#part 10

I really need to know if Bruce and Danny from Freelance Inventor do get together, everyone wants them to be Boyfriends dammit. (not pressure obv-)

Bruce was terrified.

Danny had contacted him three nights ago, asking to meet up because he had something really important he wanted to discuss. He had an idea of what that was.

Over the past ten years, Bruce had quietly hidden his feelings for his friend. Mostly because he knew where Danny stood when it came to romance and sexuality. His friend had told him a year after they met at that inventor's convention, with open trust, and Bruce had to sit there trying not to show on his face how much it hurt.

Danny Fenton is Asexual and Aromantic.

(t.w blood)

There here! :D

Part 10

warnings: +18!!! SMUT!! MDNI, porn with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, hickeys, cheating, begging, bad languange, mention of a safe word, dirty talking, aftercare, corny asf, little mention of past traumas, mention of things happened in the previous part.

wc: 3.8k

Ever since you moved in with Eddie, you've felt truly happy. You were with the only person who made you feel good, and the fact that he killed your parents didn't bother you one bit. The only thing you worried about was how you'd explain their disappearance. Eddie told you he'd hide the bodies in the woods, ten feet underground. He treated your parents' bodies with disrespect, and you watched him bury them. An outsider would think Eddie Munson, the infamous killer suspected of two murders (if not more), was the cruelest person in the world, the monster the newspapers talk about. And that's the biggest lie.

Since that evening, Eddie seemed to have softened. He gave you attention no one had ever given you before, checking in constantly to make sure you were okay. He repeatedly told you to stay in the van while he buried the bodies, but you insisted on assisting him. Watching the people who ruined your life get kicked and buried didn't dishearten you; you would have done it too, but anger wasn't part of you, so you refrained from doing so. Eddie was the one doing it for you; he had avenged you for the years of abuse and neglect, for all those unjustified slaps and bruises on your body. You found it sweet of him, especially after your mother's reaction when she saw you knocking on the door. You had grown so accustomed to Eddie's caresses that you had almost forgotten how painful each slap was.

You changed into your pearl-colored sweater. The sweater was too big for you, reaching mid-thigh. You weren't wearing pants; you were lost in your usual bruises. From that day on, you'd be free of any more injuries. It was a dream come true, and all thanks to Eddie. And speaking of the Devil, there he was, leaning against his bedroom door, staring at you. His room had become yours, too, since Eddie had enjoyed your company.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He leans in and meets your eyes.

"Yes," you gave him a smile. You were thoughtful and still had to realize what had really happened. "I was thinking." The bedside lamp was the only light in the room.

"Are you thinking about what happened yesterday?" His tone has a note of concern.

"Yeah" you replied as your fingers slid over a fairly obvious bruise near your kneecap. Eddie then kissed you on the forehead and stood in front of you.

"I understand you were shocked. Maybe I wasn't very generous with them, but I did it for you. I hate seeing some assholes live their lives as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't done anything." He knows what he's talking about, something personal, something from an experience he'd lived but which you didn't know at the time, he was speaking to you and he protected you from a horrible fate.

"I know, but I wasn't thinking about that," you admitted, admiring his movements. He was wearing a shirt with "Hellfire Club" written on it. Maybe it was another metal band you didn't know, or something more, but you didn't think much about it. You were too absorbed in Eddie's movements. He sat down next to you, his ringed hand resting on yours.

"So what for?" His thumb began to caress the back of your hand and that warmth began to make itself felt again.

"How happy I am..." you admitted. "I've always wanted all this to end, that I would soon find the happiness and peace I wanted, and now I have. And it's all thanks to you." Sincere words spill from your mouth as your heart beats faster just looking at Eddie. He smiles and blushes and looks away.

"Don't exaggerate" he let out a nervous laugh. "I did what everyone should do. I'm not talking about killing, but about helping others. Sure, my manners were a little extreme, but..." he paused for a moment. "I still helped someone," he almost whispered. His large eyes looked into yours, and your memories took you back to the day of your suicide attempt. That day, you thought you'd find an answer in death, because all hope was gone, yet it was in that moment that life surprises you. Fate had brought you to Eddie, and you were grateful for it every day. It was the happiness you wanted, and that was just the beginning of a new life. You leaned in and your lips met his in a sweet, slow kiss, which he immediately returned. When you parted, your eyes couldn't stop looking at each other.

“Love you” he said spontaneously, enchanted by you.

"Love you too" you declared. It was wrong, and you knew it. You were cheating on your boyfriend, but saying those words to Eddie lifted a weight you'd been carrying for too long. Maybe because the love you felt for your kidnapper was sincere, while for your boyfriend it was forced, not true love. Your words made Eddie smile so much that he picked you up and placed you in his arms. You giggled, burying yours in the crook of his neck. His large hand caressed your bare thighs and you let the sensation caress you. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, and you couldn't help but love his sweet gestures. The dangerous serial killer everyone was talking about had so much love to offer, and you were there to witness it. After yesterday's kiss, something changed in him. He became much sweeter and, above all, always seeking your touch. You didn't think Eddie Munson was a cuddly person, but you were very wrong. However, you didn't mind his love language.

Eddie planted several kisses on your cheek and near your ear. "Sorry to interrupt you while you were changing, I didn't even give you time to put on your pants." His calloused hands still caressed your thighs. It didn't make you uncomfortable, it made you feel good, you loved the gentleness with which he treated your wounded body. You blushed at the sweet kisses.

"It's not a problem, I can wait." Your hands began to caress his face. Eddie lets you caress him.

"Are you sure? I don't make you feel uncomfortable?"

You shook your head. "You're the last person who makes me feel uncomfortable." He'd certainly never acted the way your mother or your boyfriend did. But every now and then you had to tell him so to keep his insecurities from getting the better of him.

"I know, but I just want to be sure." His hand began to caress your entire leg, covered in bandages. You smiled at his gentleness. "How's your cheek? Does it still hurt?" His question reminded you of the slap your mother gave you. It was still red, but you didn't want Eddie to worry.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm used to his slaps, my body doesn't even feel the pain of the blow," you explained. Eddie's hand rests on your knee, still purple and full of old cuts.

"Not anymore, your body will never suffer again," he almost whispered, using a comforting tone. His other hand rested on your hip, stroking it with his thumb. You loved the way he comforted you despite the obvious damage to your body.

"I know, but I don't think my wounds and bruises will go away. My body is ruined now." A note of sadness accompanies your words. No matter how hard Eddie tried to apply disinfectant, bandages, or creams, your wounds would never heal; you would always remember every abuse with pain. Eddie's lips touched your temple, a kiss, then another on your nose, and then your lips. That sudden gesture unleashes a strange electricity within you.

"Your body isn't ruined, it wasn't born ruined. People have branded it by ruining it, but you're not ruined, y/n." Another kiss on your forehead. Eddie's hand slides under your thighs and then his weight makes you fall backward. "I could say you're the opposite of ruined." His words are a strange, enchanting melody that fills your ears. His sincere smile tells you those words were true, but you were too busy feeling a flood of emotions inside you. Eddie was on top of you, still holding your thighs firmly and his other hand was under your back. You were lying there on that bed while a strange tingling sensation spreads between your legs, it was a strange sensation that instinctively made your legs tighten. Your breathing was slow and your body was warm after so long. Eddie's touch seemed enchanted by the way it made your body react in that half-naked moment.

"How can you say that? No one's ever liked my body, not even my boyfriend..." you managed to say as your eyes locked onto his. You were so anxious; you'd already been in these situations with your boyfriend, and it happened when he wanted your body, wanted to have sex with you. He did it at the most inopportune moments, and his grip was tight and painful, and that was enough to scare you. But Eddie's was sweet, and there was no sexual undertone in his eyes. That was enough to try to push that fear away.

"Fuck everyone! They don't even know what they're talking about. Wounds on your body or even scars don't make you ugly, darling." His words fill your heart once again.

"Do you really think so?" Your tone is uncertain. Eddie doesn't respond, he simply brings his lips to a bruise on your thigh, then to a cut near your kneecap, and so on through all the bandaged wounds. Then he raises his head and his smirk appears.

"What do you think? Do you like this answer, or should I continue?" His tone was teasing, and your face flushed. If it were up to you, his lips could be glued to your body for hours, if not forever. You giggled, and that allowed him to continue. His lips traveled higher and higher until they reached the cotton of your sweater, and then he reached your lips. You were mesmerized by his sweetness; you hadn't expected this from Eddie Munson, yet he was there. For a moment, you tensed like a violin string, thinking he was going to try to slip between your legs. It was something your boyfriend did often, and you were forced to endure it, not saying a word. It always created an unfathomable anxiety in you, but Eddie wasn't like that, and that allowed you to calm down. You were a jumble of emotions; you liked Eddie's presence and how he made you feel, but at the same time, the memories of bad experiences made you give in to fear.

"Are you okay? You're tense." Eddie wakes you up and you try to regulate your breathing; you swear you feel hotter than usual. He then releases his grip on your thighs and back. You feel a hollow feeling. "If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know—" He starts to walk away, but you grab him by the collar and stop him.

"No!" It comes naturally to you. "Stay, I'm fine." You reassure him and bring him back to you.

"Are you sure? Because I can see how tense your body is." A serial killer's eye would obviously be able to recognize a poor, frightened victim and when his body is showing those signs.

"Yeah, it's just that I've been thinking about how sweet you are to me while my boyfriend was, well..." you paused, feeling Eddie's ringed hand caress your hip. "He made me anxious when he put me in that position and wanted to have sex with me." Your words changed Eddie's gaze. The annoyance was evident.

"Why anxious? What he do?"

"He didn't make me feel the satisfaction I always heard about, then he always covered the parts of my body where I had bruises, or tried not to look at them" the revelation left Eddie shocked.

"That piece of shit shouldn't even have the honor of coming between your legs" his annoyance grows, yet his caresses don't reflect the anger he shows. "But good news, that asshole will no longer have the opportunity to exploit you and use you as a sex toy, much less disgust your body."

"Do you really love my body?" The tingling between your legs returns.

"I love you and your body, even with all these bruises." His tone becomes soft again and his hand moves to your thigh again. "I wouldn't be surprised to know he was actually terrible at sex." Your silence makes Eddie realize that maybe his assumption was right. "Didn't he turn you on?" You shook your head. "Did he ever at least make you cum?" You shook your head again. In the end, you had to do everything yourself. He simply filled that condom, leaving you without any satisfaction. "God, this asshole didn't satisfy you? And on top of that, he refused to look at you because of the bruises?" His comment leaves you silent, and he notices. He understood your request but was hesitant. After everything you'd been through, he wanted to make sure you were convinced. "What do you feel?" His question increases the heat you felt inside. Embarrassment assails you.

"Hot" your heart began to race, "but like down there..." you whispered out of embarrassment. You knew what you were asking, and the more his hands touched your body, the more your need for him inside you grew. You were still a little scared, but Eddie's gentle gestures made you change your mind. "I've never felt like this" and it was true. You'd never been so turned on, so much so that you wanted someone inside you instantly. Eddie's hand slipped from your thigh under your sweater to your panties, where a wet ring was present. The contact of his fingertips and your wet panties gave you a strange vibration.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He leaned closer to your face, and you could have sworn the world was focused solely on you two. You nodded, "Say it" His statement surprised you, and you decided to oblige.

"Yes, Eddie." At that moment, your heart was fighting with your brain. Your brain was saying no; after everything you'd been through, it was begging you to be careful. Your heart, however, was completely surrendering to Eddie. It didn't know why he should hurt you. With him, you were reborn and could truly relax. Fear and passion battling.

"Let's do this. I'll take care of you, but whenever you need me, you'll use a safe word to make sure I stop. That way we'll be more relaxed. What do you say?" His lips place a small kiss on your nose, emphasizing the sweetness of those words.

"Really?" It was new to you. You and your boyfriend had never used anything like that, because he didn't think it was necessary, and even if it had been there, he would have ignored it. This initiative from Eddie made you feel more confident and made you feel comfortable being there with him at that moment.

" Yes, say red and I'll stop, okay?" You nodded and began memorizing your safe word. "Good girl." His tone of voice was enough to let you know what was coming. His fingers fiddled with the waistband of your panties until one of his fingers slipped inside you. You gasped, and Eddie's face moved to your neck. Light kisses and slow movements accompanied you; you weren't used to this kind of gentleness, and the kisses along your neck were enough to increase your arousal.

"Are you okay?" His finger continues to move inside you.

"Yes" he added another finger to your statement, and this time you let out a moan. Eddie let out a chuckle as those little kisses slowly turned into bites. His fingers began to work with more decisive movements, and the sound he made was enough to tell you how incredible and scandalous this was at the same time. You wondered what people would think if they found out about something like this. What would your now-ex-boyfriend think? That you let your kidnapper, who also happens to be your stalker, fuck you? Of course, not to mention the fact that he's also a serial killer. That would be crazy, an absurd scandal. You began to relax as the pleasure increased, Eddie's left hand holding you still.

"Like this, honey" he whispered in your ear as he curled his fingers, and you gasped. Your legs trembled beneath him, and if that were the effect of his fingers, you couldn't imagine what his cock would do. Your pussy throbbed at the mere sight of it. Eddie lifted your sweater, revealing bare skin covered in scars and wounds. Eddie raised his head and admired it. "So beautiful," he exclaimed as he began kissing your belly.

"Eddie-!" Your moans grew louder, and you longed for more friction. His eyes met yours.

"What, honey? Do you want more?" Another kiss near your bra. You nodded while trying to hold back too many sighs. "Do you want more? Is that it? My sweet girl wants more?" His face now close to your lips. You couldn't resist his teasing.

"Yes Eddie, please" that sentence was enough to send Eddie's brain into a tailspin, he felt his cock getting hard and begging to be freed from his jeans.

"Good girl." He didn't have to be told twice and increased his speed slightly. The pleasure you felt was real and wonderful, just as everyone described it. And what he attributed to increasing this pleasure were Eddie's sweet words. Those compliments and his way of speaking drove you crazy. Your captor, meanwhile, continued to cover your body with kisses and compliments, as if it were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen on earth. Meanwhile, your moans filled the room. "This is my girl, the most beautiful I've ever seen, she makes these beautiful sounds for me." You felt a strange warmth inside you, and in your head, Eddie's name seemed to go on forever.

"Oh Eddie!" embarrassment assailed you but you couldn't think of anything else except that you were losing your mind.

"I felt you, darling." He removed his fingers and you felt a hollowness. You looked up, disappointed by the loss. "Don't worry, I'm not finished with you." His ringed fingers were wet with your juices and he put them in his mouth, ruining the taste of you. "Mhh..." Then he continued to remove his belt and you knew it was time for the next step, and your pussy was calling him back. You noticed the bulge and before pulling it out, he looked at you. "Are you still sure?" You smiled and nodded.

"Yes, please, I need you." With that confirmation, he releases his erect cock, and you realize how wide it is, sending shivers down your spine. He positions himself at your entrance, and only now do you notice the essence of the contraceptives. "How..." you couldn't even finish the sentence.

"I don't have any with me," he says, slightly embarrassed. "I won't come inside you, so you have nothing to worry about." It seemed like a good proposition, so you let him. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, letting go of all the tension. Eddie caresses your legs, and you feel the cold rings that send shivers down your spine. As soon as his cock enters you, you feel a mixture of pain and pleasure, and you snap to attention. Eddie notices and wastes no time in reassuring you. He stopped without you using your safe word and caressed your legs. "Don't worry, it's okay. I won't hurt you." At his words, you take a deep breath, and then another, and another until you close your eyes and relax again. "Better?" Eddie asks, and you nod, signaling him to continue.

Eddie interlocked his hand with yours and repositioned himself, slowly sliding into you. You hissed as you felt his cock slowly slide into you. He was halfway inside you, and the pain was turning into pleasure, and you longed to experience the sensation of his cock moving inside you with the gentleness Eddie was capable of.

"Are you okay?" It was like the third time he'd asked you, and that alone made you want more. You nodded quickly.

"Please, Eddie, move..." You didn't know where you'd had the audacity to say something like that, but it made Eddie move. Eddie's face was really blushing. The girl of his dreams was begging to be fucked by him, a murderous layabout hated by society. Was it a dream or reality? All it took was feeling your walls throbbing around his cock to know it was all real. Slow thrusts, but enough to make you throw your head back. The moans were getting louder, and now you felt the real pleasure. You could feel everything about him, even the veins in his cock. You were going crazy for that, that sweet sex, and Eddie's gentle kisses on your neck.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart" he whispered in your ear. His kisses became more intense, and only later did you begin to realize he was leaving marks on you, ones that would remind you of who you'd fucked the night before. "Such a beautiful, good girl for me." Those compliments, along with his thrusts, were sending you into a tailspin. Your legs began to tremble. You were about to come, and this time, you really wanted to come.

“Eddie–” you can’t finish the sentence as another particular thrust makes you arch your back and moan.

“Do you want to cum?” His lips were at your ear and you heard his ragged breathing.

“Yes please, please-” you tightened your grip on his hand.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, bet you're even more beautiful when you cum." His dirty talk made him even more attractive than he already was. When you realized you could finally come like you'd never done before, you came, feeling every ounce of that amazing feeling. "Shit—you're so fucking beautiful, I'm gonna—" he pulled out of you, and his cum landed on your stomach, staining your skin. Eddie came, muttering something you couldn't understand, then lay down next to you.

Both half naked you caught your breath and when you had the strength you perhaps sat up on the bed, Eddie following you.

“I should have cleaned you up sooner.” He reaches into the nightstand drawers and pulls out some tissues and wipes your belly.

“I think we need a shower.” Eddie chuckles and gives you a kiss on the temple.

"Approved. I'll be able to admire you again." You blush at his comment.

“Stop it!” you look away but he wraps his arms around you.

"Why? I could worship this body for hours." He gives you light kisses on the hickeys he gave you. "So sweet and divine." You smiled at him and continued to give him kisses in return.

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He injected the ectoplasm in himself, with an epipen like contraption he built himself with the unused materials in one corner of the lab. Just like ecto dejecto. Maybe after he has enough ectoplasm, he should also make that, now he first needs pure ectoplasm to heal his degrading body. He made a note in his head that, the pure ecto only works on him because of his soul, if it were a real human or even just human clone, it would have negative effects since ecto can be quite corrosive.

In the Data found about the Lazarus Water, it said these came from Lazarus Pits that were scattered across the world, but most of them were under the control of a cult named the League of Assassins or League of Shadows. A cult full of assassins, who used this composition to heal teamselves from fatal wounds and their leader used them to prolong his life for many hundreds of years. A few of the Locations of the Cult's Pits were written down. It seems but as if there were more, and some of them apparently were not found yet, good, first after training up his stealth and body again, the first stop for Danny after leaving this Lab, would be one of the cults lesser used locations, additionally best also the nearest one.

ITAFUSHI TEXTING STORY PART 10

and immediately megumi freaks out (obviously...)