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iguessigotta · 1 year

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Eddie gluskin with a pregnant darling maybe

you know what's funny about Eddie Gluskin being one of my faves? i am terrified of pregnancy just headcanons for now - this ended up being more an exploration of the inherent horror of this situation than anything shippy, whoops. also kind of an au where Waylon does not survive his encounter with Eddie 18+ just in case CW: injuries, noncon, hostage, pregnancy, suicide mention cannibalism(?) probably more i missed. (no r*** - it is alluded to tho) i mean it's Eddie. the man is a walking billboard for "dead dove do not eat" ok lmao

being Eddie’s darling wife was a living nightmare

you’d been one of the few employees allowed near Eddie, and he’d developed a….thing…for you. well, not you, really, more the idea of you

and when the Mount Massive asylum fell into chaos, you were one of the unlucky people trapped inside

when Eddie found you he was quick to make his image of you your new reality

whether you wanted it or not

you’d initially fought him at every turn. unfortunately, Eddie had a temper, and was prone to snapping with no warning

you’d learned that lesson the hard way - your forearm was still in a makeshift splint, a dull ache where he’d fractured the bone in a fit of anger. or had he broken it? you weren’t sure. all you knew is it hurt like hell and made it nearly impossible for you to fight back

after that incident, you thought keeping your head down and quietly obeying him was the smart choice. that you’d be safe enough to ride out this mess until someone arrived to help

you had to believe that someone was coming. you told yourself you’d be rescued within the week, that there was no way a facility as large as Mount Massive could go down in flames like this without someone noticing

days turned into weeks, weeks into months (how many had it been? 3? 4?)

every night you sat, ankles bound to your chair at the end of some wobbly, bloodstained table, Eddie at the opposite end, a makeshift dinner spread between the two of you

occasionally there would be some sort of meat among the sawdust-flavored rations - Eddie was always vague when you asked him what kind of meat it was

you resisted for the first month, but your resolve broke a week into the second, the hunger pains driving you to tears and forcing you to make a choice

so you ate. and you tried not to think about where he got it from

it was like the two of you playing some sick game of house

Eddie kept a close eye on you when he was around, restraining you when he wasn’t

you’d be tied to a chair. strapped down on your back atop some bloodstained hospital mattress. arms bound behind you, tied to a support beam and forced to sit on the cold concrete floor

all of it was miserable

Eddie said it was for your safety, but you knew better. especially after he’d found you with a knife you’d managed to get your hands on. he’d stopped you from trying to slash your own throat, spewing some bullshit about his darling preferring death over a blissful life as the proud mother of his many, many children

he wasn’t going to let you leave him in any way

some part of you thought about pleading with Eddie to “think of the baby” and untie you - but that only reminded you that you were, in fact, pregnant

and it was starting to show

whatever mental energy you could spare went to trying (and failing) to block that fact out of your mind

you felt like you were trapped in two horror stories simultaneously - one, enduring whatever Eddie decided to do to you on a daily basis, and two, the unwanted life growing inside you against your will

not to mention the mental anguish of what to do after the…birth. would you even survive that? would you want to?

should you try to raise and protect it? or would it be more merciful if you…

it was a horrifying decision to make, one that you flinched away from whenever you found yourself thinking about it

every day you wondered if it would be better to piss him off, have him kill you in a fit of rage. it wouldn't be hard to do, but for some reason the knowledge that you were pregnant stopped you

well, you told yourself, at least you got to skip Eddie’s “operation table”. all the men who came before you weren’t so lucky, if the video on that camera you found was to be believed….

#dead dove do not eat #reader beware #eddie gluskin x reader #yandere eddie gluskin x reader #this is straight up horror reader is having a bad time #in so many ways!#eddie gluskin headcanons #outlast x reader #kinda sorta tempted to write a short fic exploring this absolute nightmare but idk #we'll see idk #no beta we die like men #no kids allowed #sorry if this isn't what you were looking for anon i just had ✨ideas✨ and ✨thoughts✨ in my little head #anyway Eddie Gluskin is horrible and I love him everyone look at my nasty blorbo he's awful <3 #requests #inbox is open and I'm in the mood for horror so #eyes emoji

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of it - Good Morning (*)

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: M (nsfw), male masturbation, oral sex.

Word Count: 1,004

Summary: Jason dreams of what he can't have.

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Jason liked to start his mornings with a scorching hot shower. Burn away the haze of sleep, and what felt like the top layer of his skin, so he could start the new day fresh and clean.

He dropped his boxers in the hamper and stepped into the tiled shower. This was one of his nicer safe houses and the water pressure was merciless. He groaned under the torrent and rolled his shoulders. The muscles ached from the night’s activities all down his back and thighs. Not the pain of injury, but the rewarding sting of pushing himself further. It was addictive in its own way. He turned so water streamed down his back, curling around his sides and dribbling down his abs.

He closed his eyes.

It had been a busy but unremarkable patrol. Tailing a gang leader, breaking up a weapons trade at a warehouse. The only novel factor was the glimpse of Andy he caught from a well placed rooftop.

She had been in the courtyard of a bar, dancing with some of her friends.

He paused when he recognised her. She looked so different from her usual look, what she called greasy librarian chic. He smiled to see her living it up a little. Why else was he fighting so hard to protect the city if people couldn’t feel safe enough to let their hair down? In a low-backed dress that hugged her hips and thighs, she swayed and sang along to some crooning tune. Long hair tickled her bare back. He caught the echo of her laughter when one of her friends twirled her out across the dance floor.

He squeezed his eyes closed harder.

He was not a man easily distracted. He paid for safe working spaces for half the sex workers in Crime Alley for fuck’s sake, and a significant number of those men and women doubled as his informants. He compartmentalised. It had literally never been a challenge for him to keep things professional.

But he had dreamed of her.

Of the curve of her bare back, shining under the golden neon lights. Of her laughter, husky in his ear. The silky folds of her dress, rippling down her body, pooling at her feet. Her big curious eyes looking up at him. His hand squeezing the flesh of her thigh, wound tight around his hip. Her lips pressed to his neck. He rolled them over.

And he woke up alone, face down in his own bed.

He turned the water temperature up. It pelted his skin and steamed around him.

Andy was his friend, the closest he’d ever had outside of the hero scene. He wouldn’t ruin that.

He tried to focus on the day’s to-do list.

The tip off Spoiler gave him implied those guns moving through the docks were funded by Scarecrow, but everything he had found the week before said it was Maroni. He needed to go over the case again and reassess.

Don’t think about it.

Roy wanted his opinion on some case he was working in New York. Jason promised to go over the files before the weekend.

Don’t think about it.

The water fell down his body in furious rivulets, curling around him, hot and insistent.

Dick wanted to schedule something about- he didn’t remember what. He could go do… whatever that was.

Fuck.

His hand wrapped around his cock. He sighed in relief.

He leaned his other arm against the wall and his forehead against his forearm.

Unbidden, her smile curled in his mind’s eye.

Fuck, Andy.

Thoughts of her were like smoke, curling and wafting around the barriers in his mind without a care. The softness of her skin. The spice of her perfume, the thickness of her hair. In his dream she had laughed, low and seductive. He had never heard her sound like that.

He imagined her whispering in his ear. He replayed in his head the way she said his name. Jason, please.

He was a terrible friend.

His hand was rough and calloused against the tender skin of his cock. Her lips would be soft, and almost grinning, as she looked up at him from her knees. That sparkle in her eyes when she was enjoying his nonsense but didn’t want him to think he was getting away with it.

A groan rumbled in his chest.

He would card his hands through her hair. He’d hold it back from her face and cup her jaw while she took him into her mouth. He would be gentle. Unless she asked him not to be. Only if she asked him.

He thrust his hips into his curled hand. His mind’s eye conjured her head, held steady in both of his hands while he thrust deep. Her muted moans hummed against his cock as he plundered her throat.

Words danced on the tip of his tongue but he held them back. Things he couldn’t admit even in the privacy of his own shower.

I won’t ever hurt you, baby. I’ll keep you safe. Look after you, always. Fuck, that’s a good girl.

Her hands wrapped around his thighs to hold herself steady. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, relishing his rough treatment.

“Andrea,” he choked out.

His vision whited out. He pumped once, twice, three more times into his hand, and came onto the shower tiles.

He sucked in a deep breath, pleasure uncoiling through his whole body. The aftershocks rocked through him, and he leaned heavily against the wall. The sensations retreated all too swiftly, and were gone. His limbs felt weak.

The water was running warm. He grudgingly opened his eyes. Andy was not here.

The evidence of his indulgence washed slowly off the wall.

He let go of himself, aching from the scratch of hard calluses against tender skin. He lowered his head, scowling.

He slapped the shower controls in the other direction. Cold water blasted his body. He gasped against the shock and tried to convince himself he was never going to do that again.

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#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #red hood x oc #my fanfic #for the hell of it #dc #smut #yearning #reader beware

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frankenisms · 7 months

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#frankenisms #book scans #goosebumps #goosebumps art #goosebumps book #horror art #horror book #2000s nostalgia #early 2000s #scholastic #90s nostalgia #spooky #reader beware

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confessional-dashboard · 7 months

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In the most respectful way possible, I would KILL to watch Shin Hati and Sabine Wren have a knock-down, drag-out duel that ends in redemption for Shin and an emotional reconciliation

and then they proceeded to FUCK the absolute HELL out of each other.

They are two beautiful humans with sexual tension between them so thick you could scoop it like mashed potatoes. I want them to get the epic fight out of the way so they can give in to their pent-up lust and absolutely MAUL each other. Just passionate, cathartic FUCKING. Tearing each other apart. Working out with their bodies what they couldn't work out with sabers, and then cuddling and comforting each other in the burning afterglow.

#reader beware #shin hati #sabine wren #sabine x shin #ahsoka #this ship just blasted its way out of mos eisley

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meepmoopmaap · 7 months

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Tentacles slowly snaking their way inside you until theyre deep in and pressing to your g spot before they squirm and twist and start fucking you sloppy style

MY BROTHER IN CRHIST I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE STORE LET ME REST IN PEACE/j

also @cockodemon-nsfw @amingethia-but-nsfw @firefighter-piggy-cookiejar @danteadredkin @presentmicscocksleeve

I have a list of people who like being tagged when horny stuff happen

#tw nswf #reader beware

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writingpun-art · 7 months

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HORROR FREAKS! COME BUY THIS MAGAZINE!

#it's pay what you want btw ;)#reader beware #reader beware magazine #horror #horror art

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savage-flirtation · 3 months

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ladymunson · 2 years

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In My Dreams- Chapter Three. Dream Evil

Fic Summary: Your dreams are getting more and more intense, in nightmare territory. Someone is about to put the pieces of your dreams together, maybe they’re not just dreams?

A/N: Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs and comments. I’m so very sorry for where this is heading, I promise it will have a happy ending! In this AU, everything happened as in the show with the exceptions of Eddie being involved or Max’s fate.

For Lexxie, happy birthday!

Special shout out to my good friend Spencer for all his help with this one!

Word Count: 3259

Warnings: Smut, horror and nightmare elements, supernatural elements, angst, mean parents, mentions of blood and violence.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied, translated or posted to any other platform.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two

Sunday morning is here, you didn’t end up going back to sleep. Nancy had called Steve who had shown up in the early hours. The girls were great for talking to but that’s not what you needed. What you needed was comfort and to feel safe, and as your best friend, Steve could provide that. You had to explain it all over again to him when he got there.

Steve lets out a sigh. “This isn’t normal y/n, that many nightmares in very few days. There’s got to be something else going on, right?” He turns to Nancy for back up.

“I agree, this feels odd even for Hawkins.” Nancy says.

“And if there’s any town in America that’s odd, it’s this one.” Robin chimes in, making your face crease up in confusion. You open your mouth to ask what she means when the phone rings.

Nancy answers. “Hello?” Oh hi Eddie.” Your breath hitches in your throat. “No you didn’t wake me. What can I do for you? Yes he is. Erm one moment let me ask.” She covers the receiver with her hand. “Eddie wants to know if you could go round to his?”

Steve’s back straightens, “Why does he want me?”

“Steve says why him?” There’s a pause while Eddie responds. Nancy’s bottom lip sticks out and she covers the receiver again. “Because you’re his best friend and he’s going through some shit and needs to know if he’s going crazy.”

“That sounds ominous.” Robin says before clapping her hand over her mouth.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a bit, got something to take care of first.” Steve says as he pulls you into the hug you so desperately need.

Nancy relays Steve’s message before bidding Eddie goodnight and hanging up the telephone. “I wonder what is going on with him.”

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An hour later Steve is getting out of his car outside Eddie’s trailer, Eddie is sitting on the steps in red plaid pj pants and a white vest, his tattoos on full display and with bare feet.

“Hey man, you okay?” Steve asks as he approaches.

“No I’m really not!” Eddie says as he stands up, opening the trailer door and heading inside. Steve follows behind, “You want a drink? I have beer.”

“Sure.” Steve replies and sits on the couch, Eddie grabs the beers out of the fridge and sits down with Steve. “So…? You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Steve asks.

Eddie sighs. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete fruit loop.”

“Listen Ed, things are weird in this town. You’d be surprised by what sounds insane and actually turns out to be true.” Steve says as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Okay, so I take it you know that y/n and I broke up?” Steve nods, hoping that Eddie doesn’t ask if he knows why. He doesn’t want to lie to the poor guy and he promised he wouldn’t tell. “I don’t know why, but I feel broken by it. Anyway… ever since we broke up I’ve been having these really weird and vivid dreams…”

Steve sits and listens to Eddie, nodding along but completely flabbergasted. The dreams and nightmares Eddie is describing, mirror yours exactly. But Steve can’t tell him that, he needs to have a chat with Nancy first.

“Wow man! That sounds terrifying.” Steve says, trying to look like he hasn’t heard it before.

“Right?! I don’t know what it means but now I’m afraid to go to sleep. I can’t take seeing her die and losing her all over again.” Eddie says with his head in his hands.

Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “You can’t go without sleep though.”

Eddie stands up and raises his hands, “What am I meant to do Steve? I don’t know how to deal with having my heart broken let alone some fucking weird dreams!” Eddie chokes back a sob. “I don’t want to go back to who I was before her, she made me better.”

Steve sighs and makes a rash decision, he won’t tell Eddie the full details but he wants to give the poor guy a little hope. “Look, I don’t think this separation will last long. She’s in a bad way too Ed, but she has reasons.” Eddie goes to open his mouth but Steve cuts him off. “It’s not my place to say why.” Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head. “Meet me at the diner later today, 1pm. I need to meet up with Nancy there anyway.”

Eddie sits back on the couch and lays his head back, suddenly feeling extremely sleepy. He closes his eyes and within a minute he’s completely asleep, so Steve slips out silently.

You feel so tired after staying up for so long, and begin to doze off. Nancy doesn’t have the heart to wake you, so she leaves you a note saying that she’s meeting Steve at the diner at 12pm and you’re welcome to join them if you wake up in time.

You’re suddenly in your hallway at home, you call out but there’s no one else in the house. You begin to walk up the stairs when you hear a knock on the door, you turn around and approach, reaching for the handle. You open the door gingerly, peeking around the frame without opening the door fully. You see Eddie standing there, dressed in his usual attire; Hellfire shirt, skinny ripped jeans and tatty old Reeboks, topped off with his signature leather jacket. You open the door fully, smiling at him.

Eddie takes you in, only wearing one of his Black Sabbath shirts which is hanging off one shoulder. He doesn’t wait to be invited in, he steps inside and grabs the side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is filled with passion, heat and most of all, love. You can feel the love radiating out of every inch of him.

Eddie pushes the door closed and spins you around, pinning you to it. He takes your mouth again, tongues meeting. It’s sloppy and frantic.

“I need you!” Eddie whispers. You place both hands on his chest and push him back slightly, he looks disappointed but you give him a smirk and drop to your knees. Eddie’s eyes get wide as he understands what you’re up to. His hands instantly go to his belt and he fumbles as he tries to get it open. You take over, then open his jeans and pull them down, his boxers travelling down with them. His cock is standing to attention in front of you, the tip dripping with precum. You lick your lips and wrap your hand around the base, twisting as you stroke up and down. A moan falls from Eddie’s lips as your head moves towards his hard dick.

The first swipe of your tongue, sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine and he thrusts his hips forward. Sending the head of his cock to the back of your throat, which makes him moan even louder. The tuft of curls at the base of his cock tickles your nose so you withdraw, your tongue flicking the underside. You moan at the taste of his precum, making his cock vibrate.

Eddie pulls his cock out of your mouth and pulls you to your feet. “Need you… now!” He says as he pushes you against the door again, grabbing you under your ass and lifting you, wrapping your legs around him. Eddie lines his cock up with your entrance, looking at your face for apprehension. There is none.

You nod and he slides his hard cock inside you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Yes you love Eddie, and there’s more to a relationship than sex but when he’s inside you, you feel complete. Like he’s part of you, that’s missing when you’re not together. You moan out Eddie’s name and it’s like you’ve triggered his hips, which begin thrusting at an almost brutal pace. Your back is bashing against the door but you hardly notice because Eddie’s cock is causing you so much pleasure.

“Fuck y/n, so good!! Eddie moans out before his head comes down into the crook of your neck, which his lips and tongue assault. Your moans make Eddie pound into you harder.

His tongue swipes against your earlobe and you’re done for, the coil in your lower stomach tightening. “Eds… so close.” He reaches between you to rub your clit. Two swipes is all it takes for you to fall apart. You come hard around his cock, your body tensing as you let the pleasure consume you and you let out a scream.

Eddie grunts as his climax is triggered by your silky walls tightening around him, he bites on to your neck, making your high extend.

As you both come down from your high, breathing ragged and heavy, Eddie places sweet kisses on the tip of your nose.

“Wait what?” Nancy says, her coffee cup not quite reaching her lips. “They’re having similar dreams?”

“No not similar.” Steve says. “They’re having the exact same dreams. I mean that’s not possible right?” His eyes darting between Nancy and Robin.

“I wanna say no but this is Hawkins dingus, I’m surprised we don’t all have the same dreams all the damn time.” Robin says as she blows air through her straw making her milkshake bubble.

“I think I need to do some research Steve, see if I can find something at the library. You coming Robin?” Nancy says as she gets up out of the booth. Robin pushes her milkshake away and jumps up, following Nancy out of the diner. As they reach the door, Eddie is just coming in. They both wave at him as they leave. Eddie waves back and then scans around the diner for Steve, spotting his floopy hair over the top of the booth and making his way over.

“Hey, did you sleep better?” Steve asks, noticing how much more relaxed Eddie seems to be. Eddie nods. “No dreams?”

“Oh there was a dream…” he wiggles his eyebrows at Steve who grimaces.

“Dude! That’s gross!” Steve says as he shudders.

“It was anything but…” Eddie smirks.

—

Just as this conversation is happening you enter the diner, you don’t see Nancy and Robin anywhere so you find a space at the counter and order a soda. Your eyes scanning around you in case you missed them and then you see him.

Eddie is sitting with Steve in a booth near the back, he looks…. Happy. He has that blissed out look he always gets after sex, and your shoulders slump in defeat. He’s already moved on with someone else. You call to the waitress and tell her you’ve changed your mind, getting off the stool and turning around to leave.

Eddie spots you on your way out and his breath hitches in his throat. Steve notices and calls out to you, you ignore him and make your way to the exit. Steve jumps out of the booth and runs over to you before you leave.

“Hey y/n, how long have you been here?” Steve asks.

“Oh just looking for Nancy and Robin but I must’ve missed them.” You reply. Just as you speak the door opens and in walks your mom, she sees you and Steve, then spots Eddie standing at the booth in the back and her face gets red.

“So you’re a liar now too?” She says with anger in her eyes. You roll yours and push past her, out of the diner. She fixes her expression and turns to Steve, smiling at him.

“Nope!” Steve says and follows you out of the diner. Leaving Eddie standing there awkwardly. He notices the exchange though and it sinks in. It finally makes sense!

—

You head home and shut yourself in your bedroom, pushing a chair in front of the door so neither of your parents can get in and throw yourself on to your bed. Tears beginning to flow as you sob into your comforter.

—

Eddie pushes past your mother as she tries to brush off what has just happened. She goes to speak to him but he just walks away, he needs to see you. As he drives his van to your place he thinks about what could’ve been said to make you break up with him. As he drives he begins to feel sleepy and to save himself from hurting anyone, he pulls into the parking lot of a nearby motel. He’s just in time, his eyes begin to close just as he removes the keys from the ignition.

—

There it was again, that blood red sky, that field. And y/n standing a few yards in front of him. He runs to her and wraps her in his arms, he will protect her this time. No matter what happens, or what they face, they will do it together.

—

You’re frozen to the spot. Back in that awful place. You know what’s coming but can’t bear to look at Eddie, even though his arms are around you. You don’t even lean into him, you shouldn’t be here together. There’s a chance that that thing will be after you again and you couldn’t take it if Eddie got hurt too. You know it’s just a dream but you’ve already hurt him enough.

“I won’t let it hurt you again!” Eddie says as his arms hold you tighter. You try and pull away but you can’t, Eddie is too strong. And then you hear something…

—

It’s not the same sound as his first dream, that was more of a bellow and this is a screech. Eddie whips his head around but doesn’t see anything. But then he hears the screech again, and it’s coming from above him. Eddie looks up and sees a bat, circling in the sky above his head. A black shadow against the vermillion sky. His grip on her gets even tighter as the bat lets out another screech, even louder this time. Then he hears another screech, and then another.

He looks up to see a swarm of bats, looks like more than 200 of them, and they’re descending on him.

—

You look in the same direction as Eddie, a horrified expression on your face. A swarm of bats are approaching, screeching in unison. You turn in Eddie’s arms looking him in the face. “I love you!” You say, his expression softens and his grip loosens. So you push him away.

You know they’re after you, not him. And after the way you broke his heart, you deserve it. You begin to run away from him, the bats will chase you and Eddie will be safe.

But the screeches don’t follow you.

—

Eddie is taken by surprise when she pushes away from him, at first he’s hurt but he knows she’s trying to save him. But the bats ignore her, focussed on him instead.

The bats circle around Eddie, screeching all at once. He looks up and sees y/n coming back to him. He shakes his head, making her stop mid stride. If it means she’s safe this time, he accepts his fate. Eddie can see tears fall from her eyes, so he mouths. “I love you.” As the bats break formation, claws out and ready.

—

You’re looking Eddie in the eye as you hear the slashing sound as their talons rip into his jacket, and you see the pain on his face. One swoops down and bites into his neck, blood trickling down, turning his white shirt red.

One after the other the bats take turns biting into Eddie’s body. You’ve dropped to your knees, screaming his name, a waterfall of tears streaming down your face. You close your eyes and cry into the ground, not able to watch anymore.

You hear the sound of wings moving, so you lift your head up in time to see the bats flying in the opposite direction. You look over in the direction where Eddie was and see his lifeless body laying on the grass.

“Nooooo!” You scream and crawl over to him, cradling his head in your arms. Your tears washing the blood off of his face. You hold onto him, you’re crying but you don’t want to let him go.

All of a sudden you feel movement, you open your eyes just in time to see Eddie’s open. But instead of the chocolate brown eyes that you love, his eyes are bright red and he gives you a creepy smile that scares you.

You let him go and scramble backwards, as he begins to stand up. Once at full height he gives you another creepy grin and a set of pointy teeth sprout from his gums. Eddie begins to grow, his clothes rip and his pale skin turns black and hairy. A huge set of black wings unfurl from his back and a pair of pointy ears protrude from his head.

You open your mouth in a silent scream as you watch the love of your life. Contort into a nightmare visage right before your eyes.

—

Again Eddie feels trapped but this time he’s the monster. He’s fully aware of what’s happening but he can’t stop himself from lunging at her, teeth bared and snarling. He tries to call her name but the only sound he can make is a high pitched roar. He can see the fear in her eyes as he lunges again, she manages to crawl away but he’s hot on her tail.

Eddie reaches out a clawed hand and grabs her, snarling again. His jaws open and he leans forward.

“Eddie! I love you!” She screams as his jaws lock around her throat, tears form in his eyes as he watches the life drain from hers.

—

You scream and sit up, sweat dripping down your face and neck. He killed you. Your Eddie… killed you. You burst into tears and wrap your arms around yourself. You sob for a moment until you hear a tap on your window. You turn your head and see a blurry Steve looking at you, worry etched on his face.

—

Eddie jumps up out of his seat, he looks around and realises he’s still in his van. He sobs as he remembers, he became the monster and killed her.

Eddie gathers his composure, puts the keys in the ignition and prepares to drive to y/n’s house. He needs to know that his mind isn’t playing tricks on him, he needs to know if you were made to break up with him. Maybe communication will help stop these nightmares.

But then he stops, his brain working a mile a minute.

Wayne! He knew Wayne knew something, so Eddie changes direction and heads to his trailer to finally get some answers.

End of part three.

I’m sorry, it will have a super duper happy ending. I promise!

Taglist: @sweetpeapod, @eddiemunsonlives, @eddiesprincess86, @yourebuckingkiddingme, @fuzzymelanie, @credulouskhaleesi, @mandyjf, @sammararaven, @flameo, @peaches-and-plums-motherfucker, @zekegorilla, @feltonswifesworld87

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#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #strangerthings #eddie munson x y/n #in my dreams #ladymunson #nightmares #reader beware

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yaboyhoney · 5 months

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Yo, I think you might have changed my brain chemistry because I had a dream about your demon au. I worked at a millitary base and it sucked so when I stumbled upon a guy who's in a same-ish situation as your character in your story, I went like ''Please adopt me too, I freaking hate it here''. Then the dream changed, base blew up, I escaped but was transformed in a dog and tried to find those guys again. So when I did find them they were like: ''One puppy returned. Good boy'' Then I woke up

oh my fucking god seriously?? um yeah I be having Submas dreams too. Used to have them a lot more often maybe last year. The worst one was Emmet chasing and kidnapping me in an airport. The best one was waking up to both of them in my bed half naked but getting so flustered by Ingo suddenly making out with me. The demon twins au is written by me and another friend in our private roleplay server. (their writing is soo fucking good.) I have some more writing of that demon au that includes actual sex scenes and decent writing if anyone was interested in seeing that but it's an unfinished roleplay. There's no determined happy ending just yet.

Honey be going through it in the roleplays I put him in lol.

#lemme know if you want chapter two of that demon submas x pet reader fanfic...#it is pretty dub con though so #reader beware

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littleperilstories · 1 year

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hey remember in the Will whipping chapter when I was like "yeah so this is tagged lady whump but rest assured that it's Will who's getting his ass kicked in this chapter" ?

so...this chapter is, like, the opposite of that.

like, Will is there (it’s his POV) and he’s also not having a good time.

but, uh…

if ever there was a TPOT lady whump chapter…

it's this one

#reader beware #lady whump #oh it’s quite a chonky one too #almost 4k #lps the prince of thieves #bree cooper just wants to live her life #will wardrew is a snarky little sh*t

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storytimewithnova · 7 months

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Eerie Backrooms Labyrinth Nightmare

In the dimly lit hotel lobby, Shoyo Oikawa's weary eyes scanned the empty room, the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock echoing through the silence. A flickering overhead light cast eerie, elongated shadows across the marbled floor, creating a haunting atmosphere.

As he worked late into the night, his mind drifted to his beloved husband, Kenjiro Shirabu, who would soon be returning home from his grueling shift at the nearby hospital. Shoyo longed for their cozy embrace, a respite from the harsh reality of the world outside.

The last customer had checked in, and Shoyo prepared to conclude his duties and head home. But as he reached for the doorknob, an inexplicable sensation overcame him. It was as if the fabric of reality itself had unraveled before his eyes.

With a bewildering lurch, Shoyo found himself in a place he couldn't comprehend. The hotel had vanished, replaced by an uncanny realm. The walls seemed to stretch on forever, lined with peeling, sickly-yellow wallpaper. The air was damp and musty, carrying the scent of decay. This surreal dimension bore no resemblance to the hotel or any place Shoyo had ever known.

He stumbled forward, his footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. A sense of foreboding settled in his heart as he realized he was trapped in this bizarre labyrinthine nightmare.

Shoyo's pulse quickened as he ventured deeper into the depths of the place that locals referred to as "the backrooms." It was a world of decaying memories and forgotten nightmares. The walls seemed to weep with a peculiar substance, and the hum of distant machinery whispered secrets from the shadows.

Every turn revealed more unsettling sights. Doors that led to nowhere, endless corridors that twisted and turned upon themselves, and pools of murky water reflecting grotesque, distorted figures. The very fabric of this place seemed to rebel against Shoyo's presence.

Time lost its meaning, and Shoyo felt a growing sense of despair. He called out for Kenjiro, his voice swallowed by the suffocating emptiness. Panic gripped his soul as he realized that the backrooms were an inescapable nightmare, a world of endless corridors and surreal dread.

As he wandered deeper into this nightmarish maze, Shoyo couldn't help but wonder if he had unwittingly crossed into the realm of the supernatural. Perhaps it was a punishment for trespassing into the hidden horrors of the universe, or maybe it was a reflection of his deepest fears and desires.

But one thing remained certain – Shoyo Oikawa was lost in the backrooms, a place where time and reality twisted and contorted, a place where the line between dreams and nightmares blurred into a chilling, poetic dance of dread. And with every step, he yearned for the warmth of Kenjiro's embrace, hoping that their love could be the light to guide him out of this eerie and nightmarish labyrinth.

Time in the backrooms flowed like a twisted river, unmeasured and unnavigable. Shoyo's absence felt eternal, as days and nights melded into a surreal continuum. Each step he took led him further into the heart of this eerie labyrinth.

Back in the world he had left behind, Kenjiro Shirabu's worry deepened with each passing minute. His husband was never late, and the feeling of unease gnawed at his heart. He picked up the phone and called the hotel manager, a shiver of anxiety coursing through his veins.

The voice on the other end sounded calm, stating that Shoyo had indeed left the hotel. Kenjiro's heart sank; something was terribly amiss. He knew Shoyo would never leave him waiting, especially after a long and tiring day.

Hours turned to an entire night, and Kenjiro paced the floors of their home, his mind tortured by fears he couldn't quite voice. The streets remained eerily quiet, devoid of the traffic and life that usually accompanied this hour.

Kenjiro had never felt so isolated, as if the very world itself had turned against him. The air was thick with trepidation, and he knew he had to take action. His husband was out there somewhere, lost in a sinister unknown.

Determined to unravel the mystery, Kenjiro set out to search for Shoyo. He retraced his husband's steps, making inquiries at the hotel and among friends. But all leads turned into dead ends, leaving him with a growing sense of dread.

As days turned into weeks, Kenjiro's life became a desperate quest to find Shoyo. His nights were haunted by nightmares, and he wandered the city streets like a ghost, driven by an inexplicable force.

Something whispered in the darkest recesses of his mind, telling him that Shoyo was not lost in the mundane world but trapped in a place beyond imagination. Kenjiro refused to give in to despair; he would find his husband, even if it meant confronting the eerie, supernatural forces that held Shoyo captive.

The search for Shoyo Oikawa led Kenjiro Shirabu into a world where time and reality blurred, a world where his love for Shoyo was the beacon that guided him through the dark, twisted corridors of the unknown, in a poetic dance of fate and fear.

As Kenjiro delved deeper into the enigmatic puzzle of his husband's disappearance, he unearthed whispers and tales of the backrooms. Local legends spoke of a place where reality itself fractured and where loved ones vanished without a trace. The more he heard, the more he grew convinced that Shoyo had been ensnared in this nightmarish realm.

Guided by a newfound determination and a love that burned brighter than any fear, Kenjiro embarked on a journey to breach the boundary between worlds. Armed with old books, incantations, and the fervent hope that had become his lifeline, he prepared himself to confront the supernatural.

Kenjiro delved into the arcane, delving deep into realms of occult knowledge. Nights turned into endless studies, obscure rituals, and encounters with people who had glimpsed the backrooms. As he learned more about the ancient mysteries surrounding this eerie place, he uncovered an unsettling truth: there were those who had entered the backrooms intentionally, drawn by the allure of the unknown.

It was a perilous path, fraught with danger and uncertainty. Kenjiro's nights were filled with dreams of labyrinthine corridors and shadowy figures. He questioned his own sanity as he felt the pull of the backrooms, a gravitational force that defied logic.

In a desperate bid to bridge the gap between worlds, he performed a forbidden ritual, invoking forces beyond human comprehension. The room seemed to shudder, and for a moment, Kenjiro glimpsed a fragment of the backrooms' twisted reality. It was a place of endless corridors, strange shapes, and lurking horrors.

With newfound determination, Kenjiro stepped forward, crossing the boundary between the known and the unknown. The moment he entered the backrooms, he felt the same disorienting shift that Shoyo had experienced. The eerie, haunting realm of endless corridors, cryptic whispers, and surreal horrors enveloped him.

Kenjiro was determined to find Shoyo, to reunite their souls in the face of the supernatural. But in this bewildering labyrinth of despair, they were both trapped, separated by a reality that defied explanation. And so, their love became a poetic beacon of hope, burning brightly in the dark heart of the backrooms, where eerie horror and undying devotion merged into a haunting dance of destiny.

Deep within the oppressive darkness of the backrooms, Kenjiro's voice echoed, calling out for Shoyo. The corridors stretched endlessly, and hope seemed distant, but he refused to succumb to the despair that clung to these sinister walls.

In the depths of the backrooms, where the concept of time had lost all meaning, the bond between them grew stronger. As they traversed the ever-shifting maze, their connection transcended the boundaries of reality, their love burning brighter and brighter.

And then, in a moment that defied all logic, they found each other. Shoyo and Kenjiro's eyes met, and their embrace was a sanctuary in the heart of the eerie abyss. The love that had guided Kenjiro through his arduous journey also pulled Shoyo back from the clutches of the backrooms.

The very fabric of the surreal realm trembled as their love blazed like a supernova, and the boundaries of the backrooms began to disintegrate. The walls wept, the ground shuddered, and the whispers of the supernatural world faded into oblivion.

Together, Shoyo and Kenjiro, their hands tightly clasped, defied the eerie horrors of the backrooms. In a flash of ethereal light, they emerged on the other side, back to their own world. The eldritch nightmare that had threatened to consume them was reduced to a distant memory.

Their love, unbroken and triumphant, had shattered the chains of the supernatural, proving that even in the darkest of places, the power of devotion could illuminate the path home. As they held each other, they knew that the trials they had endured had only deepened their connection, making their love a testament to the strength of the human spirit in the face of the unknown.

The backrooms may have been a place of eerie horror, but it was also a testament to the unwavering power of love, forever etching their story into the annals of the inexplicable and the poetic.

#urban legends #haikyuu #halloween special #reader beware #shirahina

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