A/N: sex and more sex. There will be knife play too and some triggering scenes maybe. But it's all consensual.
NNY sat on a lone chair in the corner of Jenny's bedroom, listening to the gentle sound of her breathing.
He had no idea what time it was. Judging by the noises on the street outside, he would have to say mid-morning.
A fair amount of sunshine crept in through the curtains, making NNY wince. He did always prefer nighttime; there were fewer people around when it was dark.
Jenny had cried for hours in NNY's arms in the end, and he had never felt so helpless. He was clueless about what to do. People didn't normally seek him out for comfort, least of all small, vulnerable women like Jenny.
Well, a small, vulnerable woman who also killed people, but that was beside the point.
NNY was the villain of this story, yet Jenny held onto him as if he was a cuddly teddy bear. In fact, a teddy bear was digging into his spine on the chair as he pulled it out.
It was pink with a rainbow-patterned white belly, and NNY remembered the movie all too well. A flashback from the 80s (it may have been a girl's cartoon, but NNY still caught it a few times at the theatre).
Jenny really was sweet in every way possible. She had several plushies in her bedroom, and they were just as precious as her.
Despite her sweet, innocent facade, there was something inherently dark about Jenny.
NNY caught glimpses of it from time to time. And he wanted nothing more than to consume it.
It was mouth-watering, and he had to have a taste of her darkness...
However, it appeared that this own darkness was tainting her too.
Jenny was at odds with her nature, and it seemed she had a split persona at the best of times.
Normally, NNY would encourage any soul to set their inner demon free. Better out than in, as they say...
But he would hate to see Jenny lose herself just because of his selfishness. The darkness would destroy everything that he loved about her.
NNY loved her kindness, and he loved her gentle soul. The way she had tended to his bleeding nose still made his heart hiccup.
No one had ever taken care of NNY before, and it appeared it was the same for Jenny too. No one had ever protected her, and it made NNY want to stab someone.
Someone at some time had hurt Jenny, and whoever they were... NNY would find them and kill them...
He would wipe her enemies off the face of the earth. If that's what it took to make her happy.
The sound of her crying had broken his cold, black heart, and it was a miracle that NNY's heart could still break at all.
Had he not achieved coldness after all?
Jenny knew first-hand what it was like to be cold, yet she was one of the kindest, warmest people that NNY had ever known...
And it terrified him to the core.
What the hell had Jenny gone through to become so cold?
NNY knew his own reasons for wanting to achieve coldness, but what had driven Jenny to pursue such a bleak outlook too?
Did she go cold by choice? Or had external forces forced her?
Fuck. That wasn't good. Jenny's heart was too beautiful to be destroyed. Her feelings shouldn't be obliterated; they should be cherished!
NNY didn't care if she had a kill count in the millions, Jenny was not a monster. She was a kind, caring soul...
She was just troubled. That was all.
NNY of all people should understand what it was like to be troubled. They were kindred spirits. A pair of plastic bags drifting in the wind...
Jenny stirred in her sleep and he watched her closely. She whimpered next, and he didn't envy her at all.
The horrors of sleep.
It was the reason NNY abstained from sleep. The very idea of waking up one day and forgetting about his life chilled him to the bone.
There was nothing more terrifying than sleep.
Jenny tossed and turned, wrestling with the imaginary demons of her mind. Then she bolted upright and screamed.
NNY jumped out of the chair, rushing to her bedside immediately. He gripped her shoulders, shaking her awake. "Jenny!"
Her eyes shot open, and then she looked right through him, screaming once again. NNY yelped, jumping back in horror.
Now all he could hear was his raging heart.
Fuck! It was like she possessed.
He didn't know whether to bolt or stay frozen by her side. He was so confused.
NNY wasn't used to dealing with other people's demons. Still... he was prepared to make her demons his own...
They would merge with his demons, and then they would make creepy little demon children together. He didn't care.
Just so long as they left Jenny alone.
He moved to her side again, taking her cheeks in his hands. "Jenny, wake up. It's just me. NNY."
She still panicked, flailing her arms around. So he raised his voice. "Jenny!"
Suddenly, she stopped, and then her eyes retained focus the moment she recognised him.
"NNY...?"
He let go of her cheeks, rather pleased with himself. NNY had just brought someone out of a nightmare...
However, his good mood vanished once he spotted the disoriented expression on her face. She gazed around in confusion, and she didn't seem to recognize her own bedroom.
Her chest heaved as ragged breaths escaped her lungs. Her pink hair lay in wisps about her face as she clutched her blankets.
She wasn't just having a nightmare.
Jenny was reliving a memory...
That would explain the temporary memory loss.
A heavy feeling weighed over NNY next. If only he could suck the darkness from her soul and make it his own.
He was sure he could handle her trauma on top of his own. He would do it, for her...
NNY had been through some messed up shit himself, yet he was prepared to fuck his head up even further. So long as it helped Jenny.
Maybe her bad memories would stabilize his own. Balance them out.
A little outside perspective never hurt anyone.
She peered up with those big, guileless eyes next, shaking her bottom lip. "Where... where am I?"
His face twitched, and then he let out a sigh. "In your bedroom. I brought you in here, remember?"
He did. When she'd finally stopped crying, he helped her to her room so she could get some sleep.
But right now, he was regretting that decision. Her dreams obviously weren't a safe place for her.
NNY approached her gingerly, nestling down on the bed beside her. Even her quilts were decorated with flowers, and she was just so sweet in every way.
His polar opposite.
Yet he knew now that it was all a mere cover-up. Jenny was more like NNY than any of his past love interests had ever been.
So what if she didn't like the same kind of music, movies, clothes, or books?
They were alike in the only ways that mattered.
They understood each other on a spiritual level. In fact, he was starting to wonder if she was his soul mate, but that was going a bit too far.
Soul mates don't exist.
He watched her for a while as she slowly regained her memory, and it finally occurred to him that he was sitting on her bed.
This was where she slept after all, beyond other things...
Also, she was wearing a lace nightie, and the thin material left little to the imagination.
As much as NNY had loved their reckless sex on the hood of his car, he wasn't so eager to explore that part of himself again.
Well, not so soon after the last time.
Besides, now wasn't the time nor place. Jenny was still vulnerable and shaken from her nightmare.
"Are... are you all right?" he asked.
She glanced back up, and the expression in her sad blue eyes broke him yet again.
He wanted to hold her again, yet he was afraid of scaring her. But then a small, shy smile spread across her face, and his heart skipped a beat.
Fuck. What was this feeling? NNY had never felt this way before, and what was happening to him?
"You stayed the whole night..." she remarked.
NNY blinked. He did.
Next, he blushed bright red, looking the other way. " I... didn't want to leave you. Besides... you look pleasant when you sleep, Jenny..."
Now he just sounded like a creep, but he may as well dig the nail in the coffin further. She had already seen the worst parts of him anyway.
So where was the harm in admitting that he liked to watch her sleep?
Her smile grew, and the butterflies flapped in his stomach. She made him feel all warm and fluttery inside, and what was coming over him?
NNY knew happiness. He'd always felt glimpses of it in the past, but this was on a whole other level.
All he knew was that he wanted to kiss her again. Her lips were inviting after all.
She took his hand, and his heart beat faster. "Thank you for staying and watching over me. The city can be a dangerous place after all."
She wasn't wrong. The men were pigs who wouldn't think twice about taking advantage of a sweet girl like her.
Just like the pig from last night.
NNY really had held back with him. There was so much more he wanted to do to that man, but Jenny had talked him out of it in the end.
The way she could break him out of his psychotic episodes truly was astounding.
Where the hell had she been ten months ago when the wall monster was still manipulating him?
Her skills sure would have come in handy.
She leaned closer, and his heart pounded through his skull.
Fuck. Too close. NNY was pretty sure he had morning breath, even though he had stayed awake the whole night.
Jenny, on the other hand, smelled as fresh as a daisy, and how did she manage to be so perfect?
She kissed him gently on the lips, and he noticed how confident she was getting. When he first met her, she wouldn't even look him in the eye.
But now look at her, kissing a literal serial killer...
Well, he guessed that made two of them then.
Jenny deepened the kiss, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, and NNY shivered when her fingers grazed his undercut.
NNY had no idea what to do with his hands. He was too afraid to touch her.
That's when she grabbed his hands, placing them on her narrow waist. The heat of her skin burned like a brand.
Damn. He needed a cold drink of water. Or an ice-cold shower.
NNY had a huge boner right now. One she could probably see through his pants. So he bit down hard on his lip, resisting the urge to fuck her brains out.
It turned out that NNY was a maniac in more ways than one, and apparently, he was quite the psychopath when it came to sex.
But had he always been that way? It was hard to recall his past sexual encounters.
All he knew was that they hadn't survived him.
NNY would tear sweet Jenny apart. She really had no idea what she was getting herself into.
He really had been holding back with her before...
Really, really holding back.
Yet she didn't seem to care. She just continued to guide his hands down her body, and NNY was developing a serious case of blue balls the further his fingers dipped.
He gasped for breath when his hands traced her rounded hips. "F-fuck..."
Jenny stopped. "What's wrong?"
His dick sprung higher, and then he shut his eyes, finding it hard to look at her now. "You... just feel so fucking good..."
She blushed bright pink, and he looked at her incredulously.
What? How the hell can she still be so freaking shy?!
God. How she confused him...
Slowly, she brought his hands back up to her breasts, and NNY froze the moment he felt those hard nipples beneath her nightie.
"J-Jenny... I... I don't think this is a..."
He gasped next when she made him pinch one of her nipples, and then a sound of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Oh, NNY..."
Nope. Too much. He had to stop this madness before it got way out of hand.
She was just making it too goddamn hard though.
He went to move his hands away, but she clutched them tight. "NNY... it's okay. I want you to touch me. It's all I've dreamed about ever since I first laid eyes on you..."
NNY watched her through half-closed eyes. "When you first laid eyes on me?"
Once again, she turned the colour of cotton candy, and NNY's heart thumped in his chest. It appeared she was about to confess to some other dark secret.
"I've... actually been watching you for a while. Way before we met at the CD Cesspool..."
Jenny giggled nervously, and NNY had no idea whether to be flattered or disturbed.
She had been watching him? For how long?! Fuck. How the hell had he not noticed her?
She would be pretty hard to miss.
So he wasn't imagining things after all when he saw her painting downstairs.
NNY was that tiny dark figure...
Jenny was even more disturbed than he was in the end. And yet he still wanted to fuck her brains out.
It was all he could think about now.
She traced his fingers down her body again, and NNY was losing the battle. One way or another, he would be fucking her ten ways before noon...
His fingers grazed her soft thighs, and she yelped when he dug his nails in.
NNY loved it when she made that little sound; he was pretty sure she was making his nose bleed again.
"Your fingers feel so coarse... so rough..." she panted.
His mouth curved at the corners. "Years of wielding knives... helps keep a firm grip..."
Shit. What was he saying?
Jenny bit her plump lip, and she was just taunting him now. His fingers stopped between her thighs, and he widened his eyes when he felt her delicious heat.
NNY gasped for breath as the sweat dripped down his face. Any moment, he would pounce on her.
Any moment.
Carefully, she ran his finger over her cotton panties, and they were completely soaked. NNY shuddered, and then the blood rushed through his head when he felt her sex.
Jenny moaned in pleasure, and the sound brought him back to his senses.
Fuck. What was he doing?
NNY jumped right off the bed, storming toward the door. Jenny stumbled after him, tripping over her bedsheets.
"NNY!"
He stopped at the sound of her voice, his hand hovering over the brass handle of her door.
NNY couldn't move. It was as if her voice had just cast a spell on him. Now he was under her command as he gasped, trying to break free of the curse.
All he wanted to do was rip off her panties with his teeth and then eat her pussy out...
He panted for breath as he pressed his head to the door. Every inch of him was covered in sweat, and it would take him hours to remove her scent from his skin.
No matter what, he had to resist her.
Jenny would not survive if he let the beast out of its cage.
The sound of her soft footfalls reached his ears next. He balled his fists, clenching his teeth.
She stopped behind him, placing a gentle hand on his back, and her touch was like fire.
NNY was going to lose this war. She was just too tempting.
"NNY?" she said, and how he loved the sound of her sweet, dulcet voice.
Jenny stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, and his entire body froze. Then she laid her head against his back, just between his shoulder blades, and that's how they remained.
"It's okay, NNY. Don't be afraid."
He almost scoffed. Did she really think that he was afraid of her?
No. He was afraid of what he would do to her if he lost control.
She giggled. "I can hear your heart beating..."
NNY opened his eyes. She could? He thought that thing died long ago.
She laughed again, and he could feel his resolve slowly melting. Sooner or later, NNY would cave.
Jenny was just too precious.
"Won't you come back to bed?"
He shook his head. "I... I can't..."
"Why?"
He didn't reply. Sweat continued to drip from his face, and he was self-conscious of his BO.
She hugged him tighter, clasping her hands below his chest. She really put him in a delicate spot, and it triggered his fight-or-flight response.
Normally, NNY would choose to fight, but he was trying to avoid hurting her as much as possible.
"I'm just as scared as you are, NNY, but I completely trust you. I know you won't hurt me. And even if you did... I'm sure I would enjoy it..."
His eyes popped. What in the...? Did she...?
Ah, to hell with it.
He spun around, scooping her up as he rushed her toward the bed. He threw her down, trapping her in place with his body.
Her chest heaved as she licked her lips, and NNY tracked the movement with his eyes.
He wanted to suck on that pink tongue...
Despite his better judgment, he leaned forward, sucking the very darkness from her soul.
She tasted fucking amazing
Jenny melted under NNY's kiss as he purified her soul.
It was like he was sucking the darkness from her body, letting it poison his veins, and she'd never felt so whole.
All her fears dissipated with a single kiss, and now the world had become a bright, sunny place.
NNY was her miracle, and she never wanted to part from his lips ever again.
He paused, his eyes wild and manic as they zeroed in on her like a predator. Her heart thumped, and she swore he could see it beating beneath her ribs.
Was he thinking about gouging her heart out of her chest? The very thought thrilled her.
What was coming over her? She shouldn't be so aroused by the idea of NNY scooping her organs out.
Maybe the doctors were right about her: maybe Jenny really was crazy...
Well, to heck with those doctors. They were all gone now, anyway.
NNY's eyes flashed, exposing his sclera. Then he bared his teeth, resembling a skeleton.
Jenny loved that skeleton smile...
"Are you sure about this, Jenny? You're trudging down a dangerous path. You may not come out alive. After all, I make no guarantees about your safety..."
Her chest heaved as her nipples hardened beneath her nightie. NNY's pupils widened the moment he spotted them, and then a low sound rumbled in his throat.
"I... I told you..." she breathed. "I'm not afraid..."
A white light flashed through his eyes. Then his skeleton smile stretched to his ears. "So be it."
He squeezed her wrists, pressing her down into the mattress, and she was about to go under...
No going back.
NNY's darkness coiled her like a snake, one that stole the very essence from her lungs, and soon she was completely consumed.
He withdrew his knife, flipping it around in his fingers. Then he thrust it toward her chest.
She yelped, waiting for the lethal blow. Yet instead of stabbing her, he tore away her nightdress, splitting it down the middle.
The frayed, flimsy material fell to the sides, exposing her breasts. Her skin pricked with goose flesh.
Jenny was trapped with nowhere to go now. A literal maniac had her arms and legs pinned to the bed, and she really was in danger. He even placed his knees over her thighs, making her escape impossible, and she had never felt so helpless.
NNY pulled out some rope, tying her hands to the bedrail, and she squeaked in fright. Yet she couldn't deny that she was aroused.
What would he pull out of his sleeve next?
He was like a magician.
Jenny was completely delirious. The blood rushed through her head as her panties were soaked right through.
What would he do to her?
A dangerous light flashed through his eyes again. Then a raspy laugh sounded in his chest, and he was totally insane.
A creature of nightmares.
Maybe she really wouldn't survive.
A blindfold materialized in his hand as he fastened it around her eyes, stealing her vision. Now all her senses came to life.
She felt the bedsheets rubbing beneath her skin, and the cool of NNY's breath as he whispered, "Ready, Jenny...?"
Her heart beat against her ribs. Then she wet her lips, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Y-yes..."
A pause from him. "Very well."
All was quiet. All except for the painful beating of her heart.
Her mouth opened with a gasp once he pressed the cold tip of his knife between her breasts.
Sweat beaded along her top lip as her fear spiked through her veins, sending her mind into a spiral.
Her muscles bunched, lights dancing at the corners of her eyes as he pricked her naked flesh with his cold knife.
NNY stroked the knife down the valley of her breasts, grazing her skin ever so slightly. He brushed it down the groove of her abdomen, and she mewled in pleasure.
Her sex pulsed, her toes curling in sweet anticipation as he continued his cruel path down her body.
He arrived at her entrance, and she flinched when she heard the sound of fabric tearing.
NNY tore off her panties...
He tossed them aside with his knife, and if only she could see his face right now as he gazed upon her sex.
It thumped like a second heartbeat, and she had never felt so exposed.
She truly was vulnerable now.
Her hair stood on end when she heard the sharp intake of his breath. "S-sweet fuck... Jenny... you... you're fucking beautiful... shit! I... I have to..."
NNY dropped his knife, and then she heard the distinct sound of his zipper.
Her heart skipped a beat.
NNY was touching himself at the sight of her...
He grunted and gasped as he moved his hand up and down his length, and she wished she could help him.
Yet she was all tied up.
Keeping one hand on his length, he grabbed his knife again, pressing the flat of the blade against her pussy.
A strangled sound escaped his lips. "You're fogging up my knife... Nnngh..."
Jenny panted like a bitch in heat, stars bursting in the corners of her eyes. "NNY, p-please..."
NNY flipped the blade around, thrusting the handle deep inside her pussy.
The thick handle stretched her out, sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. Its rubber grip scraped her walls, spreading fire throughout her veins, and the tension was too much.
NNY teased her with the knife, dragging it in and out over and over as he pushed her to the edge.
"You... you have a knife inside you, Jenny. I'm fucking you with steel!"
He broke off into a fit of psychotic laughter, and he truly was a psychopath.
Jenny twisted in her restraints, her body trembling from head to toe. That glorious peak was just in sight.
Yet she needed NNY to get her there faster.
"NNY, please! J-just..."
He stopped laughing like a madman next as he finally crashed back to earth, and what reality had he vanished into that time?
"Oh... right..."
NNY slipped a finger beneath the hood of her pussy, and her whole body burst to life when he found her clitoris.
"Oh... yes, yes!"
He circled her clit, rubbing and pinching the swollen nub as he helped her reach her destination.
The blood rushed through her ears, her pink hair sticking to her face as he rubbed and squeezed.
Then he pushed the knife in just a little bit further...
Her world turned white as she arched her spine, screaming his name. Scorching waves rushed through her body, blinding her senses, and it felt like she was on fire.
Yet he wasn't done. Not just yet.
NNY dragged the knife back out slowly, and another orgasm chased the heels of the last.
Her screams of pleasure bounced off the walls, and she was pretty sure the earth shook. Jenny was in pure ecstasy right now, and she never wanted it to stop.
NNY gave a sharp grunt, and Jenny gasped as a string of warm liquid squirted her breasts.
He just came all over her. His dark seed dripped between her breasts, and she'd never felt so dirty.
One day, she was going to taste that dark seed...
She crashed back down to earth, gasping for breath. Her mind was still reeling from her multiple orgasms.
NNY was silent, and she lifted her head, trying to see him through the blind.
"NNY...?"
Slowly, he pulled the knife out of her, and her body shivered when it scrapped her walls. Then the mattress shifted beside her, and it appeared he had joined her on the bed.
He reached across to pull off her blindfold, and now they lay in silence.
Jenny was the first to speak. "That... that was..."
"Fucking incredible," NNY finished for her. "Who knew there were so many ways you could use a knife..."
She giggled, and he turned his head to look at her.
His eyes were completely black, and they had never looked so big before.
NNY looked adorable.
Jenny smiled. "Well, you're very creative, NNY..."
He blinked. Then he glanced the other way, a blush colouring his cheeks.
Her grin widened. "Wait... are you blushing?"
"N-no..." He sighed. "Let's get you out of those restraints."
NNY sat up to untie the rope from her wrists, and Jenny gushed. "Oh, you're so cute! There's nothing to be embarrassed about. What you just did was amazing, NNY..."
He chuckled nervously. "You're too kind, Jenny. But... you don't have to make me feel better. I know I'm a psychopath..."
Finally, he set her wrists free, and she glanced down at her naked breasts. She was in serious need of a shower.
Jenny rose from the bed, padding across her room buck naked. She turned back to NNY. "I'm going for a shower. Would you like to join me?"
She sounded so sexy as she batted her eyelashes, and she hoped NNY thought the same thing too.
Apparently, he did, because he had a massive hard-on right now.
He avoided looking at her, and it appeared he was still ashamed about giving her the best orgasms of her life.
Jenny moved closer, taking his hand, and he looked at her in surprise.
"You really want me in the shower with you?"
She smiled brightly. "Of course."
He bit his lip, unsure. Then he accidentally looked at her naked breasts and cursed. "Shit... f-fine... I guess it's the least I can do. I was the one who got you so dirty in the first place..."
A nervous titter escaped him. Then he gulped, and there was no missing the shine of his upper lip.
Jenny tugged him toward her bathroom, dragging him inside the tiny glass cubicle as she switched on the jets. Then she threw her arms around his neck, taking him by surprise, and now they kissed beneath the steaming water.
It was the best shower Jenny had ever had.
A/N: no comment. Just enjoy this fic for what it is.