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bvtbxtch · 7 months

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Dead By Daylight | Eddie Munson

Day Six of Kinktober

Summary: You and Eddie have to stay together to survive your captors, a famous killing family situated on the outskirts of Indianapolis.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

wc: ~3k

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, assault, mentions of being drugged, serial murders, dying, injuries, bear traps, blood, men with knives. 18+ MDNI!!!

In collaboration with the one and only @darknesseddiem. Stay tuned for their posts later in October!

a/n: I have been playing and watching a lot of horror content lately so this is inspired by that - perfect for the spooky season!

One moment you and Eddie were on the bus to Indianapolis for Eddie’s belated birthday gift - Metallica and W.A.S.P. in one night. Eddie was practically vibrating with excitement while you sat in anticipation. The next moment, darkness. You could hear a chainsaw. You smelled metallic blood and must.

You whimper as you feel someone pulling you up by your wrists. Your hands screamed in pain, a burning sensation tingling from your hyperextended shoulders to the tips of your fingers.You feet no longer touched the ground. The only thing running through your head was Eddie. Where’s Eddie? Where. Is. Eddie… Your eyes peered open and your blurred vision revealed a darkened room full of rotten wood planks and tools you would never know the name of. A burly figure turned away from you before unconsciousness took over you again.

Your body jolted awake as your crumpled form was cut down and hit the dusty floor. You let out soft moans as you try to open your eyes. It was the comfort of a welcome voice that snapped you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you see the unruly curls, soft brown eyes and luscious lips of your boyfriend. He lightly slapped at your face.

“Come on baby, we gotta get up. We gotta get out of here.” Eddie whispered desperately. You were confused. Where were you? You had just realized how much danger you were in as your eyes finally focused on what was in front of you. Eddie’s eyes had hardened in fear and adrenaline. His beautiful pale complexion was tainted with deep red blood coming from a cut just under his fringe. His lip was split and his chest was heaving with desperate pants. He pulled you up by your bound wrists, eliciting a pained hiss from you. You peered down in disgust at your raw and bleeding wrists entangled with wiry rope. You whined

“Shh, baby. I know it hurts. But we’re gonna die if we stay here. We gotta stay quiet and we need to move quick.”

“Ed, where-”

“I don’t know, honey. But all I know is if we stay here we’re gonna die, okay? We gotta go now”

You nod wearily, too weak to be afraid. All you knew was Eddie. You needed to follow Eddie. You turned your head to notice small peaks of sunlight peering through the rotten panels of wood. Your head pounded as the small rays pierced through your eyes. You couldn’t see any windows and the one door seemed to be boarded up. How did you get in here? You limped towards the grimy work table, desperate for something to free your wrists. Your hands roamed without abandon, fear starting to settle into your bones. Eddie grabbed your wrist to halt your sporadic movements.

“Quiet, babe. Here. Let me help you” Eddie pulled at the brittle rope. His strong hands were able to fray the rope enough for you to untangle your hands. You rubbed at your wrists in hopes to ease some of the burning pain, to no avail.

You continued to carefully palm at the tools to find anything sharp - a salvation at self defense. You managed to find an old rusted screwdriver. With an excited huff, you shoved the tool into your jeans pockets and shuffled over to your boyfriend who had his cheeks pressed against the boarded door.

“The boards seem to be really rotten. I think I can break the board and we can just run for it.” Eddie huffed.

“Eds, what if there’s no way out once we get out of here? What if there’s someone waiting for us when we open the door?”

“Then you run as fast as you can for as long as you can until you can find help.” Eddie’s eyes locked you. He studied your face like it may be the last time he ever saw it. There was sadness in his eyes. You shook your head violently at him with a whimper. You refused to leave him here.

“Listen to me, please” his voice was small, pleading. “If it comes down to it, I need you to promise me that you will run and you won’t look back.” He cupped your bloodied cheeks with his clammy hands. “Please, Y/N.” You let your tears stain your red face with a somber shake of your head. Eddie pulled you in for a kiss so sweet you wish you could just float away with him. It brought you back to when he kissed you at the hideout, tasting of beer and mint gum. He cupped your face similar to how he was now: desperate to get lost in the moment with you, but scared to break you as well. He pulled away and looked at you like you held the whole universe in your hands. You cry into Eddie’s chapped lips as you remember the moment, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last kiss you ever got.

Crackles of dirt outside the door snapped both of you out of your moment. Your hearts both sank to your stomachs. Eddie put his finger up to his mouth as you covered yours. You couldn’t help your heavy breathing. You silently pulled the screwdriver out of your back packet and held it so tight you thought you would bruise your hand. The shuffling paused. You heard the sliding of wood before the small sliver of light became a flood. A bulky shadow infiltrated the light and without hesitation you lunged at the figure’s neck, wedging the screwdriver as far into the skin as possible. An earth shattering howl flowed through your body and you felt pressure on your own neck. Your feet were no longer on the floor. Eddie looked on in horror as the man who had kidnapped you now had your delicate figure in his grasp, and he could snap you like a twig. You choked and cried for air, but the man who had you let out a low chuckle. He threw you back to the ground and your world crumbled. Everything around you turned black and white, your vision rapidly darkening. You couldn’t look up at the man that would be your demise, but you heard a thump. Your heart dropped at what you assumed was Eddie hitting the ground as well. To your surprise, you felt Eddie’s calloused hands around yours, pulling you up to your shaky feet. You blinked rapidly to clear your vision. You saw Eddie desperately trying to get you to look at him. You could barely hear, but could tell he was yelling at you to run. You had little time to look at the man who almost killed you before Eddie pushed you out of the small shack.

The two of you were met with a rundown farmhouse, adorned with fields of wheat and overgrown weeds. The house looked like it could be at least 200 years old and nearly abandoned. Eddie looked as far as he could past the house and saw the gravel driveway. He cupped your head to get you to focus on him. You were breathing heavily, desperate to find any clues to where you were.

“Listen, babe. You see that gravel road over there?” he guided your head with one hand to look to where he pointed with the other. “That looks like a way to a highway or something. We gotta run okay? No matter what happens you run as fast as you can and I will be right behind you.”

“Eddie… I don’t like this. Something bad is going to happen.” you whined.

“I know baby, but something bad is going to happen if we stay here and that guy wakes up. This is the only choice we have, okay? And I promise you when we get out of this, we’re going to do everything together. We’re gonna live happily ever after and get married and have kids eventually okay? You’re it for me babe. I gotta get you out of here.” Tears streamed down both yours and Eddie’s faces. You were terrified to let go of him, you needed him to stay close to you, and tell you what to do.

“Eddie, I can’t do this without you.” You cried.

“Yes you can, darling. You are so strong and brave and you’re going to get out of this. We’re going to get out of this.” He grabbed you and kissed you like your life depended on it, a direct contradiction to the words he said to you. He kissed you like he was never going to see you again. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. You kissed him back, overcome with the need to show him how much you loved him. You kissed him for your past and present, but kissed him for your future as well, a confirmation that you wanted to share his hope with him.

Your moment of respite was cut short when you heard rattling and shuffling from the shed behind you. You nodded at Eddie as he pushed you to begin running. You heard his footsteps behind you as you ran through the field towards the side of the farmhouse. You were too afraid to look behind you, scared to see a third person running after you, or worse, to hear the pair of shoes running behind you stop. You let tears flow as you hysterically ran your path to freedom.

You froze in terror as you heard a crack and Eddie’s yelp. You looked back to see the man’s foot stuck in a bear trap and a looming figure bumbling towards him.

“RUN”. Eddie howled. A horrid sob wracked your body as you watched the man that you had stabbed raise the machete he had in his hand to the sky. He paused, and his eyes met with yours. He lowered his weapon and began trudging towards your trembling figure. Eddie screamed out, his voice sounded animalistic: full of panic and pain. He would do anything for the man to come back and take him so you could leave. But it was obvious that he wasn’t what this crazed man wanted. He wanted you. Eddie began to desperately pry at the bear trap enveloping his left leg.

You barrelled around the side of the house towards the front driveway. Instead of turning slightly to the left to the gravel road Eddie pointed out to you, you turned yourself to the right, spotting a ditch and a drainpipe. You threw your aching body down the ditch and wriggled yourself into the drainpipe, granting you a perfect view of the front door of the farmhouse. Heavy feet were not too far behind you. When you secured your hiding spot, you could hear his exasperated pants. You covered your mouth, desperate not to make a sound, as the man in the mechanic’s jumpsuit searched the front lawn for you. You held your breath tightly as he paced closely to your hiding spot. Luckily, he never thought to look through the small pipe. He turned to the farmhouse in frustration and kicked through the front door, in hopes of finding you in his house. You waited for what seemed like hours before pulling yourself up from the ditch, needing to be sure that your captor wasn’t going to just turn around and come back outside. Your eyes searched the side of the house for your boyfriend. You were afraid that the worst had happened. You knew the least you could do for him is get help and bring this psycho to justice. You turned on your wobbly legs and ran down the gravel faster than your legs had ever taken you. The desperation burned in your lungs as the thought of safety - of freedom pulsed through your body. You cried a sigh of relief as you made it to a highway. There were neat fields of wheat and canola wardened off by a small twine fence across the road from you. You knew that if push came to shove, you could hop that line, lose yourself in the wheat and hopefully stumble across someone’s old farmhouse. You scanned the highway on both sides. No one coming for what looked like miles. Your heartbeat began to pick up again. What if no one came? What if the man came out here and saw you trying to flag someone down? You ducked behind some small shrubs down the road a few feet. You had a decent reconnaissance view but also had some cover if someone came after you.

The blaring sun beat down on you, you poured sweat and tears as you squatted in the bush. The heat made time move even slower, each second feeling like hours. You don’t know how long you sat in the bush thinking about your boyfriend, where the hell you might be, or what is even going on; but you were snapped from your wallows by a small kickback of an old truck climbing the hilled highway just to the south. Its sound got closer as the moments passed: this was your chance at life. You darted into the middle of the road with desperate cries. You saw a rusted orange pickup heading straight towards you. You flailed your arms and screamed as loud as you could, not caring about who might hear you - your rescuers were here.

Eddie had managed to crawl his way to the side of the house, able to tuck his withered body into a hole in the siding. He was ready to give up with each pass he could hear of large boots passing by him. Maybe this time he would just crawl out and let this mad man have him. He could barely live with the fact that he had no idea if you were alive or dead. He had heard nothing but silence once your screams took the assailant away from him. He saw your figure run the opposite way from what he thought was your key to escape. His heart dropped when he lost sight of you and your screams have been ringing in his ear ever since.

Suddenly, Eddie heard your screams once more. His eyes flicked open in fear until he heard you yell again. Your voice was different. Tired and scared, no doubt, but there was hope. Eddie then could finally make out that you were crying for help. He scrambled to his feet the best he could and peered around. Eddie’s stomach dropped as he attempted to put weight on his gouged leg. He grunted as he felt fire flow up his leg, but he knew this was his only chance. He limped as fast he could towards the gravel, pools of blood trailing behind him. He felt like he was going to pass out, but the adrenaline of seeing your face again. His vision was pinholing when he made it to the end of the gravel road. He had lost so much blood but he could faintly hear a rumble of a motor.

You had pleaded with the skeptical old man sitting in the front seat of his dodge.

“Please help me, please. The man that lives at that farm was trying to kill me and my boyfriend. I need to get out of here.” Your voice cracked. “All I need is to get out of here and a phone. I promise you.” You wailed at the man. He looked over the gash on your forehead, the bruises on your neck and the blood staining your clothes.

“All right, kid. But you gotta sit in the back” The man pointed. You cried with relief as you rounded the truck and got into the bed. It was filled with a tarp of loose hay. You flopped down on the hay and knocked lightly on the cab window. The engine awoke from its idle and began to trek down the highway again. As you slowly passed the gravel road you had come from, you spotted two familiar figures. One that made your heart soar, the next making your skin crawl. You banged frantically on the cab window again, pleading for the truck to slow down. Your driver must have seen what you did: a bloodied Eddie Munson limping to the end of the driveway, and the large looming figure that had captured you, hot on his trail.

“Eddie! You need to run! Come on babe!” You screeched. You were not going to sit and watch him die in the middle of the road. Your encouragement spurred Eddie on as he tried to pick up the pace. You lunged at the end of the truck bed and let go of the latch holding up the small door for Eddie. The boy made the mistake of looking behind him, dread consuming his face.

“Don’t look behind you, Ed. Get in the damn truck!” You held your hand out as Eddie gained on the truck and your captor gained on him. Just as you heard the machete whiff through the air, you felt Eddie’s tight grasp onto your hand. You pulled as hard as you could and you shut your eyes until you felt the weight of Eddie’s body on yours. You rolled him to the side and shut the truck bed door, just as your rescuer floored his gas pedal. The once looming, menacing frame of the man who had taken you became smaller and smaller. You and Eddie clung to each other, kissing one another in appreciation. You brushed Eddie’s bloodstained hair out of his face as he held onto you tightly. You rode back to salvation in silence, the only noises you could hear was the wind in your ears and the rogue sniffles that escaped both of your noses.

HAWKINS POST

Breaking News: Hawkins Teens become survivors of Indy serial killer, lead police to his capture.

On their way to a concert in the big city the teens were drugged and kidnapped, sustaining serious but non life-threatening injuries. Indy area farmer branded hero for rescuing teens from highway 10.

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thefuseoftemptation · 9 months

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First meeting with serial killer!eddie

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, suggestions to killing but nothing too clear, yet.

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His hands came up to his face, forefinger up in gesture that let the person in front of him- who was tied to the chair- know to shush. Their words gone unheard and not understood, cloth in between their mouth as it muffled their speaking.

Eddie listened again, trying to hear what he thought he had heard just moments before. And then it sounded once more.

The repetitive thumps of knuckles hitting the door. Someone was there.

"Just sit still- I'll be back." Was all Eddie said as he turned to leave, though not before taking hold of the box cutter that was off to the side, lying on the table. The closer he got to the door, the more the thumps sounded- nonstop - which only pushed Eddie over with how provoking it was. The grip he had on the cutter only grew with every step he took, muttering under his breath as reached the front.

You were standing on the other side, shuffling your feet, releasing your own mutters as you waited. But it was more so because of the timing that your lights had. Of all times, they chose to act up now, flickering repetively until they just decided to shut off completely. And at this hour? It was typical really. Everything just always has to happen to you.

You were just about to knock again- hand brought up to the window of the door- when it suddenly opened. More of a split really, enough to see the guy who was leaned to the frame of it. His eyes peering through the sliver of the threshold.

Eddie was only so close to making you the next one until he saw you. The way you looked at him with uncertainty that most likely came from interrupting his schedule- he loosened up. It may of too been because he took a liking to you. And not the usual custom where he'd choose his victims. It was more than that.

He liked you. Literally. And somewhere in his head, the one that wasn’t set on his shoulders right, he thought that maybe you liked him to.

But then again, it’s Eddie.

He'd been watching you for a while. Looking- gazing at you- every second he could.

You were something else entirely to him. And maybe it was because you weren't like the others. You never gave him looks or side eyes, and never released names from your tongue that were directed to him like everyelse had. There was even that time you returned his newspaper to him because they delivered it to your porch.

He never even read the damn thing. But he took it from you without question. Whatever he could that would give him even the smallest encounters with you.

"H-Hello, uh, sorry to come to you at this hour but, you don't happen to have a step or ladder, do you? My lights went out and I was looking to switch them, you know? Maybe loose bulb or something? But I don't have a ladder so....."

"Sure, sure- why don't you come-" Eddie had to stop where he was with his sentence. Remembering just what he'd been up to moments before and just who was in the other room.

“You know” Eddie opened the door wider, ever so subtly sliding the box cutter into his back pocket as he stepped out. “Why don’t I take a look for you? It’s the least I could do. It might be some loose wiring too? I’ll get my step and I’ll meet you over there and we could take a look….”

You’d barely spoken a few words to the guy before then so you weren’t too sure, but being left without power was less appealing so you were quick to take him up on it. Plus, he’d only ever been decent with you.

“Thank you…” You trailed off, you weren’t even sure what his name was.

“Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He introduced with a tilt of his head.

“Eddie,” you repeated, holding your hand out and giving him your name. Eddie wasn’t expecting the shake but shit, he was gonna take it. Anything to get you close to him.

When you left, Eddie watched your back, only to take a breath in when you looked over your shoulder- shaking your head slightly, mouth lifting up at the bow he did when your eyes met his once more.

The door shut with him leaned up on it, his mind still on you as he straightened himself out. Taking the steps to go get the ladder when he remembered he had a guest over. He couldn’t keep them waiting, it wasn’t a very host like-manner. But he also couldn’t keep you waiting either.

Well, he’d just have to make it quick. After all, he had to meet up with you….

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year

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Wasting Love

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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.

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…

No one knew you were closer than it seemed.

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245 @b3autyfuldisast3r @eevvvaa @wickedinspirations @fictional-affairs @awkward-and-indecisive @cryptichobbit

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wildlife4life · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @spaceprincessem @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @devirnis @lover-of-mine @sibylsleaves @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @daffi-990 and @ladydorian05 Thank you all so much! I look forward to all your fics!

Alright, so yesterday I asked basically for permission to work on my Halloween fics instead of NFL Buck and many of you said to do it. So just for a short time, I will be pausing on NFL Buck. I promise it is still being worked on a bit, but most of my concentration will be on my Halloween fics, which I really hope I can actually get done before Halloween.

Also, I cannot promise that I will be posting much more for tag games this weekend. My daughter is having minor surgery on Friday that we are going out of town for (hospital where I am was a year out), so I will be making most of the weekend taking care of her. I will try my very best to post something, but no promises.

Now that I've caught ya'll up, I know I mentioned a possible werewolf buddie fic. Well that is not this today. Instead I am bringing back Jigsaw Buck, my serial killer fic based off the Saw films. Previous post can be found here.

Warning below the cut. Description of grotesque death and also Devon's suicide. ENJOY!

Pretending to care, to have those emotions that make him approachable and later ignored, is hard work. Buck slipped just a little once. After losing Devon on the roller coaster. Of course, Buck wanted him to fight for his life, to see how much better it could be after the game was won, but in end, it wasn’t enough. And that was on Devon. But his old fire captain somehow took his quick acceptance as a form of shock and sent him to department therapy. Buck hated therapists. They were of the few who had the power to peer past the layers, rip off the masks, and see the twisted bloody hunk of flesh that resembled what remained of his dead brother-in-law. Cold with no emotion to be found; just the void that demands the retribution of others. Thankfully (and somewhat unfortunately), Dr. Wells was too distracted by the shiny layer that is firefighter Buckley to actually do her job. Sadly, she abused the small amount of power she held in her delicate, manicured hands and tried to sexually exploit the man she was supposed to help. When Buck dug around a bit and found her many other victims, well it was a good thing Dr. Wells had such a precise schedule. It was almost too easy grabbing her in the blind spot of her office’s cameras. Too bad the therapist spent most of her given time, screaming that she did no wrong. That those she exploited wanted what she forced upon them, that she didn’t abuse the power she held. And when those last few precious second ticked away, Buck stepped into the room, saddened by her reluctance to take the second chance, learn her lesson. “Game over.” He told her bluntly then turned away, unable to witness his masterful contraption drill into her skull. The whirring tool flung ringlets of bone, blood, hair, and brain matter across the room and onto the floor. The key to her freedom, sat unused in a box just a mere two feet away. The price…a single hand, relinquishing the power she held in it and a tool of her neglect.

Dr. Wells isn't the first or the last of Buck's victims. Spoiler: Eddie will be a subject to Buck's games as well. Mwhaha.

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harrywavycurly · 10 months

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Summary: Eddie Munson is a serial killer, but to you he’s just your ultra loving husband that works odd hours with his uncle Wayne at the plant in town. You have no idea that half the time you call him and he’s “busy” it’s because he’s duct taping someone’s wrists and ankles together or cleaning up after himself when he’s done…working. Eddie makes sure that you know how loved you are and tries his absolute best to keep you as far away from his business as possible even though sometimes it’s harder than he’d like it to be. At the end of the day you are the most important thing in his life and he’ll do just about anything to keep you happy. This is a series all about the ups and downs of being married to a serial killer.🖤

Story Type: Serial!Killer Eddie x Spoiled Reader

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: Writing about Eddie being a serial killer wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card but here we are. I also know killing is horrible and horrendous I don’t condone it at all this is all just fantasy and based on watching Dexter 73874 times so if you’re not into it that’s fine I won’t be offended please do what’s best for you!🖤

TW: Knives, killing, torture-ish things, Eddie is a serial killer

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*This story is in no particular order so you can read it however you like but you’ll find everything down below*

Part 1: Bedtime

Part 2: Soup

Part 3: Honey Are You Home?

Part 4: Thanksgiving

Part 5: Nick

Part 6: Puzzles

Part 7: How Long?

Part 8: Family Video

Part 9: Meeting

Part 10: Schedules

Part 11: Girl’s Night

Part 12: Pampering

Part 13: No Choice

Part 14: Retired (this is set way in the future)

Part 15: As Planned

Part 16: Reminder

Part 17: She Knows (follow up to part 14)

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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Trying to date after escaping an abusive relationship is hard. Thankfully Eddie can provide just what you need. Freedom.

Pairing: Dark! Obsessive! Eddie x Naive! Trusting! Female Reader

Word Count: 6.8 K

Tags: Serial killer! Eddie, he kills in the name of love but murders nonetheless, graphic depictions of violence (very Dexter like), possessiveness, obsession, knife play, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, talks of domestic violence, Billy is reader's abusive ex (I'm sorry if you like him, he's my default villain!), other characters make a minor appearance. I’m not creative enough for song lyrics so I pulled out some real dusty ones from my emo days. Please mind these tags, this story is the darkest thing I've ever written! ⚠️ 21+ MDNI ⚠️

A/N: This story is 100% inspired by and dedicated to @eddiethetwisted. If you are here for dark and twisted, Yandere Eddie please check him and @eddiemunsonfuxks out! You won't be disappointed!

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It’s been 3 years since you escaped from your worst nightmare. 1,095 days since you last had to see his face in that courtroom. It had taken a while for the bruises to fade. It’s taken even longer for the nervous glances over your shoulder anytime you went out to subside, but you felt better. Supported by your friends and a therapy group for other survivors of domestic abuse, you were healing.

“Have you given any more thought to my suggestion?” your friend Barb spoke so sweetly as you had lunch with her.

You pondered the suggestion in question. A few days ago she brought up the idea that you try dating again. Her words and positive sentiments replayed in your mind, just because Billy was a piece of human trash doesn’t mean that all men are. You shouldn’t feel like you have to be alone for the rest of your life just because of what he did. There’s somebody out there meant just for you and what you need– I can feel it!

The truth was you did want to try again. You missed having someone to hold you at night or kiss you goodbye before you left for work each day. But that’s how it began with Billy. He was kind, supportive, loving…until he wasn’t anymore. How can you trust that the same thing won’t happen again?

You sipped your iced tea to avoid answering right away, “I don’t know. I mean I want to but,” she cut you off.

“Just come out to The Hideout tomorrow night with me and my friend Nancy from high school. There’s a local band that’s going to be playing, even if you don’t meet anymore, I’m sure you’ll have a good time!” she smiled brightly at you, adding to her plea and tugging at your heart strings.

“Ok, I’ll come along.”

Billy liked to control everything you did. Who you were allowed to hang out with, where you were allowed to go, not to mention controlling every aspect of your appearance. How you styled your hair. The clothes you wore. Even the colors of makeup you were allowed to use. Everything had to be approved by him. It had taken a lot of hard work to unlearn some of the things he had driven into your mind. It was still a daily struggle.

Even now, standing in front of the mirror wearing a skirt that never would have been allowed felt wrong. You’re showing way too much leg and men will see you for the whore you are– you shook away the thoughts! That was Billy’s insecurity, not yours. He never wanted you to feel good about yourself because that meant you were easier to control.

People wear things like what you had on all the time. There was nothing wrong with the way you looked. Trying to hype yourself up, Barb walked into your place using the key you’d given her and joined you.

“You look so pretty! Don’t change! I can see that look on your face,” she wagged a finger at you.

You jumped, surprised by her sudden appearance but laughed, “Guilty! I was just about to go back to jeans and a sweater.”

“Don’t you dare!” she scolded, “I told you, it’s just drinks. No pressure. We’ll listen to some loud music and have fun.”

You nodded while finishing up and then grabbed your purse. Feeling excited for the first time in a while about the prospect of going out and possibly meeting someone special.

The small, sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana hadn’t been your home forever but it was where you had settled and weren’t about to let Billy take your home from you too. Unsurprisingly, since Billy never let you go anywhere, you hadn’t been to this particular bar before. It was a hole in the wall bar, a local watering hole filled with a seemingly tight knit group of loyal patrons, thankfully ranging in ages from 20s to 60s. If you had walked into a bar filled with nothing but mean, grouchy looking old men, you’d have turned right around and went home. Still, some of the confidence you had managed to build up vanished as soon as you stepped inside.

“There’s Nancy!” Barb waved at a pretty girl with brown curls on the far side of the room, “Come on let’s get drinks and then join them.”

Meeting a new group of people could’ve gone a lot worse. Barb’s friends were all really nice. You met Nancy, a journalist for the Hawkins Post. Then there was her girlfriend Robin, a freelance painter. Finally there was Steve Harrington, a newly single high school history teacher. You learned that they all went to school together, along with the guys from the band that was playing tonight. It wasn’t long until you had finished your first drink and longed for a new one because much to your surprise, you were having a lot of fun.

“I’ll be right back,” pointing to your empty glass.

Doing things on your own has been a goal of yours since leaving Billy. He had often forbid you from doing things alone, claiming it was for your safety but you learned it was just another thing he wanted to control. Going to the bar to order your own drink was honestly something you never thought you’d be able to do again.

It helped that the bar wasn’t super busy and the bartender looked nice. She took your empty glass and suggested something new that you could try.

“Hey toots,” a gruff voice from beside you broke your focus, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone on a Friday night?” He flashed you a grin with yellowing teeth and smelled of stale cigarettes, like the one currently clutched between his fingers.

Moments like this tested all your resolve and work you had done trying to recover. It would have been really easy to fall into old habits. Claiming that your boyfriend was in the bathroom or some other excuse and then run as far away as possible. Your therapist had prepared you for the fact that when you were ready to try dating again, you might encounter more thorns than flowers. He was staring at you waiting for a response.

“Oh there you are sweetheart! I’ve been looking all over for you,” a velvety sound hit your ears and sent shivers up your partially exposed spine. With just a slight turn of your head, you were met with a pair of dark brown eyes and a smile you wouldn’t soon forget.

The man put himself right between you and the creep before grabbing the drink that was sweating on its coaster, “Silly girl, come on! You don’t want to miss my show do you?”

You played along, not wanting to miss the escape this man was offering you from your current predicament, “Of course not.” You grabbed the drink from his hand, “Let’s go.”

He smiled and then addressed the man who had been bothering you, “Careful now Gene that pacemaker was just replaced wasn’t it? Would be a shame if you worked it too hard and something happened again.” You could hear the man at the bar grumble something in response but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

Once you had walked a safe distance away you realized you’d still been following this man who you didn’t know. “Um,” You grabbed his sleeve to stop him from where he was still walking ahead of you, “T-thank you for that. He was making me really uncomfortable.”

He turned and gave you a better view of his face. He was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. His dark brown curls perfectly matched his eyes and his smile was even better now that you could admire it properly. He spoke so warm and kindly, “You’re very welcome princess. Men like him are a waste of breath. May I ask your name?”

You tell him your name and learn that his name is Eddie. But the larger development that takes place is when Steve walks over looking very confused, “Munson!” He smacks Eddie on the back, “So what, you two know each other or something?”

He shakes his head, “I am but her humble savior and defeater of evil.”

You can’t help the little giggle that you let out, “He rescued me from some old creep at the bar.” You motioned between the two of them, “Do you two know each other?”

Steve explains that they went to school together and that Eddie was actually in the band you were here to see with your friend. Which must have reminded him that he was needed backstage once again since they were about to go on.

Before departing from you though, he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the top of your knuckles, “Until we meet again princess.”

Your heart fluttered more than it reasonably should have. You’d known Eddie for all of 5 minutes and he had already consumed your every thought. He was so sickeningly sweet and kind with every word he had said to you. Then watching him perform only amplified the feelings up to 11.

He took to the stage a few minutes after leaving your side. You had rejoined your group, of course regaling the tale of your sudden savior. As soon as the lights dimmed you heard his voice again coming through the mic. You were mesmerized by the way his ringed fingers pressed into the strings of his guitar and then moved along the neck with ease pressing into a different fret causing a change in the sound. Matching perfectly with the bassline and drum beats provided by his bandmates. You were so lost in his beauty up there that your brain couldn't truly process the weight of his lyrics.

He dropped you off

I followed him home

Then I stood outside his bedroom window

You caught words like bloody, valentine, and love. You wondered how he made a song that sounded so violent seem so romantic.

Standing over him, he begged me not to do

What I knew I had to do

Cause I am so in love with you

His eyes locked with yours the entire time. You tricked your brain into thinking he was singing right to you and no one else. For a brief moment, it’s as if all your anxiety and concerns about coming out tonight never existed in the first place. For the first time in a really long time you forgot about everything you’d been through and allowed yourself to entertain the idea of happiness. Maybe Eddie could make you happy.

After the show he emerged from the back and came to stand right beside you again, “What’d you think of the show sweetheart?”

You bit your lip, a bad habit Billy hated, “It was really good Eddie. You’re a great singer. Do you write the lyrics or is it more of a group effort?”

He took a drink of the beer one of the guys had delivered to him, “It’s all me princess. Why did you hear something you really liked?”

“Well, they were pretty dark but honestly,” You thought back to that first song, “There’s something kinda romantic about the notion of killing to protect the one you love.”

Barb gave you a look that you couldn’t quite decipher, it was quizzical but also hopeful, “Yeah you think so? I mean that song about murder is still murder but I guess the fantasy of it could be alluring.”

Nancy joined the conversation, “I’ll have to disagree. Sorry Eddie,” he nods to indicate no offense taken, “There’s nothing sexy about the idea of killing an innocent person just to show your love and affection for someone.”

Eddie didn’t miss a beat though, “But what if the person wasn’t innocent? What if it was someone who deserved it?”

“That’s why we have a court of law, due process to clear those who are innocent and punish those who are guilty. People who take the law into their own hands are just as bad as the criminals they claim to hate so much,” Nancy made her position clear as day on the issue.

As soon as she was done, you felt you had to speak up, “But what about when the courts that are supposed to protect the victims fail and end up favoring the abusers? Real life just doesn’t work like it does in a textbook. Our court systems are incredibly flawed.” For a second you forgot who you were talking to and that Barb was the only one who knows about your past, “They certainly didn’t help me any. All I got was a lousy restraining order and he got a slap on the wrist.”

The table was silent.

Eddie downs the rest of his beer in one gulp, “Who hurt you sweetheart?”

You felt the burn of the spotlight that was suddenly on you. You had let your guard down and exposed a part of yourself you wanted nothing more than to hide away from the world. Finally the words came but they were broken, “I- it's not important.”

The tone in Eddie’s voice lowered and darkened but still managed to drip with sweetness, “I’m so sorry you think that sweetheart, but that’s not what I asked. Who made you think that?”

You swallowed hard, “My ex Billy.”

For the first time all night, his eyes were on his hands instead of you, “Does this Billy have a last name?”

Your brows furrowed as to his sudden interest in your ex, “H-Hargrove. Billy Hargrove.”

Steve could see your distress and tried to make the conversation shift away from you. After that brief drop in his tone Eddie bounced back and was once again laughing along with everyone. The topic of discussion thankfully drifted further and further away from murder and the morality of killing someone who deserved it. You blended into the background as the old group of friends spent the rest of the evening reconnecting.

After last call was made the bar was nearly empty. Only your group and a few other lonely souls that would rather spend as long as possible at the bar than go home alone remained. One of whom was the yellow toothed creep who tried hitting on you earlier in the evening.

Barb grabbed your hand, “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Actually,” Eddie spoke, picking up on the implication that you didn’t drive here since neither of you seemed to be making a move to grab your keys, “I’ve only had this one drink so I’m good to drive you home if you’d rather save some cash on a cab.”

Nancy agreed but offered an alternative, “Eddie, your trailer is in the opposite direction of Barb’s place, I’ll drive them back.”

You didn’t know where Eddie lived but if he was in the opposite direction from Barb, that meant he was in the right direction for you, “Nancy why don’t I just go with Eddie? That way no one has to drive out of their way.”

Eddie’s face lit up with fireworks exploding on his cheeks and in his eyes, “See Wheeler? It’s a win win really.”

“Will you be alright?” Barb asked.

Eddie wrapped his arm around you, “I swear I will protect her with my life.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze, “She has never been safer than she is right now. Cross my heart!”

Eddie led you out to his van. It was old. The peeling blue upholstery of the passenger seat lifted slightly as you sat down. The engine showed its age too as it started up. You looked around curiously, inspecting the cigarette butts sitting in the ashtray and the two plastic coke bottles on the floor by your feet.

“Sorry for the mess,” he somehow managed to look at you and the road at the same time, “I wasn’t expecting to have anyone in here tonight.”

Now that you were alone you wanted to make sure you thanked him properly for his help earlier, “No worries. I really appreciate the offer to drive me home. Especially after you already helped me, a perfect stranger, out with that little issue at the bar.”

He waved it off, “Don’t mention it princess. A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t have to put up with crap like that, especially from scum like him.”

His words couldn’t help but have a profound effect on you. Billy never called you beautiful. Hot or sexy sure but never beautiful. It was really nice to hear and even thought you felt yourself slipping, there was nothing you could do to stop yourself from falling. You were too far gone already. You really liked Eddie.

He turned on some music, obviously one of the groups that served as inspiration for his own music. You glanced behind you as he drove expecting to see various musical equipment but instead you saw only a black duffle bag, several tarps, and a few loose articles of safety gear like gloves and glasses. You turned back to him, “Where’s your guitar and amps and stuff?”

“My uncle works construction so he sometimes uses the van for work,” he shot his thumb pointing backwards, “It’s pretty dirty back there so we started using Gareth’s truck to move the stuff around.”

“Do you live with your uncle?”

“Yeah, he took me in after my asshole dad got locked up,” he turned down the street that would lead to your house after following your instructions.

You pointed out your house to him and he pulled up into the driveway. To your surprise he got out with you.

“What?” he smiled, “I told your friend I’d make sure you were safe.”

You laughed, “Nothing’s going to happen to me between here and the door though Eddie.”

“I’m nothing if not thorough sweetheart. When I set my mind to something I see it through to the end,” he even opened your screen door for you as you dug in your bag for your key.

“Thank you for the ride Eddie,” you lingered in the doorway for a moment. Waiting to see if he would make a move, granted you didn’t have a lot of experience, but it seemed like he was into you, or at least that’s what you hoped.

“You are very welcome,” he kissed the back of your hand again, “Would you do me the great honor of going to see a movie with me tomorrow?”

“I’d love to Eddie, pick me up at 8?”

“On the dot princess,” he planted one last kiss on the hand he was still holding, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You locked the door behind him and fell asleep for the first time in a while feeling hopeful for the fate of your love life.

• • • • • • •

Somewhere in the forest outside Lover’s Lake later that night.

“Oh, don’t bother begging for mercy now Gene. You shouldn’t have tried to take what didn’t belong to you,” a dark voice speaks low to the terrified man from where this assailant hovers over a nearly broken leg and bloody arm.

His breathing was labored, “Y-you’re i-in-sane!”

The man shrugged, “Maybe. But I did try to warn you about that pacemaker, didn't I?” He knelt down and pressed the tip of his pocket knife into the man's thigh, “Tell you what, since you were good and kept your hands off of her I’ll give you another chance.” His voice lifted and dripped with a touch of mania, “If you had touched her perfect skin with your disgusting fingers I’d be breaking each of them one by one.”

Gene went white but didn’t have a chance to react. The man was speaking again, “If you can make it to the lake before that little piece of metal keeping your heart beating gives out, I’ll let you live. You can even tell them what I did and how that Munson boy is as crazy as everyone says he is!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Unfortunately for him, Eddie had already done a number on him. He was bleeding from several places and had no idea what direction the lake was in. He hobbled frantically and panicked through the forest, desperately searching for the lake. Under different circumstances this old local might have noticed the change in soil texture or the shifting foliage signaling that water was nearby. But at god knows what time in the morning being chased by a madman, he felt the beating in his chest begin to falter. He collapsed to the ground.

“Oh,” Eddie had caught up to him with ease and stood over him watching as the older man struggled to breathe. The silver of his blade shining in the moonlight, “Too bad.”

• • • • • • •

Eddie was precisely on time for your date the next day. He drove the two of you to the theater in town and paid for the tickets.

“Do you want a snack princess? Are you a popcorn girl or maybe something sweeter just like you,” Eddie’s constant flirting was consuming you. It felt so good to be desired in a way you never had before.

“Popcorn is fine Eddie,” you grabbed his hand, “Thank you.”

Everything was going perfect. You had dressed up and not once thought about what Billy would say. Eddie was a perfect gentleman and even let you pick some romantic comedy that Billy never would have seen with you. The movie wasn’t great, it was cheesy and predictable, but that wasn’t the important part. Eddie’s hands never left your skin the whole night. Whether he was holding your hand, wrapping his arm around you, or just mindlessly thumbing over your wrist while the movie was playing. It was the best date you had ever been on. Until you stepped out into the night air of the parking lot following the credits.

“Well well sugar, fancy seeing you here,” a voice you never wanted to hear ever again hit your ears and you froze in place.

Eddie was right there to catch you before you could fall down that slippery slope of fear, “Sweetheart? Who’s this?”

“Who the fuck are you freak?”

“Billy please!” you felt yourself shaking as you tried to speak up for yourself, “I- I still have a restraining order so just leave me alone.”

He stepped forward just once before Eddie cut him off, “You should listen to her. Wouldn’t want to make any trouble.” He looked around, assessing that Billy was here alone, “Seeing a flick all by yourself?”

“Fuck off freak,” Billy looked right at you from where you were cowering behind Eddie, “You’re still as weak and spineless as you were when I left you. Just now you’ve shown your real slutty colors.”

Eddie’s tone dropped again like it had last night when he was protecting you from that guy at the bar, you thought he might address Billy again but instead he pulled you tight into his body, “ Come on princess. Let’s get you home. Something just came up and my evening suddenly looks very busy.”

You didn’t have time to process what could have possibly come up in those few seconds of interacting with Billy but you were just thankful to be back in the car with Eddie.

He was driving slowly towards your house, “Sweetheart? I need you to know I really like you and I have a very important question to ask. I know it might be difficult to talk about but I need to know. Just what did Billy do to you?”

You rubbed anxiously at your legs, “I really like you too Eddie. I feel safe with you. Unlike with him.”

You somehow manage to describe a condensed version of the hell that Billy had put you through over the years you were together, “He was my high school sweetheart but he started getting really controlling, that led to me breaking his rules which eventually reached the point where h-he would hit me, or kick me, always making sure to target spots that I could easily hide with long sleeves or pants though.”

Eddie was quiet so you continued, “I finally managed to get away with Barb’s help and I thought he had moved away after serving his pitifully short jail sentence, but I guess not. Tonight’s the first time I’ve seen him since the trial three years ago.”

He arrived in your driveway and grabbed your hands, “You’ll never have to see him again. I swear to you. He’ll never hurt you ever again.”

It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position being pulled in for a kiss from across the center console, but the feeling of his lips on yours was divine. He kissed you like his life depended on it. Like he was drowning and you were his only source of oxygen. Your heart raced and pounded louder when you felt his hands moving down towards your chest. He stopped right at your heart.

“Go inside and wait for me. I have something to take care of but it shouldn’t take long, ok? I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

You obeyed and watched his van back out of your driveway before pulling off down the street.

• • • • • • •

The movie theater parking lot was still busy. Perfect.

Eddie parked his van close to but not directly beside the blue Camaro that he had seen Billy leaving just a little bit ago. Eddie had to plan this timing perfectly. If the movie that walking shit stain was seeing was the average run time he had to work quickly. He grabbed some rubber gloves and pliers from the glove box and got to work hot wiring the Camaro.

It roared to life and he managed to avoid any noisy onlookers tonight. He drove it to the side of the currently desolate highway and staged a scene. Left the headlights on, opened the doors and rummaged through the contents as if someone had disposed of the driver before robbing them blind.

After he was satisfied he took the long walk back along the road not wanting to leave any footprints in the dirt of the forest. He checked his watch as he reentered the movie theater parking lot for the third time that night. If his calculated moves had been correct, ahh right on schedule. Billy was walking out and hadn’t seemed to notice yet that his car was missing.

Eddie hurried to his van and grabbed his signature chloroform soaked cloth and waited in the shadows for the perfect moment to strike.

When Billy was walking past his van to possibly inspect a different row looking for his car, Eddie grabbed him and placed the cloth over his mouth. As they all do, he struggled for a minute but eventually went still. Allowing Eddie to toss him in the back of the van on the tarp he’d already laid out before diving out like nothing had happened and headed for the abandoned lake house he saved for special occasions like this.

Just off Holland road sat his destination.

A few years back, his old supplier Rick, had gotten busted for good this time but his family still paid the bills on this old place so Eddie had started using the old boathouse for purposes just like tonight. When a so-called man made a foolish decision like getting anywhere near one of his girls he’d bring them here. Not that any of his girls ever knew what he had done for them. No one even gave him the time of day, until you. He thought about your perfect face, your smile, your chest, and the way your hips moved as you walked–focus!

He was going to enjoy this kill.

He readied the space and then went to retrieve Billy’s still unconscious body from the back of the van. Now he just had to wait.

The telltale signs that his victims were coming to were always the same. The grogginess, the hazy look in their eyes, and the same inane questions of where am I or why are you doing this?

He was done waiting so he smacked Billy’s face a few times, “Wakey wakey Billy boy. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” Eddie pulled a knife out from the black roll of cloth that concealed his tools sitting beside him, “You hurt someone very important to me and now I’m going to make you pay for every single time you dared to lay a finger on her.”

Billy’s eyes widened with panic as Eddie stepped hard on the ground towards him. After making the first cut along Billy’s cheek, he got down to business.

Eddie wasn’t usually this messy when he worked, he was colored crimson with this filth’s blood. Even the real pieces of trash who he killed didn’t look this bad when he was through with them.

After enduring his beatings, cuts, torturously slow breaking of each finger, they were usually still recognizable. Not Billy. Eddie had all but bashed his head in and was currently in the process of dismembering his corpse and placing each piece in a duct tape wrapped garbage bag.

Once he was finished, he cleaned up and disposed of the parts where they’d be lost to the lake and even if they were ever discovered, they’d be beyond the ability to identify. Not that Eddie believed even for a second that someone would report a piece of crap like Billy missing.

Besides, he had better things to worry about. He’d gotten a little carried away and kept you waiting longer than he wanted to. So he had to get going.

• • • • • • •

After Eddie had dropped you off, you changed into some soft comfortable pajamas and brewed a pot of tea. All the things your therapist had suggested to do when you got overwhelmed with the feelings of what Billy had done. It helped a bit but the thought of Eddie returning helped more.

He was gone longer than you anticipated but your spirits lifted when you heard the sound of his van pulling up into the driveway.

Carefully you set down your teacup and hurried to unlock the door for him. On the other side of the door however stood a very different Eddie than the one that had left you. He was covered in blood.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart, I have something to take care of.”

“Eddie!” You panicked and couldn’t understand why he wasn’t panicking too! He was obviously injured from something, “Are you alright? Were you in an accident? Oh god we need to call an ambulance!” You yelled.

He looked down at himself as thought it was raining heavily and the liquid soaking through his clothes was water and not dried blood, “None of it’s mine I promise.”

Your face froze. If it’s not his, that means it’s someone else’s, “E-Eddie? What exactly did you have to take care of ?”

The smile on his face was just as bright as it had been when he picked you up earlier, only now accented by the blood staining his face, “I told you princess. He’d never hurt you again.”

Your stomach dropped. The pieces fell into place. It made you sick but there was a part of you that was– happy, “H-he’s dead?”

“As a fucking doornail princess, can I um, come in?”

“Oh! Yes, yeah! Wait! Should we lay down plastic or something?” you looked to see if his boots had blood on them.

He laughed, “Nope we’re all good sweetheart. Just need to ditch these clothes and use your shower.”

Your brain worked in overdrive trying to process all of this as you waited for him to finish in the bathroom. You didn’t have any guy's clothes for him to change into so you had dug to the back of your closet looking for some old oversized shirts you saved for painting. You managed to find a shirt and then pulled out a pair of sweatpants you thought might fit him. Lastly, you grabbed a trash bag for him to toss his bloody clothes in. Then you heard the shower turn off.

Your voice was quiet as you tapped on the door with the back of your knuckle, “Eddie? C-can I come in?”

“I’d love you to come in here with me sweetheart.”

You slowly pressed the door open and you saw that he had the towel wrapped around his waist, “I don’t know how well they will fit but here are some clothes a-and a trash bag for you know. Your dirty clothes.”

“You’re an absolute dream,” he took the clothes and the bag then motioned towards the door, “Why don’t you wait in your room for me? Can’t have any of this dirty mess getting on you can we?”

Without another word you just nodded and closed the door again. Your weight sitting on the edge of your mattress felt heavier than normally. The man you just met had killed the man who made your life a living hell and you weren’t sad. You should be calling the police and hiding in case he decides to kill you too, but you somehow knew he wouldn’t. You still felt safe with him. Not only did you feel safe but you were pressing your thighs together as that familiar feeling bubbled in your core. You wanted him.

No matter how wrong it felt, you wanted him to come in here and absolutely wreck you.

“You look so cute in those pink pajamas princess,” he was wearing the clothes you’d given him and you felt your cheeks heat up even more. He stepped towards you and sat on the bed with his body pressed right up against yours, “You’re trembling love, you know I’d never hurt you right? Just like I said last night. I only hurt people who deserve it.”

“I think I’m trembling Eddie because I can’t believe the nightmare is finally over, no more looking over my shoulder wondering if he’ll come back one day and kill me,” you looked up into those brown eyes that somehow still managed to look soft and caring, “I know you won’t hurt me, you did this for me right?”

He lit up, “Yes! Yes I did this for you and it makes me so happy that you can see that. It’s my god given duty to protect you and I’ll never stop killing for you sweetheart! I took care of that creep who bothered you at the bar last night too!”

You knew in the reasonable side of your brain that you shouldn’t be feeling this way. That you shouldn’t be turned on by the thought of a man who loved you so much that he was willing to kill anyone who hurt you, or even slightly inconvenienced you. But you weren’t thinking with the reasonable side of your brain.

You crawled into his lap and felt his cock twitch beneath you, “You did so good Eddie.” He blossomed at the praise, “Can I make you feel good now?”

“Just holding you makes my cock hard as a rock, baby. It’s my job to make you feel good,” his hands grabbed at your hips. The pads of his fingers tracing lightly over the skin of your midriff exposed from your crop top.

You rubbed your hands along his shoulders, “Let me take care of you Eddie.” Slipping out of his lap, silencing the little whine that left his lips with a kiss and your hands on his crotch. You rubbed his covered cock before pulling at the waistband of the sweats you’d just worked so hard to find for him. His cock sprang out with a flourish. Your eyes widened and you sucked your bottom lip up into your teeth, biting down to hide your smile.

“Yeah?” he ran his fingers across the top of your head, “You like what you see angel?” He chuckles at your little nod.

“Can I suck your cock Eddie?”

He let out a pleased hum, “Mmm, that sounds great sweetheart. I can’t wait to feel your pretty little mouth on my cock.”

Not wasting anymore time you took him into your mouth and rejoiced in the pleasant stretch his cock gave your throat. He was big and you didn’t even try to stifle the chokes and gags you made as you took him in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck! That’s my good girl, I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours ok?”

“Mhmm!” you adjusted yourself back on your knees as he stood up from the bed. Getting a better grip on your head, he fucked your throat until you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“M’gonna fuck your pretty throat until your gasping for breath sweetheart,” your lips vibrated against him with want at his words, “Wanna see those sweet eyes roll back in your head and then just before you pass out on my cock, m’gonna absolutely wreck that cunt of yours. Sound good?”

He pulled back just a bit to let you answer, “P-please! Thank you Eddie!”

He pressed your head right back down onto him and listened to the sounds of your gags fill his ears, “Such a good girl with good manners sweetheart. Fuck!” He slammed back in harder.

Your brain was turning to mush. Getting lost in the feeling of his length bruising your throat. At some point he pulled out and tossed you up on the bed. He was careful as he slipped your pajama bottoms off but before he could tear your underwear off you grabbed his wrist.

“Knife–” words were hard but you tried to ask in some semblance of coherency, “U-use the knife I saw in your back pocket. Don’t like these ones anyways.”

A devious grin covered his face, “Fuck you really are perfect! My perfect princess.”

He left for just a moment and returned quickly. The silver of the small blade shimmered in the dim light of your bedside lamp. He licked his lips and grabbed the edge of your panties. The metal was cold where it just barely touched your skin. He was careful not to cut you. Just slicing through the fabric like butter on the right then again left, exposing your wet pussy to him, “I’ll just keep these for later.” He tucked your torn panties in his pocket. Then he turned his attention to your bare pussy.

“She’s beautiful princess,” he pressed his thumb to your clit and twirled it in small circles. Delightful whimpers and whines filled the room, “That feel good baby?”

“Yes! So good Eddie, more, more please!”

“Anything for my best girl,” he turned his wrist and with ease slipped 2 fingers into your sopping wetness while his thumb continued attending to your clit.

You screamed out for him, you’d never been touched like this before. It felt incredible! He was reaching places inside you that you could never reach by yourself. Bringing you to your climax faster than ever before, “M’gonna come Eddie! Don’t stop!”

“Never princess, come all over my fingers.”

The building pressure broke the dam and you cried out, cunt pulsating as you squirted all over his hand. The liquid dripped down between your ass cheeks and pooled on the bed.

He pulled his fingers out and you were so fucking glad you opened your eyes to see him licking your juices off his fingers, “Ready for my cock baby?”

“Y-yes Eddie, fuck me please!”

He took great care to adjust your body on the bed and support your head with a pillow before pressing right in with his bare cock. The sensation of his warmth filling you brought you right back to the edge. You didn’t even care that he wasn’t wearing a condom. If he asked you’d probably let him come inside you.

Lewd noises filled the room as his thrusting squished the wetness in and out of your hole. Both of you were moaning loudly without a care. His pace quickened, “M’close sweetheart. Gonna fill you up ok?” His voice was labored from fucking you but it still held that same sweetness, “You’ll look so pretty all round with my baby princess. I’ll take such good care of both of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

With just his mere suggestion it was suddenly all you ever wanted in life. The man who killed your worst nightmare? There was no one else you’d rather start a family with.

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