chest and thighs.

You’re a little too old for play-fighting, but that’s not what’s got you all embarrassed. Eddie’s body smothers yours, warm and soft and so much fucking better than you’d imagined it, and he’s making these little grunting noises in your ear, trying to get a hold of the tape.

Oh fuck.

You let him take it. Not the best option, but it’s more mature than throwing the fucking thing across the room, and that’s not a conversation you’re willing to have with the guy at the front desk. Eddie’s distracted enough by his success that you can finally slip past him, into the open air. He adds the tape triumphantly back under his arm, wearing a cheeky grin.

The victory’s gone to his head, clearly. “Should we go, or do you want to find another one while we’re here?”

"I don’t have anywhere to watch it, Eds." You’re still breathing hard, and the heat in your cheeks won’t dissipate.

“Watch it at the trailer, dummy."

"Okay,” you laugh, “what are you gonna do while I'm watching porn?"

He shrugs, looking down at his hands, picking some dirt out from under a nail. "We needed something for movie night, anyways.”

Jesus. That stuns the laughter right out of you. "This is different, Eddie."

He’s got this smile on when he gets in your face, your favorite little cheeky, shit-eating grin that makes your heart flop around in your chest.

"Why? You worried you're gonna go all crazy with lust, baby? You afraid you're gonna fall in love with me?" He bats his big eyes at you, just joking again.

Like you needed a reminder of what got you in this mess in the first place. Fuck somebody else to get over Eddie Munson sounded like a way easier thing in your head.

Still, it's not the worst idea ever. You mull it over, chewing on the thought like a tough piece of meat. Watching a porno with your best friend would be all kinds of awkward, but it also might be the least embarrassing way to get the answers you need.

Which says a lot about how dire your situation is.

Eddie misreads your silence, slipping the tape back from underneath his arm, holding it out to you, a peace offering. “Listen—we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

You keep your hands at your sides, eyes flashing between Eddie’s soft brown ones and not-Brian’s on the box.

"Do you think- do you think it would actually help?"

Eddie makes a sound like I don't know, shrugging his shoulders. "There's one way to find out."

He’s right about that. You dig your nails into your palms and let out a heavy breath.

"Okay . . . but let's find a different video."

The couch cushions are squishy beneath your palms, and you rock back and forth, eyes anywhere but the TV or Eddie. He’s on one knee in front of the wobbly little stand, bent in half and fiddling with the controls, pretty cavalier about the whole thing as he tosses the case on the floor. He flops down beside you once he reaches the couch, grabbing a pillow off the floor and tossing it in his lap.

"Comfortable?"

Eddie leans over, sticking his fingers in your side until you squirm and let out a few little high-pitched giggles that sound nothing like your usual laugh.

"I'm good, Eds."

He hums a sound, making it clear he doesn’t believe you. You hope the whirr of the tape will cover how heavy you're breathing.

It doesn’t start out so bad. The screen lights up with the little blonde girl from the cover lying spread out on the red sheets. She shifts around for a few seconds, posing seductively while the guy—who looks nothing like Brian, this time—kisses at her pink lips, big and barrel chested, swallowing her body under his as he crawls on the bed. Just kissing and moaning, with loud wet mouths.

You know, like any other movie.

Eddie shifts beside you, just settling into the couch cushions, and you try to stay relaxed, gripping at your knees tight enough to feel the bones moving underneath.

The man pets a big hand down over the woman’s hip as he adjusts for the camera, slipping it between her thighs and pressing tight against the lace of her underwear while she moans, writhing against the sheets.

It’s getting harder to breathe. Brian hadn’t really touched you the night it happened—just second base—cupping your tits over your clothes while he kissed you all sloppy and wet. You’ve thought about hands under your skirt before, late at night in your dorm—imagining thick, long fingers and heavy rings.

But that part doesn’t last long enough for you to dwell on it. She’s getting on her knees.

The air in the room grows tighter, like saran wrap across your face, and you think Eddie is watching you, the burn of his eyes warm against your cheek. Maybe he is, but you don’t dare check, glued to the screen while the girl slips the man’s cock from under the band of his boxers.

Jesus. It’s not like you’ve seen that many dicks—just the one—but there’s got to be something wrong with this guy. They’re definitely not supposed to be that big. It looks like a monster from a sci-fi movie, like the chest-burster from Alien, red and throbbing. The girl can barely wrap her hands around him, trying to unhinge her jaw just to get his cock part way in her mouth.

“You okay, sailor?”

Eddie’s nudging you with his foot, graying sock planted against your clenched thigh. You let your eyes fall closed, counting back from ten.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, but your voice is tight.

It feels like you’re gonna crack a tooth the way you can’t get your jaw to release, watching on the TV as the big man takes that poor girl’s head in his hands, shoving her down farther and farther over his angry, red, monster dick until she’s gagging, shining tears in her eyes. The retching sounds pour out of the tinny speakers, rattling your whole brain.

“Okay,”—you’re off the couch before you can really think about where you’re headed, fumbling for the power button on the front of the TV, pressing a bunch of others in your haste, stopping when you hear the heavy click. The screen buzzes out with a hum, and you fall on your ass to the carpet.

You can see Eddie on the couch in the screen’s distorted gray reflection, eyes so big they’re taking up half his face.

“You okay?” he asks, quiet.

It’s hard to know for sure. Your body buzzes with the static of conflicting feelings, like you’re only half-way here.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. That was just, you know . . . a lot.”

Eddie clears his throat, and maybe you should turn around and face him, but you’re not sure what he’d see when he looked at you—if all your emotions are just sitting there on the surface of your skin, waiting for him to pick them apart.

“Yeah,” Eddie hums, “they’re not all that intense, though. We could always go find another one.”

“I think the one was enough.”

You try to laugh, to show him that it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t handle it. Maybe that’s why Brian had left you in the dust. He was probably looking for a girl to give him something like that. Maybe all guys were. And that’s got you feeling really small.

Eddie crawls from the couch, moving to sit beside you, one hand still bunched in the pillow to keep it tight against his lap.

“It’s no big deal, sweetheart. We could always—”

Whatever he’s about to say next though, you’re not even thinking about it—too busy putting the pieces together for an entirely different puzzle.

“Are you hard?” you blurt the question out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie flushes, and that’s answer enough.

Your mouth floods wet and hot, and you curl your fingers into the carpet, trying to swallow it all back down. Now is not the time to think about Eddie’s cock in your mouth. There is no good time to think about your best friend’s cock in your mouth. Thinking about his rings catching in your hair, the way his head would fall back as you tasted him, his deep voice full of whimpered moans and praise while you sucked the soul out of him.

“I mean— we were just watching porn, so it would be normal, you know, if you were.”

“I, uh, yeah. I can’t help it.”

He laughs, maybe to make you feel more comfortable, but it’s got you wishing the floor would raise up and swallow you. You should have kept your fucking mouth shut.

“Oh.”

A few beats of silence pass, and you wonder if you’re ever gonna be able to come back from this, or if you’re gonna spend the rest of your life wishing you could drive into oncoming traffic.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He nudges you on the shoulder, and your hands find their way to your cheeks, pressing in until it hurts, trying to hide from him and to stop the sting of tears at the back of your throat.

“It’s stupid,” you whisper.

Eddie takes both your wrists in his gentle, calloused hands, tugging until he can look you in the eyes.

“Now you gotta tell me, princess.”

His thumb traces little shapes on the inside of your wrist, and there has to be some kind of magic he’s hiding from you, because you’re actually thinking about telling him the truth.

“It’s really dumb, okay? I just thought . . . if I’m gonna learn . . .”

What you don’t say is that he’s the only person you trust enough for something like this. You don’t tell him that it feels like your only hope. You don’t tell Eddie how badly you want it to be him.

His thumb stops right against your thrumming pulse.

“Oh.”

“Sorry, sorry, it was fucking stupid and I should just go—” You’re almost to your feet when he grabs at you again, pulling you to a stop.

“It’s not stupid.”

Eddie lets the pillow drop from his lap, and your eyes trace over him—down the Metallica logo on his shirt and his belt buckle and the bulge in his jeans.

The weight of the moment slows your movements, has you straining to meet his eyes before you ask, “are you sure, Eds?”

“Yeah, of course I’m sure,”—he swallows— “if it’ll help you out, yeah.”

You didn’t expect that. Didn’t think he’d give you a yes, and now you’ve got to ask yourself if it would be better to see Eddie Munson fall apart for you just once in your life, or never at all.

“Should we just-” you gesture back to the couch, and Eddie takes a couple steps in that direction until his knees buckle against the cushions. You slip to the ground with a little help, steadying yourself on the arm rest.

It’s fucking weird, finding your balance with your hands at his thighs, feeling the denim beneath your palms and the soft give of his skin beneath that. Eddie’s taking heavy breaths through his parted lips when you look at him, looking almost as scared as you feel.

“You’re still gonna be friends with me, right? Even if this sucks?”

That makes him laugh, and he nods. One of your hands snakes towards his belt.

“Wait,”—Eddie catches your fingers between his, tugging a little— “do you think we should kiss first?”

“What?”

“I mean,” his cheeks go pink, and he won’t look you in the eye, staring at the hand that’s caught yours while he fiddles with one of his rings, “you’re about to have my dick in your mouth. I just thought, maybe that would be weird, so . . .”

“You think kissing first would make this less weird?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Eddie says, but the dejected look on his face talks louder, “I’m just being stupid—”

You catch his jaw in your hand, pressing your lips to his before you can talk yourself out of it.

Eddie’s kiss is warm and soft after he gets over the shock of it, relaxing into you with a gentle sigh that sends a jolt through you, whole body electrified. Something about him tastes familiar—like he’s been stealing all your chapstick from your bag again—but there’s nothing greasy left on your skin when he shifts, catching your bottom lip between his own. He just tastes like Eddie.

And you can’t get enough of it. Even when you know that you should pull away—when you recognize that this is more than a friendly pre-blowjob peck—you don’t want to. You press forward instead, just letting your tongue brush the seam of his lips. Eddie smiles against you.

Then he jumps back with a little huh, almost like a moan. You’re surprised to see that your hand had slipped from his belt buckle, tracing the shape of his cock through his jeans.

“Oh,” your cheeks go flush, and you pull your hand back just a little, “sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Eddie tells you, “did you wanna . . .?”

He glances back down at his bulge.

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

You slip the strap of his belt through the loops before fiddling around with the buckle. The metal clinks when you push it to the side, jingling a little as Eddie shifts. There’s the soft pop of the button, and the metallic rumble of his zipper, uncovering more and more of Eddie’s blue boxers, and it’s all got you on pins and needles, shaking with anticipation. You keep your eyes on his when you reach inside the fabric, finding him by touch instead of sight.

Oh. Eddie’s cock is warm in your palm as you slip it from the gap in his boxers. He’s a little bigger than Brian was, but not enough to scare you, deep blue veins tracing paths from the patch of dark hair at the base up to the pink flushed head.

This one only brings the total number of dicks you’ve seen up to three, but Eddie’s is definitely the prettiest.

His thighs are tense under your arms as you explore him with your fist, bouncing your hand just slightly, your thumb tracing one of his veins. Eddie’s trying to keep it together for you—lips pressed tight so you won’t hear the little sounds he’s making, or the pink flush climbing up his neck, but you know, and you see it, and you want more.

You lean in just close enough for your lips to hover over the tip, stopping before your lips brush against him.

“Let me know what feels good?” you ask.

Eddie nods, voice tight. “Just . . . start slow.”

Easy enough. You let some spit collect at the front of your mouth, coat the tip of your tongue with it before parting your lips against his burning skin, just wide enough that you can take the head inside, sealing your lips under the seam.

“Yeah, shit, just- just like that.”

You’ve hardly done anything—just circled your tongue around him, pressing at the slit a little, but Eddie’s acting like you’ve fucking put a man on the moon, curling one hand in your hair, the other in a white-knuckle grip against the couch cushions. You take a little more of him, and the stretch isn’t so bad when you glance up through your lashes.

Eddie’s got his head thrown back, jaw taut and chest heaving, and it’s got you wondering if he was right earlier.

Maybe you are good at everything.

The praise goes straight to your head, of course, confidence doubled knowing that Eddie likes the way your mouth feels around him, and wasn’t that what all of this was for?

“Fuck, princess, that’s so fucking good. Fucking perfect.”

The hand in your hair guides you, but gently, as you bounce up and down on his cock, tugging a little at your roots until you whine. There’s a swell of pleasure in your belly, one that travels straight to your cunt when he groans, and you know you’ll be thinking about this moment for a long time, every night you’re alone.

You’re getting far enough down that you can feel the head of his dick nudging at your soft palate, eliciting a soft gag each time your head dips to kiss the edge of your fingers. Some spit leaks down from the seal of your lips, and you spread it with your palm, coating all the spaces you’re not going to be able to reach.

And Eddie’s so fucking loud—just the way you want him—whining and babbling as his hips shift and his dick twitches and you’re sure you’re gonna make him cum some place besides your dreams.

“Jesus, princess,” Eddie pants, and he can’t get a whole word out between his heavy breaths, “knew you’d be good at this. Never could stop thinking about you on your knees for me.”

What?

Maybe he forgot you were here. Maybe he’s thinking about somebody else to get through this, imagining their lips and their hands, but you don’t think so, even if it’s always seemed impossible. With the way he’s cupping the back of your head so gently, how you can feel his muscles shift under the palm of your hand, you know Eddie’s too far gone to lie to you.

And maybe that makes you a little crazy, doubling your efforts as you hollow your cheeks around him, letting your tongue lave over his sticky tip, tracing the shape of him until he can’t help himself.

“Jesus, fuck, baby—” he’s trying to pull you off him, maybe embarrassed about how easy it was for you to get him so close, maybe worried that you don’t want a mouthful of his cum.

But that’s exactly what you want. You hear his deep groan, feel it shaking in your chest as it drips down your throat, and you swallow every drop of it.

“Jesus H. Christ.”

That’s all Eddie has for you when you finally pull off him, eyes blown wide and expression slack. For the first time, you let yourself think about how pretty he is without the accompanying guilt.

When he gets a hold of himself, he can’t meet your eyes, too busy tucking his spit-coated dick back into his pants to look at you.

You crawl up on the couch beside him, just watching, smiling too wide. It makes your jaw ache, but you can’t help it. Eddie’s all embarrassed when he finally meets your eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, scooting a little closer, pressing chest to chest. It’s your turn now to be a tease, after all the shit he’s given you. “I’m just wondering how long you’ve had your little crush on me.”

“Okay,” Eddie blanches, looking for some kind of escape route, but you’re not giving him an inch, “it’s not that big of a deal . . .”

“Yes it is, Eddie. Because, if we’re being honest with each other now, I want you, too.”

Eddie’s hand shakes when you take it in your own, trembling against your thighs when you press it up your skirt, holding against the soaked fabric between your thighs. He lets out a little surprised breath, eyes searching. He looks scared to death of you.

“Oh, fuck. Really?”

You hum, pressing his fingers tighter against your core until one slips between your lips, right up against your dripping hole.

“Since I made one of your fantasies come true, why don’t you return the favor?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, like he still can’t believe his luck, “okay.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #my writing #requests

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌

I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.

He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)

That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.

This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD

Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.

And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD

Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )

Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD

Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅

Horror Villains sorted by Love Language

A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).

Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2

@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2

Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD

Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏

Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD

Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~

#i hope you do like it here!! ^^ you seem lovely and we're happy to have you!! ^^ 💛💛💛

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dilf-fuckersblog · 1 year

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rating: explicit

paring: Freddy Krueger x female!reader

description: You were having wet dreams, sexual desires, and then someone or something is here to help..

title: 'Love Me'

warnings, HEAVY SMUT; pining, 18+ minors dni!!, bit of making out, pain kink, female receiving, unprotected oral-sex, overstimulation, blood, bit of fluff, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, wet dreams, Freddy calling you his 'dirty little whore', reader being needy, and that's it lol.

You were there, laying on your bed..touching yourself from the wet dream you were having. Freddy was pounding his fat cock inside your tight pussy, making you clench around your own fingers—-wanting him more than ever, moaning out his name.."Freddy!" You moaned out, you were so close to cumming until you felt someone on top of you.

"Moaning my name, huh? Thought you'd get away with this, you dirty little whore." He said, in a deep voice–-making you clench tighter around your fingers before you took them out of your wet pussy.

Freddy grabbed both of your hands and pinned them to the headboard, making you whimper. Freddy leaned in and started to bite, suck, and lick on your neck while his gloved hand ripped off your clothes.

"Freddy!!" You whined out, he smirked—-taking the covers off of you. "Oh, you dirty little bitch." He rasped out deeply. He shoved two of his sharp fingers and shoved them up your tight hole.

You cried out in pain, but slowly turned into pleasure. Blood was spilling out of your hole. It was still stinging from the pain but it felt so good, You still couldn't help but whimper from the pain, but pleasure was mixed in with the pain.

You shouldn't be enjoying being in pain, but for some reason, it turned you on.

You didn't know why but, you just wanted him to stop teasing you and fuck you.

"Just fuck me, Freddy!" You whined out.

"Not yet, slut." He hissed as he kept thrusting his sharp knives into your pussy. You were a moaning, whimpering mess.

Freddy chuckled darkly, he was surprised you were actually actually enjoying this. "I'm- Freddy! Oh- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out but it was slurred and more high pitched.

"Good, cum for me whore."

He picked up the pace more, making a pornographic, high pitched moan leave your mouth. "Fred- ah! - mm!" Was all you could get out before your orgasm crashed over, making you scream out his name.

Freddy smirked, taking out his knives and licking the cum mixed in with the blood that got on them.

"F-Freddy! Just fuck me!" You cried out.

"Needy, aren't ya'?" He chuckled, starting to take his clothes off, and did the same with you. You were getting very impatient, you needed him this instant.

Soon enough, he lines up with your enterance-—slowly pushing himself into you, inch by inch.

Then, he slammed himself into you, giving you no time to adjust. You let out a loud scream, he smirked again, starting to pound his fat cock into your tight, wet pussy. very rough, and fast. You were losing your mind, going cockdumb.

"You gonna be good and cum for me, my dirty little whore?" He growled out, "ye- ah! - fuck! yes! don't stop!!" You moaned out, his thrusts were getting sloppy, and even faster.

Freddy then put one of his ungloved hands onto your clit, pressuring it while still pounding into you.

"I'm gonna - fuck! - cum!" You moaned out, but it was more pornographic and high pitched, he knew you were close to cumming so he put more pressure on your clit–-circling it.

You were clenching around him very tight, he was so close to cumming as well so he quicked the pace more, wanting you to cum all over his cock. "Cum for me.." he slurred, then you cummed..screaming his name, but he was still pounding into you through your orgasm—-clenching around him tight like that, he's not gonna last. And he didn't.

Freddy finally cummed inside of you, making you scream..tears filled your eyes, and you started shaking from the overstimulation.

He slowly pulled out of your wet pussy, laying on top of you.

He kissed your head and whispered a 'i love you' .

"I love you too, Fred." You said, with a weak smile—-then going to sleep quickly, passing out.

"So cute."

Tags: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @bisexual-horror-fan @ethanhawkelover 💗💗

#minors dni!!#smut #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader smut #freddy krueger smut #horror #a nightmare on elm street #a nightmare on elm street smut #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x you

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gotboredoftheblog · 4 years

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i dont care anymore im going to sleep

#freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #halloween #michael myers #ghostface #scream #bubba sawyer #leatherface #the texas chain saw massacre #jason voorhees #friday 13th #billy lenz #black christmas #f/o #comfortzone #monster fucker #valid <3 #x reader

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slashersinmyprofile · 4 years

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Imagine your F/O rubbing your back after a long day, trying to get you “in the mood” only to put you to sleep, so they put you to bed themselves and cuddle you until the next morn 😳💖

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selfinducedhell · 4 years

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attention thief

#f/o #fo #villain fo #Selfship #shelf insert #self shipping #Selfshipping #fictional other #slasher #slasher boyfriend #my art #slasher imagines #freddy krueger x reader #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #slasher headcanons #art_induced

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slasher-trasher · 3 years

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Hi 👋

Can you do a another one about the immortal witch.

🌸Maybe some fluff? 🌸

A/n: You're back thank you! I've been having writers block and I didn't know what to write for quiet some time (I still don't) but of course I'll write for you! Also i did use they/them pronouns

Slashers x Witch! Reader

Warnings: bl00d, curs3!ng/sw3@r!ng, spells, the devil

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Michael Myers:

"You fucking devil praising witch!" Some has yelled at you for your withchy apperence and f course, you were upset. They harressed you in public, you'd be upset.

So, when you got home you went to Michael, who was sitting peacfully on his seat, you ran over to him, hugging him and sobbing into his chest. He was taken aback and confused. Usually he would never, ever let you get this close to him, let alone give him this sort of affection, but after a couple of attempts (not at his full strength of course) of trying to get you off, you didn't, so he left you there hugging him, and sobbing.

Once you eventually let it all out and told him, you fell asleep, there in his lap. He didn't move, nor did he want to, so he sat there.

Eventually he got up, gently moving you aside, so he could get some work done...

Jason Voorhees:

His mother "cursed" you and would always mess up your potions and spells. She was positive you were the devil, and she never ever wanted her sweet baby boy with a "monster"

Jason knew about this but never told anyone, not the random animals that roam around, and not you ever. You came to him crying and frustrated another spell didn't come out right. You cried and cried and cried. You didn't deserve this you wanted it to workout so badly. He went with you to help you, and do the best he can, and once his mother saw this, she couldn't help but leave you alone, seeing as Jason really loved you, and you loved Jason. Finally the spell worked and it was used as a protection spell for him. And yes, his mother felt guilty, but you and him cuddled a ton afterwards.

Freddy Krueger:

This dude, may seem to never care, but he does, believe it or not. So when he was notcing you getting picked on and yelled nast things he would make sure, he would make their life hell... >:(

After haunting the shit out of their dream, he would move on to your dream, while he saw you just laying in your bed, looking miserable. "Maybe i am the devil, Freddy" you said not even looking at him. "Of course you're not" he said climbing into the bed with you cuddling you warmly. "Don't worry anyway, they're taken care of" He smiled "Freddy how-" "shhhhhh"

Chucky:

He saw you laying on the couch just flipping through channels on tv. "You ok there" he asked crawling onto the couch. He grew concnered when you didn't respond.

He went over and grabbed your arm, tugging it a bit, you looked down at him and just started crying, you hugged him tightly, laying with him on the couch. "Whats wrong" he eventually asks once you calm down a bit. "P-people called me the devil" once he heard that he excused himself, and of course killed, after that he somehow managaed to get cookies and your other favorite nakcs for you, as the two of you cuddled and watched tv.

Bo Sinclair:

He noticed the way the girl in the next group treated you. Bo flirted with her and she flirted back, and picked on you for "trying to make moves on him" thinking he was single. Well he wasnt. When she found out you were a witch, she ran straghit to Bo and called you a monster. She wasn't seen again.

Bo couldn't believe someone would talk about you like that, when he noticed you wouldn't come out of your room to cook for any of them, he got worried and went to your aid. He saw you at your desk, sitting there, no witch related stuff anywere. "Uh, (y/n) you ok?" he asked quietly, he slowly came from behind and hugged you with love. You felt bad, "maybe... maybe I am a monster, not everyone does witchy stuff" he just hugged you, sweetly. "Don't think that" he said kissing your cheek. You two enjoyed eachother's company happily together. Lester and Vincent were forced to cook on there own... it didn't turn out well.

Vincent Sinclair:

He never saw you so upset before, you came in and seemed to have been crying for quiet sometime. He got up from his seat and came and hugged you sweetly, kissing your hair.

You explained to him that you were bullied by one of the people in the group and he just hugged you tighter and shook his head. You said they sabatoged your stuff and everything, and it needed to be replaced. He let go of you and handed you a sketch of you making spells. He was happy when you grabbed it and smiled widely. "This is beautiful" you smiled as he got a strand of hair out of your face.

Lester Sinclair:

He was very, very sad to see you fail at yet another potion you were working on. You got so frustrated you threw your book to the other side of the room. He came next to you, rubbing your shoulders.

"are you... are you ok?" he asked gently. You nodded, not really wanting to explain anything. He led you to the bed and laid you down to cuddle with him. "Hey, if your potions and stuff aren't working, you should take a break, maybe you're stressing yourself out too much." he exlpained handing you your favorite snack. You thanked him and you relaxed, eventually falling asleep.

Brahms Heelshire:

He watched you, and when another spell wouldn't work you threw your arms up and cried your eyes out. From the walls he was concerned, why is this so importnant. He crawled out the walls to hangout with you.

"Please... hangout?" he asked in his childlike voice. You shook your head crying "Brahms can't you see how frustrated I am with this right now, I don't want to play with you-" you get cutoff when he comes and hugs you all of a sudden. You froze, but eventually hugged back, "play.. please" he asked in his childlike voice again. Maybe this is what you need, to just take a break and relax and play. Ad thats what you did with your favorite boy.

Billy Loomis:

Stu was joking around with you, picking on your "witchy-voodoo stuff" and then something he said made you upset, that you went quiet. Billy looked over at you concerned when he noticed you going quiet. He glared at Stu who also went quiet, as to be careful to not upset you or Billy.

He got up and hugged you, peacfully. He never had a soft side but you were something different, something special to him. He dragged you to the couch and laid your head in his lap peacfully playing with your hair. "what scary movie you want?" he asked after a little bit of silence. Stu sat there next to yall. "my favorite one duh" you laughed a bit and you cuddled together while you watched the scary movie~

Stu Macher:

He was outraged when he heard Billy was making fun of you for being a witch, that was the last line for him. He came to comfort you smiling. "stu you don't need to-" he shook his head. "Yes i do" he said rocking back and forth with you.

You both cuddled soundly together and made potions and spells together. "Hey can you make one to... to kill someone for me" He asked slyly "Who?" you asked curiously "Welll..." you just rolled your eyes and kissed him on the cheek. He giggled smiling at you, lucky to have someone like you in his life.

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charliedawn · 3 years

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Author I shall request something. Soft boy Freddy with a bit of him being shy x female reader 👀👀👀👀👀

(Now, I couldn't see a very timid Freddy, so I decided to do a shy angry Freddy. I mean, Freddy is supposed to be sassy and confident. It's his personality. And it was difficult to see him as "shy".)

Freddy :

"Go out with me."

Freddy almost dropped his drink in surprise when you asked him. He raised his face towards you with widened eyes, wondering if he heard you right ?

"W..What ?"

He started, before chuckling and leaning back to eye you up and down.

" Is that your attempt at a joke ? Not very funny, if you ask me.."

But, you shook your head and repeated with a bit more determination.

" No ! I mean it. Please, go out with me.."

You closed your eyes, expecting the rejection or the mocking laugh that would surely follow, but were surprised when Freddy only shrugged and nodded in agreement.

" Fine. I'll go out with you, sweetheart.."

You raised your head to look him directly in the eyes, but he was already sipping his drink—as if nothing happened. You smiled widely at the fedora demon that was doing his best to hide his blush from you.

" Well, I'll see you tonight at 6 pm, M. Krueger !"

And with that, you were gone. You didn't hear his next words while he glanced at you with a small sheepish smile.

" You're really too cute, sweetheart.."

Two hours later :

Freddy locked himself up in his room and the slashers are starting to notice the sudden disappearance of their loud friend. However, one of the nurses arrive and ask Michael, Arthur and Pennywise to follow her, Freddy having requested their presence. The other slashers find it odd, but do not question it either. The three of them follow the nurse to Freddy's door and Michael knocks gently at the door. But, no answer.

" Freddy ? Buddy ? Can we come in ?"

Pennywise asks, but he still doesn't get an answer. They are definitely worried now and decide to open the door nonetheless. The three slashers did not plan on the man to freeze at the site of them and run to hide under his covers.

" Go away ! I ain't wanna see nothing and no one ! P*ss off !"

Pennywise groans in annoyance before trying to get the covers off Freddy that is clutching them for dear life.

" You called for us, you dumb f*ck ! Now, get up and explain !"

Arthur sighs before sitting next to him and tilts his head to the side, trying to take a glance at Freddy through the drapes.

" Okay..What is it, M. Krueger ?"

Freddy grumbles an answer, but it is muffled by the covers and Arthur frowns in confusion at the other slashers that only shrug in answer, as clueless as he is. Arthur sighs loudly before turning towards Freddy once more.

" We can't hear you, Freddy. Now, could you please stop this childish attitude and tell us what is wrong ? In order to help, we need to know what is the problem."

Freddy stops moving for a moment before finally standing up and facing the three slashers that all seem to be concerned now, even though quite curious as well.

" I need help..with chicks.."

The three of them look at each other before Pennywise finally seems to understand and bursts out laughing.

" Really, Freddy ?! You want us to give you dating advice ?!"

Freddy glares at the clown.

" F*ck ya ! You can go if you're just gonna make fun of my a** all evening !"

But, Pennywise doesn't and only sits down on a nearby chair with the best sh*t eating grin Freddy has ever seen on his face.

" Oh no no no..I'm far too amused now. Come on. Plus, I'm your buddy. No way I'll leave now !"

Freddy sighs loudly before leaning back down and glancing at the two others that still haven't reacted.

" And you ? Gonna help me, or nah ?"

Arthur is the first to answer, and can't help but smile at the surprising request.

"I frankly did not expect that..But, tell me, Freddy..Why us ?"

Freddy sighs before finally getting rid of the covers and fidgeting a little before admitting.

" You're the only ones that I find decent enough for the job..You're straightforward and do not act like "children", which I can't say for most of the slashers around here..Plus, Michael had a wife. He knows...women."

Michael smiles and finally nods before writing something in his little notebook.

"I think it's the closest you've ever complimented anyone. Plus, you're not wrong. I'll give you that..I can't leave you hanging. I'm in."

Arthur and Pennywise smile as well and nod in agreement. Pennywise then pats Freddy's shoulder affectionately.

" Yeah ! We're gonna help you ! Us, monsters, have to stick together."

Freddy feels grateful to the three of them and wants to thank them, but only coughs to hide his embarrassment instead.

" Yeah yeah..Well, we should probably start by what I'm gonna wear..?"

20 mins later :

"I just say a tuxedo would be nice.."

Arthur claims before Pennywise snorts and shakes his head negatively.

" What are ya talking about ?! He should dress normal ! A t-shirt, pants and whatever humans usually wear ! Anything but his horrible sweater.."

" On that, we can agree."

Arthur agrees and then turns towards Michael.

"And you, Michael ? What do you think ?"

Michael looks at the two slashers before sighing and writing something down.

" I think M. Krueger is very nice in his own style. His clothes may need to be washed and ironed once or twice, but I think he shouldn't be changing his appearance too much.."

Freddy smiles gratefully at the tall man that smiles back. They may not be the closest, but Michael always knew what to say..or write. He clicks his fingers together and his clothes suddenly seem brand new. Michael smiles—satisfied—while the two other men shrug.

"Suits you.."

Pennywise finally comments and Arthur nods in agreement. Freddy blushes a little, but still manages to answer with a smug grin.

" Yes. I know.."

Arthur rolls his eyes dramatically while Pennywise snickers.

" Don't get too cocky though, you smug bast*rd !"

To which Freddy only nods and smiles even wider. Michael stands up and, to everyone's surprise, playfully pats Freddy's head.

" You're gonna do fine.."

It takes a moment for the three men to understand that Michael just used words, and not his notebook to communicate. Freddy smiles and tips his fedora at him.

" Thanks, Michael."

Michael nods wordlessly before walking out, the two other slashers following him.

" Good luck, M. Krueger."

" Don't fuck it up !"

Freddy grins and chuckles to himself.

" Bunch of weirdos.."

He mutters before hearing a knock on his door. He looks one last time at himself in the mirror before wincing at his physical appearance. He sighs before clicking his fingers together again and his face takes back its natural glamor.

"Looking good, Freddy.."

He tries to give himself confidence before opening the door. He sees you in a pretty (f/c) dress and smiles. You look beautiful. But then, another thought enters his mind. He destroyed everything beautiful in his life..What guarantees him that he won't destroy you too ? However, he doesn't have time to ponder the question any longer as you take his arm and lead him to the exit. He takes a deep breath once outside and then, looks at you with worry.

"How did you manage to get me a free pass ?"

You smile before winking at him.

" Liam helped me. You know, it helps to have friends.."

He chuckles and nods before taking a step outside. He feels free. He looks back at the hospital and smiles again, happy to finally be able to see it in a full picture. It's quite a big building for such a few people..On the other hand, he knows that there must be other patients, human patients..You then wait for a car to park in front of you, two security guards get out, as well as general Douche that smiles at the two of you.

" So..ready for your date ?"

Freddy forces himself to remain polite and shakes Liam's hand.

" Yes. Thank you, for doing this.."

Liam simply nods in response before opening the car for the both of you. You enter and he drives to a little italian restaurant nearby. You all get out and they let you enter first. You sit in front of each other and you can see that many of the customers are guards. You sigh. He seems nervous and you can't blame him. You take his hand and squeeze it a bit, just enough to give him comfort if he needs it.

" Are you okay ?"

You ask and and he answers with a small smile.

" Yes, sweetheart..I'm alright."

However, you don't seem to be. You lower your head and bite your lower lip hesitantly. He arks an eyebrow when you suddenly ask.

" Why did you take that face ?"

He is surprised that you would ask this question so soon, but not completely shocked. He knew that you would ask it..He licks his dry lips before confessing.

" I guess..I thought you would like to see something more appealing than my old creepy decaying face ?"

You know he's trying to make you laugh it off, not make the situation more awkward than it has to be. But, you shake your head.

" Please..Don't. Don't hide from me. I didn't need the face back then, I don't need it now.."

He wants to bury himself in the ground. Why would you want that ?! He's giving you something that he's never considered giving to anyone before: a feeling of security, of familiarity..And you're blaming him for that ? He sighs loudly before finally indulging. He clicks his fingers together and his usual face reappears: all scars, burns and broken dreams..He feels almost relieved when the waiter comes to get their order. They must have been warned of his identity, as the waiter doesn't even flinch when he sees him. Freddy then reminds himself that the men in black are a big clue, all staring at him as if he is the devil himself..Not a very wrong assumption. But, still. He looks at you and frowns, still trying to find what makes you different ?

" Why did you ask me out ?"

The question is out before he can truly process it. You smile at his question and shrug.

" Well..You're interesting, funny and outgoing. I may not have seen it at first, but you're also the most honest. You may have not noticed, but you value honesty and are brave enough not to turn around the bush with false niceties."

Freddy can't help but smile and feel warm inside at the idea that—maybe—you truly like him.

"Well..You're not too shabby yourself, sweetheart."

You smile at each other and then, your orders arrive.

"Well, it's been a long time since I last ate pizza. Nice touch, sweetheart."

You smile and nod before you both start eating.

After dinner :

" So..Just wanted to know something..It's okay if you don't wanna answer but, what's in it for ya ? Watdya want ? A dance with danger ? Know what it's like to be with ol' Freddy ? A good f*ck ? Or, even a dare between you nurses ? It's okay if ya answer yes. I just want to know what I'm getting myself into..you got me ?"

He faces you with a certain curiosity and you frown, not expecting him to think so low of you.

" A...good f*ck ?"

He smiles and seems almost relieved by your answer, misunderstanding it for confirmation.

"Ah ! So, that's it ! You didn't have to go all mushy and stuff on me..You could have just asked ?"

The idea alone shocks and disgusts you so much that you don't notice your reaction until it is too late..You threw your drink at his face. You both look stunned, until you take your bag and run out. He wants to run after you, but Liam stops him.

" I think that's enough, Freddy.."

But, Freddy takes Liam by the arm and yanks him against him, putting his long claw against his throat.

" Tell your men to stand down ! Or I swear I'll cut your f*cking throat, general Douche !"

Liam tries to keep calm and raises his hand to tell his men to stay put. Freddy then takes the remote control in Liam's pocket to deactivate his collar. He then clicks his fingers together to teleport to your location.

When he reappears, he finds you crying and feels..regret ? He sighs loudly to announce his presence and you look up at him with tearful eyes.

"What are you doing here ? Where's Liam ?"

"Hum..Let's say, I ditched him in the restaurant.."

He smiles awkwardly and you then notice his lack of collar. You don't make any comments, but he knows that you are scared. He raises his hands up before sitting down next to you. You stay silent for a minute or two before he confesses.

" I'm..not good at this. I'm not sure what I did to make you upset..but, I'm sorry."

Freddy Krueger apologizing ? That's a first..You think before sighing.

" It's not you..It's just, I'm mad because you see yourself as a bad man that doesn't deserve anything..not even the company of someone who's actually thinks you're a good person.."

At that, Freddy tenses up and grits his teeth in anger. Good ? GOOD ?! He suddenly takes you by the arms to force you to look at him in the eyes.

" And what if I'm not good, huh ? What's in it for you ? I'm not your friend, sweetheart..I'm a dangerous man. Very dangerous. The worst piece of sh*t on this godd*mn planet ! And you're saying that someone might actually like spending time with me ?! Out of all people ?! Heck, what is wrong with you ?!"

His voice cracks a little at the end because of the emotions he is feeling and he lowers his head to hide his tears. You shake your head and gently raises his face back up.

"You're not a monster, Freddy..You're just a man that suffered far too much for one life.."

His breathing quickens and his hold on you tightens when he yells.

"Okay, girly ! I'm going to say this once, so you better get it through your thick skull ! I'm not some misunderstood man with issues. I kill people ! I need nobody and nobody needs me.."

His words surprise you and, even though you feel the tip of his claws digging into your flesh, you answer him with a small smile.

"Well..I need you. Doesn't that count ?"

His eyes widen slightly at your answer, but je quickly shakes his head, as if to convince himself that you are lying to him.

" You're not thinking straight..It's just the thrill of the moment talking.."

You frown and shake your head too.

" No. I know what I'm feeling. You're the most kind and interesting person I know.."

He finally releases you and throws his head backwards to laugh. He takes a few steps back and finally looks at you with the eyes of a scared wild animal.

" I'm not even that interesting, if you think about it ?! I'm rude, I love my garden and I hate people..Amazing, am I not ?!"

He scoffs ironically before turning away from you, intending to disappear in the woods and away from you..But, you take his hand. He looks at your hand, then at you and groans.

" What are ya doing ?! Let go.."

You ignore him, but your next question catches him off guard.

" Do you hate me ?"

" What did ya say ?"

He asks, not understanding the question and also, trying to intimidate you. But, you don't hesitate before repeating, not letting go of his hand.

" I said..Do you hate me ?"

Hate...you ? Of course ! Freddy Krueger hates everybody !..Doesn't he ? D*mn you ! He abruptly shakes your hand off and takes a step back to look at you up and down in astonishment. You. The human. The nothing. You dare shake his beliefs ? He grips the sides of his head and feels panic surge through his whole being. It f*cking scares him. You scare him sh*tless, just by existing...

"....No...."

He finally confesses and you smile before extending your hand towards him once more.

" Then, here ! Have a little faith in me. That's all I'm asking."

He stares at your hand. He always thought that nothing good could ever happen to him..That everything innocent was doomed to eventually be corrupted..But, here you are. Proof of his mistake. Freddy wants to cry, but he can't..He feels trapped. He hates it.

" Last time I believed in someone..I got killed.."

He mutters bitterly, remembering his sister and the children that he trusted..But, he still takes your hand, and it feels so d*mn good..

" Yes. Well..You didn't know me."

That smile..That f*cking smile..He wants to..He needs to..make it disappear..Before he knows it, he's leaning in and kisses you. He thinks: that's it. That's it. You're finally going to scream, kick him off you and run..But, far from being intimidated, horrified or even disgusted, you kiss him back.

He deepens the kiss and wraps both of his arms around you. He could squeeze you dead. Right now. He could just kill you and be done with it. But...He keeps kissing you, he even deepens the kiss. He's not used to this sort of kissing..He's used to rough, brutal, lust-driven kissing. But, this ? Nah..He not used to sweet and perfect. It's you in a kiss..Sh*t. He's in too deep. He can't imagine killing you anymore..He can't even imagine you getting hurt. But, as always, he has to f*ck it up by going a bit too far..He always goes too far..He plunges his tongue in your mouth and he never felt so good or satisfied.. However, you pull away from him and this is when he realizes his mistake.

" Oh sh*t, sweetheart..I'm so sorry."

Second time he said it in a day..What the f*ck are you doing to him ?! Before he could as much as stand up, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest.

" I made you something..I was supposed to give it to you earlier, but.."

He frowns in incomprehension before you take his hand again and attach something around his wrist. He watches it attentively for a moment before smirking at the gift. It is a dark green bracelet, hand-made by the look of it..He knows that you and Michael had been spending a lot of time together lately, but he wouldn't have thought of the two of you bonding over bracelet making..Michael..That little secretive bast*rd..He chuckles to himself and he then looks down at your flustered face. He doesn't give a sh*t if McDouche falls on him now, he kisses you again. For once, the villain get the girl..Take that, universe ! However, the moment is cut short by Liam that tackles Freddy to the ground.

" Okay, enough..Freddy, you're going home now.."

He puts the collar back around his neck and Freddy groans in complain.

" Come on, McDouche ! It was a joke..You know I would never kill ya ! Not intentionally anyway.."

McCain rolls his eyes before making Freddy stand up. Soon, soldiers surround you and Freddy is led to a car. But, he still has time to wink at you.

" See ya home, sweetheart."

You smile and nod before getting into your own car.

Next day :

Pennywise is the first to wake up after Freddy and kicks down Freddy's door.

" What the f*ck ?!"

Freddy screams and Pennywise doesn't let him talk before sniffing the air and grinning widely like the Cheshire Cat.

" Did ya get laid ?!"

Pennywise notices the bracelet and his eyes brighten in understanding.

" She gave you that, didn't she ?"

He wants to see it closer, but Freddy shields it from view.

" F*CK OFF ! IT'S MINE !"

The scream alerts you and you run to see Pennywise and Freddy fighting, like a cat and a dog. You chuckle before kissing him on the cheek lovingly.

" Don't worry. I can make another bracelet ?"

Pennywise snickers.

" I don't think he was talking about the bracelet, sugar.."

You blush vividly and Pennywise guffaws at your flustered expression. Freddy takes one of his shoes and aims for his head, a successful hit that makes Pennywise retreat out of his room. You laugh and Freddy smiles, simply happy to hear your laugh. He then takes your hand in his and when you look up at him, he whispers.

"I got a gift for you too.."

You frown in incomprehension and then, he takes out a red rose that he'd been hiding underneath his bed. He gives it to you and you smile at the thoughtful gesture. He stands up and hides his own smile while walking to the door.

" Going to the garden now..If you want, you can join me ?"

He turns around and is surprised to find you just behind him.

" Of course ! Let's go !"

You take his hand and squeeze it a bit in reassurance. He smiles and nods before you both get out.

An hour later :

Michael is reading his favorite book in his favorite leather chair when the clown with green hair sits down in the chair next to him. He sighs loudly in defeat before getting out some money.

" I'm not good at admitting defeat, but yeah..They're together now. Pennywise checked this morning."

Michael can't help but smile before taking the money, not even raising his eyes to meet the ones of the clown prince of crime. He even gets out a paper that he had prepared in advance.

"Told you so.."

Michael even chuckles when he hears the clown groan in annoyance.

"Yes yes..You've made your point..Next time, I won't bet against you. But, just to satisfy my curiosity, how did you know these two would end up together ?"

Michael finally glances up at Arthur before winking playfully at him, indicating that he wouldn't reveal his secret..especially about how he was the one who gave you the idea of asking him out in the first place..He would take that secret to his grave. When Arthur is gone, he looks at the both of you through the window, gardening. He smiles.

" Good job, Freddy.."

#freddy krueger x reader #fanfic #fandoms #imagine #slashers au #slashers

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imagineslashers · 3 years

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Hey! I just stumbled across your account and I love it! I just wanted to give you food for thought: Imagine living with the slashers in one big apartment (Friends style?😂) Like Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Chucks, Leatherface. Oof just imagine the chaos and hilarity to ensue🤣

i absolutely love this idea haha!! and thank you so much!

i made a little fic about the reader living with all slashers, and admittedly it turned into a slashers x reader, but i enjoyed writing it and hopefully you enjoy reading it!

warning for mentions of blood, violence and porn!

You always know there’s going to be trouble as soon as the door is opened. However, on this occasion, you don’t even get to open the door. As your fingers brushed the handle, the door swung inward loudly and slammed against the wall. If you were any other person, you would have flinched, perhaps even shrieked. But alas, this was your life and you simply drew in a sharp breath, bracing yourself for the onslaught of chaos you were literally living in.

The doorway was shadowed by the huge frame of Michael, his shoulders lifting and dropping rather heavily, indicating he was irritated. He didn’t say anything, but he pointed inside the apartment and you ducked under his arm to see what the issue was.

“Oh.” The word escaped you in a whisper. The living room was a mess, someone had torn the couch. Freddy was jeering some insulting words to Bubba, who was cowering in the corner. Chucky was watching something very loud on the television, and once you ducked past Michael, you realised it was porn. “Chucky! It’s noon, put something else on!”

He didn’t even look up, just scoffed and muttered something about it getting to the good part. Jason came thudding down the stairs, literally, shaking the floors. You stepped back and inevitably thudded into Michael’s back, crushed by the weight of Jason hugging you tightly against his chest.

The warmth flooded you, Jason’s adoring arms tight around your waist and his cool mask settled against your temple as he stooped to embrace you. Michael huffed, obviously not agreeing with the chaos of the apartment nor Jason’s hogging of you, and quickly you felt the stiff possessive arms around you from behind, successfully sandwiching you between the two towering slashers.

“F- Jas- need to breathe- Mic-” your words came in gasps as you fought to get enough oxygen, the scent of pine, musk and blood filling your senses. Michael broke apart first but effectively tugged you back with him with one hand tightly grasping your arm, like a child fighting over a toy. Jason glowered, hands balling into fists. “Boys, quit! I’ll be back, just give me a second.”

Your first instinct was to confront Freddy, who was laughing breathlessly and mocking Bubba’s whimpers. “Hey! Leave him alone.” Your tone wavered though you attempted to make it angry, when really you were just exhausted.

Freddy turned on you and lifts his hands defensively, as though he was nothing but the picture of innocence. Your eyebrows pinched and you wedged yourself between the two of them, Bubba shifting to stand behind you with his hands tightly clutching the back of your shirt. “I’m not buying it, Krueger, leave him alone.”

He gasped as though you had just sentenced him to some immoral crime, stumbled back dramatically. “I would never!” You rolled your eyes but were unable to suppress a smile at his eccentric persona as you made your way back to the living room, the Sawyer still holding tight to your shirt.

You snatched the television remote from beside Chucky and put on the cartoon channel, much to his horror. “I’m missing it! Put it back!” He whined, leaping up to grab the remote. Bubba made a noise of discontent and picked you up out of the doll’s reach, ignoring Chucky hitting his leg to no avail. Bubba simply kept walking, passing your first two flat mates just as Michael shoved Jason in the chest, making him stumble before he quickly regained his footing.

With some struggling, you were able to look over Bubba’s shoulder, scowling at the two. “Michael, stop pushing! Jason, come here!”

Nobody seemed to pay much attention as Jason shoved back, Freddy began arguing with Chucky about the best genre of porn, and Bubba continued to carry you to the stairs. Before you got too far out of range, you managed to think of a last resort.

“I’m ordering pizza!” Everyone’s heads popped up, turning toward you. An air of satisfaction crossed your mind, as the ghost of a smile graced your lips. “Yeah, that’s right. Everyone chill out or I’m not getting you anything!”

Life might be chaotic, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way - most of the time, at least.

#slashers x reader #reader insert #jason voorhees x reader #michael myer x reader #freddy krueger x reader #chucky x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #poly relationship #funny #horror #slasher

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Surprise! Merry Christmas!

Notes:

Oh god, this gives me such flashbacks to my old Slenderman x Reader on Quotev. Aghhhhh. S u c h a crack fic, but so fun. I hope y’all like it too XD Haha

To my defence, I did start this before Christmas, and I was listening to some really catchy Christmas songs, so... Enjoy a second Christmas this year! Or first, if you didn't celebrate in the first place XD

Plot: (Set in the Horror House) You and Freddy have commenced... relations... But over your stinking, decaying, 40 years dead body will anyone else f i n d o u t.

Warnings: Lots of awkwardness and sexual references. TOTAL crack. But fun. Like Creepypasta Mansion fanfiction :D

“Hey,” You lean over the couch by Jennifer’s head. She’s watching TV in the living room, so when she looks over at you, missing the cookie jar in your arms completely she furrows her brows at you in annoyance.

“What??”

Looking around the room to make sure no one, especially Jason, is around, you whisper. “I got Pam’s cookies.”

“Oh!” She immediately brightens, patting the spot on the couch beside her and hopping up to shut the door so no one comes in and finds out of your dirty deeds as you settle down into the couch and unscrew the cookie jar lid. “How did you get them!?”

“She’s helping de-mould Jason today, so I figured she’ll be too busy to notice if we took ‘em!”

“Oooh!” She squeals, reaching into the jar and picks out a cookie and follow suit, enjoying the taste of secret, looted chocolate chip. “Man, Jason’s a lucky boy.” Nodding solemnly, you whole heartedly agree with her. Yep. Breathing deep and savouring the cookie, a genuine smile slips across Jen’s lips- which, quickly turns into a smirk because, well, its Jennifer, but it was there for a moment! “Y/N, you’re bad girl and I love it.”

You laugh, going in to grab another cookie when another hand, from over the back of the couch goes in and you and Jen both look up to find the resident creeper’s mischievous blue eyes there. Freddy’s kneeling behind the couch! Gaping, you quickly smack him, but he still manages to pilfer some cookies. “How long have you been there?! How did you even get in!?”

“You two were blinded by the tastiness of your filched cookies.” A cheeky, evil grin splits his face then, which makes you very worried. “And, Jen’s right, Y/N. You are a bad girl.” For a moment, that is just long enough for you to know what he means but short enough for Jennifer not to assume anything but also long enough for you to want to strangle him, he adds nothing to that statement. “I mean, what would Mrs Voorhees say? She likes you.”

“She wont find out.” You say slowly, menacingly, glaring at him. The bastard.

Jennifer, completely none-the-wiser to the subtext and the heat in the room now that Freddy’s here, picks a chocolate chip out of her cookie and eats it on its own. “Yeah. We can just tell her you did it. The evidence is all over your ugly sweater, anyway.”

Grinning at Jennifer, you nod. “Mhm, yeah, and plus she already hates you.”

Freddy, finishing a cookie and pointedly brushing the crumbs off his Christmas sweater, scowls at the two of you. “I see we’ve found ourselves at a stalemate... “

Chuckling, you turn back to the jar and fish out another delicious Voorhees cookie. “Okie, well as long as we stay that way,” Jennifer glares, before returning to deliciousness also.

“Hello, is anyone in here?? I need the bleach, do you know where I could find it?- Oh, hello!” As Pamela’s voice materialises down the hallway and comes down towards the living room door, you all panic and shove the jar between the three of you until Jennifer hisses ‘Pillow! Pillow!’, Freddy pushes you forward and jams the jar behind the pillow behind your back and you recline back on it just as Pamela comes in. You smile brightly at her, and she gives you an up and down as the jar causes your back to bend uncomfortably far back. She tilts her head at you and looks concerned. “... Y/N, sweetheart, you really need to work on your posture.”

Jennifer and Freddy look at you expectantly, with amused, malicious smirks. You bow your head in shame. “... I-I’ll work on it, Mrs Voorhees... “

“You do that, sweetheart.”

__TIME SKIP___

“Hey Y/N! Open the door, I have to get away from this crazy bitch!!” The literal bashing - which is a surprising feat seeing as the basher is literally 29 inches tall, and made of plastic - of your bedroom door by a certain Good Guy doll with strangulation fascinations causes panic to erupt through your previously warming up body and shove Freddy into the closet.

“Chucky!! What- what’s going on??” You ask as you unlock and open the door, peaking down at the doll as he plots along inside, fists clenching and unclenching in fury. As he paces, you manage to make your hair presentable again and take some deep breaths. Good lord, that was a close one.

“That’s it! I can’t stand that woman anymore. what do you mean ‘what’s going on’?! Its Tiffany! She’s pissed me off again.”

“Oh, no. What happened??” Your eyebrows knit together in concern, leaning back on the closet doors. You know, just for, extra safety... for you.

Chucky flashes you a furious look, which you try not to take to heart as it is not truly for you. “Bitch cant decide on a body! I mean fuck- choose a fucking skin colour! The rest can be modified with actual science! On the other hand, I just have one full moon to get her in there every 30 days, and I cant sit in this body another month!"

"Th- that is... a uh... " I mean, she does have to live in it the rest of her life... Psycho pale eyes flash to yours again and you hop to agree with him, abandoning your real thoughts on the subject. "That’s so annoying!!"

"Mhm... “ He grunts, scowling around the room like a very angry munchkin. It’s very disconcerting. Glancing from your feet to your face, Chucky’s eyebrows furrow. “Whadaya doing?”

Looking around, you ascertain he means why are you where you are. “What? I’m leaning.”

“You seem real attached to those two closet doors, there.”

Eyes widening momentarily in alarm, you quickly come up with an excuse. “My... ah... well, my shoes are in there... “

“Hmm... and the door was locked earlier... “ A smirk pierces the dolls lips. “Well, okay. You stick to your story, but whatever you’re hiding in there must be worth a lot to hide... “

You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, certain. “Oh it is.” A snort comes from inside the closet, but luckily you knew it was coming so you kick your foot back into the door just after you finished speaking, covering up the sound. Chucky’s smirk grows wider.

“Well, then... If you don’t want me to go get Brahms to tear you off those doors, you’ll do something for me.” Oh good god, what? The image of Freddy clambering out the window crosses your mind and you scrunch up your nose. No... Cujo would catch him at the bottom... “You’ll have to call up Tiffany and get her to make a fucking choice.”

“Well, I-I was actually kinda busy- “

“Oh, BRAH-”

Dismayed, you freak out and hold out your hand for him quickly. “Hand me the phone, hand me the phone!!”

“Heheh, that’s what I thought... “ You snatch the phone from his grubby little fingers and huff as you start dialling Tiffany’s number, a deep frown on your lips. Man, do you hope Freddy’s comfy in there, because this is going to take forever.

Three, excruciating hours later, and your ears are ringing from Tiffany’s screeching and Chucky’s hoarse cursing, they finally come to a decision and you managed to cut off the phone call before either of them got too suggestive in their making up. The little freak finally leaves your room and you slam and lock the door behind him. “Good bye, and good riddance you little nightmare.” You mutter, crossing you arms and taking a moment to yourself to regroup, before going and opening the closet again.

Freddy’s in there playing solitaire on the ground, looking up with an exhausted expression that reads just how you feel when the light finally touches him again. “Put some snacks in here next time! I’m withering away!”

“You’re burnt to a crisp.” You throw out your arms for emphasis, making him widen his eyes at you and grin. “If you haven't withered away by now, I don't think you ever will!”

___TIME SKIP___

You’re all stuck in the house because of the storm, today and have all found yourselves in the living room. Michael and Jason take up the armchairs while Pamela stands behind Jason, leaning on the back of his chair and watching the TV with him while Chucky and Tiffany have the love seat (Which is so unfair, as they do not take up even half of it, but alas. Chucky wont give it up. The little bastard). Norman, Hannibal, Pennywise and Bubba sit at the table doing various things on their laptops or play-do mats in the former pair’s case. Then Billy and Stu have the bean bags and are thumbing away at handheld video games, Freddy is sprawled across the whole couch, and you and Jennifer are stuck with the floor. She has a pillow to sit on and looks very elegant, texting on her phone in booty shorts and hoodie, and you’re just cross legged on the carpet trying to rescue Pringles out of an unforgiving can.

Getting your hand stuck in the Pringles can can sometimes be more trouble then the Pringles are worth, you think in frustration as your phone begins to ring and one of your hands is stuck in the snack packaging.

Before you can say anything, Michael digs your phone out from the cushions of his armchair - see, you were sitting in it before he came in and you got kicked off the ‘island’... and you were kicked off before you could steal your phone along with you, - and, in a vein attempt at turning the sound off so the infernal ringing stops interrupting his Game of Thrones viewing time which is all the time but no one mentions it because bastard is testy, presses answer.

In the living room.

Where people are.

You couldnt have possibly gotten to it in time even if you weren’t glued to the spot looking like a deer in headlights, before a whiny, masculine voice rings out sobbing embarrassingly. Its such loud crying, in fact, that the sound rings clearly throughout the room without the phone even being on speaker.

Oliver. Who is your, currently drunk dialling, ex ‘boyfriend’ from 4 months ago. Lightning flashes outside for dramatic effect, as if the God’s are laughing up there and having a grand old time watching your mortification.

The room goes silent and still, similar to your heartbeat, as his embarrassing, intoxicated wailing sounds fills the room and for a moment all the energy you have is sucked right out of you. Oh god. Michael!

Mother fucking Michael.

It takes you 2 seconds for you to regain that energy and frantically fling the Pringles can off your hand and snatch the phone from Michael, smacking it onto your hot ear. The room is still silent as you duck beside his armchair on the floor, desperate to hide from the stares on you. Your words in the otherwise silent living room come out unbelievably awkward. Michael even turns off GoT for you. Bastard. Bastard! “... Hi... Oliver... ”

You barely listen to the words that are coming at you as Jennifer catches your attention, hissing that she thought you broke up with that noob. “Uhh... “ ‘I did’ you mouth back at her, trying to find an interval in between Oliver’s burbling to tell him sorry-gotta-go, but then your eyes accidentally find Freddy and you definitely feel like you’re going to die.

Oh fuck.

That is not a happy face.

Not at all. “Err, oh no.” You sigh, looking at the floor instead and crossing the one arm you have at your current disposal over your stomach to curb the nervousness. Thunder roars overhead as the rain gets heavier on the roof, each drop of water seemingly audible.

As most everyone in the room, particularly Chucky and Jennifer, have a little laugh and turn back to whatever they were doing - Jason even heaving a great, disappointed sigh at you, - Oliver finally needs to take a breath and you quickly get rid of him, dropping the phone to the floor after hanging up. Squeezing your eyes closed, you take a moment to gather back your calm from enduring that embarrassment. “Fuck, fuck, fu- “ When you open your eyes again, you refrain from jumping or yelling when you see Billy, Stu and... Freddy, in front of you instead of the TV.

You hide your face in your hands, this time.

“So, who was that?? A cryer! Ha! I didn't know you were such a heartbreaker Y/N, what’d you do that one?” Stu pokes your shoulder, always so touchy and pushy and you weakly let the action jostle you, groaning into your hands at his questions.

Taking the hands away from your face, you sigh and cross your forearms on your knees. “I did nothing to him... we went on, like, 5 dates and 4 of them involved him talking my ear off about his, ah,” You look over your shoulder to Jason and Norman, then turn back and whisper to Stu- mouthing the words more then you actually said them. “His mum.” Tucking some of your hair behind your ear, you blow air out of your cheeks and shrug as Billy and Stu snicker, and definitely avoid Freddy’s face. “And the other was a movie, so he couldn't talk.”

“What was the movie, Y/N?” Billy asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You scowl, back.

“Oh, just some movie. What is it to you?”

Jennifer leans over, eyes still on her phone. “It was Psycho.” With a betrayed gasp, you whip your face around to look at her as she returns to her spot on the floor a foot away- she does not respond to you at all. Billy and Stu laugh harder at that, and even Freddy releases a bit of a chuckle, relaxing and sitting next to you instead of facing you all confrontational.

“I bet he didn't mention his mother once during those 3 hours. An effective movie choice!” Freddy laughs, and you nod, grinning.

“Yes! It was! So stop laughing, you two.” You pout to Billy and Stu, getting no response from them except that they get up and leave. Sighing in relief, thinking the stress is over - not that the violent storm outside does much to settle your nerves, -, you pick up your phone again and go to delete Oliver’s number - again, - when suddenly the lights and the TV all go out with another flash of lightning... followed quickly by the loudest groan of thunder yet.

And even louder groan from the inhabitants of this living room.

The room is nearly pitch black, only figures being still visible, but you can still decipher everyone’s voices and respective noises. Like Bubba’s squeal - especially with the table wining as he scrambling in his chair from surprise, - , Michael’s gripping the arm of the chair by your head so tight the leather squeaks out of anger, Norman’s soft ‘Oh, darn’ and Billy and Stu knocking into the hat stand out in the hallway.

Hannibal closes his laptop and leans back in his chair. “Ughhh, goddamn storm... “

“Awww, man! I only paused my game, I’m gonna lose all my progress!“ Stu comes blindly tearing into the room.

“Fuck!” Billy runs into Jason and Pam in an attempt to follow Stu back to their games, still plugged into the outlet.

“Whatever.” Jennifer lays down, pillow under her head now, as she continues to text whoever on her phone.

“Heheheheh, hey Chucky-boy? What would you do if I came over there right now?~”

“Oh, I swear to god, you extra-terrestrial basket case, I will stab you in the eye.”

You don’t manage to get out any words of surprise yourself, before the dull edge of a blade presses to your jaw, guiding you to turn your head and a laugh nearly escapes you at what Freddy’s doing before he kisses you.

The lights turn on, then, of course. Your cheeks red, your head ducked and Freddy sitting a bit too close to you, you peak around to see if anyone noticed. It doesn't seem that way, and you nearly let out a sigh of relief when Freddy tugs at the sleeve of your shirt, then points with a bladed finger to the loveseat when he has your attention. “Hm? What?”

And, of course. “That.”

There’s Chucky. “Oh.”

He’s grinning wickedly at the two of you, evidently having put pieces together, as Tiffany talks down Bubba from over the back of the seat. Chucky mouths ‘You two??!’ and you... just... facepalm.

Fuck.

___TIME SKIP___

So Chucky agreed to keep the secret, in the end. I mean, he for sure put the fear of God into you by taking so long to agree and being so freaken difficult about it all... but, in the end, he said he didn’t care what you go up to. He was never going to tell anyone. The little bastard just wanted to watch you squirm a little bit, and Freddy. Not that that one happened.

Since then though, he has kept you on your toes. Telling the group he needs to tell everyone something, raising your blood sugar levels, before just saying ‘Oh I forgot’, making jokes about you and bacon (Particularly burnt bacon) when Norman made a fry up breakfast for everyone (You did not end up having any), snickering whenever you say you’re gonna leave the room for any reason when Freddy already is.

Conveniently, he has said n o t h i n g remotely joking to Freddy. Sexist bastard boomer bros.

Its been very stressful, and your blood sugar is definitely in danger, but true to the schmucks word- he has said nothing, really. Thank god. You’ve started to relax again, getting that he’s just messing with you (Not that your heart doesn't skip a beat when the gremlin saves you a seat next to Freddy for movie night. But it is something you can live with now) and being able to deal. Even if you will take every chance now to trap him in the vents or make a short/no dick joke at his expense whenever you can.

Tiffany, for one, is definitely very confused and suspicious about the recent animosity between you and her husband, but then again what is new? Your relationship with Chucky has always been tremulous. He’s tremulous little guy.

She’s must be used to people not liking him too much.

You move on with life.

Now its around Christmas time and your just sitting in the dining area with Jennifer, Hannibal, Tiffany, Norman and Michael who is not really part of the conversation but is... there, you suppose. Eating his cereal right in the middle of you all.

So you guess he’s part of it?

You’re discussing Christmas plans. You already called Drayton to get him over here for Bubba but mostly his kitchen skills and picked names out of the hat for Secret Santa (After which, everyone else dispersed. Uninterested in any other event details like you remaining 5-6 were).

Its pretty.

“Hey! I had an idea.” Jennifer pipes up, after you’ve all discussed decorations - which are your JAM. You and Norman are gonna get to use so much tinsel, - and gets up from her spot, ducking around the corner. You hear a slapping sound, Stu wining, and then Jennifer returns with a pile of perfectly folded clothes... and a pair of underwear just dropped haphazardly on top. “Fucking perv.” She rolls her eyes, setting the clothing down on the table. “Whatever. My idea! We should all wear Christmassy outfits, this year! Look, I’ve got the girls Mrs Clause dresses and the boys- men.” She amends, when Hannibal raises his eyebrows at her. "I have Santa get-ups." She begins to hand out the outfits to those of you who are there and you stand up to see your dress full on.

And short.

Tiffany raises an eyebrow at Jennifer. “These are cute.. but... its more something I might wear for Chucky alone and not... for the whole house, ya know?”

You snicker, looking back at your dress. They aren't that bad, but yours is definitely towing the line.

Jennifer rolls her eyes deeply and makes an ‘Ugh’ sound. “Are we sexualising our bodies, ladies? We can wear cute things without it being for men!”

Tiffany scoffs.

“That’s not how they’re gonna see it.” You try to make her think, but she seems set on this.

“It’ll be cute! Norman, Hannibal, what do you think? You’re in the, uh... Christmas Spirit, aren't you?”

“Well, a theme is always good... “ Norman responds, running his thumbs over the fabric of his shirt. He kindly doesn't mention the ridiculousness of it. Hannibal sets his down on the table and turns to Jennifer, who’s at the head.

“I think someone is trying to pull a fast one on us.” You raise your eyebrows at that, turning to Jennifer as well as hou let your arms fall. She scoffs like Tiffany did earlier.

“What?”

The edges of Tiffany’s mouth quirk up. “Oh yeah, aren’t you doing that volunteer thing right after the Christmas party? You’re gonna dress up like a sexy Mrs Clause and catch some dinner for yourself?” She giggles. “Christmas Spirit my ass.”

Finally, Jennifer sighs. Sullen. “Well- fine! Yeah, okay. I have to be there right after and I wont have time to change, so I have to wear this shit to the party too and... Okay, my motives might not be... inherently, Christmassy,” She rolls her eyes at the word. “But I’m not fucking wearing this on my own!”

As Hannibal and Tiffany chuckle to themselves, having cracked her open for the truth, you and Norman exchange a nervous bemused look before you return your attentions to the dress. Its not totally ridiculous. Just like the length of any other dress you would wear- comfortable. And you get to wear black tights - the thick kind that you cant see through at all, - and, objectively it is... kinda... well, its cute. If you can get passed your embarrassment, it might be fun to wear.

Just for Christmas. Its a special event, after all!

Plus... you are evilly curious as to how secretly-Christmas-loving, not-so-secretly kinky, red and green sweater wearing Freddy would react to it.

So, removing the smirk from your lips and replacing it with a nervous grin, you shrug. “I’ll do it!”

Jennifer sighs in relief. “Really??”

“Yeah! Might be fun! And it is a special event after all.” You speak your thoughts.

“Oh thank god.”

___TIME SKIP: Christmas Day!___

Yesterday was exhausting. Drayton was in the kitchen cooking and yelling at people who wanted their daily meals all day, the Sawyer twins also arrived which was in itself a chore, other people and,... creatures... were turning up all day, and you and Norman stayed up until 3 in the morning decorating the whole house (And it looks MARVELOUS if you do say so yourselves). But today is the payoff, and you are so excited! Whatever Drayton was cooking up smelled delicious, Hannibal got you for Secret Santa so you aren't worried at all about getting some kind of joke present or cut off limb, of course the decorations are amazing and now you get to go out and experience them a new and see Norman all happy, and you get to wear you pretty Christmas dress that’ll for sure get you attention that you probably shouldn’t want from a hot (muahahaha- and pun loving) older man.

So, after tugging the snuggly tights on and taking one last look in the mirror - making sure the skirt is not tucked into your underwear or anything and your hair looks right, - , you leave your room and patter down the stairs to where Norman, Hannibal and Carrie are. They’re enjoying a peaceful moment before everyone else gets up and things get chaotic again, drinking hot beverages which you pore yourself before sitting by Norman and crossing one leg over the other as you two begin gushing over the decorations. Oh, the late night was so worth it!!

Neither Norman or Hannibal wore their full outfits, but Hannibal is reluctantly wearing a pair of antlers and Norman has a Santa hat on which both look very cute. Carrie's wearing a dress she made herself, of course, which looks beautiful and you make sure to tell her that.

As everyone starts to wake up, you help Drayton take out the food with Hannibal because he only trusts the two of you - the boy, Norman, he says, will probably drop shit, - and set it up on the table. The house starts to buzz with activity - its a dangerous feeling, when you know who everyone is and what they’ve done, - but then again the little reluctant tugs at the corners of various lips is enough to remind you this is more good for them then it is silly. Most of these people were kids who never had proper Christmases.

But they’re having it now and that has to count for something.

Even if it is most certainly not forgiveness or redemption.

Maybe it just means that they’re making up for something they missed, and that’s it. And that’s all it can ever be.

That’s alright with you.

“Merry Christmas,” Jennifer appears beside you just as you’re setting down a rather heavy dish of creamy potatoes. She’s in her dress, too, which is a little more revealing then yours and of course- suits her perfectly. Everything does, so that’s not a huge surprise.

She also looks exhausted already. You knit your eyebrows together. “You okay?”

“Watch out for the mother fucking mistletoe.” She warns, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb, groaning. “I got caught by Billy. God- I forgot how disgusting boys taste when you cant eat them. And all this food is just making me even hungrier... ”

“Sorry.” You apologise, pressing your lips tight together sympathetically. “Hey- I’m your Secret Santa though! So you have that to look forward to- I think I got you the perfect present.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.” She teases, but grants you a smirk rather then the tired look of before. “Hey, glad you wore the dress. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks! Yours too!”

Her smirk gets wider. “I know.” She winks. Almost flirting. Or maybe she is. You don’t know. You’re really bad at noticing that kind of thing- makes sense why you’re sort of, with Freddy.

Man doesn't know subtle.

Before you can respond again though, there’s a tug at the back of your skirt, hard enough to drag you back a few feet from Jennifer and you turn around to find Freddy there. You beam. “Merry Christmas! The only time of the year that you’re fashionable.” Jennifer steps back to another table to get some eggnog, bored again.

“Ha ha. Oh, would you look at that! That’s the 27th joke about my sweater today- that means you’re the lucky winner of... me.” He leans forward and holds up a sprig of... what looks like... actual freaken mistletoe, over your heads.

You snort. “Twenty seventh? That’s some number you just pulled outta nowhere.”

“Its the real number. I’m a little disappointed, actually. But then again, I haven't come across the doll or Pam yet, so that’s probably just the beginning.”

“Too right.” Grinning, you look around and consider whether undergoing tradition would actually out your secret or not. Probably not, you suppose. It is just tradition... Mistletoe = Kiss! Jennifer did it, and she has no feelings for Billy. Taking a deep breath, you inch forward and... ask him about your decorations. Does he like them?

“Yep, I do. Very christmassy. Lots of red. I could definitely commit a murder in that feature corner over there and no one would notice.” He blinks, as if he doesn't realise why you haven't said anything back for a moment. “Everyone’s thinking it!”

“Well... thank you. From Norman and I. “ You chuckle. "‘Christmassy’ was the goal.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Yeah!- You sarcastic buttface. “And, the food?”

“Looks great, but you know what also looks great?” The brim of his hat is nearly brushing your forehead now, he’s gotten so close.

Ah, yes. That’s what you wanted. Mention of your outfit. Ha! You feel victorious. With a glance at his face, you know there’s more he would like to say about your dress, but due to being in public he refrained. You don’t give him a break.

“Jason, in those... “ You try not to laugh, glancing over at them. You fail. “Tight? Pants? I assume they were Jennifer’s idea. Has Pamela seen that? She’s gonna have a heart attack- “

“Princess... Daddy’s arm's gettin’ tired.”

Your eyes widen and relax again at the terminology, turning back to Freddy, taking a deep breath. Well in that case...

You tilt your head and lean up, connecting your lips in a soft kiss- which he immediately takes up a level and makes it a rough one. You like how his hat kind of makes you feel disguised and protected, you like how, kind of ironically, he really is quite a good kisser, and you like the roughness. You just really like kissing him.

And maybe that’s why you got a little lost and it lasted a bit long and...

Chucky saw.

“Oh so you two are finally coming out? Fuck, and here I was having a good time torturing you.”

Your eyes snap open and you pull back, lips a little tingly but not caring as you look to the side and down to the damn doll and feel like your entire world explodes.

His voice was loud, and various villains in the room - Jennifer, Billy and Stu, Michael, Jason, - are looking at you with big, round eyed expressions on their faces (Well, the ones you can see anyway).

...

As you chew on the inside of your cheek and wonder what you could possibly say, Freddy - his dramatic ass, - points offendedly at Chucky, says ‘And to you sir, I say bah humbug!’ and then stomps off the other way- retreating. You double take after him. Can you... can you follow and hide? Or do you have to stay?-

Before you have to make the decision, he comes back, grabs your arm, and drags you back the way he was going along with him.

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