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Scare Actor!Eddie Munson x Scare Actor!Reader

A/N: This is my first time ever writing a fic, pleaseeee give me criticism!!

Tags: Eddie Munson|Reader, Eddie Munson, Modern!AU, porn with plot, smut, biting, body worshipping(?), choking, swearing, unprotected PiV, oral (m and f receiving), tears, Dacryphilia(?), semi-public sex, car sex, face/throat fucking, fingering, overstimulation, pet names like baby, no use of Y/N, let me know what else??

Summary: You meet a cute guy whilst roaming the amusement park a town over, when he leaps out at you mid-haunted house. He finds you as the park is closing, where you tease him and tell him he has to come see you at your company before he can get your number. He takes you up on the offer without hesitation, and he gets a little more than your number.

W/C: 3800

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You and your friends are laughing, holding your wrists out one by one as the employee scans the wristbands you guys had bought just for tonight. They were the exclusive passes for the amusement parks halloween nights, though they only lasted a day each. You guys thanked the employee, chattering as you proceeded into the haunted house. 

The first room looked like an old bar, with deep red velvet stools now stained with fake blood and dirt, glass bottles shattered and arranged just so to look like the place had been overtaken by zombies. The lights flickered, dimmed down to make the ‘bar’ seem abandoned. There were deep crimson stains on the floor and tables, and there were different sound effects playing to really sell the whole “zombie apocalypse” bit.

You and your friends laughed as you proceeded behind the group in front of you. Your friend leapt behind you as the first scare actor jumped forward from behind the bar, reaching towards you guys and groaning. You had to give it to them, their SFX makeup was good. Not as good as ours is though, you thought, reminded of how good the makeup was at your company.

Your group pushed through the doors to the next area, you leading the group. Fog poured into the room, another friend of yours gasping as the lights flickered. 

This room looked like a sort of stage, lights flickering again as fog covered the floor. The stage was dark, and you could see four figures on the stage in different positions. The stage looked to be old and crumbling, the wood rotted and broken. 

A deep, distorted voice rang through the room, instructing the groups to stop as they neared the stage. “You’ve walked into the wrong bar…” the voice spoke, and you shifted side to side in anticipation. Your friend’s grip on your shoulder tightened as the lights flickered on. Four guys, seemingly a band of zombies, came into view, a few of the people in the room gasping and shrieking. Your eyes widened in curiosity though. This was a cliche you didn’t see often in haunted houses. 

A couple of the members lurched forward, shrieking and groaning, reaching for some of the people in the crowd, never actually touching. The zombie in the middle – seemingly the frontman of this eerie zombie band – leapt forward, yelling something incoherent.

 He was tall, his clothes fitting the same sort of “metalhead-rockstar” style that the scene gave off. He wore a pair of jeans that had fake blood, dirt, and holes in them, a band shirt that you recognized as Megadeth, though it was dirty and torn-up, and a denim vest covered in dirt, fake blood, and patches.

You and your friends stumbled back, some shrieking, others laughing. The groups began moving towards the next room of the haunted house, though you couldn’t push that specific actor out of your head. You’d have to try and catch him later, you thought.

By the time your group was walking out of the haunted house, half of your friends were out of breath from screaming, the others chatting again. You mumbled something about going to get a drink, waving as you walked off.

Instead, you rounded the haunted house towards all the other attractions, scanning all of the actors that were roaming around, scaring whoever they could as people roamed the park. It was dark out, only the neon lights of the rides illuminating the path as you pushed forwards. 

After a good ten minutes with no luck, you returned to your friends. When they asked where your drink was, you brushed them off and told them the line was too long. 

Your group walked around the park, going on a couple rides and into more haunted houses. In your opinion, none of the other haunted houses were nearly as interesting as the first. By the time you guys exited the last house, the park was getting close to closing time, announcements ringing through the speakers. 

You and your friends split up as you guys neared the parking lot, walking off to each of your own cars. You lingered near the exit, pulling out your phone to text your roommate that you’d be home a little later than planned. 

You briefly glanced up as you heard the crunching of gravel in front of you, eyes meeting the face you’d been thinking about all night. His makeup was coming off, the whole “zombie” look gone now. 

Something turned in your stomach at the different look.

“Need something?” you questioned. You had the instinct to step back, but you’d been leaning against the front gate of the park.

 The guy in front of you flashed a lazy grin, batting his eyelashes down at you. “Just wanted to come say hi. I recognized you from my second run.” His voice was dark, a little dry-sounding, probably from all the yelling and screaming.

You stared at each other for a few seconds, as if you were studying each other – looking for something.

“Okay… Is that all? I need to get going.” You spoke, trying to play off your interest in the guy. You didn’t even know his name, and yet his words still triggered a low heat in your belly. He remembered you?

“No, actually. Wanted to see if I could y’know, get your number or something?” He spoke, cocking his head to the side, narrowing his eyes down at you, staring through his thick lashes as he awaited your answer.

Your eyes widened just a fraction, before something flashed across your face. “I don’t know… I don’t even know your name. You could be a serial killer for all I know.” You spoke, a hint of challenge lacing your voice.

The man’s eyebrows shot up, before the grin returned to his face. “Eddie.” He said simply, holding his hand out for you to shake. You gave him your name, though you ignored his hand. “So, about that number?” he asked, and you laughed. It was a lazy sound. Cocky, almost. 

“I don’t think that’ll be happening.” You spoke, and his eyes widened, his smirk faltering for half a second. “But, I think if you visit the haunted hayrack rides down in Jasper, you might get a second shot.” You finished, watching the realization flash across his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I might take you up on that.” Eddie nodded, eyes fixed on you.

You grinned again, muttering a “Bye Eddie” in a teasing tone before stepping around him and walking off to your car.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, touching up the paint on your face. You were dressed as a sort of demon, painted white, though black markings and writing littered all of the skin visible on your body. You had prosthetic ram horns, and big wide black contacts in your eyes. You wore black bandages wrapped on your feet and up your ankles as a sort of shoe. You wore a black cloth to cover your chest, and a black skirt low on your hips. Both garments were bloody and covered in dirt, enhancing the almost cult-like look. 

You grabbed a handful of blood capsules, shoving them in the pocket sewn into the waist of your skirt as you rushed to your spot, awaiting the tractor as you entered the fake church.

 You worked at a haunted hayrack ride, and you adored your job. You usually worked in the area that looked like an abandoned church, leaping from the altar onto the hayrack ride. 

Tonight was no different. You took your spot on the altar, popping all of the blood capsules into your mouth as you heard the tractor approach. The sound effects were loud, making your ears ring. You bit down just as the tractor entered the church through the large hole in one of the walls, letting the blood drip from your mouth down your face and neck. 

Your eyes scanned the hayrack ride as you shrieked, eventually spotting a familiar curly-haired boy. He came.

You moved in an almost animalistic way as you lowered onto all fours, before leaping onto the hayrack ride, holding back a grin as, about, the whole crowd screamed. You leaned down and reached towards a couple kids, a few adults too, chuckling a little as they moved away from your hand. 

Eddie’s eyes – and everyone else’s – were glued to you. Eddie, however, was focused on you for a different reason. You were completely in your element, moving as if you were entirely taken over by the character you played. The way you moved – the way you looked – it sent heat down his spine and pooling low in his belly.

As they neared the next area, you moved on all fours towards the edge of the hayrack ride, leaping off when you heard your cue – a loud crashing sound effect. You disappeared into the darkness as the tractor kept moving, Eddie’s eyes searching the darkness for what was already gone.

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By the time the night was over, your veins were pumping adrenaline throughout your whole body, and you couldn’t get Eddie off your mind. You’d almost messed up your jump from the altar during one of the runs because you were distracted.

You were walking towards your car near the back of the lot when you felt something, someone, behind you. You glanced back, stopping in your tracks when you saw him. 

Eddie was only about a foot away from you when you turned, backing you against your car in just a couple steps. 

“Please. Please tell me you want this too.” He spoke, the words quiet and breathless as if you’d taken the air from his lungs. You barely had time to nod before his hands were on your waist pushing you further against the car. 

You were still covered in your costume paint, the costume feeling all too revealing now that his hands were on you. You could still taste the fake blood in your mouth from the last run, but apparently none of that mattered to him as his lips crashed into yours. 

Nothing was gentle about the kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, tasting the fake blood that lingered in your teeth. His hands roamed your skin, smudging the paint you’d had on all night. His rings felt like they were made of ice as his hands slid further and further down your skin, trailing down your searing skin. 

You could feel one of his hands leave your hips as he reached for the back door handle, breaking your mouths apart to make sure you were okay with this. When you nodded, he pulled you into the back seat, letting you settle before climbing on top of you and shutting the door. Your mouths reconnected with more heat than before, one of his thighs sliding between yours to part your legs.

You could feel how hard he was as he rolled his hips into yours, eliciting a muffled moan from you into his mouth. His hands roamed your body, smudging the paint more than before. He knew he’d have paint on himself by the end of this, but he didn’t care. Not when you were so pretty beneath him. Your body was something to be worshipped, and he wouldn’t stop until you knew that.

Eddie’s mouth left yours, eliciting a disappointed whine from your lips before his mouth connected with your neck. His teeth grazed the soft skin, tongue licking at each spot to soothe the stinging. 

His mouth moved further down your collarbone, biting down hard. Your back arched into him, moaning out loud before his tongue soothed the stinging. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kept going. He looked up at you as his hands moved to untie the cloth around your chest. 

“Can I?” he asked. “Fuck yes- Please-” You gasped, whimpering as he rolled his hips into yours. You could feel him through his jeans, and you wanted the rough barrier between you two gone as soon as possible. 

He untied the cloth, pulling it from your chest and dropping it on the floor of the car before his mouth connected with your chest, hands kneading and roaming your skin. Your hands moved from his hair to tug at the hem of his shirt.

He leaned up, pulling the shirt off and tossing it on the floor of the car along with the cloth. Your eyes roamed his torso. From the tattoos littering his skin, to the scars that you wanted to trace with your fingers, to the patch of hair on his chest and the trail of hair leading down below his belt. 

You sat up with him, hands moving to his belt, looking up at him through your lashes. “Please- Eddie, please-” You whimpered, removing his belt as soon as he nodded down at you. He helped you pull his pants down his thighs, removing them the rest of the way before allowing you to settle in front of him.

You followed suit, removing your skirt and tossing it on the floor of your car. You were left in a pair of dark red panties, and you watched his eyes scan your body as you leaned forward. You could see the outline of him through his boxers, hard and huge. There was no way you could take all of that. 

Though, you’d never considered yourself to be a quitter.

Your fingers found the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. Eddie helped pull them off the rest of the way, watching you like you were the only thing that existed in the world. 

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly before gathering the precum from his leaking tip with your thumb and circling him. You leaned down, taking just the tip in your mouth as your tongue circled him. His hand flew to your hair as you took him deeper in your mouth, tongue flattening against the underside of him. Eddie let out a deep, guttural groan as you bobbed your head up and down, fingers tightening in your hair. 

You could barely get two thirds of him in your mouth before the tip hit the back of your throat, but you persisted. You gagged, throat tightening around his cock as you pushed further, not stopping until you took all of him in your mouth. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall. You pulled back, before taking him to the base again, eliciting another long groan from him. 

“Oh- Fuck! You- You’re so fucking pretty when- ngh- when you cry.” Eddie spoke, moans breaking through his words. His hand stayed tangled in your hair, the other coming up to wipe your tears as your head bobbed up and down his cock. 

His hand tightened in your hair as you pushed all the way to the base again. “Fuck! Please- Can I?” He questioned, and he felt you hum against him, nodding just slightly. His grip in your hair stayed put as he took control, head falling back as he fucked your mouth. You moaned against him, one hand stroking him as the other slipped past the waistband of your panties to rub tight circles around your puffy clit. 

Your thighs clenched around your hand, shaking with all of the stimulation. You could feel Eddie getting closer as he pushed your head up and down faster, making you gag and forcing the tears to spill out faster. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, gathering a tear with his thumb, before bringing it to his lips and licking it off his finger. 

His thighs began to shake, and he pushed your head down all the way as he spilled down your throat with a loud, guttural groan, your orgasm following not long after. 

He pulls you up, mouth connecting with yours again, tasting himself in your mouth. There was black lipstick and paint smeared on his cock, though that didn’t matter to either of you. 

“Please- Eddie, need you inside of me-” You spoke, and your head falls back with a loud moan as he pushes one finger inside your cunt, and then a second, curling them just so. Your back arched, your hands flying to his shoulders as your head falls forward, his free hand coming up to grip your hip.

“Don’t worry baby, m’right here.” Eddie spoke, pulling you closer to him while pumping his fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled his fingers out, circling your clit a couple times before bringing his fingers to your mouth. 

“Open.” He commanded, and you obeyed, eyebrows furrowing together. He pressed his two fingers against your tongue, and you closed your lips around them, sucking on them as you kept your eyes on him.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, before his hands moved to the waistband of your panties, pulling them off of you. 

“Can you turn around for me, baby?” He spoke, watching you as you obeyed. You waited patiently on your knees for him, feeling his hands roam your still-painted skin. “Eddie, please!” You whined, begging him for anything. His hand pressed against your upper back, slowly pushing you down until your cheek was pressed to the seat, hips still in the air.

“This okay?” He questioned, his fingers pushing past your slick folds, circling your clit. You nodded eagerly, whimpering as his cool rings pressed against your hot skin. You whined as his fingers left your clit, though it didn’t take long for him to replace them with his cock.

“Please- Eddie, please go slow-” You whined, feeling his cock drag between your folds, practically fucking your thighs. He placed a hand on your hip, thumb dragging back and forth. “Don’t worry baby, I will. Wouldn’t want to break you, would I?” He cooed, lining his tip up with your entrance.

You let out a long moan as he pushed into you, his grip on your hip tightening. Your body seemed to move forward, as if seeking relief from the stretch, but he pulled you back onto his cock, pushing further with a loud groan. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, so wet just for him.

You buried your face in the seat, moans getting louder as he pushed in and out, further and further each thrust. You bit down on the seat, feeling as if you were being split in half. Eddie’s hand reached forward until his fingers curled around your throat, fingers just barely pressing into your pulse points. 

“You’re doing so good for me- fuck!- Such a- Such a good girl…” He praised, pushing in another inch, so close to bottoming out. “M’gonna flip you over so I can see that pretty face while I stretch you, ngh- m’kay?” He spoke, not bothering to wait for you to speak before flipping you over so you were under him, lining his cock back up with your entrance and pushing in to the hilt with a wet squelch, both of you letting out obscene moans.

His hand moved back to your throat as he let you adjust to his size, his thumb pressing into your  pulse point. “M’gonna move now, okay?” Eddie spoke, waiting for you to nod before pulling back and slamming back into you. Tears welled back up in your eyes from the sheer size of him, and Eddie’s hand moved from your throat to wipe your tears, placing the digits on your tongue to suck. 

When he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, he pushed in all the way to the base again, eliciting a moan so loud it bordered on a scream. He pulled out almost all the way, before slamming in again. “Fuck! So- So, so, so fucking good, baby!” He groaned, head falling back before he looked back down at you.

He placed one of his palms on your lower belly, pressing down until he could feel his cock pushing in and out of you. You let out a long moan as he applied more pressure, back arching off the seat. “Yeah? You- Fuck! Holy- Fuck! You like that? Like how fucking full you are?” He spoke, slamming in and out of you as his hand stayed in place over your belly. 

Your legs began to close as you got close, but Eddie pulled one around his waist with his free hand to keep them spread, hitting a whole new angle. “Fuck- Don’t- Agh!- Keep 'em open for me, baby.” He spoke, removing his hand from your leg as you wrapped your legs around him, thighs clenching as you got close.

“Eddie- Eddie, I’m- Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!” You yelled, back arching and hips wiggling as if trying to get him closer and farther at the same time. Your cunt fluttered around him, tightening as you came around him. You screamed in pleasure, head pushing back against the seat.

“Yeah- Fuck yeah, that’s- Just like that! Fuck! Good girl! Cum on my cock, baby!” Eddie groaned, slamming into you harder, his hand still applying pressure over your belly. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, Eddie’s thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck! I’m- Gonna fill you up so good, baby!” He yelled, thrusting as deep as he could go as you writhed beneath him.

You let out a long, loud moan as hot ropes of cum shot into you, filling you just like he said he would. You felt so impossibly full as he pulled out, and in an instant you missed the stretch. He wasted no time though, scooting back and pulling your legs over his shoulders. “Stay still baby, be a good girl.” He cooed, eyes moving away from your face.

His mouth connected with your clit, and you about screamed out in pleasure when it did. He was eating you out after fucking you brainless. His tongue lapped at your swollen clit, before it pushed into your hole, lapping up his own cum. Your legs shook, still sensitive from the last two orgasms, a third already close. 

Eddie groaned against your cunt, swallowing both of your guys’ cum as you shook, another orgasm racking your body. He was practically fucking you with his tongue as you came again, your whole body going limp as you cried from the overstimulation. “Mmm, so fucking gorgeous when you cry for me.” Eddie moaned, climbing back and laying beside you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Fuck… I might… ngh- Might’ need you to do that every night.” You spoke, breathing slowing down. Eddie chuckled behind you, his dick twitching as if it had a mind of its own. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you brainless every night?” He teased, completely on board with the idea.