"Fuuuck look at her-" the short one laughs, slapping the tall one on the chest, "-She's fuckin' shaking."
"Will you cool it?"
"C'mon man, it's fun watchin' them twitch!"
Your arms are bound behind your back, elbows pressed together with a painful throb, pushing your chest out.
You look up towards the two masked figures, "P-please- I don't have any money- I don't have-"
"You gotta admit it's pretty adorable-" the short one, again.
"Please- just let me go- I'm begging you."
The tall one leans down, crouching in front of you, "And why should we do that?"
"I haven't seen your faces- I don't know who you are- you can just let me go-"
He chuckles, insidious, and reaches down to the bottom of his mask. He tugs it up in one swift move, letting his sweat soaked mop of hair tumble loose over his face. Eyes fixed on you, grin spread over his face. "Well, now you've seen me- guess we can't let you go-"
You shake your head, stuttering out nothing.
"C'mon man, I thought we were keeping the masks on this time-" the short one huffs, pulling his own off with a sigh. His face, tighter, eyes just as dark, both just staring down at you.
"Please- I won't tell a soul-"
"'Course you won't-" he leans forward, joining his friend crouched in front of you, "-Y'not gonna get the chance. You'll be dead by dawn."
"No- no- please- I'll do anything-"
"Atta girl!" He smiles, looks towards the taller man, "Surely that's a record."
He takes no notice, "Anything?"
You nod, your eyes starting to fill with tears, spilling out over your cheeks before you can stop them.
He leans forward, brushing his thumb gently against your cheek, causing you flinch at the feeling. "What do y'recon, Dean? Think we should let her try?"
Dean grins, "I've got a few ideas, how about you, Sammy?"
"I think she'll taste good- the scared ones always do."
"Fuck sake- you always do this- you've got a girl willing to do anything and you wanna eat her cunt?"
"How does that sound, huh, little thing?" His thumb trails down your cheek, brushes over your lips, "You want me to stick my tongue inside you 'til you forget you're gonna die?"
"Please- I-"
"Promise you that's a lot nicer than whatever Deanie here is planning-"
"No, no-" Dean sighs, crosses his arms as he looks between you, "Maybe I'm starting to get it- I think it'd be cute to break her a bit- make her think she's enjoying it-"
"So you do get it-" Sammy looks at him, "Y'always wanna go all rough and painful so quick!"
"Go on then, let's see-" He huffs, "But if she's not cumming in the next five minutes I'm doing it my way."
serial killer sam and dean but they use sam as the lure and dean makes the kill. sam feels sick afterwards every time but dean makes him feel better by reminding sam that the victim had wanted sam, had touched something that wasn’t theirs to touch. tells sam that he is the only one who get to touch him, and that it’s only natural, self defense practically, to kill a thief.
There was a ritual element to the murders. There had to be. There were practicalities, like never killing someone that could be tied to his personal life, to keep the police at bay. And then there were Rules, the commandments that came from his soul and could not be bent or broken.
It was two in the morning. Nicolas was in the secret second home of his latest victim. This one had been hard to catch, since he was a priest. Nicolas could not enter a church while he was hunting. He could not kill anyone wearing a rosary or a cross. There were Rules. But here? Where the fire-and-brimstone preacher came to have his affairs? Here, his hypocrisy would be exposed to the world.
The middle-aged man was bound and gagged on his own bed. Nicolas had drugged him, to restrain him. But he was awake and aware enough to look afraid as Nicolas approached with the needle. They had to be alive when he drained them, he had to stop before the heart stopped. That was a Rule. The first syringe of blood was squirted directly down his throat. He had to taste it, that was a Rule, too. But he had about two liters to drain, and he couldn't drink all of it. The rest was delicately poured into an empty champagne bottle and two glasses, set up in a mockery of a romantic date at the dining room table. Bright red rose petals led from the table to the bed, where he left the man dying, two puncture wounds in his neck.
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Back at home, he changed out of his clothes, an eighteenth century getup that would have fit a period piece about the revolution. The gloves were practical, yes. But he needed to maintain a connection to his true self when he was hunting. He slept through most of the day. Come evening, he got up, dressed in a band t-shirt and ratty dark jeans, and went out as Nicolas, local musician.
Arriving at the club, he saw Mina already sitting at the bar. He sidled up on the stool next to her. "Hello hello." Mina had an unhappy expression on her face. "What's stuck in your craw tonight? The music's not that bad," he joked. Befriending Mina was the riskiest thing he did, but he couldn't resist. She, like him, was an agent of truth, in a way. He could feel the spark in her.
Summary: When your friend and crush Eddie Munson asks you on a date, you think it’s the best day of your life. But when there’s a serial killer on the loose, you never know what might happen. You thought you were good at figuring out who the killer is in movies, but in real life… It’s a whole other game.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Non-con, Dub-con, kidnapping, drugging, obsession, serial killer, serial killer AU, murder, violence, blood, stalking, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, major character death (mentionned)
Word Count: 5063
A/n: Hello people! So this fic is a collaboration with my dearest friend, @cryptichobbit ! It’s our first time writing for Eddie, and to be honest it was really fun! I hope we’ll make more collabs in the future!
This fic is dark. Mind the warning. We’re not responsible for your media consumption.
With time, you became an obsession for him.
You were worse than all the drugs he was taking and selling.
He didn't think he would fall for you so much. You had been friends for several months after all, and part of him found it a bit strange to have those kinds of feelings towards his friend. But he couldn't deny it anymore, you were all he thought about, day and night, every day of the week, every hour. Despite his best efforts to stop thinking of you that way, you were on his mind. Because whenever he saw certain books you read and told him about, certain types of clothes you would wear, heard certain songs and bands you two would listen to together, the volume way too high for any normal beings, he automatically thought of you. You and your beautiful smile, you and your beautiful y/e/c eyes, you and your passions, you and your brilliant personality, you and your intelligence that impressed him, you and your goddess body that he just wanted to make his own… Everything that made him fall more and more in love with the wonderful person that you were.
He wanted to label you as his. Mark all of your gorgeous curves that were driving him insane.
He wanted to make you scream– no, even better. He wanted to make you scream his name.
So he made sure to prepare the perfect plan.
A date.
All girls love dates after all, right? And he knew what you liked, your favorite food, the places you preferred to go, what you liked to do or not. He probably knew more about you than you knew about yourself.
After planning the whole day in advance, not even knowing if you would say yes or no, he called your house. After talking to you a little longer than expected, all to hear your sweet voice, he invited you on the date and a beautiful smile appeared on his face when you accepted.
Just like he planned.
“Okay, I’ll get you tomorrow at 7pm!”
“Okay, can’t wait to see you Eddie.”
“Can’t wait to see you either, sweetheart!”
He had the talent of making the butterflies fly in your stomach.
Eddie couldn't wait to see you, he was so impatient he couldn't sleep that night. To help himself calm down and take his mind off things, he strummed his beloved guitar, loving the sound it made whenever he played with her strings.
When Eddie finally felt tired enough, he undressed and went under the warm covers of his bed. Falling asleep was hard, like he assumed it would be, but he thought of you and your sight filling his mind put him to sleep.
The next morning, Eddie woke up quite late for someone that couldn’t sleep. Immediately after he opened his eyes, he got up from the bed, put on the first clothes he could find and left his trailer for some last minute shopping. First the pharmacy and then the grocery store to pick up two or three useful things just in case, although in all honesty, it was just to pass the time. There were still hours to wait before picking you up and his impatience grew more and more.
Once he got back home, Eddie found a nice way to occupy himself while thinking of you...
When it was finally close to 6pm, Eddie started getting ready to look presentable. He took a quick shower to get himself clean and smell good, knowing how you loved his scent. It was one of the reasons why he gave you one of his sweaters even though you weren't together. His scent calmed you, reassured you and he found you completely adorable in it even if the clothing was too short on you, and that if you were not wearing a pair of shorts underneath, he could see everything.
The idea of taking you like that, on your back or even on all fours while you were wearing his sweater excited him terribly. Luckily, there was still some time to spend on a quick handjob. Thinking about your curves. His hand printed on your asscheek. His cock glistening wet, a sight to die for when he bottomed out of your tight channel. Your voice breaking begs for him to go rougher.
Needless to say, it wasn’t called a quickie for nothing.
Once he was done cleaning himself, Eddie got out of the shower and dried his hair. Finding something nice to wear to the date turned out to be harder than he thought, but he eventually found clothes that were not dirty or torn. Satisfied with his appearance, Eddie fixed his room and exited his trailer to drive to your house.
The drive was fast, and Eddie arrived to your place. His truck parked to the side of the road, he walked to your door and knocked. Your mom opened and he greeted her politely with one of his adorable smiles as he waited for you to be ready.
Girls always took more time to be perfectly pretty. But Eddie didn’t mind the wait, especially when he saw you walk down the stairs.
A soft, barely audible “wow” breached his parted lips, his chocolate eyes widening at the sight of you. You were wearing the dress. The dress he got you for your birthday, dress you never wore because it made you feel insecure. It was too short, too tight, the neckline was too deep and overall, the fabric sticking to your body like a second skin showed too much of the curves you hated.
But Eddie loved that dress for all of those reasons.
“Ready?” You giggled at seeing his expression. Your laugh echoed in Eddie’s ears like a soft, beautiful melody. Thankfully, the pants he wore were large, because otherwise, he would have had explanations to give about the bump hardening down there.
“Yeah. All ready. Let’s go.”
Eddie led the way, opening the door of your house to let you walk out first, and then opened the door of his car on the passenger side. A shy thank you left your lips as you thought his gestures were so romantic and gentlemanly. But in reality, Eddie’s actions were based on his perverted instinct on detailing your gorgeous body while you were unaware of where his eyes were resting.
Once inside his car, Eddie sighed and looked at you.
“You’re okay?” You wondered, your voice a bit higher than usual.
“Yeah it’s just… You’re just so pretty,” Eddie softly grinned at you, and the smile you gave him made him melt on the spot. Your hand played with your hair, placing a strand behind your ear as shyness filled your face with heat.
“And you’re so handsome, Ed.”
It was his turn to blush at your words. Eddie looked at himself all over. The baby blue button up shirt he got from one of his trips was a bit baggy on him, but once he rolled the cuffs to his elbows, it fitted perfectly. The jeans were big, but with his slim legs, every pair of pants he owned were oversized. Anyway, he preferred them that way.
“Ready to go?”
You grinned at him. Eddie took that as a yes, so he turned the engine on and started driving. Your favorite song immediately busted through the speakers and you nodded enthusiastically, appreciating his efforts to make the date perfect to the last detail.
After a few songs, you finally arrived at the destination. It was a small restaurant that you really liked for the good food, the affordable prices, and the warm ambiance. You walked inside, Eddie keeping the door open for you. Once seated, a waitress took your orders. As you were about to give yours, Eddie surprised you once again by telling the lady exactly what you wanted. He remembered your favorite dish from this place and it warmed your heart.
This was the perfect date.
While you both waited, you looked at Eddie and gave him a soft smile.
“How are you holding up?”
“What?” Chocolate eyes cluelessly glanced at you, as if he forgot.
Your heart sank and you reached a hand across the table in case he needed to hold on to something. “About Wayne.”
“Oh. Uhm.”
It was all over the news.
Hawkins was a small town, so when something happened, it didn’t take much time for everyone to know about it. Especially something as serious as a killer wearing some kind of ghost mask on the loose.
It was the fifth murder happening in the last two weeks. Victims were all found with similar injuries, but all died from different wounds. One got stabbed so many times, an abstract painting of red was covering the walls of the room he was found in. Another had been found on the ground, body sprayed like an insect someone would have squashed. The balcony patio door had been found open so the investigation concluded the victim had been pushed down.
But no matter what eventually killed the victims, they were all covered in stab wounds coming from the same blade.
It was getting worrisome but you knew the cops would protect you all. The sheriff was doing everything to catch the killer and you trusted Hopper. He got you out of trouble more than once after all.
Even though Wayne wasn’t your family, the sadness you felt was terribly hard to handle. He had been so sweet to you, always making sure you were okay and safe. Eddie’s uncle acted like a dad to you and you missed him terribly.
That fateful day when the killer took his life, Eddie came to your place. His hair was such a mess, his eyes red from crying too much and he was wearing a big hoodie, like somehow, it could hide him from the world and from the pain of losing his only family. No questions were asked when he showed up so late on your doorstep in that vulnerable state. You let him in and brought him to your room, lay on your bed and allowed him to cry, to sob and empty his whole heart to you as he kept crying against your chest. You let him mourn and listen to the words breaking through his sobs, telling you what happened and how he found the body.
Seeing the usually cocky, dorky and happy Eddie Munson in such a terrible state was heartbreaking and you could imagine the pain he had to endure right now. So you spent the rest of the night with him, rubbing his back, whispering sweet nothing to him, until you both fell asleep in your bed.
“I’m… I’m holding up. The trailer feels empty without him there,” he paused and thanked the waitress as she brought your food. “It feels lonely without him. Nobody called for him either, or for me, like we… don’t exist to them anymore. I guess I'm an orphan now,” he shrugged it off with a forced smile, his eyes not meeting yours.
Your heart broke. You knew he was joking to hide his sadness and avoid crying right then and there in the middle of the dinner.
“Eddie, i’m always there for you alright?” Your hand finally met his and you squeezed softly. The rings on his fingers were cold.
“Yeah, I know.”
“So no matter what, you have my full support and if you ever need anything… Just call me.”
He intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Thanks sweetheart.”
A small smile stretched his lips, his eyes staring at your hands. You smiled back at him, relieved to see him seemingly feeling a bit better. A bit later, the waitress brought your food and you both started eating, talking a bit about anything and everything. Well, in all honesty, he mostly let you talk, enjoying the sound of your voice that was soothing for him, like a lullaby a mother would sing to her crying child. He loved how passionate you would become when you spoke about things you liked.
The food was good and you got sad when your plate was empty. You left the dinner, Eddie paying for the both of you, and you back in the truck to reach your final destination and the place of your date…
A drive-in.
You gasped, overjoyed with his choice for your first date.
“What movie are we gonna watch?” You were almost jumping on your seat.
God you were so cute. To eat for, Eddie thought.
“Manhunter. It’s a thriller, you're gonna love it.”
And he was right.
Even though during some scenes you could easily guess what was gonna happen and didn’t get surprised at some of the “jumpscares”, you had a good time.
“I knew who the bad guy was like immediately, it was so obvious,” you laughed once the credits rolled in.
“Ah?” Eddie whispered next to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck. Too invested in the movie, you didn’t notice that with the position you two were in, it was impossible for him to watch the movie.
Eddie had better, more interesting things to watch anyway.
“Yeah,” you commented. “I always guess the endings too easily, especially slasher movies. Serial killers are so obvious, the victims had it coming, like come on! They are so stupid.”
“Hm hm.”
Since Eddie had forgotten to bring blankets and nights were quite cold in November, you started shivering halfway through the movie. But as the good gentleman he was, Eddie proposed to cuddle, and of course, you accepted. That was how he ended up with his head on your shoulder, his lips so close to your skin, only one movement would connect your bodies.
Well… “Forgotten” was a big word.
When it was time to get back home, Eddie asked you if you wanted to come to his place to watch more movies with him. Of course you said yes, who were you to say no to more movies, cuddled up against Eddie Munson? You only needed to call your mother once you arrived to warn her, you didn’t want her to worry after all. With the murders happening around and the killer still on the loose, it was dangerous to go out at night. Luckily you were not alone, and knowing you were with Eddie would reassure your mom.
Happy with your answer, Eddie grinned and started driving to his place. It was a nice ride, the windows down just enough to let some cold air enter the car. Your favorite songs were still blasting loudly from the speaker, but it was nothing compared to your voice badly singing the lyrics alongside the driver.
Once at the trailer park, Eddie stopped his truck and quickly jumped out of it to jog to your side and open your door, extending a hand for you to take. You smiled and giggled at the gesture, taking the outstretched hand and walked inside with him.
“I need to prepare the popcorn, you can go to my room, I left a surprise for you there.” Eddie stopped walking abruptly and you spun towards him when your intertwined hands forbade you to go forward. Curious, you grinned and waved his arm from side to side.
“A surprise?”
“Yeah,” he smiled, bringing you closer to him. Bringing your hand to his lips, Eddie left a soft kiss that made you giggle. “I saw it and thought you’d like it. Well… I hope you like it.”
Because it cost me a lot. He thought.
You looked at him, wondering what he got you, curiosity stronger than anything. Eddie looked nervous all of a sudden, wary of how you would react, perhaps. Brushing the worry aside, you tried walking to his room again, but since he was still holding your hand, you couldn’t make two steps before you were dragged back again.
“Can I have my hand back, or do you want to keep it to yourself?” You playfully asked, a tint of flirt in your voice as you turned to him. But when you saw his look, your smile froze.
It was the low light of the trailer, you told yourself immediately. That was why his eyes looked so dark. It was only the shadow reflecting on his face, you reassured yourself when a creepy grin stretched his lips. Only the lights. Everything was fine.
“Sorry,” Eddie let go of your hand. Immediately after, he walked to his pantry to retrieve a package of uncooked popcorn. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and walked to his room. The weird feeling you started having when you saw his expression was still lingering in the back of your mind, so you squeezed it as much as you could in a corner to forget. But the sensation was persistent, screaming at you to just run outside that place. Run away before it was too late.
It was stupid. So stupid. You’ve known Eddie for so long, he was your friend, your confident, and finally you had a date with him. You never thought you had a chance with him, so when he asked you out, you almost cried of happiness. It was only the movie that put those ideas inside of your brain. Watching a thriller / horror movie with everything that was happening in the town might not have been the best idea after all. But then you wondered…
Why did the drive-in decide to play that one then, if they knew about the ongoing murders? That seemed quite heartless of them, now that you thought about it.
You were still thinking about it, denial fighting your survival instinct when you entered Eddie’s room. The handle was cold in your palm and the door creaked on its hinges, the sound breaking the silence in two. It sounded like a howl of agony, like the wood itself was warning you of the inevitable outcome.
Stumbling in the dark, your fingers finally found the switch and you turned on the light. It blinded you temporally, his room was way more lit than the rest of the trailer, so your eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust. When you could finally open them without squinting, you looked around… And your attention immediately stopped on the bed.
Your heart dropped in your stomach. Heavy, like a brick, it hurt and nausea rose in your throat. It was barely if you could hold yourself up.
His bed was a mess, nothing more than normal for Eddie. But on it… Black clothes were neatly spread on the sheet, like the person that put it there wanted you to recognize them immediately. Like that wasn’t enough, next to it was a mask of a frowning face with a gaping mouth.
Ghostface.
But the worst… The worst was the butcher knife covered in blood laid between those two items.
And as Eddie expected, you screamed.
God that scream was beautiful.
Just like you.
You felt an arm wrap tightly around you, the only reason you didn’t collapse on the floor when a sudden sting stabbed your neck. As your vision became blurry and your head heavy, you heard a simple “sorry” coming from the metalhead’s mouth.
The last thought you had was the one of denial. It couldn’t be. It had to be a nightmare. The killer placed the clothes on Eddie’s bed to frame him and was forcing him to do all of this.
Your survival instincts were frowning at your naiveness.
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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you weren’t wearing your own clothes anymore. The tight dress was gone, replaced by something bigger, the material soft like silk. It hurt everywhere when you forced your body to move, but you fought the ache and opened your eyes to look around. Metallica and Iron Maiden posters on the walls. A guitar proudly displayed next to a mirror. The light way too strong for your retinas. And on your body, a black robe.
Shifting slightly to feel the surrounding, you noticed you were wearing nothing under the black clothing. Your underwear was gone.
The heat followed pretty quickly. Your whole body was hot, terribly hot, it was unbearable. It felt like a hundred degrees in here, sweat covering every inch of your body.
And over that, you were desperately soaked. Wetness was drenching the insides of your thighs.
“My sweet princess finally woke up. How are you feeling? Had a nice sleep?”
Somewhere deep inside, his voice woke up the reality of the situation. Fear tried to make its way through your veins, but it burned and melted with all the rest. Your head felt fuzzy, your sight difficult to focus on the silhouette next to you.
“Eddie…” The name barely escaped your parted mouth, like a whisper bleeding through your lips.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, so sorry… You make me crazy. You’re worse than all the drugs I took since I started taking them y’know?” he smiled softly at you, too softly. Your gaze focused on that part of his face and fear tried once again to fill your lungs.
One breath got in, but it came out with a needy, desperate little sound.
It wasn’t your Eddie. It couldn’t be your Eddie. You had to wake up, move, leave, not stay there and… Want it! What the fuck was wrong with your body? You should feel fear, despair, sadness, anger, hell, feel betrayed.
“E-Eddie please…”
But all you could feel was the uncontrollable urge to get him even closer to you.
“Shh, you’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone else come in between us. Now, I can have you all to myself.”
You whined and shifted in the bed again. Only, this time, you finally noticed the lack of bounds… You weren’t even tied up. Then, why couldn’t you move? Your mind was getting more and more fuzzy and even though you didn’t have all of your head, you understood what happened.
He drugged you.
You hated that. You hated how it made you feel, your body burning up so bad, your head was melting the basic instinct of survival you should have had. The fight or flee response was gone.
“Is my princess needy? I can fix that.”
Eddie’s hands found their way to your thighs and slipped under the robe. He squeezed the plump flesh and grinned at your reaction, his fingers digging into you.
“The drug seems really effective– now, what if I do this…”
One of his hands moved between your legs and slowly caressed your dripping pussy, making him growl in approval at how wet you were. You moaned despite the situation, hating how he was touching you while you were drugged. Completely at his mercy. No ties were needed to keep you docile, whatever he forced through your veins was doing the job just fine.
And you hated that it took that fucked up situation for you to understand… Sweet, funny, dorky Eddie Munson was not the one he seemed. It made so much sense now, how he met you. That day at the bus stop. He didn’t even need to take the bus. How he befriended you. How that stranger you met just like that had the same taste as you in music, food, arts, and wouldn’t mind listening to you talk about your passions for hours. The stranger became a friend. He knew what to tell you when you were sad or which joke to whisper to make you laugh.
Like he knew you before.
It made so much sense.
How Wayne died. The news said he got run over and over again by a car after being stabbed at the bottom of his back, the perfect spot to paralyze someone to the waist down. It was dark when Eddie drove to your house the night it happened. But you were sure you saw the bumper of his truck… damaged.
How Steve died. Billy. Tommy. Heather.
All those people… You talked to them shortly before their death. Either they were your friend, or just someone you were tutoring, or a girl that was bullying you for your appearance.
And the first victim… Steve… He was your friend. One day, he joked and openly flirted with you… And when that happened…
Eddie was there.
The shirt he was wearing tonight at the date. You knew why it was familiar.
It was Steve’s shirt.
You thought that anyone else but him could be the killer but Lord knew you were wrong. You could brag as much as you could, you were very bad at finding who the killer was after all.
That was the last thing your brain could gather before it all melted under the heat. It reached the last remains of your sanity, filling it up with lust instead. And without you noticing, your legs opened up. Your body knew what it wanted, your cunt trembling in need of getting used and fucked over and over again.
That simple action made Eddie smile.
You could hear the buckle of his jeans getting undone. Hastily, with only one hand, it took him some time to get his jeans and boxer down so he could free his hard length. Eddie sighed as he rubbed his cock head between your folds. Precum was already leaking from it, that was how bad he had wanted you all night. Thinking about your body, your curves, all of you that would be his at the end of the date.
“I’m gonna make you mine officially.”
In one simple push, he was already balls deep inside you, snatching a loud moan out of your mouth at being so suddenly and perfectly filled. Eddie groaned at the feeling of finally being inside you.
Raw.
He waited a bit before moving as he wanted to enjoy your warmth and softness as much as he could. Compliments bled through his lips, how hot you looked while wearing his robe, how cute your face was flushed with arousal, how needy and pathetic your whimpers were and how tight and warm your cunt was around his cock.
As he pressed his lips against you, Eddie finally sealed your first kiss. The moment he stole your breath, he started pounding inside you. It wasn’t soft at all and showed how deeply anchored his dark desires for you were. All those months studying you, getting to know you to be ready the day of your meeting. Befriend you. Stay out of the radar while erasing everyone that got in his way. Killing the potential rivals or slashing the throat of the ones that would hurt you, like that dumb bitch that bullied you for your gorgeous body.
You were a goddess and they were barely ants. They were only annoying him, so he squashed them like bugs.
All those efforts, all those months of planification, it drained him to the last drop of patience. So now that he finally had you, there was no more waiting.
His balls were slapping against your ass each time he found himself back inside you. It was raw, it was rough, and the drugs flooding in your system amplified the sensations to a level where you couldn’t even moan properly. Everytime he bottomed out, his cock hit your cervix and your vision would turn white with the pleasure building up more and more. It was hot, you were burning up, and you didn’t even notice your hands were now gripping his shirt so tightly, it was ripping the tissue apart.
When his lips left yours, you took a breath you didn’t know you were holding. But even then, the air burned your throat and your lungs and got stuck under an unwanted moan. The coil in your stomach was tightening more and more, and all you wanted was to cum. Supplications were leaving your mouths with the whimpers, but you couldn’t even make the difference.
Was there really a difference?
Eddie’s mouth didn’t stay away from your body for long, as he made sure to mark all the skin he could access. Love bites and hickeys left a trail of burns as he attacked your neck and jaw, sucking and biting everything he could. At one particular sensible spot he bit, you clenched around him and threw your head back, feeling yourself becoming so sensitive to his touch, your body filled with little shocks of pleasure. Eddie answered your reaction by thrusting faster and deeper, his grunts now loudly resonating in your ears. He kept the pace until he reached his climax, loving how your walls tightened around him when he felt you cum around him. You just couldn’t help it, your body exploded with pleasure when it felt Eddie painting your walls with his seeds.
You were completely out of breath, exhausted, but the drug was still kicking hard in your system. Eddie chuckled when you lazily moaned, your pussy squeezing him as if it wanted to be filled again.
But Eddie didn’t need you to tell him you wanted more, because he didn’t want it to end so soon. So, even if he just came, he kept moving, kept fucking you, pushing the cum that was leaking back inside of your abused hole. It was slower, but oh god, so deep and good. Your cunt was burning now, the lightest contact on your crotch was setting the fire ablaze over your body.
“Oh, princess,” his voice was raw. Low. Dangerous. His breath tickled your ear and sent shivers down your spine, shivers you couldn’t even feel under the heat. “Don’t worry… You’re mine now, and I'll fill those holes up again and again until you are dripping with my cum because you’ll never leave me. Ever.”
-
Your mother never heard news of you ever again after that night. All she got was a postcard from you from a place far away, telling you left for good and never wanted to come back to Hawkins again.
The truth was darker. And like when Wayne died, no one bothered checking on Eddie the freak Munson. No one asked him if he knew something and no one checked the last location you were known to be…
This, like the last post lol, is inspired by the prompt list I currently have for a potential yandere prompt list I’m debating throwing out. This one is based on the prompt ‘creepy calls’ and comes from my stalker/serial killer au for some funsies <3
CW: Stalking, mentions of breaking and entering, generally kinda dark.
“God damn...stairs.” Minato grumbled as he made his way up his apartment building’s creaky, poorly lit stairway with his groceries in his arms. “If they bothered getting that fucking elevator fixed, I wouldn’t be nearly breaking my neck just to get god damned food.” Yet, it was only natural that his grumbling went unacknowledged, as he was alone in the discolored, wet-carpet-smelling hallway that led down to the chipped and cracked door that Minato called his. Once there, the dark-haired emo put down some of his bags to fight the jammed door open.
The small apartment that Minato called home wasn’t anything to brag about. The smoke-stained walls were thin enough that he could hear his neighbor’s television almost perfectly clear, cramped, and, most importantly, it was cheap. The tile in the tiny slice of a kitchen was cracked and discolored like the front door, with a small fridge that Minato stocked with his groceries. Then, he moved to the living room, which had sticky carpet and a perpetual smell of dust, but he could deal with that, especially after the slog that was his grocery trip. So, with a sigh, the shaggy-haired boy flopped onto his couch, his television flicked on to fill the silence and stifle the sounds of his neighbor’s show.
At least, until his cellphone rang with a telltale cartoon criminal laugh. The ringtone he assigned to Ryoji Mochizuki.
Minato’s stalker.
Though, instead of a normal person’s terror in that situation, the shaggy-haired emo just sighed in annoyance and answered the phone.
“What.” He answered blandly.
“Awww, so mean to me, funeral lily.” Ryoji pouted through the phone, “Can’t you just pretend to be happy to answer my calls?”
“No.” the blue-haired man said blandly, “Considering you threatened to break in if I don’tanswer these stupid fucking calls, I have no real reason to be happy to talk to you.”
At Minato’s remind of that factor, Ryoji groaned in annoyance.
“God, you make it sound like I make you talk to me at gunpoint, Mina.”
“You kinda do.”
“I do not. You can always ignore my calls and just lock your door. How is that ‘at gunpoint’” The brunette argued, which only made Minato roll his stormy eyes as he sat up on his couch.
“I repeat, threats of breaking in. My parents always locked the doors at night, yet you still got in there like the cockroach you are.” Minato argued back, getting a bright laugh out of the man,
“Okay, you got me there. But you still can’t hide that you just enjoy talking to me~” Ryoji teased, his words enough to earn a dark scowl from Minato.
On some dark level, the emo knew his stalker was right. Ryoji had basically forced Minato to chase off all of his friends or risk them being killed in the crossfire, so, these morbidly casual phone calls were the only real source of socialization Minato had left. But, whether he was lonely or not, he wasn’t about to admit that to the infatuated nutjob.
“Why do you even call me? You follow me around everywhere I go, it’s not like we can chat about how my day was.” He huffed, the unacknowledged point left between the two men like a rotten chunk of meat.
“I just like hearing your voice, funeral lily! It makes me feel less lonely.” Ryoji hummed simply, dark amusement woven into his words, as if he knew the deepest of Minato’s unspoken thoughts. “But! I actually do have things to do today, like you, I’ve gotta go grocery shopping, so~” He sang, “I’ll call you tomorrow, love you, dear.”
With that, Ryoji Mochizuki hung up, and Minato was left alone in his cramped, smoke-stained apartment once more. Only the television to keep him company, now.
A snippet of "Freddo", a yandere!ghiaccioXreader under the cut:
Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts. You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend, but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.
According to him:
If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.
When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.
Even if you seriously doubted about the 'killing' part, everyone on the faculty thought that Ghiaccio was a bit of a weirdo.
Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach.
ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS THE FINAL PART TO SWEET SERIAL KILLER. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST FIVE PARTS, I STRONGLY RECCOMMEND THAT YOU DO.
NATIONAL ANTHEM
WARNINGS - YALL THIS IS THE FINAL PART AND IS INTENDED TO BE A SORT OF DOCUMENTARY LIKE REFLECTION OF THE READER AND JASON THAT WAS RELEASED AFTER THEY WERE PUT TO DEATH IN PRISON; DEATH PENTALTY MENTION; GORE; BLOOD; ATTEMPTED RAPE; KIDNAPPING
A/N - DO REMEMBER THAT WHILST THIS IS JASON TODD, HIS MIND IS SICK AND TWISTED. HIS OBSESSION IS ACTUALLY QUITE A TOXIC SITUATION, BE WARY
NAVIGATION
"This is a documentary following the reign of terror brought about by notorious Serial Killer Jason Todd, and his indoctrinated yet loyal lover, Y/n L/n. Warning, this film contains mature themes that young viewers may find disturbing."
An image of you staring out of the barred window of your cell flashes onto the screen. You're muttering a small phrase to yourself that's inaudible to the viewers. The fingers on your right hand are clutched tightly around a handwritten letter and your leg bounces impatiently.
The screen then flashes to Jason, who sits in a cell identical to yours. He's twirling a pencil between his fingers and reading To Kill A Mockingbird with a gentle smirk on his face. A pair of guards approach the cell with handcuffs and Jason leaves the book open on the cot with an singular underlined line.
"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."
The handsome face of Bruce Wayne appears with the interviewer sitting off screen and attempting to gauge how Gotham's resident billionaire was feeling about what his adopted son and girlfriend had done.
"So, what can you tell us about Jason growing up?"
The screen flickers to a stoic Dick Grayson.
"Growing up, Jason was... intense. He'd always been just a little bit much y'know?"
When it flashes to Tim, he's sitting at his desk in Wayne Enterprises and doesn't even glance up at the camera.
"I don't know. Jason was a normal kid as far as I could tell. We really weren't that close."
Tim doesn't appear for the remainder of the documentary. It was clear that he was hiding something behind his light blue irises, but in any case, the film crew couldn't get time on his schedule to ask him any more questions.
"I adopted Jason when he was 12. I'd hoped to be able to love the darkness out of him. When he was kidnapped and pronounced dead, something shifted in him and he just wasn't really the same anymore. I guess that's where all of this started with him."
The voice of the FBI Agent who arrested the two of you appears over a fuzzy video of you and Jason waltzing through a hotel lobby. The dress you were wearing looked like it cost an arm and a leg even though the flickering static of the footage. There wasn't any sound but it was clear that you had your head thrown back in a laugh.
"The love story between Todd and L/n was incredibly unusual. You had this sweet, girl-next-door beauty who suddenly found herself the object of a damaged, yet devastatingly handsome man's affections."
Pictures filled the screen of police reports and evidence from way back when in the case. The bloody crime scenes, the hearts he'd mailed to you, the image of the street worker who's chest had been carved beyond belief.
"It's only predictable that, especially after the kidnapping, that this woman might find herself with one of the strongest cases of Stockholm Syndrome that the Bureau's ever seen."
Suddenly, Jason's face was shown. He was sitting behind a layer of plexiglass and guards were posted in every corner of the room.
"Jason, we've spoken to a few of your family members, but what was your relationship with Y/n like?"
Jason smiled boastfully and sat up a little straighter in his seat at the mention of your name.
"Y/n and I are so in love and she's the best wife I could have ever asked for. There's nothing more freeing than finding yourself in an unexpected romance. Nothing could ever come between us. Y/n, if you're watching this beautiful, I dream of you every night and I promise that when they finally kill me, I'll find you again. I will always be closer to you than your breath."
"After L/n's first kill, she and Todd left Star City, where she'd been at the time. A conversation with her previous employer and friend Roy Harper suggested that even those deepest in L/n and Todd's personal life had no idea what was going on behind closed doors. Todd and L/n are considered two of the deadliest people to have ever lived. The combined efforts of the pair's sex appeal and ingenuity made them the most elusive of criminals."
An image of you smelling a rose was next to take over the screen.
"So, Y/n, what was your relationship with Jason like?"
You chuckled gently and brushed a piece of hair from your face.
"Being with Jason was being as free as a mockingbird. A lot of people think that there was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome involved but, at least on my end there wasn't any. I pledged allegiance to him and after that, everything was easy."
"What was easy?"
"It's a love story of a new age on the six page. We were on a quick rampage. All of it. I mean the wining and dining, drinking and driving afterwards, excessive buying. Overdosing on drugs, love, dreams, and our anger. Somewhere the lines got blurred I'm sure and sometimes it was a little lonely, but I needed someone to hold me and he did it so well in his expensive hotels."
"You mentioned earlier, if you don't feel like it was Stockholm Syndrome, then what was it?"
"It was love."
The documentary cuts to a video of you and Jason at dinner. You were staring at each other across the table. He held your hands in the center of the table and it was clear that the two of you were in your own little world in the restaurant. Your voice appeared over the video as you talked about your first impressions of Jason.
"And I remember when I met him. It was so clear that he was the only one for me, and we both knew right away. As the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. At first I begged him to leave me alone, to try to remember the friendship we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew him. When he walked in the room, every woman's head turned and everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix, of a man who couldn't contain himself."
Your head tilted slightly and you paused.
"I always got the sense that he became, torn, between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I, understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him."
"The relationship of Jason Todd and Y/n L/n was unique. She brought out the best in him in the worst way. Jason Todd was executed on Death Row on April 27th. Y/n was executed a short week afterwards thereby ending the couple's reign of terror."
