It’s A Scream, Baby!

it’s a scream, baby!

♡ pairing- ghostface!steve x afab!reader x ghostface!eddie

♡ summary- hawkins had some serial killers on the loose, who would’a known that you’d be their victim.

♡ includes- SMUT, non-con, dark!steve, dark!eddie, knife play, blood play??, degradation/praise, cunnilingus, not a lot of plot, goes 0-100 on the smut real quick, i’m sorry, them being passive aggressive assholes, basically steddie use you right before they decide to kill you.

♡ a/n- if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. let me know if you’d like a little part two with like penetration and stuff !

♡ ps, i swear to god, i’ll stop writing fics about pussy eating cuz i know i do it way too much. ITS A WEAKNESS, I’M SORRY!!!

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The room was a mess, the cushions that once sat perfect and pristine upon the couch had been torn— a flurry of springs and crumbly foam fluttered across the room and the few lamps that stood pride and place in every corner had toppled over, the pretty stained-glass shades smashed to teeny little pieces and stuck to the fibres of the carpet beneath you, jagged and shiny, digging into your palms from the constant clawing you inflicted to the floor. The glass drew blood, slicing through your fingertips and pooling into the crevices of your palms, though it was nothing compared to the wound that throbbed and spluttered in the top of your right thigh.

He had stabbed you— he’d do anything to get you to stay, at least that’s what he’d told you while he drove his jagged knife into the muscle of your thigh, moving it around while still deep inside just for good measure before he quickly pulled it back out again. The blood— oh god, the blood!

“There ya go— can’t leave us now, can you, hm?”

Eddie munson— that was who it was, straddling you and pinning you down with all of his body weight, a sadistic smile inching his lips upwards, bumping his cheeks and crinkling the corners of his black, swarming eyes.

He was a heavy suspect in the countless murders that scattered its way around Hawkins High, various teens going missing just to be found dead the very next day— but it didn’t even cross your mind someone like him, someone you thought was so harmless and misunderstood could do something so insidious and—

“What I tell you about keeping her all to yourself, Munson?”

Oh, what a shame— Stevie, your Stevie, paced the room with that stupid fucking mask hanging loosely from his wrist by the black elastic. You had only been dating for a few months, insisting on going slow, too nervous to go all the way with pretty boy King Steve, and he had told you it was fine, cooing soft and sweet into your ears and pressing innocent little kisses to your cheeks— you hadn’t a clue what was going on, what he was doing when he wasn’t with you and in the confines of your plush and pink bedroom.

God, you couldn’t stop the flurry of tears that brimmed along your lash line, fat tears running down your cheeks in haphazard blackened streaks, your mascara thick and clumped upon your wet lashes, nose all stuffy and blocked and globs of spit trickled down your throat with each time you tried to swallow the massive lump that just wouldn’t budge.

“Oh, honey, there’s no need to be upset, we’re here to take care of you.” Steve cooed, his lips were quirked just like Eddie’s, maniacal and so eerie, while he crouched down next to your struggling figure.

“Look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart, don’t listen to him-” Eddie’s voice was muffled against your neck, nosing against your pulse point and licking his tongue up the length of your neck in a fat stripe. “but you gotta stop movin’ or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours.”

Your throat constricted on its own accord, a cowering whimper fleeing your lips the moment he had started to speak, and another one soon after at the mention of using that knife again.

“Poor girl’s gone all shy-” Stevie cooed, mocking you with a pout on his lips and grazing a bloody knuckle against your puffy cheek— the tears were still ever spilling and you couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes, but he caught your face between his callused hand, causing your cheeks to squish and your lips to jut. “Come on, baby, don’t you wanna play with us?”

You started to sob, shaking your head fervently, hoping that this was all just some sick joke and it’d all be fine once you told them it wasn’t funny. But even when you shook your head, and when multiple please no’s fell from your swollen lips, the tip of the knife that Eddie grasped in a tight fist trailed along your neck, the blade resting far too comfortably against your pulse point.

“No?” So passive aggressive, lips curled into a sneer almost, and his grip around your face got tighter. “Well that’s too bad, ain’t it, honey.”

—

Your clothes had been torn to shreds, sharp slits ruining the fabric and deeming them completely useless, though the cotton of your underwear was still intact, the white stained with their bloody prints and your chest hammered at the sight.

It was a mixture of heavy petting and sloppy kisses, both tongues shoved against your own, swiping against your teeth and lips sucking crudely on your tongue— it didn’t matter to them that you didn’t kiss back. They’d make you sooner or later.

You couldn’t help the surges of arousal that pooled inside your stomach, your thighs clenching with each squeeze and caress, becoming transfixed and inebriated— something close to a Stockholm syndrome that had your mind reeling and hazy, utterly dumb and eager. A complete shift to what was before.

Oh god.

“See,” Eddie started, palm pressed against your stomach while he paused to press his mouth upon your spread thighs, biting and sucking bruises, little teeth marks littering your searing skin and it had you whimpering. “I always had a thing for ya, sweetheart.”

That knife of his was still ever-present, pressed flat underneath the palm that held you still— one wrong move and it’d start to slice…

“Such a shame we gotta get rid of you once we’re done, baby.” He wasted no time in pulling at the crotch of your underwear and successfully splitting it in two— your cunt on display and completely bare, the two killers groaning at the sight, so wet and warm, practically dripping onto the carpet. “You understand though, don’t you?”

“Such a fuckin’ whore,” Steve piped up, hand now grasped around your wrists, pressing them above your head, “hiding all this from me all along, huh, pretty girl.”

And it seemed so quick, Eddie’s mouth was on you in an instant, sloppy and uncoordinated, tongue trailing a long, swift line up your centre, finishing with a mean flick to your clit.

You struggled and wriggled in his grasp, causing the tip of the blade to pierce the skin of your stomach— only slightly, and you could barely notice the pain from Eddie’s ministrations— if anything it made your arousal surge further and you clenched around his prodding tongue.

“Thought she was a good girl, Stevie-” his voice was mumbled, muffled greatly by your pussy in his face and Steve rolled his eyes, a sneer lifting at his puffy lips.

“She is a good girl— aren’t you, honey?” One of his palms cracked upon your cheek in a sharp slap, heat blooming quickly, surging all the way down to your cunt, and of course Eddie knew with the way he fucked you with his tongue. “Just need to get it in that thick skull of yours that you ain’t gettin’ away.”

Your thighs shook, toes curling and your hands tried to hold onto something even while they were shoved above your head. It was a constant of tongue and spit, clit all engorged between his bitten lips and he was eating you like a champ— all that along with one of pretty boy Steve’s palms on your tits, kneading at the flesh and pinching your nipples— and you were getting so close, gonna— gonna cum,,

“Shit, Steve, wish you could feel her now,” he was mumbling and his lips were smacking, so obscene in the stuffy air, “fuckin’ clenching so tight—”

Your hips attempted to buck, his tongue fucking into your hole, slurping up the arousal that pooled there like a starved man and you stared up at Steve, big eyes blinking up at him, all shiny and sweet, glimmering with tears and he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed when they began to slip down your puffy cheeks.

“Oh,” he cooed, mocking you still and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your own, “are you gonna cum?”

Eddie hummed against you, pushing his face even deeper into your pussy, your slick dripping down his chin and you could hear him swallow you down in big, crude gulps.

You shook your head, a haze clouding your irises, your mouth agape and drooling, eyebrows furrowed into a state similar to bliss— it didn’t matter that there was a blade against your tummy and it didn’t matter about the stab wound that you had acquired, it was ridiculous, making you dizzy, all the blood loss, just heightening the perfect jolts to your clit.

“You don’t have to pretend, baby. We know you gotta cum, sweet thing.”

Shit—the way he spoke to you, all condescending and fake, but as sweet as honey, it was so confusing, and if you weren’t so inebriated from their attention, you would’ve been ashamed to say you were on the brink of exploding.

“Ask Eddie nicely,” he cooed, “need permission to cum, don’t ya, sweets?”

Your face was on fire, but you couldn’t help it, you needed to cum so badly— so desperate for it, so you blew out a breath and began to plead.

“P-please can I cum, Eddie—” you whined and crooned, fingers flexing up above you, wanting nothing more than to thread them through his tangled hair and tug him closer into your cunt.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he was teasing you, as if he was actually thinking about it, the bastard. “You gotta promise me you’ll be a good girl until I’m- we’re done with you.”

“Promise!” You nodded profusely, whining up at Steve too, “pretty please can I cum?”

Eddie took a glance up at Steve, awaiting the short nod he gave the metal head.

“Let her cum, Eds.” That smile was back again. The maniacal one. It did things to you, made your stomach flip and you bucked up into Eddie’s working mouth, your gaze flipping between them both.

“Can you believe it, honey? Gonna cum for Hawkins’ big bad serial killers, ain’t that somethin?” You squeezed your eyes shut, stars erupted from beneath your closed lids, sparkly and in a haze and your muscles convulsed, the fat of your thighs squished firm against either side of Eddie’s head. If you thought hard enough you probably could’ve used it as an advantage, could’ve squeezed his head so fucking hard his head popped off, but you were in too deep, nothing could stop them, not when they had you all nice and dumb and fucked out.

“Better make the most of it sweetheart, ‘cause you won’t be around to enjoy it much longer.”

Eddie continued to lap at your pussy, watching intently while you clenched around nothing, and occasionally slipping his tongue inside your fluttering hole just to sate it.

“No more,” you were whining, gasping into the stuffy air, desperate to try and lift your hips away, already overstimulated by the short nudges of his nose against your puffy clit. “Please— I can’t!”

“Oh, come on baby, don’t you wanna get fucked?” Eddie smirked from below, his pretty hair cascading over his shoulders once he smoothed it out of his face. “I know Stevie’s real excited to slip inside this pretty little virgin cunt of yours.”

The fucker had the audacity to laugh, giggling into the skin of your thighs and trying to gnaw at the chubby flesh to stifle himself.

“It’s not funny,” you were pathetic really, speech all slurred and whiny as ever, chest heaving and clit still throbbing even after all his attention.

“You’re right baby, I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” He spoke, all while laughing still, thumb and forefinger reaching up to squeeze at your cheek. Mocking you. “Have I upset you, princess? You mad at me?”

“Come on Eddie, we haven’t got all night. Pretty girl’s already getting woozy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

He was right, you were getting woozy. Your eyelids were already starting to get all droopy and heavy, lashes fluttering and fat tears still slipped down your cheeks.

Eddie finally emerged from his little perch between your thighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and leaning to press a wet kiss to your cheek.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart, not even struggling.” Your face flushed, “you ready, honey?”

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He’s a Perv but He’s Hot

Kinktober 2022: Day 7

Pairing: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader

Kink: Panty Kink

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Eddie walked in on you changing and now he can’t get you out of his mind, and he thought he was a perv for thinking about you like that but little did he know that you liked him as well.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (sixty-nine sex position, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), vaginal fingering, slight!nipple play, panty kink, Eddie being a perv (obviously)), fluff, Eddie and reader being dorks

a/n: Sorry for not posting this on time! I was at a wedding for my cousin but I will do my best to make up what I didn’t post. I hope you enjoy this!

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1 year ago

Want a vampire!eddie :( he’d be so fucking hot 🥵 like, can you imagine vamp!eddie getting all needy while feeding from you? Whining around the skin of your neck and, between gulps of your blood, babbling out things like ‘love the way you taste princess’ ‘keep still f’me, don’t wanna hurt you’ ‘you’re so sweet, you’re such a good girl for me’

OMG MEGAN HDJDJDJ stop i have to read vampire!eddie fics now i fucking love this

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1 year ago

Bee's Stranger Things Masterlist

updated: 06/05/2023

♡ fluff ☆ smut ꕤ angst

I Was Made For Lovin' You ꕤ His Rings ☆ He Survives This One ♡ Sinner ☆ Stress Reliever ☆ Fair Play ☆ Groupie ☆ Self Acceptance ꕤ♡ Birthday Surprise ♡☆ I Can Make You Scream ☆ Take Control ☆ Are You Jealous? ☆ Soft ꕤ☆ Scream For Me ☆ Safe Word ☆ꕤ Distraction ☆ Car Troubles ☆ You’re Mine☆ Demon ☆ My Good Boy ☆ High For This ☆ Tangerines ☆ All Night Long ☆

Pride ♡

Spoiled Brat ☆ I Don't See You ☆ꕤ

Girls Like Girls ♡

Use Me ☆ Enjoy The Show ☆ Just Relax ☆ꕤ I Want You Both ☆

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1 year ago

Also going with the idea with the Eddie and Steve finding out what y/n did to both thingy I wanted to add there sub/dom thingy

Mean!dom!eddie, Mean!Dom!steve, sub!reader

I WANT THEM BOTH RN ☹️ they can do anything to me they want idc idc

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2 years ago

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

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1 year ago

Eddie forcing you to hump your pillow while he watches and fucks himself with his hand.

“Such a pathetic little thing, you will do anything to cum won’t you baby?” He says while stroking his cock to the beautiful yet pathetic sight next to him.

“Please let me cum” is all you manage to get out, you’ve turned into a brainless little fucktoy for him which is just the way he likes it.

“Not yet, if you wanna cum, you’ll do it with my cock in your mouth” he says before pushing just the tip of his cock between your lips and making you suck on it while you continue to hump your pillow to orgasm.

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1 year ago

Eddie Munson as your boyfriend

warnings: fluff, nsfw at the end

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the relationship

this man will treat you like a princess

he loves using pet names; sweetheart, darling, my love

and ugh so many compliments !!

he’s just so proud that you’re his

“isn’t she just amazing?”, a phrase his friends would hear too often

shows you off to everyone

your #1 supporter with anything you do

so good at cheering you up and making you laugh whenever you’re sad

he always takes care of you, making sure you’re happy and healthy

your parents love him because he’s surprisingly good with parents

stares at you when you’re not looking

“what?!” “nothing, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the entire world”

he’s always so excited to play music on his guitar for you, especially if you ask first

affection

eddie is such a puppy, so clingy

he needs to be cuddled a lot

loves it when you play with his hair because it calms him down

also, making out in the woods and probably more

so many neck kisses

holds your hand all the time when you’re out in public

arguments

you guys don’t fight a lot, but when you do, arguments can get a little heated

he sometimes loses control, like raising his voice or trying too hard to get his point across

he will take a moment to calm himself down if that happens before apologizing

absolutely hates it when you cry

“no, no, no, baby. don’t cry!”

will also cry with you because it crushes his heart, but secretly though

he will immediately hug you so tight that you can’t breathe

he feels so bad after arguments and always tries to find ways to make it up to you makeup sex

nsfw

a switch.

he can be quite dominant when he feels like it or when you make him jealous, showing no mercy

but he can also be submissive to the point where you’ll make him beg for it while he’s on his knees

one thing is for sure, he loves teasing in public. whether that’s him teasing you or you teasing him, he loves the thrill of it

just imagine being at a restaurant with some friends as you feel a hand on your thigh, going higher and higher as your eyes widen when he reaches your core. he would have the biggest smirk on his face as he watches you amusingly

he likes to experiment, whether that’s with new toys, new places to do it or new positions, he wants to try it all

also likes to be edged, a lot

the one thing he doesn’t like is quickies. he likes long sessions and enjoys taking his time with you

but whatever the two of you do during sex, he needs to be cuddled afterwards

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1 year ago

Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

Inked (Eddie X Reader X Punk!Steve) [18+]

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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1 year ago

Yandere Peter Ballard

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Ballard X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, manipulation, stalking, obsession, possession, violence, killing, murder, blood, forced relationship, lying

Whether you're one of the "prisoners" there, whether you're an outsider, or Martin's child... you are his obsession now. The moment his hateful and venomous eyes meet with your innocent gaze, something snaps inside him. He doesn't know exactly what his feelings are, but he realizes how much he cares for you when he saw himself that he hasn't faked the caring friend role he's played so far when he's with you. Everything he says is true and his smiles are sincere. He can't believe himself, and mostly you. Who were you?

No matter how sincere his feelings and actions are towards you, he still isn't completely honest. There is a manipulative predator lurking behind his sincerity, and his gaze at you is as if he's looking at some poor prey. It was like you had walked with your own feet to the table of a hungry wolf and expected him to feed you. Listening carefully to his soft voice is proof of how naive and easily fooled you are. You widen your eyes and look at him with your separated mouth. You really are silly, aren't you?

Believing everything he says and being enchanted by his caring voice makes his job much easier. He manipulates you with his words and actions every second he spends with you. He doesn't condition himself "I have to manipulate" when he's with you, it just happens. While you're having time with yourself, he sits next to you and slyly tells you everything he wants to get into your weak mind with a smile on his face. He knows how to get you closer and bond with him. From the stories he tells to the advice he gives, you listen with interest because he's a very understanding and kind person. A good man who is beyond your dreams. Infact, he may be the only one you need for the rest of your life!

That's not all. He closely monitors your interaction with those around you. He makes sure you don't talk to anyone and warns you not to trust anyone. They will all try to hurt you, stay with him and just trust him. He can be the only friend you need. He makes you believe that you are in need of protection, whether you have powers or not.

He brings you everything you might need, you need, want, or think you'll love, even though you don't want him to do. He takes great pleasure in providing you, making him feel like you're under his control and depended on him for everything. He wants to place in your mind the question "Will he bring something for me today" so that you can think of him as your provider. This way you'll see how well he takes care of you and want to live a life with him. It's very important for this relationship that he guides you into this rather than forcing you. He doesn't want to do the hard way no matter what.

His patience really allows things to go the way he wants them to. When a question mark arises in your mind, he talks to you maybe for hours to clear it up. He can spend all his time making you completely believe him. His patience doesn't run out and he never lets down his innocent mask. You can't see his true color unless you try to seriously hurt him.

He learns your interests quickly and uses them while spending time with you. He shows you how much he cares for you in every possible way and at every opportunity. It would take you a long time to realize that someone who cares so much for you is a very powerful and dangerous person.

He takes very good care of you when you hurt yourself in some way. He's the one who take care of you unless otherwise necessary, and he always asks if it hurts before and after he bandaged you. He doesn't want you to move and wants you to stay in bed. It's almost like giving orders. But then he quickly smiles and says if you get out of bed it'll upset him a lot, so you do as he says and rest. Although he tells you not to go anywhere as if he can't be with you all day, he stays with you almost all day. He reads you books, tells stories and memories, asks questions to get to know you, and entertains you. Seeing you hurt and crying deeply disturbs him. It's not in his plan for you to get hurt. He doesn't stop until he finds out who or what caused it.

The day he takes you in a safe place and tells you to stay there, you'll figure out everything. The screams coming from outside take you out of that room and you run until you find him. Blood and dead bodies scare you so much that you almost faint. You think he'll protect you when you find him, but the moment you witness him killing the boy who bullied you, danger bells ring all over your mind. Maybe a long time ago you suspected his obsessive interest in you and you wanted him to leave you alone, maybe you liked it and wanted him to stay, it doesn't matter. Once you find out that he's a ruthless murderer who has incredible powers, you want to escape from him forever. But he's very convincing.

His cold voice gives a chill down your spine since you didn't listen to him and left there, but it softens after he turns to you. He tells you that he did everything for you and that they were the real enemy. He smiles as he caresses your cheek with his bloody hand. He still refuses doing the hard way. He knows how sensitive you are in that moment, and he's trying to get you to his side, despite all the murders he's committed. He knows that if he does the hard way, your feelings for him are almost certain to change permanently, and he never wants that. You expect destructive and cruel behavior from him, but he never gives it. He refuses to take his mask off. Maybe he's not wearing a mask when he's with you, or maybe the fear of losing you is stitching the mask on his face. All he knows that he doesn't want you to afraid of him.

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