#vamp!eddie

[succubusmunson]

Blood Sport

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: No matter how fast you run or how good you hide, Eddie will always find you and claim you as his prize.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kas/vamp!eddie, reader being hunted, cnc, eddie calling reader bunny, pet names, name calling, blood, blood consumption, lord of biting, teasing, begging, mocking, spanking, face and pussy slapping, oral (f and m receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering, panties used as gag, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 5.5K

(i hope y’all enjoy this wild ride!)

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Your bare feet mushed into the muddy ground below you, adrenaline shooting through you and taking full control of your body. You had no clue where you were going, just anywhere to get away from him.

He had whispered the word run in your ears, and you took off and never looked back like your life had depended on it. Soon enough, he’ll be after you, tracking you like some wild animal.

The forest may have been huge, but at this moment, it’s never felt so small. There weren't many places to hide, trees only covering you so much, and no sheds to bunker down in. He would find you eventually, taking you as his prize. Even during the thick night air, he could still see your form running from him. The hunt of it all was the best part, the anticipation of when you would get caught made you run a little slower.

Eddie gave you a head start, even though he always seemed to catch up no matter how far ahead of him you were. You could be seconds or minutes away, and before you knew it, it would be right behind you, taunting you.

You could hear him now, his heavy boots stomping closer and closer to you.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, bunny.” His voice dripped with lust and need. The deepness of his voice had goosebumps forming over your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. If he caught you, the game would be over. You’d be his prize, and he would take you however he wanted, wherever he wanted. “You can’t hide forever, not when I can smell you.” 

And he was right. You were sweaty, sure to have blood scratches from thorn bushes, and soaked from the muggy air. He could smell you no matter how far you got. Your scent always lingered, keeping you close. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your lungs burned from running, but you couldn’t stop now. Just a little longer, and you could rest, let your body relax for just a moment.

“Why don’t you be nice and come out to play?” You hid behind a tree, hoping to be out of his view completely. 

You held a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress how noisy your deep breaths of air were. 

The fallen branches from trees crunched under his feet; the moon illuminated his giant shadow. Eddie was close, but you had the chance to get away, to slip out from underneath him.

He came face to face with you, his eyes red and his fangs shining in the moonlight. “Gotcha!” 

You took off running, slipping on the wet ground below you. He had caught you too soon, but you still had a lot of fight left in you. 

“Get back here, bunny!” Eddie’s voice boomed over the window and night animals. You almost stopped dead in your tracks, but you couldn’t give up that easily. 

You ducked behind a bush, looking through the twigs to try and see how close he was to you. Now that you got to rest for a quick minute is when you realize just how much your feet and legs hurt. Your breaths were coming out in fast pants. Maybe you didn’t have as much fight as you thought you did. 

Eddie was nowhere in your line of sight, and you thought that maybe he had taken off in another direction. That was until you felt a hot breath fan over your ear and a deep chuckle. 

“You think you can get away from me that easily?” His big arms wrapped around you, pulling you off from the ground. You wailed, threw punches against his chest, anything to get away though the punches did nothing, didn’t stir him one bit. 

He covered your mouth and slammed the front of you against a tree, the bark pinching and scraping at your face. “Naughty little thing, running from me like that.”

“P-please…” you looked to the side at him, your voice muffled, your eyes big, round, and full of innocence. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Eddie runs the tip of his nose up the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent more. “Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I can smell just how soaked you really are.” He bunches your dress around your waist, his cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin of your thighs, and pulls your flimsy panties to the side. The crisp night air hits your exposed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. “Bet my cock would slide so easily into your pretty, little cunt, yeah?”

Your blood was coursing through your veins, and Eddie could hear it. He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, debating on taking a bite. One small bite couldn’t hurt, could it? 

Without a second thought, Eddie sunk his teeth into your neck. He sucked, just enough to get the smallest test of your sweet, crimson blood. Another small bite here, another small bite there, nothing too serious to hurt you. He let out a long, low groan that vibrated his chest.

Your blood trickled down your neck as you moaned and whimpered. This shouldn’t be feeling as good as it did. Eddie licked up the small amount of blood, making sure to get every last drop, his tongue pressed against your skin. The pain mixed with pleasure made your cunt drip, your thighs becoming stickier than before. 

That didn’t go unnoticed either, Eddie catching on quickly. One of his thick fingers dipped inside your cunt before quickly slipping out. “Just as I thought, you love the pain.”

When you looked at him, you noticed his stained teeth and lips, your blood dripping from them, making them all shiny. 

You whined and closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than him. Eddie was giving in to what your body needed, what it craved. Your body was betraying you. This isn’t what you wanted, or was it? The smallest touch of his fingers had your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled and pumped full of cum.

“Oh, so you wanna be full of cum?” Eddie’s nails raked up and down your thigh, taking his finger and barely rubbing against your swollen clit.

You gasped, digging your fingers into the tree you were pushed up against. “N-no. I just…” 

“N-No? You sound so pathetic, bunny.” He mocked your whines with a smirk. “Just say you do. There’s no denying just how bad you want me when your cunt is dripping for me.”

You tried to shake your head, but he pressed it more into the tree. “Let me go, please.” Tears welled in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. You know that just makes me wanna fuck you more,” Eddie pressed his body into yours, his hard, clothed cock against your bare ass. You could feel it throb against you, your body instinctively grinding against him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, and you’re going to take it all.”

Shaking your head, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Eddie had super strength; you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck, and you had to give in and let him do whatever was on his dark mind.

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was weak, strained. 

You watched as he retracted his large hand before coming back down with a hard spank on your ass. Your skin jiggled, your mouth falling agape. “Speak up.” 

“Y-yes! Yes, sir.” 

“Shit, you’re already following rules so easily.” Eddie finally let up, pulling your body away from the tree. He spun you around so that now you were facing his tall form. “On your knees, pretty girl.” 

He didn’t give you time to act, putting his hand on the top of your head and pushing you down. You quickly fell to your knees, the leaves crunching under them. 

With shaky hands, you reached up for his belt, slowly undoing it. Eddie watched you with his dark eyes. Seeing how nervous you were only made him harder, his cock twitching in his jeans.

You ran your hand over the prominent bulge, dragging your nails across it. Eddie took a deep inhale, his chest heaving. It was taking everything out of him not to rush you, but he wanted to take his time with you and let it all linger.

Your hands worked on the zipper and button next. The pounding in your heart was harder, faster. His cock was so close to being down your throat, and your mouth watered for it.

Slowly, you pulled down his pants, taking his boxers with them, just enough for his cock and balls to hang out. His cock sprang forward, tip an angry red and leaking with precum. You watched as he spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock. The precum kept bubbling out his slit, dribbling down his knuckles as he pumped his cock with his hand, the schlick sound becoming louder.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along your lips, smearing the precum. “You take too fucking long.” He nudged his cock past your lips, rubbing it along your waiting tongue. 

You whined as he shoved his cock in your mouth, your tongue gliding along the thick vein that rested on the underside. The salty taste of his precum flooded your taste buds. 

“Shh, shh,” he ran a soothing thumb down your cheek before holding your head in place. “You just sit there and look pretty while I fuck your face, okay?”

Before you knew it, his cock was fully seated in your throat, and you were gagging around it, spit blubbering out the corners of your mouth. More tears spilled down your cheeks, coating them in smeared mascara. 

“Fuuuck- such a good mouth, just had to put it to use.” Eddie slowly thrust his hips back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the tip gliding across your tongue. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like my own personal fleshlight?”

You tried to answer, opening your mouth wider, but all that came out were whines and gags. Tears kept falling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek. Eddie’s cock was making your throat raw, and you could already feel the burn that would surely linger there for days to come. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was already a bruise forming. 

“What was that?” He guided your head down his cock, your nose now pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of his cock and his balls wetly pressed against your chin. “Shit- Couldn’t hear you with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he held you in place, letting his cock drag in and out of your mouth. Your gags and the soft squelch of your throat contracting around him echoed into the night. Nothing would ever feel as good as your pussy, but this was a close second for him. 

Your nails dug into his clothed thigh, inaudibly begging for some air. When Eddie pulled your mouth off his cock, salvia strung from your lips to the tip, mixing perfectly with his precum. 

Eddie ran a hand down your cheeks, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. You looked so pretty when you cried for him, whether it was from all his teasing or his cock being shoved into one of your holes. He loved to see you cry for him.

Deep breaths filled your lungs, and you sighed at the bit of relief you felt. The relief didn’t last long, though. Eddie was guiding your face toward his cum filled balls, dragging them over your lips. 

“Open up for me, baby. J-just like that.” Eddie had to brace a hand against the tree when you took the heavy sack into your warm mouth, rolling your wet tongue over the velvety skin. He could’ve cum right then and there. “You’re doing such a good job for me, yeah? Just a good little slut for me to use.”

You moaned around his balls in appreciation before sucking them into your mouth. Your tongue cradled them as you slobbered, your spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest. 

Pulling back, you let his balls fall from your mouth long enough to spit on them. You reached up and cradled them in your hand for a moment, rolling them around your fingers before you sucked them back into your mouth. The whole time, your eyes never left Eddie’s. You wanted him to see you, watch you. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you.” Eddie took his spit-covered cock in his hand, slowly stroking it over your face. He ground his hips against you, the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against your forehead, precum bubbling out of the slit and into your hair. “Gonna make me fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours, bunny.”

His balls fell deeper into your mouth, your throat gargling around them. That was the moment that he lost control. 

Eddie pulled your head away and looked down at your swollen lips, tongue out, ready to catch every drop and tear-stained face. He squeezed at the tip of his cock before throwing his head back with a sharp inhale. Cum shot from the slit. His hips stuttered as his hand shook, “shit, shit!”

Your tongue caught what it could, not swallowing until Eddie could see what a good job you did. The rest hit your face, covering your chin and cheeks. 

He slowly looked back down at you, a proud smile on his face. “Swallow. All of it.”

You downed every drop, making a show of it and licking your lips once you were done. 

“Let’s clean you up.” Eddie collected what had fallen on your face with his rough fingers before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked them clean, making sure nothing went to waste. 

“What do you say?” 

“T-thank you, sir.” You shyly looked up at him. You’d do anything to please him.

He shoved his still-hard cock back into its confines before shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the ground beside you. You caught on to what he was wanting and laid down on his jacket, your legs bent at the knees. 

“Don’t even have to tell you what I want anymore,” he lay on the ground, his face right next to your aching cunt. “She’s ready for anything, isn’t she?” 

You felt Eddie slowly drug your panties down your legs. Once they were completely off, you closed your legs back, sitting up on your elbows. “Wait, wait.” 

Eddie jumbled up your panties and reached an arm up to shove them in your mouth. “Sometimes you talk too damn much.” The same arm that shoved the panties in your mouth also shoved you back down to his jacket, forcing you still. 

To take extra measure, he grabbed both of your wrists and held them in his rough, strong hand. He was making sure that you could get away or take your panties out of your mouth. 

You had no protest at all because once your back hit the jacket, Eddie had your legs gripped tightly in his hands, the air from his lungs blowing against your swollen clit.

“Mmm- mmm,” you tried to moan, but the sounds were completely muffled by your panties.

“Just relax,” he bit at your thighs, switching back and forth between them. You could feel the blood trickle down to the ground below you, but not before Eddie was licking it up. He let the blood linger on his tongue, savoring just how good you tasted before swallowing it. “As much as I’d love to drain you dry, I’d much rather keep you alive, so I slowly drink from you.”

All you could do was whine and dig your fingers into the palm of your hands. He had barely touched you, and you were already silently begging for more. Every part of you ached for some kind of friction, a touch, a rub, anything at this point.

Eddie watched as you clenched around nothing, looking for him to touch you. He thought it was cute how much your body wanted him. 

Just as you were about to beg (as much as you could with your panties in your mouth), Eddie licked a long strip up your cunt, from your needy hole to your clit. Your head fell back against his jacket as you let out a deep exhale. 

“Can’t get enough of that taste,” again and again, he licked at your clit, just enough pressure to have you whining. “You want more, huh?”

God, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs how much you needed more. 

“Oh, that’s right,” he kissed around your clit, smirking against you when you let out a frustrated huff. “You can’t talk.”

Deciding that you had enough teasing for now, Eddie finally wrapped his plump lips around your clit. A deep moan was pulled from you, and your eyes rolled back at the pleasure you were finally able to feel. 

Your nails dig deeper into your hands the more he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing it, making you arch your back. The palms of your hands were sure to be bright red tomorrow. You wish you could moan louder, let him hear just how he was making you feel, but he knew. Your cunt was soaked, dripping on his jacket below. It was so easy for him to see how good you were feeling. 

“Every part of you tastes so fucking amazing.” Lick, lick, lick. “Your cunt, your ass, your blood.” He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart, licking his lips when your slick strung between them.

Eddie dove back, licking all over your cunt, soaking his face in you. Your muffled moans grew louder with each lick and suck. Somehow, you were already close, and Eddie knew, could feel it in the throb of your clit. That only egged him on more. 

He slid his tongue into your beckoning cunt, making sure to swirl it around. Your chest heaved, and the pounding in your heart felt harder. Eddie moaning against you didn’t help at all—the vibrations making your head spin in the best way. 

Eddie's skilled tongue was making sure you were going to cum on his face, licking deeper than you ever thought possible and fucking in and out of you so fast that you you couldn’t focus on anything. His nose nudged at your clit and it was taking everything out of you not to rip your hands from his and pull on his hair.

Your thighs had started to shake, and he let your hands go. He used both hands to run up the back of the thighs before bending your knees into your chest, giving him more room to do whatever he wanted to your cunt. 

Eddie dipped his tongue lower, circling it around your puckered hole. Your hole clenched around his tongue, wanting him to go deeper. You screamed around your panties as the tip of his tongue dipped inside you over and over again. 

Shaky fingers raked through his hair before pulling, trying to get him as close to you as possible.

Eddie licked back and forth between your cunt and ass before he took your clit back into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. His eyes never left yours, even when your cunt was in your mouth. He wanted to see you come undone on his face. 

One more hard suck at your clit was all it took before you were cumming all over his face. Your cries were muffled, your legs shaking in Eddie’s hand. You couldn’t focus on anything other than your orgasm running through your body, making each hair stand up and your back arch so far off the jacket below you that you could almost reach the night sky. 

“Mmmmph!” Your hips ground against Eddie's face as you kept cumming, and he didn’t stop, even once you were finished. Your whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way.

Eddie groaned loudly against your cunt. The feeling of your cum against his tongue and face was enough to have his cock twitching in his pants, making a mess of them.

You ripped your panties from your mouth and threw them somewhere behind you, not caring where they ended up. “E-Eddie!” 

He pulled away, the moon making your cum shine on his face. “Sound like an angel when you say my name.” His fingers circled your cunt, making you gasp. You were already so sensitive from one orgasm, but you knew he was just getting started. “Too bad you’re nothing but a needy slut.”

Eddie’s hand left your cunt, reaching up to the top of your dress, it now bunched around your belly and pulled it down enough so that your tits fell out. Your nipples immediately hardened, the cold air making them stiff. 

“Look so good like this,” he slowly kissed up your body, making sure to bite every so often. Eddie stopped at your hips, biting at each one until he was sure they’d stung.

Once Eddie had kissed his way to your chest, he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue softly around it. His fingers squeezed and pulled at the other nipple, pulling the cutest whimpers from you. 

You bit your lip when you felt his teeth dig into your nipple and pull on it before letting it go. “Feels so good.”

“Of course it does.” He forced your legs back open with his hand, sliding his fingers through your sticky pussy lips. You gasped, grabbing ahold of his wrist. “Awe, you wanna cum again?”

You nodded your head quickly, barely letting him finish his question. “Yes, I wanna cum as many times as you’ll let me.” 

“How cute.” Slap! Your cunt stung, his rings catching against your clit, and you tried to close your legs, but Eddie was much stronger than you. Slap! “Beg for it.”

“Fucking- Eddie, please! I’ll do-

Slap! Slap! Slap! “I don’t wanna hear how you do anything I’ll say. Think of something better.”

More tears flowed down your cheek for another time tonight as you tried to think of the words to stay. You didn’t know what to say, you just knew you wanted to cum again, and you were getting impatient.

“Just- please! I’ll be such a good slut for you, and I promise to let you do whatever you want to me. Just let me cum again.” 

“Now, was that so hard?” Eddie finally slid his fingers into your waiting cunt, and you immediately clenched around them.

“Thank you, thank you.” You spread your legs further, making it easier for him to slot himself back between them. 

His fingers curled right against your g-spot, and you could already feel your second orgasm fast approaching. “You’re about to cum this quick?” Eddie tutted at you, curling his fingers over and over again. “Better hold it in.”

“I-I can't, I can't!” You shook your head, your toes already curling. 

With a heavy hand, Eddie smacked each of your thighs, immediately causing them to burn in such a blissful way. “You can and you will.”

Eddie knew how badly you wanted to cum, and he also knew how to skillfully use his fingers to edge you and make you hold it in. You were sure that if you didn’t listen, the inevitable would happen, and you wouldn’t cum again. 

“Now, are you gonna listen and hold it in? Or do I have to stop touching you all together?” His fingers slowed down as he waited for you to answer. 

“I’ll hold it in!” You grit your teeth, trying to find a distraction while Eddie toys with your sopping-wet cunt. 

You could hear how wet you were, your pussy squelching around Eddie’s fingers the more they pumped in and out of you. His pace was slow, making sure to drag at the pleasure, helping you hold your orgasm at bay as long as you could. 

“Whose pussy is this, huh?” Eddie had moved so his whole body weight was pressed into you, his forehead resting against yours. “I wanna hear you fucking say it.”

“Y-yours.” Your voice was weak as you stumbled on the words, finding it hard to focus when his fingers felt so good. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up, bunny.” He pulled his fingers out of your cunt long enough to slap your cunt again. You were sure that it was going to be bruised in the morning.

“Yours! It’s your fucking pussy, sir- oh my god!” You were so sensitive, so needy that you almost came right then and there. 

Easily, his fingers slid back into you, your eyes rolling back. You clenched around them, your orgasm fast approaching again. “Eddie…”

As soon as he felt you were about to cum again, he pulled his fingers out. You watched as they dripped in your juices, hitting your thigh. 

“Open up for me,” Eddie traced his wet fingers against your soft lips, waiting patiently. He dragged his fingers across your tongue, making you clean up the mess you made on them. “Don’t you taste so good?”

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around them. Your doe eyes looked up at him as they silently begged him to fill you up again with his fingers, giving you a chance to cum.

“How can I say no to those beautiful eyes?” Eddie’s fingers trailed down your body, tracing over your nipples before dipping lower and lower. They ghosted over your clit, rubbing just enough for you to feel something. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes- oh fuck.” He caught you off guard, sliding in three thick fingers and filling you up just like you wanted. Your cunt sucked in his fingers, tightening round them. “R-right there.”

The pads of his fingers rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “Right here?” Teasingly, he grazed his fingers over the spot again, and you couldn’t hang on any longer. 

You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that this one was coming fast. There was no stopping it this time. 

Your legs clamped around his arm as you heard yourself cum before you felt it. You gushed around his hand, soaking everything below you and Eddie in the process. You bit at your lip so hard you could taste blood. “Fuck- Eddie!” 

His name left your mouth like a repeated prayer, his fingers not stopping until you felt your juices drip down the crack of your ass. 

“Shit, look at the mess you made.” Eddie pulled his fingers from your overly sensitive cunt, watching as they dripped more than they did before. The sheen of your cum shined brightly in the moonlight.

You watched with bright eyes as he pulled out his cock and balls again, it still leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight before you. 

One of Eddie’s hands ran up your body, stopping to tightly wrap his fingers around your neck. “You know you made me cum in my pants while I was eating you out?” His other hand grabbed the base of your cock, dragging in through your wet folds. “Now it’s my turn to cum and fill up your pussy just like you wanted.” 

You whimpered at his words, reaching down to spread your pussy lips apart as the tip of his cock caught on your clit. “God, yes, I've been needing it so bad.” 

“Is that so?” Eddie barely slid the tip in, but it was enough for the both of you to moan in unison. “Will never get over how tight your pussy is, bunny.” 

The hand wrapped around your throat had you gasping for air, but you just smirked. “Please, fuck me.” 

“You want to be filled with my cum that bad?” Eddie grabbed hold of your hip, lifting you off his jacket so you were resting in his lap. “Work for it.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words as you slowly started to grind your hips against his. Your body weight was on your hands as you used them for leverage. 

His cock moved slowly in and out of you, Eddie’s eyes never leaving where the two of you were connected. “Look how good you take my cock.”

Eddie helped you and guided your hips back and forth, his jeans roughly rubbing against your ass. “Can’t give everything to you easily, can I?”

Your head rolled back as you whined out for him. The slow drag of his cock was just enough to set your body on fire. “A-am I doing good for you, sir?”

“Doing so good, just keep doing that, sweetheart.” His hand tightened around your neck as you gasped for air, your hips still grinding against him. “Just taking what you want from me, aren’t you, slut?”

“F-fuck, uhuh!” The burning in your hips started, but that didn’t stop you. The squeeze of his hand around your neck and the throbbing of his cock inside of you egged you on. “Oh my god!”

“Pussy was made for my fucking cock.” Eddie spat on your cunt, his thumb rubbing it along your clit. “Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

His thumb kept rubbing at your clit as your cunt ground back and forth along his cock. You’d leave only the tip in before slamming down on the rest of his cock. The two of you groaned and moaned in unison, both close to cumming. 

Your tits bounced with the grind of your hips, Eddie’s eyes transfixed on them as if you had him in some sort of spell. 

“You’re a fucking goddess.” His eyes trailed up your neck, stopping to look and admire your face. Your lips were plump from all the biting, sweat beading on your forehead. “You look so good when you're fucked out, drunk on my cock.”

You couldn’t say anything, words completely leaving you. Your mind was complete mush, his cock the only thing on it. At this point, you’d say anything to him just to cum. 

Eddie’s hand let go of your neck to slap your face, bringing you back to him. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?” His smirk is brighter than it has been before. 

“Y-yes,” you ground your hips faster, chasing your release. “Your cock feels so good!” 

Both of his hands pinned your hips back to the ground, pulling out. You whined but quickly shut up when he slammed back into your cunt. Your whines now turn into pleasurable screams.

“I can’t take it anymore.” His hips crash into yours at a bruising pace, his balls wetly hitting against your ass. “I got fucking cum.”

You arched your back, grabbing his hands and squeezing them as you kept screaming. “Please turn me, Eddie- please!”

Eddie looked down at you, his cock bulging in your belly with each thrust. Your words replayed over and over in his head, the thought making his cock throb hard inside you. “Bunny- Shit! Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Give it to me, Eddie.” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Need you to cum inside me, fill me up until it's dripping out.”

His eyes got darker as he leaned down, attaching his lips to your neck. What started as sloppy kisses turned into a hard bite. His teeth puncture your sweaty skin, your blood seeping into his mouth. 

Your toes curled, and you pulled on his hair, the bite being enough to make you cum so hard your body convulses. You couldn’t see anything, your vision going totally white. “I-oh, my god! Oh my fuck- Eddie!”

Eddie groaned loudly against your skin as he finally pulled his teeth from the two holes that adorned your neck. The taste of your blood, the clenching of your cunt as you came around his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. You can feel his hard pants against your neck and his cock cumming inside you with a twitch.

He whispered your name as he kept cumming, spilling everything he had inside you. “That’s it, take it fucking all.” 

Your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

The only thing heard over the animals in the night was heavy breathing, the two of you spent. 

Your body felt sore, weak, and used by the time Eddie had pulled out of you, causing you to wince at the sensation. You couldn’t see him, too tired to open your eyes, but you could hear him move around you, fixing your dress so it sat just right and picking you up so he could cradle you into his arms. 

You felt weak, the bite on your neck stinging more than it had before. 

“I promise that you’ll feel better in the morning,” Eddie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. The total opposite of how he was just acting with his cock inside you. “Just rest for now.”

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[bisexual-cryptid]

vampire!eddie + textposts (pt ?)

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[patchworkgargoyle]

🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art to come by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection Rating: E || Words: ~45k || CW: graphic depictions of violence, blood drinking || Full tag list on ao3! || Posting: weekly Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio Holy shit, it's finally here. I'm not panicking, are you panicking!? I should've announced this sooner but hey, it is what it is!

Summary

Steve and Robin are called away from a party by The Party, after finding a beheaded werewolf in the woods. Not only is Steve a werewolf himself, but he's a Hunter too--part of a lineage of monster hunters trying to keep the natural safe from the supernatural, and in the midst of investigating this murder he finds evidence that points him towards Eddie Munson, recent high school drop out and resident drug dealer. But evidence isn't everything.

Chapters 1 & 2 will be posted around noon PT tomorrow, January 6th!! But in the meantime, here's a snippet...

By the shed, though, two figures caught Steve's eye. A girl with a high, bouncy, blonde ponytail and Carver's letterman – Chrissy Cunningham. He often wondered why such a sweet girl was with Jason, she was always friendly with the basketball team and managed Jason's mood swings with ease, not that she should've had to. But beside her, half hidden in shadow, stood her total opposite.

Eddie Munson flicked the ash from his joint and laughed at something Chrissy said while he leaned against the metal shed with her. The distant fire caught, just barely, on the shine of his dark eyes and the curls of his hair. Steve wondered how he wasn't cold. Chrissy clutched her jacket close while Eddie's leather jacket and denim vest fell open to the cold autumn air, revealing some tee for a band Steve didn't know. He hadn't seen Eddie around since midway through his own senior year, Eddie's second attempt. But he hadn't come back to school after winter break.

The rumour mill churned out every kind of story about it – that he'd dropped out or gotten sick, or he'd died, or he stole a car and ran to the coast (whichever one seemed more dramatic). Seeing him here at Penny's party was surprising, either way. Must be back to dealing.

Steve's gaze lingered. He looked pale, but… good, smiling fondly at Chrissy as she kept speaking, something about the newest cheerleader. He had a dimple in his left cheek when he grinned, just above some intense scarring on his jaw Steve didn’t remember from school, but there was something with his teeth– 

Eddie's eyes flicked up, and met Steve's instantly. Something swooped low in his gut, he couldn't name it but it made his heart kick up a couple beats faster. Adrenaline? No. All the warmth in Eddie's face faded as soon as he saw Steve staring, chased away by a hard, emotionless expression. Catching on quickly, Chrissy glanced back at Steve, then to Eddie again, leaning in to whisper. Eddie kept staring back at Steve, who couldn't look away. He felt pinned, his cigarette turning to ash, and Steve thought that maybe he shouldn't look away, like this was some kind of battle of wills. Robin would mock him for trying to be macho, but he couldn't help it. Didn't want to.

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[kwistowee]

VAMP!EDDIE BY KILZOLGA ON INSTAGRAM JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS

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[blueywrites]

Hey love!! So proud of you for one thousand followers!! You deserve that and all the more, you with your big, beautiful writer brain. 🥰

For your celebration, I’m going to go with Smut, Steddie x Reader and my three words will be Vampire, Mocking and Untouched.

So excited to see/read your little blurbs!! 🎉✨

we bite

prompt: smut, steddie x fem!reader, vampire, mocking, and untouched.

thank you for your ask and all of your support as always, dear Lunie! 🌙

tags: 18+. smut, mockery, degradation, dehumanization, demeaning names (slut, worm, blood bag), blood kink, biting, feeding, vamp!Eddie, vamp!Reader

Bluey's Bird Blurbs 1k Celebration | blurb one: we bite (2.2k)

They always end up undressed, splayed across the black sheets and velvet duvet of the bed you and Eddie share. Once you both had discovered that humiliation added a little fizz to the flavor of their blood, an acidic tang not unlike the juice of a citrus fruit, it became part of your feeding repertoire to strip your food bare until their softest parts are exposed to your eyes and teeth. Often, all you need to do is graze a fang along the seam of their thigh or the thin, tender flesh of their groin— not even breaking skin, not yet— to have that fizz spilling into their blood for your partner to enjoy. 

Shame, humiliation, guilt: those are Eddie’s favorite flavors on his humans. Yours is pleasure.

Quite lucky for you to have found both in this one tonight.

Contentment curls in your chest as you listen to the sonorous sound of Eddie’s rumbling growls, the messy slurp and suck as he feeds on the man between you. You’d be down low still, perhaps dragging a sharp nail against his sack to amuse yourself with how it jumps up towards his body to get away from you, but it had taken barely any time at all for shame to spill tangy into his blood. Plus, he has such pretty hair— chestnut-brown, thick and clean, smelling of honey and expensive vanilla. And you quite enjoy sucking on his earlobe; it’s tender, soft and pliant. The way he stops breathing— the way his broad chest just freezes mid-gasp— each time you take the lobe lightly between your sharp teeth, and he can feel just how easily you could tear it from his head, is almost as amusing as playing with his balls.

Your eyes are closed now as you wait for your turn. You know Eddie is still feeding because you can hear him, but also because every once in awhile, the young man between you twitches and whines through his teeth, his body shifting slightly as Eddie flexes his jaw and presses more tightly to his throat. You’re growing a little bored of his fear by now, so you decide to drag your tongue up the shell of his ear; you smirk when he shivers, a little whisper of anticipation filling you as Eddie hums, tasting the sudden surge of sweetness from his piqued arousal.

It’s just as you’ve grasped the side of his head and slid your wet, hot tongue into the opening of his ear— he’d gasped as it entered him— that you feel his body jostle as Eddie unlatches from his neck. You pull your tongue out hastily, dropping your food without another thought. Your eyes brighten only for the one man— the one vampire— who truly matters to you.

Eddie always feeds so sloppily, though you certainly wouldn’t complain about it. He’s never sexier than when blood has gushed over his chin to paint the triangle of his pale chest exposed at the collar of his half-buttoned shirt, his white fangs glistening from the mess of gore coating his plush lips. “E-ddie,” you purr, affectionate and sensuous as you slink across the man’s spread legs, settling between them as your lover meets you halfway. “You’re always such a messy boy,” you tease. “Gonna have to clean you up.”

Eddie’s dark eyes glitter at your tease, and he hums as you lick a thick stripe up the center of his chest to his adam’s apple, collecting the salt of his skin and an appetizer in one on your path to his mouth. Eddie growls possessively, fisting his hand in the hair at the back of your head and hauling you up against him as his tongue plunges past your lips; his other hand grabs low at the heft of your ass, bunching up your dress in his long fingers. You sigh in bliss as he claims your mouth, licking across your teeth and nipping at your bottom lip, pulling until it snaps back plump and wet.

A stifled moan has you both glancing toward the headboard.

It’s your food. His eyes widen as your dark gazes both flash to him, but he can’t conceal the flush high on his cheeks, the quickened rise and fall of his chest where blood has trickled from his neck into the thick hair there, the dew on his golden skin. And he certainly can’t conceal the way his cock is so obviously, painfully hard, veiny and thick and blushed deep cherry red at the tip. 

If he was still strong enough to move his arms and cover himself, you know he would. Luckily for you, he isn’t.

 "Aww,” Eddie chuckles darkly, bloody lips pooched in a mocking pout. “What? You want a turn, baby? Want a little kiss?" You giggle as his face slowly flushes entirely pink when Eddie crawls closer on his knees; you watch his eyes dart down to your lover’s low-slung pants and the tuft of hair revealed at the top of his pelvis, the exaggerated sway of Eddie’s hips as he approaches, settling at the young man’s side where you’d been while Eddie fed. You settle on the other side as Eddie quirks a salacious brow and palms his own crotch, rubbing sensually in a mockery of enticement. When the other looks away, Eddie’s hand shoots out in a pale blur and yanks his head back by his hair; your plaything winces as his golden neck stretches taut, tendons and veins nearly bulging, but your breath quickens in eager excitement as the action makes that stiffness between his legs twitch. Eddie notices too, his chuckle husky and thick as he says to you, "Look at his little cock, sweetheart. Think he liked that." 

Those hazel eyes dart to you, pupils blown wide in arousal and fear. You tilt your head as he meets your eye, and you coo mockingly at your food, "You like it when Eddie feeds on you? It gets you hard?" You smirk. "You ever been fucked by a vampire before?" 

The young man whimpers, and it sparks pleasure and hunger low in your belly. "Dirty boy,” you purr against his neck, your voice a sensual hum. Teasingly, you bare a fang and trace it down the quivering artery in his neck, licking a path back up the wounds your lover has already made as you reach the base of his throat. “Mmm,” you hum eagerly, “Ed, look, he's practically weeping now." 

And it’s true— pearly beads of precum now drip from the tip of his angry cock onto your black sheets. You meet the eyes of your lover over his head, flooding with wicked affection at the mischievousness in his wide, dark eyes and the devious smirk curling on his plush lips.  "Bet we could get him to cum without even touching him," Eddie suggests; his smirk widens to a manic grin when your brows pinch, eyes wide and eager for him in your enthusiasm.

“Oh, please, Ed, can we?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding your gaze, and you shiver with the palpable warmth there. “Anything for my girl.”

Your mouth fills with saliva at the very idea. Delighted, you turn back to the golden neck your lover has considerately bared for you, taking a moment to nuzzle against the honey and vanilla of his touseled hair before trailing your nose in a featherlight line down past his ear to that vein of lifeblood thrumming under his skin. You stretch your jaw, and the young man gulps at the sight of your fangs, gleaming and white and razor sharp beside his neck. And with a sigh of bliss at the anticipation of your delicious meal, you dig your teeth neatly into that aching artery.

His blood spills into your mouth as if eager to escape him and nourish you, and it still tastes of citrus but moreso, now, of the floral sweetness of his arousal. You suck lightly, swallowing one small mouthful; your prey moans as the chemicals in your saliva begin to flood his brain with pleasure. You glance beyond his aquiline nose to see your lover duck to his ear. Your food tenses as if preparing for a second bite, and you purse your lips against a smile to keep suction on his neck. You know that Eddie would never take food out of your mouth unless you’d both agreed to feed at the same time, though your prey doesn’t know that, and the little burst of spicy terror settles back to sweetness when all Eddie does is start murmuring to him quietly without even touching him.

“You be good for us, baby,” Eddie whispers, “be our good little blood bag, and we'll be nice to you.”

It’s quiet, but you can hear every word that slithers into his ear, hear every little hitch of breath and shift of his squirming legs against the sheets as Eddie’s words and your feeding begin to arouse him further.

Eddie huffs a little chuckle. “You ever suck a dick before?” 

Your food groans, and you feel the vibration of his mutter when he answers. "No." 

Eddie chuckles delightedly. "Even better. Well, I’ll tell you what,” he says, low and playful, “You keep holding so nice and still, keep bein’ a tasty snack for my beautiful girl, and maybe I’ll let you suck my dick while she sucks yours.”

The sweetness in the blood filling your mouth grows thicker, headier, and you moan as you suck harder, sustenance gushing warm down your thirsty throat. “That’s it,” Eddie coaxes him, “such a good boy.”

The sweetness fades slightly, dulling so that a coppery tang becomes more prominent, and you grunt in dissatisfaction. It must communicate what you intend because Eddie hums in surprise. “Huh.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he purrs, “Praise doesn’t get your prick goin’, does it? You just want me to tell you how fucking useless you are. Just our little toy to play with.”

That heady, dizzying sweetness surges back, and you growl eagerly, mouth pressing tighter against his trembling throat as he groans— not in pain, but in pleasure. 

“Tell me you wanna suck my dick.”

The young man whimpers, legs tensing as his hips squirm up to pump weakly, but he doesn’t answer. “Are you stupid?” Eddie asks, mockingly light, slowing his words. “I said, ‘Tell me you want my dick in your mouth.’”

There’s a ragged gasp, a burst of citrus to mix with the sweet floral of his pleasure, and then the man is answering in a cracked voice. “I w-wanna suck your dick.”

Hearing your lover intimidate him into admitting his desire for him makes you pulse between your legs, your pussy clamping around nothing as the taste of flowers grows more distinct— honeysuckle and primrose, which accounts for that heavy, heady sweetness. And once your own arousal becomes piqued by Eddie’s words— once you can taste flowers in the blood— you know it isn’t long now.

“Aw, you do want my cock, sugar. I knew it. I think she likes that, too. Maybe she’ll even bounce on your cock while you suck me off. I’ll let you get me all nice and wet before I fuck your tight little hole. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Your breath quickens as Eddie continues talking, murmuring in a sensuous stream as your food begins to writhe and squirm. “Yeah you would, you dirty slut. Fuckin’ pathetic.”

Your pussy is throbbing now, tempting you to attend to it as you feed, but you refrain, knowing that what will come after your meal will be better than anything you could give yourself right now. The sweetness of those flowers is deepening, heating as your plaything starts to whimper; you crack your eyes to watch his leaking cock twitch and pulse, dribbling white liquid as he humps the air with desperation, seeking friction he’ll never find.

Eddie’s voice is sinfully dark and forbidding, grit low with husk that makes both you and your food shiver as he says, “You really wanna cum, huh? That’s all you care about. Mindless little worm. I bet she could drain you right now and you'd let her as long as you got to cum.”

You can feel it now— the tightening of his muscles, the frantic pumping of his heart, the constricting of his capillaries as he approaches his orgasm. You’re so unbelievably turned on by the anticipation of the euphoric release you’ll taste mixed with the sound of your lover’s voice as he murmurs dark filth in the ear of your meal. You’re burning for his touch— your slit is puffy, clit sensitive like a raw nerve, entrance dripping slick that soaks through the thin lace of your panties, coating the insides of your thighs in sticky need.

“That's it, big boy,” Eddie growls. “Cum for me.”

And with that final command, he does.

The drag of his blood rushes suddenly thick and sticky like decadent syrup as he moans deep in his throat— a long, pitiful noise of relief as his cum shoots in long, hot spurts to paint the hair on his stomach, pooling in the dip of his belly button. You drink his blood down greedily, sucking and slurping almost as animalistically as Eddie typically does until you feel the beat of his heart quiver once, stuttering a halted rhythm that means you’re quickly approaching the line of no return.

You retract from his throat with a ragged gasp, your hunger sated but your pussy buzzing with furious, aching need. Your meal slumps back against the headboard, spent and weak, but you pay him no mind; you’re drunk with desire as your eyes find the wild dark curls and pretty pale face of your lover. Your need is a ravenous thing, more dangerous than even Eddie’s hunger.

"We might need to keep this one," Eddie observes to you, ruffling that chestnut hair before tapping his golden cheek a few times; the young man stirs slightly but doesn't move. "He's fun." 

"Sure, babe," you pant, eyes wild and nostrils flared as you try to keep yourself from shredding Eddie’s new plaything to ribbons to get at him. "We can talk about it later. Now, if you don’t want me to kill him, you better bend me over his lap and ruin my fucking cunt."

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[sofiiel]

Vampire Eddie: hmm, that was a little more than just a sip. Sorry beautiful.

Just a pretty little vampire, happy and full of his beloved's blood.

shhh, him asking what'd you like in return.

(Ps. less blood & no blood ~ feel free to use for fics/boards/whatever.)

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #vamp!eddie #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #vampire rockstar eddie munson

[munsonology]

Truly a uh thought but...

Vampire Eddie....still a bit of a loser. Even though he KNOWS people get off to vamps, people think he's faking cause he was the freak. He just doesn't see the sex appeal. Meanwhile you're like DAMN THEY MADE HIM A VAMPIRE AND A SUCCUBUS CAUSE IMMA SUCK YOUR BU-

Vampire Eddie who cries after feeding off you for the first time, afraid he hurt you. Meanwhile you are high on a euphoric feeling and are like holy shit this is better then drugs do it again and he's just like OH (he panicked snd thought he somehow had created a zombie and was fully about to take full responsibility for creating the zombie apocolypse)

...and a truly dirty thought cause these are the best...period sex. He just spends so much time licking and kissing you. You aren't even sure what is your own cum, his saliva, or your blood.

He absolutely gives you a vial necklace filled with his blood. Claims you as his.

You tell him you have a shot for him but he needs to get the shotglass and its just a fucking diva cup no sorry haha but 👀

bestie the diva cup shot glass is so fuckin real 😭😭💀🧎🏽‍♀️he’s only been kas/vamp!eddie for about a year and he’s still getting used to it, figuring out what’s myths about vamps are real or not.

he doesn’t get how turned on you get seeing his fangs pop out. you’re out on a date at enzo’s and he sneezes, fangs popping out from his gums. “ah shit. but my tongue.”

and you’re just across the table squeezing your thighs. “why are you looking at me like that?”

you stay silent and get up, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

“isn’t this place a little too classy for bathroom sex?” he says nervously as you shove him in the stall.

you push him down on the toilet seat and straddle him. “we can figure that out after you rail me.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and what if you’re in your period and make a mess and he’s like “i’ll clean it up” 😭😭

#sav’s mailroom #sav’s anons #eddie munson/reader #smut #eddie smut #munsonology’s eddieverse #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #vamp!eddie #kas!eddie

[nexusnyx]

It Will Come Back

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 4 — The night I left and came back hours later. “I had to think.” Vamp!Eddie Munson x F!Reader [7k]

⚠️ Mentions of death. SMUT; dark themes and thoughts. | 🏷️ Vamp/Kas!Eddie; unprotected sex, rough-handling, lots of feelings, blood drinking, Dark!Eddie, possessiveness, denial of feelings, angst, emotional sex.

SUMMARY: You thought he was dead for a year. Then, at a bar, there he is. Except, it isn’t him, is it? It looks like him. Physically. But when the eyes settle on you—Eddie’s eyes always carried the warmth of a cup of hot cocoa; the eyes staring at you looked different, and nothing about them rekindled that previous heat. All your feelings were drowned under the need and desire to be seen by them regardless of that.

You thought he was dead for a year. Then, at a bar, there he is. 

Eddie.

Except—it isn’t Eddie, is it? 

It looks like him. Physically. But when the eyes settle on you… Those are not his eyes. You looked into Eddie’s eyes for ten whole years of your whole life—they were the bane of your existence and what you searched for the most after hard days. When your sticks hit the drums and music made life seem worth living for a few minutes, it was his eyes you liked finding amongst the notes. 

You know his eyes. They carried the warmth of a cup of hot cocoa, and the eyes staring at you looked different. More… dangerous.

All your feelings were drowned under the need and desire to be seen by them regardless of that.

I thought he was dead.

He was supposed to be dead. 

You were gonna be sick.

Across the bar, Eddie blinked at you, recognition written all over his features, and you freaked out.

It was fair to say you lost all of the few goddamn marbles you had. For an entire year you carried grief and pain like a necklace, one without a clasp, which choked you while you slept, and yet, you felt naked without it.

(One day, a couple of months ago, you realized a whole day passed by without a single thought of Eddie, and you cried harder than you had when the town split open and Wayne warned you ‘he’s gone; they haven’t found our boy, darlin’; i’m sorry; i thought they’d told you’.)

The realization hit you like a punch to the stomach. Eddie as alive.

Once the initial shock passed, other emotions flooded in waves. Relief. Confusion. Aches, all over your chest, radiating from the center because Eddie is here, and you spent the past year thinking he was gone.

When you take a step towards his direction, though, your world crumbles for the second time that evening.

Eddie takes a step back.

The second you walk forward, he breaks out of his trance too, surprise gives way to fear, and that’s when you notice it—the red. Eddie’s eyes are… red.

You have no time to process the weirdness of it, because the second someone passes your field of vision, Eddie’s frame is gone.

He disappears like smoke in the mist and takes your breath with him.

If you were anything less than sober, and he hadn’t been so different — shorter hair, different rings and clothes, the red fucking eyes — you would assume it was a trick of your mind.

Since there’s no weed or alcohol to blame, you’re left with the certainty:

Eddie’s alive.

He also seems to want nothing to do with you, for some reason.

Saying it hurt as much as the day he disappeared and everyone presumed him dead was equivocal—too much.

It was still a close call.

For a week, all you do is cry.

His absence was only starting to diminish, only started to feel less like a gaping hole in your chest that nothing and no one would ever feel, and now—this.

The only good thing that came out of hell breaking loose in that hole of a city was that without Eddie, nothing kept you there.

Certainly not your family, and the few friends you had understood too well the sentiment of wanting to flee as far as possible, so the encouragement had always been there.

Without Eddie, diligence took over the reins straight out of your blinding grief's hands, and you got into a University on the first try.

Leaving Hawkins was supposed to be a fresh start, but now, all of that ceased to exist.

A single sight of him, alive and breathing, and you were back where you've always been.

In love with the best friend you ever had, pining for a guy who felt too big for this silly little world, and its ridiculous little rules.

Thinking to spare the roommate of your discovery and its aftermath, you roam campus like a ghost, questions about the how and why growing in your mind like a weed, leaving an itch all over your skin like poison ivy.

What's he doing in Notre Dame?

Was he wearing lenses?

It's been almost two years. Does Wayne know? What about the rest of Corroded Coffin?

So many questions, so little time to think about all of them, and yet, so much of your days spent with your mind swimming in circles.

It hurts in ways you forgot it was even possible.

Eddie was such a big part of you.

And now, everything was murky and slippery.

After a week crying, you started to wish you were losing that mind that night.

Telling yourself you hallucinated; it was only a product of your imagination helps to lessen the pain because it erases the idea that you’d been right, and with that gone, all that’s left to do is miss him some more.

That’s fine.

That you’d been doing for a while.

You missed Eddie even when he was there, at times, mostly because his while he was close, it had never been enough.

Loving someone through different parts and moments of your life makes them feel like a limb.

Eddie was always there, even when he wasn’t.

You go through the first part of the semester buried in books, nightmares, and feeble attempts at friendship. People in the University are different from the folks of little small town Hawkins, and as much as it’s a fresh breath, it makes you recoil a bit in your shell to be blasted with so much personality from all the sides.

At least your roommate is nice.

Sympathetic to the times you wake up crying, thank gods. The offer of a hot chocolate after a particular gruesome day — and nightmare — makes the whole experience gain some sunlight, even if it’s just from a tiny corner; a thin string of it.

When you return home for the holidays, you brace yourself for the worst, knowing it wouldn’t be enough.

Hawkins was… okay, now.

Whatever the fuck happened two years ago is gone, but the ghosts in your room are everpresent. 

The first day is thrice harder than you imagined, but you make through with a couple of hours of sleep under your belt.

And then it comes—

the feleing.

All day long, the infurating, freezing, and bone-chilling feeling of being watched.

Observed.

It creeps on you like eyes fixed at the back of your neck.

You spend the whole day tettering the edge of a panic attack, fiddling with the black nail polish on your fingers, or the rips in your jeans.

No amount of encouraging attempts of conversation from your father are fruitous when all your mind wants to do is look back and—who’s there?

The feeling that someone is looking drains your mind, and by dinner time, all you want is to lay down and pass the fuck out. You even toss the idea of getting high, overcome by this fear that you’ll end up even more paranoid, or seeing things.

(Seeing things again. You have to say seeing things again, because that wasn’t real.)

The technique to put yourself to sleep with mindful touches on your arms and face works, and you drif off…

falling…

falling into darknes…

Eddie—

No! Eddie, no! 

He’s too far—you can’t reach him—Eddie’s gonna fall into the cracks—he’s calling for you—

Eddie, please! Please, hold my hand, please—

Then, your name.

“It’s just a dream.” Something shakes the darkness away, and you hear, “Wake up.”

Your body jolts awake, eyes opening wide and your torso flinging upwards. You’re panting, and you feel the wetness on your cheeks before—

“Jesus Christ.”

The relieved sigh is what makes you look to the side, and both your hands cover your mouth to contain the scream that threatens to leave your lips.

Eddie lifts both of his hands in the air, eyes are red as they were that day, and now that he’s closer you can see that even with the same face, the difference resonates even in the air around him.

He is Eddie, but something is inheretly wrong, or changed, and it prickles your eyes with water to note that because all you want to do is let your trembling body crumble until the pieces are all over him.

Both of you stay in silence as you digest the shock, and Eddie remains still for it.

He only lowers his hands when he’s sure you’re not going to scream, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Changed or not, he seems to be aware that if he speaks too soon your brain might melt or something of the sort.

Slowly, your hands lower.

It is him.

You have so many questions.

Despite the infinite-looking number, the one your head picks is, “What are you doing here?”

It’s whispered, shaky. You’re aware that every inch of you is hanging by a thin thread, and by the attentive look, so does he.

The red looks eerie under the moonlight streaming from your large windows.

Eddie frowns after a second, like your question just registered.

Then, he sighs.

His restlessness is gone. It’s almost like someone gave him a calming drought with permanent effect, and all of the bubbling energy that made Eddie’s persona come out like a popcorn fest at times had reached boiling point. Now, all of his wild, powerful and bright energy existed as a mist around him.

Eddie seemed to have aged a lot more the time he was gone than the frame permitted.

“I thought you stopped,” he finally said. His voice was exactly the same—when Eddie spoke calmly, it came out like syrup of buttered honey; most of the time it was loud and shriverly, but when he was high, or sleepy, Eddie sounded different. Sounded like this. Your heart skipped a beat, and he continued after a moment of your stunned silence. “You took three weeks. But you had stopped. I thought you had, at least.”

It takes a moment where you’re too lost in the feeling of him talking, and being here for you to register what he’s implying.

Then it hits you—three straight weeks crying. That’s how long you spent in a hellhole after seeing Eddie at that pub.

“You knew?” you wanted to die. Your eyes started to sting. “You… how d’you know that?”

“I heard it.” Eddie’s eyebrows start creasing, as if he’s in pain. Genuine, physical pain. “I wanted to stay away, but I needed to make sure, so I followed you and overheard you going to bed. I—I should’ve gone. But I stayed every day until I heard you going to sleep without crying.”

The hurmoless laughter comes out before you can stop it. “That’s because the nightmares started instead.”

His frown deepens. “Yeah, I see that now.”

“Eddie,” his name comes out choked. “Am I—I’m—” confused. It hurts. Eddie. “How?”

The look of pain worsens, and Eddie gets up from your bed, taking all his heat with him. “I could tell you, but… I don’t know how that’d help.”

You blink your eyes at him, wide, exasperated. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you whisper. “I’ve—I don’t—” fuck! Your body retracts in itself, and you hide your scream and face behind your hands.

“You only stutter when you’re nervous. I’m sorry.”

You take your hands out of your face, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Eddie, I’m gonna scream.”

“You just did.”

“Shut up!” You half-scream. “Eddie, I’m—Please. Please, please, explain to me how I’m not losing my fucking mind, how—how did you—why are you—you—you—”

He sits back down on the bed, and your words die in your lips. Eddie’s hands come up, catch both of yours between them, and he keeps them fit in there. “Breathe,” says Eddie.

C’mon, babe, breathe. Nuh-huh, don’t try to talk, just breathe.

Breathe for me. It’s alright, I’m here.

Ei, ei, ei, it’s alright, it’s okay—tune them out. Breathe. I know they’re fucking idiots, don’t look at them, look at me.

It hits you how this is and isn’t Eddie.

Your breathing is shaky.

“Psst, look at me.” Eddie’s eyes make you feel cold… until his lips split into a smile, and he nods. “Better. Keep breathing.”

I want to cry, you think.

“I’ll wait,” Eddie adds. He always knew that filling the silence was important so you wouldn’t try to. Usually, he did so with rambles.

This works too, apparently.

At the end of your third last breath, Eddie’s hand start to let go of yours, but quickly, you catch them before they go too far.

Eddie looks down just like you, and both of you watch your hands together, the contrast between your skin tones and the size of them. Eddie’s fingers intertwine in yours with measured movements. You wonder how much of his skittishness is gone and replaced by fear of doing something wrong.

“Those aren’t lenses, are they?” you ask. It’s easier looking at your joined hands than his face right now.

“No.” Eddie’s thumb starts moving circles where it is. “Why are you so… calm?”

You scoff. “I am not calm.”

“You look calm.”

“Eddie, I just stuttered for the first time in months not thirty seconds ago,” you laugh, despite everything.

Eddie hums. “Right,” he sighs. “I’m just used to—more screaming? I guess? And weirded out looks.”

The words richocet in your head and then— “So you did stay away in purpose. Who did you go to? Wayne? Who else?” Why not me? Your heart starts beating harder again.

“Wayne first,” Eddie replies. “Then a few friends who helped me that day.”

The mention of The Horrible Day makes you squeeze your hands. “I’m still pissed off at you for dropping by that stupid ring here and then leaving.”

“You’d have gotten involved and I was being chased by more than just the police. I heard you talking about this with Bruna and you were wrong—it wouldn’t have been better. I’m glad I did what I did, ok?”

“You heard me talking with Bruna? On the cemetery? Were you follo—have you been following me?”

“Here and there,” he answers in the same heartbeat. “You look surprised.”

Now he had to be joking. “You didn’t—I thought you—you—I—”

Untangling his hands from yours, Eddie lifts one of them to your hair. “Breathe.” He mimics taking a deep breath and it shows that the effect he’s had on you never left because you mirror him without even wanting to.

His nods give you the same comfort.

“Good,” Eddie’s shoulders visibly relax. “Do you want me to tell you everything that happened that day?” he asks when you’re finishing your last deep breath. “I will.”

There is a lot you want Eddie to tell you, but the start should be the best place.

Not trusting your ability to speak, you nod.

“A lot of it will be hard to believe,” he goes on.

You pierce him with a look. “Your eyes are red, Edward.” If he tries to hold anything back, I might actually kill him. “I’ve known you since I was eleven and I’ve never seen you be this still. You used to cry whenever you heard me crying, and for some reason, I spent more than a year thinking my best friend was dead and he’s been following me around. Knowing that. Knowing how much…” it hurt. You can’t say it. How much it killed me.

“I can’t anymore,” it comes out as a whisper, and you lift your eyes to his again. Eddie’s bottom lip is pouting, brows creased together. “I mean—I can, but it’s almost impossible.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t cry,” he tells you. On his face, the saddest smile that’s ever graced Eddie’s face makes your heart halt. “Maybe a single tear, or two, but that’s me having a breakdown.”

I can’t cry.

You close your eyes. “Eddie… from the top. Please.”

“Okay.” Eddie straightens up. “At the last period I told you Chrissy needed drugs, and she set the time with me to fetch them. Right?” You nod. “I lied when I came to your house that night and said she hadn’t shown up. I—I can’t believe I managed to do it; I could never lie to you, but I knew I had to. She went to my trailer. Chrissy. She did die there, and it’s true—I was there.”

You try to brace yourself the moment Eddie says ‘I lied’, but as he rolls the events of that day, you realize with a grudge that Eddie was right:

I would’ve gotten envolved.

(And then probably killed.)

The first place you drive to is the old elementary school playground.

It’s the only place you can feel comfort in accepting the words Eddie’s told you.

You park the car on the curb and when the engines go off, the darkness of the night and the time envelop you in a warm hug.

(Trying to ignore how that warm hug resembles Eddie’s now is impossible.)

You look over to the swings that are the same as the ones in your very first memories with him.

“I died, I think. Something had to happen for this to take place, and I remember being out of it for a while…”

“Would you have died died if they had brought your body back?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Probably—I would’ve bled to death if they passed me over to here. In there, I was under—something. There’s a veil there. Might be ‘cause it’s a realm inside ours—one that’s the habitat for everything that lives differently than us, has different lives and properties.”

“... How different do you feel?”

“Very. Most of it is physical, I thik. I’m still me—at least the way my brain thinks, for the most part, it feels like me. Do I sound like me to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it weird for you? The way I look?”

“... Not in the way you think.”

The second place you drive to is the street behind the Arcade.

The alley where you and Eddie smoked your first joints together seems like the perfect place to accept your doom.

Cathartic—it was the place where you noticed how much you wanted him, after all.

Parked there, you pull up your knees to your chest and bite your lips until you taste metal in your mouth, trying to get through the second part of it all—the one that stings, and burns, and makes you want you did get involved or that just like him, you’d lost the ability to cry somewhere down your road:

“And why—why did they get to know you’re alive?”

“Because I’m not a danger to them.”

“And you are to me?”

“Yes.” Eddie’s face is impassive. “The more time I spend next to you, the more danger I am to you.”

“How? Why?”

“Kas said so.”

Kas. The breath of life in Eddie’s lungs that turned him immortal—the dragon whose fire gave Eddie powers, abilities, darkness. “In what way?”

“God, I’d almost forgotten how fucking stubborn you are—”

“In what way, Ed?”

“In every way,” he answers quickly. “Don’t I feel different to you? Tell me you don’t feel it.”

Your mouth remined shut. The darkness hummed around him, like a blanket. Like animals hum in a forest in the dark, and then stop when danger is around. “I feel it.”

“It’s alive. It’ll follow me wherever I go, sweetheart. I’m Eddie, but I’m also… this.”

This shimmery night-sky veil that emanated behind him, quietly until you silence took over and it could almost be heard.

Maybe he was right.

Part of you hated to admit it, but maybe Eddie was fucking right.

He’d been your closest friends for years.

Corroded Coffin welcomed you as a drummer only because of Eddie, and even if the boys grew to love you over time, you and him had always been two sides of the same coin.

You walked around like you had nothing to lose.

If danger knocked on your door, your problem was the other side of the scale—while Eddie ran away from it, you ran straight in its direction.

He just didn’t want your blood in his hands.

When you see it, you’re already parked outside Riana Street, slamming the car door behind you to go for a walk in the woods.

Eddie promised he’d wait, at least.

“Can I go… will at least wait if I go out for a drive?”

Eddie laughs. He looks perfect like that—almost as if nothing changed. If he laughed with his eyes closed, you’d probably feel nostalgic, like you were watchinga memory. “Sitting behind a wheel at sixteen was your doom.”

“It’s kept me in track so far.”

“You’ll come back?”

“Of course I’ll come back, this is my house.”

“You have until five a.m.”

“What—no longer a fan of half-naked sunbathing behind your trailer?”

“Funny. Very funny. Unfortunately, if I try that now, my insides will slowly turn to ash.”

“... You’re not joking.”

“No, I’m not joking.”

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because I’ve missed you. I know—I’m sorry, that’s the shittiest thing possible to say, but I did. I missed you a fucking lot, sweets.”

It’s the power of the trees, you think.

Something about their roots, and how you feel stuck to planet Earth even if you’re crumbling to pieces on the inside.

When you walk further enough and replaying the conversation in your mind helps with nothing, you just let it happen—your kneels hit the ground with the weight of your body, and you’re silently crying again.

There aren’t many tears.

Your body’s exhausted from running through this same track again, and the bottom line is simple:

You want him to stay.

You want Eddie.

The quiet sobs are everything your ear registers until it comes—

he’s watching.

The feeling creeps on your nape, raising goosebumps on your skin, and you stop, body going still.

He’s here.

“Eddie?”

The world stands still for the second you wait for an answer.

“These woods aren’t what they used to be, you know?”

Your whole body relaxes at the sound of his voice. Whipping around body around, you see him between a couple of trees.

Hands shoved inside his pockets, face set into pain again.

“You’re crying again,” the words are laced in hurt.

“You told me you’d wait,” you sniffle, rubbing your hands over your wet cheeks.

“Yeah, and I was. I knew you might come here, though, and these woods are dangerous now,” Eddie retorts.

“I had to think.”

“I realized,” Eddie walks closer to you, but stops a few meters away.

“Did you follow me since my house?”

“Yup.”

That means he saw your pathetic trip down memory lane. You scoff to yourself, wanting to bury your body in the ground instead of getting up. “Great.” It should be easier for him to leave now. How pathetic was that? “Don’t worry, it was a one time thing. I won’t be pathetically looking for your ghosts forever.”

“Is that you trying to kick me out of town earlier?”

“No, it’s just me telling you there’s no need to feel guilt.”

“You think I’d feel guilty over leaving you behind when I know it’s for your safety?” Eddie’s tone is so serious that it pulls your gaze to his. He looks determined. Eddie never had this confidence in his eyes before. “I feel like shit, yeah, but not over this. I know it’ll hurt, but at least you’ll be safe.”

“Oh, what a great ending!” It comes out louder than you expected. This is why you needed space. You can feel it bubbling—your own fire. “I’ll be safe. Everything worked out.”

Eddie takes a step back. “You’re mad at me.”

You finally get up from the floor, patting your knees. “No shit, you idiot.” I’m mad. I’m hurt. I’d fight a dragon to keep you, idiot. “You just told me you’re going away. That I’ll never see—” oh, fuck. There goes your heart again. “Do you really think—I can’t—”

Eddie steps closer, and it’s your turn to take a step back.

“No! No!” You’re screaming now. “Do not tell me to keep calm, to breathe, to fucking—no! I won’t!”

“You’re gonna have a panic attack if you don’t—”

“I’m ALREDY in panic! I’m losing you! I’m gonna lose you, Ed! Again. I’m gonna fucking lose you, again. Don’t tell me to calm down!”

Then, his scream hits the break in your panic with only four words:

“I CAN’T KILL YOU!”

Instantly, you freeze. For his turn, Eddie closes the distance between your bodies in hurried steps.

He grabs you by the biceps, holding you tight enough to hurt, but nothing makes you feel more than the intense heat simmering in his eyes.

In a low voice, Eddie shifts your world in its axis again. “It’s not just the danger following me, or the danger of who I am, and what kind of things that being what I am attracts.” His lips are trembling, and you’re hypnotized. Eddie’s never been this close. “It’s me, too.” Does he know he’s this close? “You’re the smart one in this duo, sweetheart. Out of all the people in this fucking world, you’re the one I most wanted to talk about this with. Even in my most cynical and coward days, I kinda believed in magic because of you. Use that head of yours—what’s the call that keeps dragons alive?”

The answer’s at the tip of your tongue, but for a second, all you can do is stare.

Eddie’s eyes are shining. Not in the glowing, literal sense, but in the wide-eyed, sparkling one.

“Treasures,” the word comes out in a breath.

Eddie nods. “I’m not what I used to be,” he whispers. His hands holding you in place are gripping so tight you’ll have bruises tomorrow, and it twists your stomach to think about how much you’d like those marks to be all over your body. “At my core, what I want is more. If I stay near you, I’ll start seeing you as mine. I’ll bring danger to you, and I’ll be one, too, because what belongs to me can be mine in any way.”

I wouldn’t mind, your mind offers.

You’re too frozen to do anything but stare at his lips, so close to your face.

“Do you know what my instinct was telling me to do when you entered these woods?”

Hunt me down. Take me as prey. For some reason, you did. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I know.”

The answer takes him by surprise.

Eddie blinks a couple of times, inching back his face. “You… what?” Then, you watch as he starts to genuinely look at you. To see past his fears, and observe what’s right in front of him.

If Eddie heard you in the cemetery that night speaking with your sister, he’s heard you saying the words.

You still need to know. To confirm. “Did you heard what I said to Bruna that day?”

Eddie’s wide eyes gain a gaping mouth to match. “Are you…” his frown deepens. “Why aren’t you scared?” he sounds desperate. “Of course I heard you. I heard everything.”

“So you know what I feel. What I always felt.”

Eddie closes his eyes. “Yes. It’s the reason I’d start seeing you as mine,” he opens his eyes, and his head is shaking slowly. “I was too blind and too in denial to ever accept something like that coming from you, but now?” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’m having trouble letting you go right now. That’s how bad it is. I feel—it’s like a burning in my chest. I can hear the blood pumping in your veins.” You shudder at the words. “I can smell your perfume from fucking miles away. I’m—” Eddie’s hands suddenly let go, his fingers opening and spreading wide. “I should go.”

Not without answering a question to you first. “Was there ever part of you that wished that before this happened?” You take a step closer to him since he stepped back. “That I was yours?”

Eddie’s looking at you with so much concern that you want to comfort him that it’s okay. He ducks his head to the side, looking down at the ground. “I pushed that away. I wasn’t good enough to you back then. Now, I want you to have a life.”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

“What?!”

“You were always good enough.” More than good, but you would convince him of that later. “And staying away from me in order for me to have a life is even more bullshit. I’ve always been yours, Ed.”

The words do something to him.

Eddie’s face was contorted in pain—eyebrows pinched together, lips frowning, gaze downcast, desperate.

It all washes away, leaving him expresionless for a moment. A blank slate.

“So if that’s your reason to stay away… it’s a terrible one.”

Eddie’s jaw muscles tighten. “You…” he shuts his mouth. Looks away to the woods, then back at you with his eyes looking darker than before. “Stop for a second… please. And think about what you’re asking of me, here. Think—imagine the roles were reserved, and I was asking you to risk my stupid life for you.”

Instead of getting a rise out of you, the words bring a smile to your face.

It’s still Eddie.

“I would wanna hit you in the head hard enough in hopes that you changed your mind, but…” You watch his eyes fixating on your smile. “It’d still be your choice at the end of the day. I’d let you choose, even if it terrified me.”

Eddie nods frantically. “You do. You scare the living shit out of me, sweetheart.” He closes the small distance between you two by cupping your face in his hands and looking at you with all his fear and awe spilling out of his eyes. “You should be running in the opposite direction as far as you could.”

The words come out before you can stop them. “Only if it was for you to chase and catch me.”

His eyes widen, and there’s a growl at the back of his throat. He whispers your name like a warning.

“Ed.” I want this. Stay. Please stay. “I want you close. I’m aware of the dangers. I accept the consequences.” Begging to the dark sky that he’d let you make your decision, you grabbed his face back. “You’re alive. And you’re you. That’s all that matters to me.”

Time slows while Eddie takes in your words, and when he nods slowly, you feel the movement in your hands. It pulls a relieved sigh from you.

Eddie opens his eyes which you hadn’t noticed he closed, and the hands on your face hold tighter.

“Should we go back to your house?” his voice sounds deeper. “If I kiss you here, I won’t stop.”

The offer posed as a fact makes your whole body tremble, and you hear a low rumble coming from him again as he feels it.

Something tells you this is not about Eddie caring whether the first place you two will do this is a nice one or not—something pulls your chests together, harder than gravity.

You let your hands card through his hair and meet at the back, surrounding his neck by your arms, pulling yourself closer to his face.

There’s time for him to back away.

Instead, Eddie give your piercing gaze one last smile before he dives, kissing you harshly, drowning the boat of you in the sound of your heartbeats.

Your mouths move on one another with a familiarity that makes you feel on fire.

It’s worse than that one time during Seven Minutes of Heaven—it’s so much worse than the fateful day you discovered Eddie Munson was the one person to truly make you understand all the books and movies, and that feeling resonating in every cell in your body.

This Eddie knew how to kiss in ways that Eddie probably only dreamed of.

He accepts all of your enthusiasm, your hands moving through his hair in a messy desperation, he takes the weight of your body being thrown against him with grace, opening his mouth for your tongue as he offers you his.

Eddie walks both of you until you’re pressed against the nearest tree and hoists you up by the waist as if you weight nothing—something you know to be a lie. When your legs wrap around his waist, he gives a delighted, happy hum against your lips.

You only pull back for a lung full of air before kissing him again, pouring all the yearning, the pain, the aching desire, the need—all of it goes to your tongue and your fingertips as you intertwine the first on his tongue and the second is ran through every inch of skin it can find.

All you can feel is him, overpowering every sense of yours.

The way he kisses you deeply, with languid and slow strokes of his tongue, it makes your toes curl inside your shoes.

It tightens your legs around him, the heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach spilling out.

Your panties are soaked by the time Eddie pulls back to run his nose along your jaw, stopping only underneath your ears. There, he takes a deep breath, and you whine.

Where did he learn all of this? He’s holding you up with only one hand around your ass, while the other sneaked underneath your shirt long ago in the kiss, and as Eddie presses kisses, humming against your skin, your mind goes to a thousand different places in only one second.

It’s him who pulls you back.

“Stop thinking,” his voice is rough, and you feel more slick between your folds at how hot it sounds.

“You can read my mind now?”

His scoff is followed by his teeth nipping the skin of your cheek. “Never needed powers for that. I know you.”

You nod at his words. “Tell me you’re not gonna leave, Eds,” you hold his face in your hands again.

The hand underneath your shirt stops running through every inch of your skin. “I can’t leave you.”

A quiet, dry sob rips your chest. “You did.”

“I won’t leave you again, baby.” He seals the promise with his lips on yours, one hand squeezing your waist while the other holds you by the neck. “You took me in. I’ll keep crawling back even if you kick me to a curb at some point. Watch from the shadows to make sure you’re okay.”

You shake your head at that. “Want you close.”

“You have me.”

It sounds a lot like your words said minutes ago.

I’ve always been yours.

This time, the kiss feels a surrender from both sides.

Eddie encourages your movements against him, taking it all as his.

It is.

You want him to taste you, have you, catch you in any way possible.

When you grind your hips down and he’s holding you at the perfect height for your waists to be leveled, you feel the hard outline of his cock pushing against the soft fabric of your sweatpants.

Whines become moans, and Eddie sucks all the sounds from your mouth straight into his.

It takes you only two times of him skiving away from your neck to for you to notice—his eyes, red as blood, look as thirsty as someone deprived of water for days.

It crashes on you—the realization: you want him to know how you taste.

“Eddie—”

He’s too busy sucking bruises on your tits to answer you properly. You moan at the way he pulls your hips down against his.

“Ed—can you—will you bite me?”

He freezes, mouth and hands at the same time. “No.”

“What?! Why?”

He levels your face with his. “Do you want me to kill?” He growls. “I can’t control myself to that point—you’re—I have feelings for you, stupid. My whole body is screaming to you that you’re mine, if I put my teeth in your neck I’m gonna do the stupidest shit I’ve ever done and I’ll never be able to live it down. I’ll kill myself if I kill you, you realize that, don’t you? Why would you—”

His rant is cut short.

You’ve bitten your lip and pulled at the skin, hissing when it leaves a spot raw. The blood must be what catches his eye.

You hope this isn’t enough to break his control.

If he loses it and both of you end up dead, that’d be on you.

“Just a taste,” you whisper. It sounds like a question, one that he’s too frozen to answer at first. “I want you to know how I taste.”

Eddie’s eyes blink away from your mouth to meet yours, and the shaky breath he inhales makes you wish you had clearer thoughts.

There’s no time for those.

Eddie puts his mouth on your bottom lip, closing both of his lips around it and sucking.

It feels so good you moan out loud.

So does he.

Eddie sucks on your lip messily, and then pulls back swallowing thickly.

He closes his eyes then, grip around your wais tightening, and you give him a moment to compose himself.

When he opens his eyes again, the new thing pops its head, and it feels like a welcoming party—the darkness around Eddie almost comes to life.

It’s nothing visible, but you feel it anyway.

It seeps out of him, and envelopes the both of you in it, securing your bodies together as he crashes his mouth against yours.

It’s warm inside his hold.

Everything feels permanent.

The touch of his hand against your skin. When he apologizes with a stifled laughter in your neck before he uses both hands to rip a hole in your sweatpants, and your questioning dies in your throat because Eddie pushes your underwear to the side and presses two fingers between your folds, moaning with no shame at the wetness he finds there.

With your underwear to the side, he starts playing your body like he did his guitar.

I was Sweetheart first, anyway.

Eddie’s fingers feel curious—almost innocently seeking. One dips inside of you, and he smiles at the reaction he gets before he starts pumping the finger in and out, applying pressure against your walls as he curves it just right.

One becomes two, then three, and Eddie watches your face all along, letting you take the kisses whenever you please, smiling like a cat who’s got the prize.

Wicked.

Never before has he looked like this—or at least, not that you’ve seen it.

“Want more,” you cry for him.

“Yeah?” he coos. “You look so good,” he adds, awed and smiling with dimples and his wicked glee.

“Please.”

Eddie’s nothing if not a gentleman.

He takes a second to open his pants with only one hand and pull himself out of his boxers, but when his head is at your entrance, he goes in slowly.

So thick. You’re moaning is almost as lewd as the sweat dripping down your back and temples, and you’re doomed when he puts his lips close to your ears to whisper, “Let me in, sweetheart,” as he grinds his hips in slow and deliberate movements.

Eddie doesn’t have to push inside because you open up to him—the words make your cunt pulse, sucking more of him inside until he’s buried to the hilt, and both of you are panting on each other’s mouths.

If you had any reservations about whether Eddie was truthful or not when saying a part of him desired you, it evaporates with the way he fucks you.

Once he’s secured inside, Eddie’s hands go back to your face and neck, and he starts moving his hips to meet yours with his face open and vulnerable—every time he closes his eyes, Eddie seems to force them open again.

Just like you.

“Wanted this for so—oh—for so long, Ed,” you moan between his thrusts.

Eddie whines, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. He pistons his hip harder, making you go louder, and when his mouth meets the skin of your neck, Eddie’s the one moaning. “All mine,” he growls, burying himself in you over and over again.

It feels too much like a dream, but the bruises forming on your body and the scorching heat where your bodies meet is too real for it to be anything else.

“Yours.”

After years in a limbo where all your feelings had to be in the dark, now they’re home.

Eddie starts crying out as he thrusts are met with your hips bucking down, and you two start mumbling too much on each other’s skin.

Maybe Eddie shouldn’t own you. Maybe it’s wrong to pull the skin of your lips once more and offer it to him, and maybe it’s twisted that Eddie accepts it with a cry and a smile, sucking on your lips before shoving his metallic tongue against yours.

Maybe your moans shouldn’t become one as you both approach your peaks, but Eddie is inside you, and you feel full in ways you can’t begin to comprehend or even wants to.

When you cum, it’s because he closes a hand too tightly around your neck as he hits just the right spot, and it pulls the orgasm out of you—you crash like a wave against rocky shores, shaking violently around him, crying out his name.

You feel the heat spilling inside of you that follows.

Eddie buries his face in your neck for it, crying out to god before starting to whisper your name over and over in a prayer.

Maybe you shouldn’t feel complete now that you’re wrapped in the complicated vines of what his life is;

You have no clue what you’ve gotten yourself into, but—

it’s warm. Eddie’s cloak of darkness feels like a protective spell, or maybe it’s a drowning curse—either way, it’s yours, as much as you are his now.

Neither one of you move for minutes.

All you do is touch your lips, and kiss each other softly countless of times.

Everything’s okay now.

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To say you had a bad day was an understatement, you had probably one of the worst days in your life, and on top of that, your car engine died in the middle of the road, so you had to walk to the closest gas station to call your parents. You had to walk your way to Eddie's trailer, because it was closer than your place, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you felt the disgusting sensation of blood between your legs.

This wasn't your day, at all.

After fighting a few minutes with the keys, you slammed the door behind you, scaring Eddie, who was in the living room, drapes closed and reading an old car magazine.

"Shit! You scare me the fuck out of me, babe." His fangs peeked through his plump lips, smirking. He took notice of your distressed self, and changed that smile to a frown. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Everything is not okay." You sighed, throwing your backpack and keys to the floor. You were tired, sweaty, and the cramps were just getting started. "I'm going to take a shower." You announced, and Eddie stood up, because it was your routine, to shower together in his tiny bathroom.

He remained silent while you undressed, looking at how you struggled with your clothes, frowning at your frustrated scoff and gasping quietly at the way you cursed while removing your blood stained underwear. He would be lying if he said the smell didn't turned him on. His fangs dig softly on his lips, he felt the question on the tip of his tongue, but you were already having a bad day, you didn't needed your weird vampire boyfriend asking if he could eat you, while you're on your period.

"Eddie if you have something to say, just do it, don't stare at me for five minutes."

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. You rolled your eyes and slid the shower door, clouds if steam fogging the mirror, when Eddie's hand grabbed your arm before you could step in.

"Can I eat you out?" He bluntly asked, and is your turn to blink, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"Can. I. Eat. You?" He repeats, flicking his eyes down between your legs, then up, at your face. "Please? I know you're having a bad day, and I know sitting on my face always brights you up."

"But, Eddie—" You blushed, avoiding his doe brown eyes. "I'm on my— Oh." It clicked you. It made sense. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the unmistakable sight of his hard cock against his tight black jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Been waiting ages to do it, being honest." He confessed, smirking. "I mean, I guess with these now." He said, opening his mouth and pointing at the sharp fangs with his thumb. "It makes sense, but I would do it either way."

"Uh." You nod, still surprised, but curious. "Well, lemme just shower and—"

"Don't wanna wait." Eddie tugged you by his grip on your arm, sitting you on the edge of his bed, kneeling on the carpet and placing your legs over his shoulders. "I can't wait to taste this pretty pussy."

The groan that ripped off his throat the second his tongue met your centre, was obscene. He started slowly, smearing your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and kissing your thighs.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned again, rolling his eyes. "You're so fucking sweet, baby. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal."

"Shut up." You replied breathlessly, god, it felt really good.

Eddie continued his laborious task. The slurping sounds were borderline disgusting. The occasional deep moans of pleasure combined with your needy whines worked wonders, and soon, all of your stressed was sucked away by your boyfriend <3. His tongue was flat against your clit, tracing tight and quick circles, as he raised his eyes so he was looking at the adorable frown you had, a clear sign of how closer you were to cumming in his face.

"Cum, cum princess, please." He begged, voice muffled by your thighs around his head. "Give me all of it, your sweet blood and your tasty cunt. All mine."

You came, clenching around nothing as his thumbs spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that slid down. Eddie stood up, and his face was a mess, with a sly smile and covered with blood and your cum. He just laughed and licked his lips sensually.

Then, he gasped loudly, eyes widening and turning around to sprint towards the bathroom.

"Shit! The water is still running, Wayne is gonna kill me!"

#omel is speaking! #omel's asks<3 #currently at work! #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #vamp!eddie #vampire!eddie #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #tw: period sex #eddie eating you out as he should 🙄

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

even as a shadow, even as a dream pt.1

Pairing: Vamp!Eddie Munson/F!Reader; Vamp!Eddie Munson/You

Summary: Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down, and he is not the same. (Eddie POV)

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: vamp!eddie munson, angst, mild body horror, blood cravings, feelings of self-loathing, adult language

A/N:  I apologize in advance for any pain this causes lol but this idea would just not leave me alone. Also, I was too lazy to come up with a new "reader" backstory, so I'm keeping "Obi" from my previous two fics. You don't have to read those to understand this one, but I consider this fic an alternate to "i can't carry it for you, but i can carry you." Namely, what would have happened if reader went with Lucas and Max instead of Dustin and Eddie? On a final note, I think this fic will be three parts, and each part will switch POVs between Eddie and Reader. (But there will be an eventual happy ending don't worry.)

Also, title take from this quote if anyone's curious:

Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream. -- Euripides

Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

Ao3 Link: Here 

Pt. 2 Links: Tumblr / Ao3

Update: This fic is now completed.

Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!

Hunger.

That was the first thing he was aware of. The only thing. It was sharp. It burned. It hurt. Everywhere, always, like needles in his skin. Like teeth.

Hunger, sharp as a blade. Overwhelming hunger. Hunger neverending.

It was his only sense, the only thing he could feel. He was deaf and blind and naked in the dark, the void of his hunger swallowing everything else. He wasn’t even aware of his body until the first drop of cold, thick liquid hit his tongue.

Then he suddenly had hands. Fingers that were clutching something limp and leathery to his mouth. He had a mouth, too, apparently. And a tongue. And teeth he was using to tear into the flesh of… something.

It didn’t matter what it was. What it had been. All that mattered was the liquid he was slurping from its body, loudly, hungrily. It was both delicious and disgusting in turns, made his stomach churn with nausea and then delight. Too soon, the thing was empty, drained dry, but that didn’t matter, either. He just moved on to the next thing, and the next. He drained them each dry.

It wasn’t until the third body, or maybe the fourth, that the word bat fluttered through his mind.

On the sixth body, the next word came. Blood.

He was drinking blood.

Except… that wasn’t right. The liquid coating his hands, his mouth, sliding down his tongue, was black, pitch-black. It was cold, too. And blood should be warm, should be…

Red.

The color flashed through his mind— a red sky, streaked with lightning— but it was gone just as quickly.

Didn’t matter. These words didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the pit still gaping inside him.

Hungry. He was still so hungry.

Suddenly, a smell. He realized he had a nose just as it twitched, and then he was bombarded all at once.

Something rank and musty, leathery, decaying, with just a hint of metal. This was the most overwhelming scent, and as he blinked his eyes for what felt like the first time, his surroundings came into focus. Piled all around him were crumpled shapes, their dark flesh merging with the shadows.

Bats. The word flickered through his mind again. He was surrounded by dozens of bats, or their carcasses at least. One was still clutched in his hands, its cold, coagulated, too-thick blood slowly dripping down his chin.

But then, that scent again. Sweet. Pulsing. Alive.

He was moving before he realized it, crawling over the bats, staggering to his feet. Everything hurt, hunger stabbing at him from the inside, nearly driving him to his knees once more. But that smell… he needed to get to it. Needed to consume it.

And it was coming from the shadows beneath one of the crumbling structures around him.

Trailer. Another useless word.

Because now the scent was closer. Closer. Something skittered, nails rasping on asphalt. He was right on top of it.

Lunging out, he grabbed something soft, and it squealed, thrashing, in his grasp. He snarled as he yanked the thing to his mouth, and he sank his teeth through coarse fur until…

Blood. Hot as a brand, it poured into his mouth, washing over his tongue. The bat blood had been enough to get him upright, but this blood…

Groaning, he pulled it into his mouth like a man starved. Because he was. But the hunger aching through his bones was an animal, rabid, feral… fading. He didn’t realize it at first, but with every desperate swallow, the hot liquid was coating the razor-sharp hunger seated deep in his belly. Not completely, but enough that his mind slowly began to return, bit by bit.

By the time he drained the thing dry and pulled it away from his mouth, he recognized it as a racoon. And when he looked up, he recognized the shadowed trailer in front of him as the Littens’, who lived down the road.

But then he caught sight of his reflection in the trailer’s window. Caught sight of the dark smear of his mouth, dripping with blood. The flash of his too-white, too-long teeth. The dark pits of his eyes, surrounded by black veins. The twin and curving shadows looming over his back.

A beat passed, then two…

Eddie Munson started screaming.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Come on, wake up, wake up, goddamnit!” Eddie whimpered as he smacked his balled up fists into his forehead, like he could punch himself awake.

Then the smell of his hands— of the blood on them— reached his nose, and it made his stomach churn and his mouth salivate for very different reasons.

He pulled his hands away from his face, making a sound caught somewhere between a groan and a gag. His breathing was uneven, rapid, shaky. He felt on the verge of passing out.

Maybe… maybe if he passed out, he would wake up from this nightmare. Dream logic, right? Because that’s all this was. A nightmare. Just a terrible, godawful nightmare.

But fuck, he’d never felt this hungry in a dream before. He had never felt hungry in a dream at all. But now hunger was sitting in his belly like a molten rock, smoldering. It wasn’t as all-consuming as it had been, but it was still there, always present, clinging to him like a shadow.

Minutes ticked by while he crouched there on his heels with his brow pressed to his knees, but he could feel that hunger growing stronger again with each passing second. There was also a dull persistent pain throbbing in his teeth, like a headache.

Eddie also couldn’t remember ever feeling pain in a dream before.

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. Maybe… maybe this was a Vecna trance?

“Shit!” Eddie jolted to his feet, glancing around frantically, but he didn’t account for the extra weight on his back. He stumbled, feeling his shoulder blades shift, followed by a brush of something soft and leathery against his neck, his cheek.

He flinched, and his stomach churned again for yet another reason.

“Don’t think about it, Munson, just don’t fucking think about it,” Eddie muttered to himself, voice tinged with hysteria.

But it was kind of hard not to think about the fucking wings sprouting out of his back. The weight of them was like a yoke, and they twitched and moved without his permission, always flickering in the corners of his vision.

Vecna. This had to be Vecna. Right?

Red— what was her name? Max— hadn’t mentioned being turned into a… a monster in her visions, but maybe Vecna was upping the ante? They had been trying to kill him after all.

“Fuckkk,” Eddie whined as he wrapped his arms around himself, cupping his elbows. His eyes darted around again, but nothing had changed since he’d folded in the middle of the road and tried to slap himself awake.

The Upside Down reflection of his trailer park stood around him, covered in vines and the bodies of demo-bats. He tried not to look at their carcasses scattered across the asphalt. Tried not to remember how they tasted, even though the acrid flavor of their blood still sat on the back of his tongue.

Either way, they were dead. That was the important thing. They couldn’t hurt him.

All at once, Eddie recalled the sensation of the demo-bats tearing him to pieces. Their teeth and claws rending his flesh, spilling his blood. The pain had been terrible. He remembered how it felt to choke on his own blood…

“Wait!” Eddie gasped, grabbing at the front of his shirt.

When he looked down, he saw his Hellfire shirt was shredded, the white stained scarlet, the devil’s face in ribbons. He shoved the ruined mess of fabric up and out of the way and found…

An even worse mess.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Eddie whimpered as he stared down at his chest.

His whole torso was coated in blood, but it was all dried, flaking off in patches. And his injuries— the damage done by the demo-bats— were… scarred over. Instead of gaping wounds was ropy scar tissue, crisscrossing his skin in chaotic patterns. Some of the scars looked more healed than others, some were still tender when he poked them, and as Eddie continued to stare, he could have sworn he saw the tail end of a slash mark on his sternum stitch fully closed…

“Nope!” Eddie whipped his head up. He was starting to hyperventilate again. He reflexively lifted his hand to chew on his thumbnail— a bad habit he’s had since childhood— but he froze when a sharp claw pressed into his bottom lip. He dropped both hands like they were on fire, extending them out to the sides and clenching his eyes shut again. “Fuck! Nope, no, this is not happening. Not fucking happening. Keep it together, Munson. T-This is just Vecna, just Vecna fucking with you, man.”

But if it was Vecna… where was he?

Cracking his eyes open, Eddie glanced around again. But there was nothing. No flocks of flying demo-bats. No snarling demo-dogs, no Demogorgons.

No Vecna.

The Upside Down was eerily quiet and still around him, more so than usual. It made the sound of his panicked breathing that much louder. Why the fuck was Vecna not attacking him? If this was a trance, he should already be dead. Chrissy was dead within moments. So was that basketball kid who was out to kill him. Patrick or something. They were both dead minutes after Vecna got them.

Unless… time worked differently for those in the trance? Maybe minutes in the real world felt like hours in Vecna’s mental torture chamber.

God, Eddie fucking hoped not.

But… on the off chance this wasn’t a trance, wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, then all that was left was reality, which would be so much worse.

Eddie felt the wings on his back twitch again, felt the blood drying on his lips, but before he could start to fully panic, another thought occurred to him.

If this was real, then what had happened to the rest of the gang? Henderson, Harrington, Buckley, Wheeler… you.

The thought of your face was like a sledgehammer to the chest, the breath expelled from his lungs in a pained wheeze.

Instead of going with Harrington’s group, you had elected to stay with Sinclair and Max in the Creel house, said all the kids needed at least one chaperone. Your joke had fallen flat, but Eddie remembered smiling because it was just like you to try and make light of a situation, try to make everyone feel better, if only for a moment.

What had happened to you? To everyone? How long had it been since he…

Eddie swallowed thickly as he once again recalled choking on his own blood. He remembered Dustin being there, could still hear the kid crying in his head. But then… nothing. Just darkness. Maybe he passed out.

A wing brushed his neck again, and Eddie knew he hadn’t just passed out.

But he couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to get out of here. He needed to find everyone. Find you. Find…

Blood.

The word ricocheted through his mind again, and that hunger reared up in his stomach, snarling. The blood of the raccoon taunted him from the corners of his mouth, and his tongue chased the phantom flavor, desperate and wanting.

“No, stop it, stop it!” Eddie hissed, smacking his cheeks and nearly poking his damn eyes out with his… claws. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket so he wouldn’t have to look at them, and then he paused and took a deep breath. Let it out slow.

The hunger was still there, like an ember burning a hole through his belly, seconds from leaping into flame. But he could ignore it. He would just… just think of you.

He summoned up the image of your smiling face, and immediately the painful hunger faded a bit. Eddie concentrated, recalling the sound of your laugh, the way you snorted when you were high and found something really funny. He tried to remember the last thing you said to him but couldn’t, but the ghost of your voice trickled through his thoughts, wordless yet soothing. That wasn’t anything new, though. You always sanded off his edges, made the chaos of his mind quiet for just a little while.

Fuck, he’d been in love with you for so long. Ages. Lifetimes.

You hadn’t remembered, but Eddie first met you a few months before your tenth birthday. It was the day before your father had moved you out of Hawkins for some job he got. You’d been so angry at your parents for making you leave the only home you had ever known, so you “ran away,” off into the woods, to avoid having to move.

That was where Eddie found you, or rather where you found him.

He’d been dicking around in the woods around the trailer park, trying to avoid his father who was already drunk at nine in the morning. Eddie didn’t even have any real toys, so he was just throwing rocks at trees, turning sticks into swords with his wild imagination. Then he’d turned around, and there you were. He could still remember the overalls you were wearing, your muddy knees, your red and tear-stained eyes. The two of you had just stared at each other— Eddie bracing himself to be bullied for his hair or his clothes or his dead mom and drunk father— but you’d just smiled at him shyly and asked if you could play with him. He’d stammered something stupid about how he was playing knights and dragons, thinking you would finally realize you were talking to Munson the Freak. But your eyes had just lit up as you picked up your own stick-sword and asked him what the rules were.

Eddie was a goner from that moment on.

Of course, your mother had eventually found you hours later, having been called by someone from the trailer park who saw you and Eddie playing in the woods. Your mom dragged you kicking and screaming back to the car while Eddie awkwardly stood in the tree line. It was only when he’d heard your mother yell your name in reprimand that he realized he hadn’t asked for it all day. You hadn’t asked for his name, either, in the way children can become fast friends with just about anyone given the right circumstances.

But your name and that one perfect, golden, summer afternoon haunted him for years after.

And yet, in a twist of ironic fate, he hadn’t recognized you when you returned.

You’d come back to Hawkins for your senior year and his second. But your hair was much longer, less frizzy, the gap in your front teeth gone. You also kept to yourself and kept your head down, so Eddie passed you in the halls for almost an entire year without a second glance.

Then, during his third senior year, he met Dustin Henderson. And one rainy fall day, you came to pick the kid up from Hellfire.

Eddie didn’t know what it was— maybe it was the way your hair was made frizzy by the rain, or maybe it was the shy smile you had cast the room when you looked up— but he remembered in an instant who you were.

And he fell in love all over again.

He’d bugged— well, maybe more threatened— Henderson to keep bringing you around, using the kid’s bike as an excuse. But you eventually saw through the flimsy lie, and Eddie thought that was it, he’d lost you yet again.

Until he walked out of the next Hellfire meeting, and there you were in the parking lot, leaning against your car and smiling at him, that same, shy smile you’d given him in the woods nearly ten years ago.

Eddie had nearly kissed you that first day, but he managed to control himself. Just barely. Because he finally had you back, and you were as golden and bright as his childhood memories made you out to be. He couldn’t lose you again. So, he kept his mouth shut. He became your friend. Gave you good deals on weed, invited you to his shows, hung out with you in his trailer and listened to you complain about your mom.

And you became his best friend, the one who listened to him ramble about his DnD campaigns, who rocked out in his van with him to the newest cassette he bought, who pushed him to study so he could finally get the fuck out of high school. He had pretended to complain about the studying, but really he enjoyed any time he got to spend with you. And Eddie saw the smile you tried to hide when he called you “Master Obi-Wan,” so he took to calling you Obi, just in the hopes of seeing your lips twitch.

In all that time, you never gave any indication that you remembered him or that day in the woods, so he kept the memory to himself. But that was fine because he had you, the now you, not just the phantom of your past. And every time you smiled in his direction, every time you snorted at something unfunny his said while passing back the joint, Eddie had thought this is enough. More than enough.

Except now you might be dead, and he never got to tell you how much he loved you.

The thought had his eyes snapping open, and Eddie was walking before he realized it. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that his brain registered he was moving, marching, headed for his trailer.

But it wasn’t there.

Eddie’s feet tangled as he stumbled to a stop.

“What the fuuuu…” he muttered, trailing off as his wide eyes stared at the rubble where his trailer used to be.

Because that’s all it was now. Rubble and debris. The Upside Down version of his home had already looked shitty, wrapped in vines and scrap metal from his and Henderson’s shoddy armoring, but this was a wreck. It looked like the trailer had been fucking… split in half.

And in the center lay a burning red line, like a jagged wound in the ground, the crimson light giving everything around it a hellish glow.

Was that the gate? How the fuck did it get so big?

What the fuck happened?

“Shit,” Eddie breathed, feeling that familiar panic start to crawl up his spine. “Shit, shit, shit!”

Did that mean… Harrington hadn’t stopped Vecna? And if Harrington hadn’t stopped Vecna, then Max… and you…

Eddie stared at the massive gate for an endless moment, not knowing what to do. But the longer he stood there motionless, the more the hunger in his stomach was making itself known. It burned in the center of him, started making his thoughts fuzzy around the edges again.

Eddie shook his head, but the back of his throat still itched, felt tight and dry. Unbidden, the refreshing sensation of the raccoon blood pooling on his tongue jumped to the forefront of his mind, and his mouth fell open as he began to pant. The raccoon must have come through the enlarged gate, which meant there were more of them on the other side, more hot, pulsing blood--

“Fuck! Focus, Munson, focus,” he muttered to himself, clenching his eyes shut again.

It was one of your favorite phrases, usually accompanied by you snapping your fingers to redirect his attention to finishing an essay or studying for a test.

The memory of you sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by textbooks, made the hunger recede again, like the tide going out, and Eddie exhaled a shaky breath.

He needed to find you. Make sure you were alright. Everything else— the gates, the hunger, the wings— it could all come later. 

Because you had to be alright. There was no way the world would keep turning without you in it. So you were fine, back in the real world. Just fucking fine.

He just needed to find you. You, then Henderson. Because Henderson would know what to do. That kid always had a plan.

Gathering his courage, Eddie opened his eyes and started walking toward the wreckage of his trailer. He ignored the scattered remnants of his life, stepping over his couch sawed in half, his broken stereo system, Uncle Wayne’s hats, until he was standing on the edge of the gate. With the ceiling of the trailer— and the trailer itself— gone, the portal between worlds was now just slashed into the ground. The red glow was almost blinding this close, and Eddie squinted against the glare.

His breathing was still jagged, his throat tight with fear. Hunger was a perpetual burning coal in his belly, his teeth fucking ached, and the wings on his back continued to twitch and remind him of their presence.

Eddie was fucking terrified, just as terrified as he’d been when the bats descended upon him, tore him apart.

But that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Just you. Always you.

Your face filled his thoughts, pushed down the hunger, the fear, the throbbing in his mouth.

Just you. Always you.

“O-Okay, I’m comin’, Obi, I’m coming,” Eddie said under his breath.

Then he closed his eyes, bent down, and shoved his hands through the gate.

The fleshy material tore beneath his claws like wet paper, and he crawled forward without thinking about it, trying to ignore how birth-like it felt to pass through the portal.

Thankfully, it was over quickly, and within moments Eddie was hauling himself up and into the real world, the wreckage of his actual trailer still surrounding him. He scrambled away from the gate, trying not to look at his clawed hands, but suddenly his senses were assaulted all at once, and he faceplanted into the dirt with a groan.

It was so warm here. Not hot, not exactly painful, but enough to be uncomfortable, to make his leather jacket feel like a prison. Then there were the noises. The crickets chirping, the hum of electricity, the distant murmur of voices, of cars. Eddie could hear it all. Like it was all being funneled straight into his brain through the best headphones money could buy. It was enough to make him want to rip his goddamn ears off.

But worse were the smells.

Garbage and grass, car exhaust, fire smoke, and underneath it all…

Blood.  

It was everywhere, Eddie could smell it everywhere. The animal hunger in him roared to the surface, clocking the stray cats under the trailer next to him, the rats in the tall weeds, the birds in the trees. And…

People. Eddie could hear people. Someone on the other end of the trailer park was watching TV in their living room. No, two people. He could hear them arguing, the raised tone of their voices, but the meaning of their words was lost because saliva was now pooling in his mouth.

Their blood smelled so much sweeter. Sweeter than the racoon, the cats and rodents around him. Eddie couldn’t describe it, words escaping him as all his senses zeroed in on the scent. From the direction and the raised voices, it had to be Paul and Deb. They were always arguing, always mean, sneering at him even when he was just a boy walking home from school.

The violent image of tearing Paul’s throat out flashed through Eddie’s thoughts, and that animal hunger in him rejoiced before his conscious weakly raised its head again.

No. No, he couldn’t kill Paul. He wasn’t a murder. He wasn’t a…

Monster.

The word whispered through his mind, echoed by the whispering of the wings against his back, and Eddie whined as he tore at his hair, claws digging into his scalp.

The pain centered him for a moment, long enough that he could think of your face again.

He needed to find you. Needed to find you. Needed you, you, you—

Again, a vision flashed across the darkness of his closed eyelids, but this time it was your throat he was tearing out, your wide eyes pleading as he slurped the blood straight from your neck.

“No!” Eddie snarled, carving his claws into his scalp and shaking his head vehemently.

No, he wasn’t going to hurt you. Could never hurt you. Would rather die than lay a finger on you.

But… this hunger inside him was so sharp, so deep. What if he couldn’t control himself? What if he did hurt you?

“No,” Eddie said again, but this time it was a whimper. His tone was pleading, though he didn’t know who he was begging. Certainly not God. The universe, maybe. The very fucking cosmos.

His eyes felt hot, but no tears came. He was starting to hyperventilate again, which only made the scent of Paul and Deb’s blood more cloying. But his trailer was in pieces around him, split in half by an interdimensional gate to hell. Wayne was probably dead. And if Eddie couldn’t go to you, he couldn’t go to Henderson, so he was… alone.

He was alone and so hungry and so fucking scared.

What the fuck was he supposed to do?

“Obi,” Eddie sobbed without meaning to, all but tearing out clumps of his hair now. “Obi, p-please…”

Please, help me.

He crouched there and cried tearlessly for a moment, but his never-ending hunger wouldn’t let him rest. His stomach started to tie itself into knots, painful and tight, and he nearly snapped when Jinx, one of the park’s feral cats, slinked out of the shadows to meow at him. Eddie usually tossed scraps to the mangy feline when he took out the trash, and Jinx seemed to recognize him somewhat. But she kept her distance, meowing from several yards away, which was probably what saved her life.

Because Eddie could hear the blood pumping through the cat, could practically feel its warmth on his tongue. Saliva filled his mouth, his teeth throbbing, and Jinx seemed to recognize the danger because she turned and darted away, fading back into the shadows.

Eddie could still hear her heart pounding from under a trailer several spots down, but the distance gave him some clarity, and he shakily pushed himself to his feet.

He couldn’t stay here. He had to go. Go… somewhere. But away. Away from people, from things he could hurt.

Or kill.

Eddie stumbled out of the wreckage of his trailer and into the woods. It was only then that he realized it was dark, not full dark, but the deep purple bruise of twilight right as the sun slips beneath the horizon. The trees cast black shadows, but Eddie could see just fine in the gloom, like it was midday. This fact should have been surprising except he couldn’t feel anything beyond his hunger. It latched onto his brain, squeezing like a bear trap, and Eddie whined as he fought against it.

Once more, he conjured your face, your smile, the little crease between your eyes that you got whenever you were reading or thinking deeply about something. Eddie recalled every detail he could about you in an effort to stay sane. Your crooked fingers, broken from falling out of a tree when you were seven. Your lips that were forever chapped because you were always picking at them. The constellations of moles and birthmarks spiraling up and down your arms and the glimpses he’d caught of your back. The way you always leaned your head against his shoulder when you were too high and nodding off. The way you wiggled happily every time you had a bite of food you really liked. The way you said his name. Munson. Equal parts exasperated and affectionate.

Eddie clung to these vestiges of you like a drowning man clings to a life preserver, while the hunger, like waves, fought to overtake him. He was trying to keep his head above water, trying to summon up another memory to keep him afloat, when suddenly…

Your name.

It rang through his head like a bell, forcing his eyes open, and Eddie abruptly realized where he was.

He was standing in the woods across from your house, half a step back in the tree line and half hidden by a large trunk. His feet had carried him to you unwittingly, muscle memory from the many times he had walked you home since you lived only a few minutes away. Your street looked largely the same. There was a long crack in the middle of the road, splitting the asphalt, but the houses were all intact. And yours was a little less than fifty yards away.

And you. You were sitting on the steps of your front porch, smoking a cigarette like you were just waiting for him to pull up in his van and pick you up.

Except… god, your face.

Rage ignited in Eddie like a wildfire, and he felt an inhuman growl rumble in his chest, his claws digging into the tree trunk he was hiding behind.

The side of your face was a mottled mixture of blues and purples, and even from this distance— his vision was much better than it should be— Eddie could see the bloody and broken capillaries in your eyes. Your lip was split right down the middle, framed by more bruises, and the hand you weren’t smoking with was wrapped in a white cast that encased your wrist.

The scent of old blood lingered around you, but instead of making him hungry, it made him angry. Wrathful. Vengeful.

Who the fuck had hurt you?

The throbbing in Eddie’s teeth started to spread across his whole head like a virus, a curse. The bark beneath his claws was splintering, crushed by the force of his taut fingers, and his ears rang and rang and rang. He would kill whoever had done that to you. Tear them to shreds. Drink them dry—

Suddenly, the front door burst open right behind you, narrowly missing your hunched back by inches. A new scent— hot pumping blood, too-pungent cologne,  and fear— hit Eddie moments before recognition did.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x fem!reader #vamp!eddie munson #vamp!eddie #vampire eddie munson #kas!eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things #my writings

[succubusmunson]

All Night Long

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your period cramps are horrible but Eddie knows just how to fix them.

Warnings: vamp!eddie, period sex, blood kink, oral (m and f receiving), mocking, begging, praise kink, fingering, biting, choking, spanking, hair pulling, pet names, name calling, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, little aftercare

WC: 4.4K

(first time ever writing vamp!eddie and period sex, please enjoy it!)

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You and Eddie were on the couch, and while he was comfortably watching the old movie on the television, you were stirring in your seat.

You could feel it the moment it started, the small shock of cramps making you cringe. Out of all the times to start your period, why now when you were with your boyfriend? 

Eddie noticed you stirring, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Something bothering you, sweetheart?” 

He knew exactly what was happening, and could smell it before you came into the trailer. It made his mind race with thoughts of what was coming tonight. You were always extra needy while on your period, and his newfound stamina was exactly what you needed. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“Oh, c’mon,” Eddie scooted closer to you, his face pressed into the nape of your neck. “You smell delicious–you know that? I’ve been so fucking painfully hard since I first smelled you.”

Sure enough, when your eyes trailed down his body is when you noticed it. The bulge in his jeans was so prominent now that he pointed it out. You could see it twitch, and you couldn’t try to hide the pace at which your head sped up. There was no hiding it from him.

“Eddie…” Your voice trailed off as another cramp hit you, and he knew exactly what to do.

His lips were rough against your neck as he kissed the soft skin. Razor-sharp teeth grazed your skin just enough to have your eyes squeezing shut from the pleasurable pain.

“Let me take your pain away,” his ringed hand trailed up your legs between your thighs, cupping your already-soaked cunt through your pants. “I can hear, and smell, just how bad you want it.”

You turned to look at him, pleading with your eyes as your hips bucked up into his hand. “Please.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was throwing you over his shoulders, his newfound strength making it easier to manhandle you just how you wanted. 

Your back fell on his bed, his many pillows engulfing your body. 

“You look so good,” Eddie popped the button of your jeans, his lips kissing along your waist. “Good enough to eat.”

His words made your legs spread instantly, giving him the perfect amount of room to slot his body between them. 

“Eddie, I don’t have the patience for this.” 

“Shhh, I wanna take my time with you.” He looked up at you, his eyes boring into yours sent a chill down your spine.

This was your first time with Eddie since he came back as… this. You were scared and horny all at once. Eddie could never hurt you, but the thought that he maybe could? It was making you bite your lip in anticipation. 

Eddie knew what you were thinking, a smirk plastered on his pale face. “You love a little pain, I know you do.” 

The second your jeans and panties were off, Eddie’s nose was nuzzling against your inner thigh. He was inhaling you, moaning at the smell.

“Shouldn’t we put a towel down, just in case?” You knew how messy period sex can get. This wouldn’t be the first time doing that with Eddie.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie crawled up the bed until his forehead rested against yours and his skilled fingers traveled up your opened legs. “A little blood won’t hurt anything.”

Your thighs shook when Eddie barely ghosted a finger over your swollen clit. 

That was one of the things he loved most when you were on your period. You are so sensitive that the slightest touch had you putty in his hands. He could breathe on you, and the hair on your body would rise, and your skin would start to glisten with sweat. Eddie, undoubtedly, used your over-sensitivity to his advantage. 

“Look at you, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your neck as he added pressure to your clit. You couldn’t help but whine at the contact. “You’re so needy.”

“For you?” You gasped when he added more pressure, rubbing slow but harsh circles. “Y-yes.”

You felt the air of his breath hit your skin when he let out a chuckle. “Yeah? Is that so?”

Eddie slid a finger down your slit, teasing the aching hole of your cunt. “Why don’t you tell me how needy you are? I wanna hear you say it, beg for me.”

You put your soft hand over his rough one, helping him slide a finger in. Your breath hitched at the feeling of something being in you, helping the ache go away just a little. “Mmm, thought you could smell just how bad?” 

Using his free hand, he gripped your cheeks,  making you turn toward his face. “I do, but I wanna hear you fucking say it.” He gripped harder on your cheeks, your lips now puckering out. 

“Eddie… please.” Your voice was muffled, your eyes locking with his. “I need you- anything. Just make me cum.”

He let go of your cheeks, using one hand to spread your thighs further apart, the other sliding more fingers into you. “Now, that wasn’t too hard.” 

You clenched around his fingers, feeling your wetness and blood soak them. Your head rolled to the side, giving Eddie more area to bite and kiss at your neck. 

Your thighs became a pretty, red mess from squeezing them together as his fingers kept fucking into you. 

“I wonder just how much you can take,” his fingers curling up and making you whine. “I wanna see how long you can last before you’re crying and tapping out.” 

You gripped at the sheets below you, already so close to the first orgasm of the night. “I-I can do it, I promise.” 

The squelch of Eddie’s fingers pumping in and out of you fast echoed off the thin walls of his bedroom. They were almost as loud as your whimpers.

“Always so willing to please me.” Eddie bit harshly at your neck, his teeth barely cutting into your skin.

“Fuck-”

“It's one of the things I love most about you.” You could feel Eddie smirk against your neck, licking up the blood from the bite.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip before biting. Your mouths melted together, tongues dancing around each other. You moaned into the kiss, Eddie swallowing it down whole as if he could keep your sounds playing on repeat forever. 

You could feel your orgasm fast approaching. Eddie wasn’t letting up, making sure he was hitting that soft spot inside you with each pump of his fingers. 

“You gonna cum for me already, sweetheart?” His tone was mocking. 

“Yes, yes!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shaking against the bed. 

Eddie picked up the pace, fucking with his fingers so fast that your body shook. His thumb continued to rub circles on yours, adding more and more pressure with each swipe. 

“Do it.” His voice lowered now that you were closer. “Fucking cum on my fingers.” 

Your chest heaved as you gushed over Eddie’s fingers, soaking them and the sheets below you. 

“Oh-oh!” Your mind only focuses on the feeling, finding it hard to form full words. It felt so good to cum, to ease the pain of your cramps. 

“That’s a good girl.” Eddie continued finger fucking you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out until you could catch your breath. “You take my fingers so well.”

When you finally opened your eyes back up, you saw Eddie’s fingers in his mouth. He was licking them clean, collecting every drop so nothing would go to waste. 

He hummed at the taste of the metallic blood mixed with your cum, something he could now never get enough of. 

“That little taste isn’t going to do.” He moved from the bed, dropping to his knees at the end of it. “I need more.” 

“Already?” You had barely come down from your first orgasm. He really wasn’t going to let up tonight. 

Eddie gripped your ankles, squeezing hard enough that you felt his cold rings press into your skin. “Yes, already.”

In a swift moment, Eddie had pulled your body down the bed, your legs dangling over his broad shoulders. His face was right next to your cunt, looking like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in years. 

“You’re perfect,” he spread the lips of your cunt slowly with his thumbs, examining every part of it. “I’ve been needing this,” his voice muffled as he stuck his tongue out to swipe at your clit. 

Almost immediately, your hands flew to his unruly hair. You tangled your fingers in it, growing impatient and pulling his face closer to you. 

“Don’t be a tease, not now.” You were starting to ache with need again, and he knew it.

Eddie bit the inside of your thigh multiple times, leaving marks for you and him to admire later. “What’s the rush? I need to savor this moment.”

And savoring the moment he was. He was taking his time, looking between you, your shirt bunched up above your tits, and your perfect cunt. Eddie got lucky when you agreed to be his and took every chance he could to just sit back and stare at you.

You bucked your hips up toward his face, egging him on to do something. “Please.” 

Without any warning, Eddie sucked your aching clit into his mouth. He gripped your thighs with his hands, squeezing them while moving his head side to side, pulling your clit with him. 

“Fuck- yes, Eddie!” You ground your cunt on his face, his tongue swiping back and forth, from your clit to your hole. 

“Taste so fucking good.” Eddie moaned against you, sending the shock of vibrations through your body. You shuddered at the feeling and he chuckled against you. 

You pulled his hair, causing him to moan, but not before sliding his tongue inside your cunt. He swirled it around, his pointed and perfectly shaped nose nudging at your clit at the same time. 

“Holy-“ You threw your head back against the pillows, the pleasure you were feeling taking over your whole body. “Right fucking there!” 

You clenched around his tongue, feeling not only your blood but your wetness drip down the crack of your ass, making an even bigger mess than before. 

“Mmmm,” Eddie pushed his face deeper into your cunt, if that were even possible.

He pulled his tongue out and went back to sucking your clit. The slurping sounds echoing in your ears. His skilled fingers went back to work in your cunt. Sliding one, two, three fingers inside you and curling them right against your g-spot. 

You let out a high-pitched scream of Eddie’s name as your second orgasm came out of nowhere. Squirting over his face and fingers, coating everything. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” 

He pulled away long enough to watch as your body shook as you came. Watching you come undone was having his cock twitch in his pants, he could feel the precum make a spot in his boxers. “That’s fucking right, scream my name.”

Eddie wasn’t stopping at all, your clit still nestled in his warm mouth, and his fingers fucking into you so hard that all you saw was white before you came again, fully soaking everything below you. 

“Look at you,” he gently kissed over the bite marks on your thighs, soothing you. “So cute when you’re all fucked out from just my mouth and fingers.”

When he pulled away and you looked down at him, you noticed your crimson blood covering the lower half of his face. He used his hand to wipe the mess you made, popping it in his mouth. 

Eddie would never get enough of your taste. If he could taste you forever, he would. 

“Holy shit,” you weakly sat up on your elbows, giving him a beaming smile. Your body felt amazing, and he wasn’t even done with you yet. 

When Eddie stood up from the floor, his cock was eye level with you. Your mouth suddenly watered with a need to be filled. You needed to have his cock down your throat, to make you gag, and cry. 

Eddie watched as you got on your knees this time, crawling until you were sitting on the floor in front of him. 

“Got something on your mind, pretty girl?” He rubbed a hand across your cheek as you reached up for his belt, ghosting your hand over the growing bulge. 

You quickly undid his belt and the button to his cheeks, your tongue coming to swipe over your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.” You looked up at him with big doe and innocent eyes.

Once his pants were down his legs, you nuzzled your face into his hairy thigh. Taking your time to run your nails along his clothed cock, feeling the throb of it against your hand. 

The hand in your hair pulled your hand back, making you whimper out. “You gonna tease me or put your pretty mouth to use?”

The way Eddie spoke to you like you were a toy made your heart thump in your chest. You loved when he acted this way towards you, like you were nothing but something to use for his pleasure.

Eddie slid down his boxers, his cock springing in front of your waiting mouth. The tip was an angry wet, dripping with precum. Your tongue licked at the leaking slit, collecting what was dripping and swallowing it down. You opened your mouth once you were done, sticking out your tongue to show you that you did a good job. 

Taking your mouth wide open as an opportunity, Eddie trapped the back of your head and slid his cock down your throat. Immediately you gagged, your throat not ready for the sudden intrusion. 

“Atta girl,” Eddie just laughed at you, mocking your whimpers. “Awe, poor thing. Is it too big for you?”

To show that it wasn’t too big, you took more of him in your mouth. His heavy balls now wetly pressed against your chin. You looked up at him with tear glossed eyes as you swallowed around his cock.

“Shit.” Eddie threw off his shirt and looked down at you in awe. 

His cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, your tears staining your rosy flushed cheeks. You looked so good like this, you always looked good in his eyes.

You reached a hand up and cupped his cum filled balls, trying but failing to smirk when he let out a choked groan. 

“O-oh, fucking hell.” The grip Eddie had on your hair tightened as he moved your mouth up and down his cock. 

He gave you a chance to breathe, fully pulling you away. Your lips were wet, red, and swollen. Strings of salvia strung from your used lips to from his cock and the sight had you grinding against the air.

Eddie leaned down until he was closer to you, his breath fanning across your lips. “Does sucking my cock get you that needy?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even hesitate when you answered. 

“What a dirty fucking slut.” The hand on his balls gave a firm squeeze, Eddie’s eyes immediately screwing shut. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re so fucking good.”

You took the sensitive head of his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the leaking slit.

Eddie was close, you could tell by his stomach muscles tensing and his groans becoming louder. “That’s right, use your mouth to make me cum.” 

Bobbing your head up and down his cock, you didn’t stop. Not until Eddie was holding your head still, his cock fully in your throat, his hot cum dripping down it. His words came out broken as he could only focus on the warmth and wetness of your mouth as he came.

“I-,” his hips stuttered against your face as he kept cumming in your mouth. “S-so good.”

When you pulled away with a pop! of your mouth, you were in shock to see that he was still rock hard after he had just cum. 

Eddie noticed your expression and patted your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of stamina now, baby. I told you, you’d be in for it.”

He moved to lay on the bed, his cock fully standing up, and waiting for you. 

You crawled onto the bed, swinging your legs so that you could straddle Eddie’s hips. His hands came to rest over your own hips, guiding you until your cunt was hovering over his cock, dripping on it. 

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you slowly slid down his cock, whimpering at the slight stretch of your cunt. It was blissful to finally have his cock in you, filling you full to the brim. 

“God- Eddie, you feel so good.” You braced your hands against his tattooed chest, giving yourself something to sturdy your body on. “Fill me so full that your balls are pressed right against my ass.” 

One of Eddie’s hands moved from your hips, coming down hard, and spanking you. The impact was hard enough to have your skin stinging in pleasure, wanting more. 

“Again,” you whimpered, lifting your hips. 

“Oh, you want more?” Repeatedly, Eddie’s hand came down in harsh spanks, alternating between ass cheeks. Your supple skin jiggled under his hand.

By the time he was done, small tears were falling from your eyes, mouth agape from your silent moans, your ass was now rosy red. 

“My pretty baby,” he bucked his hips up into you, jolting your body forward. “Such a tight fucking cunt.”

Your nails dug into Eddie’s chest, leaving behind crescent moon shapes. “Please, give it to me!” 

Eddie’s hips kept bucking up into you, rolling your hips to meet each thrust. The little patch of Eddie’s pubic hair was rubbing perfectly against your clit. “Yes, oh my god- yes!”

You had completely forgotten you still had your shirt on before Eddie ripped it right down the middle. Your nipples immediately hardened from the cold air hitting them. 

Eddie’s eyes watched, never leaving your chest, as your tits bounced up and down. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one of the buds and sucked it into his mouth as you kept riding him. 

“Baby- Eddie!” You wrapped your arms around his head, holding him in place. 

Eddie mumbled against your skin. You could only make out the word “beautiful,” making your heart flutter.

Each roll of your hips had your eyes rolling back and your thighs shaking. Eddie’s cock was sliding in and out of your pussy perfectly, bringing you closer to cumming. 

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie’s hands found your hips again, guiding you up and down his cock. “Look so good taking my cock, baby.” 

“Eddie- I’m gonna cum!” You clenched around his cock, your head falling into his neck. 

“Cum for me baby.” He reached between your sweaty bodies and found your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. “Doing so fucking good.” 

You let out broken moans against the skin of his neck as you came around his cock, gushing over it and his balls. You saw stars behind your eyes and your skin was on fire as your orgasm tore through your body, making you shake, and cry out.” 

“Eddie!” Your hands gripped onto anything they could. 

Eddie grabbed you by your hair and pulled you from his neck to get a good look at you. “Jesus, look at you so cock drunk,” he soothed a hand over your head. “But we aren’t done yet.” 

He helped you slide off of him, both of you hissing from the sensation. Your cum dripped from your used hole and down your thighs as he turned you over to your stomach. 

Your hand printed ass was now in the air, your holes in display for him. 

“You’re so pretty,” his rough hands spread your ass cheeks apart, getting a good look at you. “Just wanna use you until you’re passed out from coming so much.” 

“Please…” Your voice came out tired, but you were ready for more. That was evident in the wiggle of your hips. 

You felt the rough mouth of Eddie as he kissed and bit his way up your back and to your neck. Marking you up more so you know who you belong to. “You just take whatever I give you, huh?”

You nodded your head against the pillow, finding words hard to speak. 

His hand swatted at your ass again, making it even redder. “I asked you a question.” 

“Uhuh, yes!” You turned your head to the side and looked at him as he looked back at you. “I’ll take everything you give.”

Without warning, he slid his cock all the way inside of your cunt until his balls were slapping against your clit. Your eyes shot open and your back arched. 

You were now beyond overly sensitive. Each drag of his cock, each kiss to your neck, everything was sending your body into overdrive. Maybe you couldn’t take everything he gave you and Eddie noticed it immediately.

“You tapping out?” His lips were right by your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. 

“N-no…” You wiggled your hips against his cock, your hands gripping the pillow and your knuckles turning white. 

Eddie chuckled behind you, his teeth barred as he let out a low groan. “You’re already about to cum, aren’t you? I can fucking feel it.” 

He wasn’t wrong, you were already clenching around his cock again. It just felt so fucking good and holding on was getting harder to do. 

“Just- don’t stop.” Tears were stinging in your eyes the closer you got, your toes curling with each thrust of Eddie’s hips. 

Eddie didn’t stop, especially knowing you were about to cum again. His hips pistoned into you, his cock bullying your hole. “You can do it, baby.” His sweat was dripping down your back. 

You couldn’t, not when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You slumped back down into the pillows and screamed into them. Every part of your body shook as you squirting over Eddie’s cock and balls, coating your thighs in more of a mess than earlier. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” This orgasm was harder than the others, sending shocks throughout your body and making you convulse against the bed. “I-I can’t stop.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off your cunt. You just kept squirting, making his cock slip out and your cunt now clench around nothing. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” 

He turned you over, now having you on your back. Your 

eyes were fully glazed over, skin red from sweating. You are completely used. 

You tried to pull him away, but he pinned your arms above your head with one of his hands.

“You got one more in you,” he tapped the hefty tip of his cock against your clit, your legs trying to close. “Just take it, baby.”

You couldn’t resist it, though, not when it came to Eddie. 

The slide of his cock in your cunt burned, but it quickly turned pleasurably. “S-shit.” 

Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, but his eyes never left where the two of you were connected. “I wish you could see your cunt taking all of my cock.” He slid all the way out before slamming back in, sending your body up the bed. “So fucking good.” 

Your drug your nails down his back, making your own marks on him. “Please, j-just one more.” It was all you could handle, just one more.

“Yeah?” He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed, watching as you lost a little bit of your breath. “One more, sweetheart.” 

Each snap of Eddie’s hips had the both of you moaning out, your breaths fanning across one another’s face. 

“Love your cock,” you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

Eddie went to speak but inside let out a throaty moan when he felt you clench around him again and his balls tighten up. This time he was going to cum with you, drain everything he had inside your needy, little cunt. 

“Gonna fill you up nice and full- fuck,” the hand on your throat squeezed harder the closer he got to cumming. “Watch it drip out of you mixed with your sweet blood.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans filled the room. 

“Keep squeezing my cock,” Eddie’s head fell beside yours. “Just like fucking that.” 

“Please, please, please!” You repeated the word like a prayer as the coil in your stomach tightened until it couldn’t go anymore. 

Eddie let go of your neck and laced his fingers with yours as you both came together. 

You gushed over his cock again, your mouth falling open in broken moans and screams. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth feeling off Eddie cumming inside you, emptying his balls. 

“T-take it all.” Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down with each short breath he took. “God, I fucking love you.” 

By the time Eddie was done cumming, you were numb. Your body was worn out and limp, just how Eddie loved it when he was done fucking you. 

Eddie pulled out but didn’t move from his position. Instead, he laid his body on top of yours, engulfing you in his arms. 

“T-thank you,” you tried to wrap your arms around him but everything felt so heavy. 

“You feel better now?” He pressed soft kisses across your chest, the total opposite of how he just acted when his cock was inside you. 

Too tired to talk, you only nodded your head, your eyes almost falling shut from the sleepiness taking over your body. 

The sheets below your body were covered in your sweat and blood, your thighs sticky with cum.  Eddie’s cock was also covered in your blood and cum, but he loved it that way. It was a mess, but Eddie and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Before shutting your eyes completely, you noticed the sun start to shine through the blinds on the windows. Eddie had fucked you all night long and into the morning. 

You felt Eddie scoop your body into his arms, making his way to the bathroom.

He turned the water to the bath on as you sat in his lap, half asleep.

“You just relax,” Eddie whispered to you.” I’ll clean up you and the mess you made. Maybe later we can go again, if you can take it.”

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[toxic-aries]

“ a misty memory a haunting face is he a lost embrace? ”

i'm here for the victorian vampire aesthetic

#.mood boards ✧.* ｡ #im so close to writing a fic #vampire aesthetic #vampire moodboard #aesthetic board #mood board #joseph quinn #eddie munson #arthur havisham #vamp!eddie #vamp!au #my favorite aesthetic

[patchworkgargoyle]

🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 6

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection || beta'd by: @tboygareth Rating: E || Words: ~6k || CW: blood drinking, accidental to intentional voyeurism, mutual masturbation (kinda) || Full tag list on ao3! Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio We're getting into the spicy shit with Eddie's pov today, folks! Mind the content warnings.

The research crew lasted twenty minutes after Harrington left before they gave up studying. Dustin insisted they’d checked every single musty tome even vaguely related to werewolves already and found nothing, and sitting there going through them all again was a waste of valuable time.

What wasn’t a waste, apparently, was sitting in the Harrington’s living room and watching a recorded version of Grease, commercials and all. Not that it mattered, because the kids all talked over themselves during the whole movie anyway. Though, sometimes, Eleven (and Eddie had yet to have that name explained) stopped to sing along under her breath and it warmed Eddie’s cold, sluggish heart so much that he sang Greased Lightnin’ with her. He hoped that would save him from facing Max’s brutal wit being turned on him for being a metalhead singing to a damn musical.

These children that Steve surrounded himself with–or, from the stories Dustin had been telling, it sounded like they adopted him instead–were insanely brilliant and brave, and the way they talked about Steve now that he wasn’t around wasputting even more cracks in the walls Eddie had put up to keep Steve at a distance. Not that it’d been working well in the first place. Steve himself had smashed a hole through it when he offered Eddie his own blood (something Eddie did his level best to Not Think About), despite only knowing Eddie for a little over a week. But Dustin, Max, and El, all so much more like Eddie than Steve was in school, and yet here they were, describing how he’d stopped some kind of lost swamp creature from ruining a farmer’s field, and probably being killed for it, with nothing but his charm and a big bag of compost. What a big damn hero he was.

So, sue him if he’d been rethinking all of his Doctrine bullshit. Steve wasn’t King of Hawkins High anymore; he was grumpy on the mornings he had an early shift, he indulged Eddie’s long-winded ramblings, owned a terrifying amount of medieval weaponry, and he took care of his people. And Eddie had found himself temporarily counted amongst them. It chafed and made him feel special at the same time.

Sometimes he found himself sneaking around the gym attached to the monster hunter library while Steve–no, Harrington swung around all sorts of dangerous and spiky implements in a training regimen designed to put all his rippling muscles on very athletic display. Eddie told himself he was studying up. In the unlikely event that Harrington did turn on him, of course. It was the smart thing to do.

Eddie had zoned out thinking of said training when he heard a car door close outside. Snapped out of his daydream, Eddie's head twitched towards the noise, and when Max’s did too all the kids were on high alert.

“That’s not Steve and Robin,” Max warned.

Dustin looked at Eddie, wide-eyed, and Eddie felt his hands clench in the arm of the couch. “Maybe it’s one of your moms?” he suggested, but Max shook her head. “Fuck.”

“It’s fine, I’ll answer the door, people know me and Steve are like this,” Dustin wrapped his middle finger over his index, “so that shouldn’t give anything away. I’m here all the time!” His nonchalant shrug did nothing to conceal how his voice cracked nervously and Eddie’s confidence sank lower. “Y’know what, maybe they’re just turning around and won’t even knock–”

Three hesitant knocks echoed down the foyer and Dustin winced.

Max glared, unimpressed. “You jinxed it, moron.”

“Shut up!” he hissed. Waving his hands around like a manic conductor, Dustin made everyone sit in silence while he stared at the door. Eddie hoped this would work, just waiting the person out, but his hopes were dashed when they heard slightly more frantic rapping. “Shit. Alright. Time for Plan B. Eddie, prepare for Plan C.”

“What’s Plan C!?” Eddie whispered anxiously. He hid his face in his hands when Dustin copied Eddie’s Dracula pose from earlier. “No, no, absolutely not, Dustin. Wait, hey!”

The kid raced to the door when the knocking came back and Eddie flung himself to the floor to not risk being seen. The sound of the lock was all the warning he got before Dustin opened the door and: “Oh, um. Hi there, you’re Steve’s friend right?” Eddie knew that voice. “Is he here still?”

Eddie popped up over the couch. “Chris?”

She grinned and waved, so Eddie scrambled off the floor and ran to tug her inside, deftly avoiding the sunshine, then wrapped her in a tight hug. Seeing her was more of a relief than he’d thought. Being stuck in Steve’s house without his stuff, his friends, his uncle…

“Oh fuck, I forgot to leave a note for Wayne.”

Chrissy snort-laughed into his shirt. “He called me and I told him you were okay, but I had to make sure.” She stepped back. “You do look okay. Good, actually. Even though, uh,” she trailed off and saw Dustin standing at the closed door wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie.

He narrowed his eyes at Dustin and subtly shook his head, only getting an eye roll in return. “We’ll talk about that later, I think,” Eddie said. “In the meantime, wanna help me babysit?”

After introductions were made–and El made Chrissy giggle when she bluntly but admiringly stated, “You’re very pretty,”–and they’d all settled back in, Eddie found that Chrissy fit right in. Dustin was a little starstruck at first, which Eddie chalked up to the whole freshman nerd kid and senior cheerleader thing, but as soon as she started asking about the summer camp hat he wore he started infodumping like his life depended on it. Chrissy, used to listening to Eddie’s endless speeches, participated like a pro. The way Dustin’s grin kept growing made Eddie think she’d just earned a friend for life. Eventually Max peeled Dustin away from Chrissy with a few well-placed taunts so she and Eddie could catch up.

Chrissy’s life had been going along as normal, though she’d been keeping tabs on Jason just in case, she told Eddie. He wished that hadn’t made her wince with guilty regret, but they’d fought before over her relationship with him so badly once it nearly cost him their friendship, so he kept his opinion to himself. As far as she knew, though, Jason was acting normally.

Eddie had a little more to talk about. Gossiping about Steve with her was a relief; who knew he’d learn so much about the former King in just a few weeks of forced cohabitation?

“You know, he mumbles to himself,” Eddie said, ignoring that he was also mumbling. “He’ll mumble and when I try to talk back he gets in a little snit and says ‘I wasn’t talking to you!’” Chrissy giggled at his very poor impression of Steve’s voice. “What does he expect me to do? He asks himself questions and I answer and he gets all bitchy at me. But I can’t win, because, get this, he’ll bitch at me again when I don’t respond because he’s mumbling in the same damn tone!”

Eyes sparkling with mirth, Chrissy covered her smile with a hand, her knees tucked up to her chest on the couch. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” she teased.

“I don’t like your tone,” Eddie said, eyes narrowed. Her smile grew wider behind her hand, and when she raised an eyebrow he folded his arms. “Don’t get any ideas, Cunningham.”

“No, nope, no ideas.”

He glared at her for a few more seconds before a song came on over the TV that jogged his memory and he pointed at the screen. “And you know what else he does? He sings. Into objects. Like his hairdryer, straight out of the movies like a weirdo!”

A loud snort caught his attention and Eddie’s gaze snapped to Max who was watching Eddie from the corner of her eyes with a smug, knowing expression. He felt like a deer in headlights suddenly, until Max rolled her eyes and went back to talking to El and Dustin.

“Despite all that, looks like you’re doing pretty well here. And you don’t seem, um, thirsty.” She whispered the last word with a curious quirk to her brow, and Eddie shrugged.

“Got it covered, the last time. You don’t need to worry about me so much, Chris, you’ve got your own stuff to handle.”

“Yeah, okay, my best friend being framed for murder isn’t something to worry about,” she said, rolling her eyes before turning sombre. “Eddie, I’m gonna worry until you’re safe. I hate that I can’t do anything about it.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He was always uncomfortable with people worrying over him, but it’s not like she was wrong. This was serious, the worst scrape he’d ever been in and he didn’t even know why it was happening in the first place. Dragging a hand down his face, he heaved a sigh and looked down at the floor. “Sorry, Chris. You’re doing enough just by being here.”

Her mouth pursed unhappily, but before she could say anything more, car doors slammed outside once again and Max perked up.

“Steve’s home.”

Before he could react, the door flung open and Steve stood there, his eyes darting across the group. When he caught sight of Chrissy, he sagged. Robin, right behind him, looked ready to fight until she also saw that everyone was fine.

Eddie tracked Steve as he trudged up the stairs without a word. He was smeared all over with dirt, his face grim and tense, but the walkway above obscured him from view before Eddie could get a better read on him. Robin drifted into the living room and curled up into the one empty chair, almost swallowed by the plush cushions. Dustin got up and switched the TV off.

“What happened?” he asked.

“‘Nother werewolf,” Robin said quietly, and the words spread like a shockwave through all of them.

So, Dustin’s plan had worked. The killer struck again, proving that Eddie was innocent, but also that there was someone with a vendetta against werewolves. Steve must’ve had to bury the body too, and that made Eddie’s stomach drop to his feet. With a glance up, he saw Max looking more stormy than usual. She, Robin, and Steve were all in danger, then, more so than Eddie himself was, in his opinion, and now he really understood how Chrissy felt. How could he help them, stuck in this house, unable to go out in the daytime, waiting for the killer’s next move? His hands started to shake, whether it was with fear or anger he couldn’t tell, but he stuck them under his armpits and squeezed, ignoring the way his jaw tensed and his leg started to bounce.

“I’m so sorry, Robin,” Chrissy whispered, and Robin’s head snapped up like she didn’t even realise Chrissy was there, her eyes going wide.

Robin nodded, her surprise quickly eaten away by dread and she murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Were there any new clues?” Dustin asked with an unusual amount of respect.

“Steve and Hopper didn’t find anything, but Jason Carver showed up and said some things. Steve could tell it better but, uh, he should rest. This was… hard on him.”

“Jason?” Chrissy frowned.

“Yeah, I dunno, something about finding the body first but Steve didn’t really wanna talk about it. I think, maybe, we should talk about it in a day or something.” Robin fidgeted with her rings, looking from Chrissy to upstairs to the floor.

Eddie’s eyes were drawn to the upper floor where he could still faintly hear Steve’s heartbeat, the occasional foot fall, like he was pacing but trying to be quiet about it. His lips pursed into a thin, worried line.

“He didn’t tell you anything?” Dustin asked.

Robin gave him an unexpectedly angry look, so Eddie jumped in. “Dustin, man, you’ve been researching all day, give it a break alright?”

“But–”

“Push it and I’ll tell Jeff to kill off your beloved little warlock next session.”

Dustin’s eyes narrowed, but Eddie’s serious tone must’ve gotten through to him because all he did was huff and cross his arms.

“Maybe we should go,” El said, looking upstairs now too.

“I can’t drive, and Eddie can’t until tonight.”

“Shouldn’t leave at all, probably,” Eddie added dourly.

“I can drive you.” Everyone turned to Chrissy. “I’ve got my mom’s station wagon. It’s no trouble.”

Eddie nudged Chrissy with his knee. “You sure you wanna handle these gremlins?” he teased.

“I’ll keep him in line,” Max smirked while Dustin pouted.

Dustin crossed his arms and tilted his head back imperiously. “Eddie said grem-lins, plural, Maxine.”

“You’re pushing it, nerd.”

Robin stood in a sudden flurry of movement. “Okay! Better get all of you gremlins home before Chrissy decides to take back her very generous offer. Come on, shoes on, chop chop!” She clapped her hands in a way that Eddie intrinsically knew came from Steve, and the kids all stood and started towards the door for their shoes.

El, though, stopped beside Eddie. “Can you thank Steve for having us over for us please?” She said it so seriously, so earnestly, that Eddie swore his heart grew two sizes.

“Of course kiddo.” He reached out and ruffled her long hair, and she giggled while leaning away.

When Chrissy got up to leave, Eddie joined her, wrapping her in another hug before she left. “Thanks for taking everyone home.”

She shrugged. “It’s something I can do, at least. And, well, maybe Robin can tell me a little more about what Steve might’ve said about Jason. I’m… I’m really worried, Eddie.”

“I know Chris. I’m sorry.” He squeezed her a little tighter. “We’ll figure it out.”

With the brats corralled, Eddie waved them off from the shade of the doorway. Robin gave him a short, awkward wave, a blush over her cheeks when Chrissy put her hand on the back of her seat to back out of the driveway, and Eddie filed that away for another time. Then he shut the door against the sunlight and returned to the now eerily silent house.

It was something he noticed the longer he stayed here. When Steve was away at work, Eddie left to his own devices, all he had to do was read the books he’d brought, maybe snoop around for some others, plunk away at his guitar and fill the silence with the old records that the Harringtons left to collect dust. But even with the music playing, the house seemed to absorb noise, like a museum. And there were barely any signs of life, except for the occasional bit of mess that Steve left around when he ran out of time in the mornings. Everything that Steve left alone: the whole dining room, entire guest rooms, even the hallways seemed to eat noise and repel clutter that showed anyone lived there, even Steve.

Eddie had, admittedly, snuck into Steve’s room once or twice. He’d left the door open, what was a curious, bored vampire expected to do? There, thankfully, was some personality, though the awful plaid wallpaper did its best to drown it out. The messed up bed that Steve couldn’t be bothered to fix up, a few clothes scattered by his hamper, some magazines–sports, mostly, and some gossip mags, to Eddie’s disappointment–piled on his nightstand. He didn’t bother poking around in any drawers, didn’t want to risk moving too much in case Steve caught on and got miffed.

What did Steve even do in this house all alone? What did he do before he had to cohabitate with Eddie, who, he would readily and sometimes proudly admit about himself, was a rather irritating guest at times. Eddie kinda hated thinking about it too hard.

But right now, the silence was disturbed, just barely. Eddie could still hear the pacing above.

He was torn. Something in Eddie wanted to check on him, but Steve hadn’t come down to even speak to the kids. He would’ve heard them leaving. Would he even want the nosy freeloader in his house knocking at his door?

His feet started to move towards the stairs before he even decided. Each stair he climbed, he tried convincing himself that he was just heading to his own room–not his room, the guest room, nothing in this place was his, jesus–but he passed the door that he should have stopped at. Kept going to the end of the hall, and the pacing stopped.

“Hey, uh, Steve?” Eddie knocked on the doorframe, even though it was completely unnecessary. “You alright in there?”

No response. Eddie could hear Steve’s heart, racing too fast to be mistaken for calm. A few seconds passed. A few more.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled. Turning, he was about to walk back to his room when the door opened.

“It’s fine.”

Steve had one hand on the door, the other hanging limp at his side. He was still covered in dirt; smelled like it too, fresh soil and sweat, and something distinctly off and Eddie had to fight wrinkling his nose at. It made Steve look pale, and Eddie felt that was wrong. Steve was built for the sun, for being golden, he shouldn’t look pale.

“You should shower, dude,” Eddie said, trying to a rueful smile, but the humour didn’t land. Steve just shrugged it off.

“I guess. I will.” He turned and wandered back into his room, leaving the door open, and Eddie couldn’t find a reason not to follow. It felt enough like an invitation. Walking in, he tried to make it seem like he was seeing the bedroom for the first time, but Steve scoffed.

“I know you’ve been in here, Eddie, I could smell you in here when I got home once, you don’t have to put on an act.”

Eddie stiffened. “Oh. Uh. Sorry dude.”

“Whatever. I kind of expected it.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’re placing in the resident drug dealer.”

Steve shot him an unimpressed look. “You sell weed, Eddie,” he said flatly. Wobbling his head, Eddie mouthed the words back at Steve silently, mockingly, which finally drew a tired laugh from him. It wasn’t the kind of laughter he could get after verbally tearing Frank Sinatra to shreds while they got high on the living room floor, but it was good enough. The sound didn’t last, though, fading like every other sound in this fucking house, leaving a gaping silence where they both stood awkwardly, a few scant feet between them.

Eddie shifted on his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets then took them out and folded his arms over his chest. Meanwhile, he watched Steve, who couldn’t look up from the carpet. “You probably don’t want me lingering around in your domicile, so I’ll just–”

“Are you thirsty?”

Now that, that rang out through the room. “What?”

“You spent all day around the kids, and you haven’t fed since, uh, since last time when everyone was around.” Steve finally looked up from the carpet, something burning in his eyes.

“Nah, I’m fine, pretty good actually,” Eddie stumbled out.

“You said you fed from Chrissy every few days though.”

Truth was, Eddie was hungry. It was sort of an ever-present thing, though easy to manage once he’d learned how to sate it in a way that actually satisfied him. And yeah, it had been a few days since he’d bitten Steve’s wrist, but the way Steve acted around him the next day–flighty and awkward, not sticking around in the same room too long–made Eddie less than inclined to ask for more.

“I can deal, Harrington, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Steve started walking closer. There was a determination, a heat, in his gaze that made Eddie feel a little warm and jumpy, and he started backing up. “You should be in peak condition if something happens. And I–”

Steve reached out behind Eddie and closed the door, Eddie having to back up against it, trapping them both in the horribly plaid room that Eddie couldn’t even see, because Steve was right there, in his space, so close Eddie could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Steve’s arm was still outstretched, hand pressed against the door by Eddie’s head.

“I want you to.”

Heat flashed under Eddie’s skin, his sluggish heart beating faster. “What the fuck do you mean, man?”

“I mean.” Steve ran a head through his hair, messing it up worse, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It makes me feel good–better. The bite. And, you gotta drink, so it’s like. Win-win or whatever.”

“Win-win?” Eddie said, high and nervy, “The hell? How does it make you feel good?”

“Just, please?”

His voice sent a lance of desire and hunger through Eddie’s spine. Steve’s face looked haggard, dirt caked into every worryline, but something burned in his eyes, something needy, and he was so fucking close they were sharing breath. Eddie could see the blood coursing through his neck, the artery so close to the skin, and he must’ve stared long enough, hesitated enough, that it spurred Steve on. He deliberately pulled down the collar of his shirt and tilted his head to the side, baring his long, freckled neck to Eddie.

That desperate, unnatural hunger that had haunted Eddie since he woke up on a cold forest floor in Chrissy’s arms, ever-present and voracious, grew like arousal in Eddie’s gut. Saliva pooled under his tongue and, unbidden, his teeth began to elongate as his gaze locked onto that pulsing rush tantalisingly close to his face. The longer he looked, the faster Steve’s heart raced, the more tempting he was, the warm scent of his heightened emotions wafting into the air like wine and pulling Eddie closer.

Just a taste, he promised himself. 

Eddie let one of his hands wrap around the back of Steve’s neck, fingers threading through his soft hair, while he grabbed the hand Steve was using to hold the shirt down, pulling it further out of the way. One last glance at Steve’s face, and Eddie saw his eyes had gone heavy-lidded, his mouth dropping open just slightly when Steve caught sight of Eddie’s fangs. Cocking one eyebrow, he tilted his head further, into Eddie’s waiting palm, trusting he’d be held, and Eddie couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He surged forward, and bit into Steve’s neck. The first gush of rich, metallic blood made Eddie groan and Steve gasp. Instinct made Eddie bite harder, deeper, his teeth sinking without resistance into flesh and muscle.  Eddie’s fingers clenched where they held Steve, pressing him flush against his own body. Steve didn’t even flinch, seeming to arch into the touch, panting. His skin flushed; Eddie could feel the flood of warmth down Steve’s neck from his face as it bloomed against Eddie’s cheek.

Feeling bold and ravenous, Eddie withdrew from Steve’s neck to manhandle him against the door instead, slamming him against it with a bang and pressing against the long line of his body before licking up the rivulets dripping from the punctures. The soft oh he drew from Steve felt as intoxicating as his blood. Clinging to Steve like he was, Eddie didn’t feel his hands move until Steve’s fingers dug into his side, keeping Eddie close.

Steve’s free hand clutched Eddie’s, the one resting on the unmarred side of his neck, twining their fingers together and squeezing, and Eddie’s breath hitched as he squeezed back. He laved the flat of his tongue over the wounds before pressing his lips around them in an open-mouthed kiss and sucked, drawing a fresh flood to the surface. The taste was fucking addictive. Something lurked in Steve’s blood that made the most base, monstrous parts of Eddie sing and snarl with greed, something heated and needy.

It clicked, when Steve’s hand roved down. Grabbed Eddie’s ass though his jeans to hold him still while Steve rocked his hips up, his hard dick brushing against Eddie’s own and making them both moan. And oh shit, Eddie was so hard it was painful.

That taste was desire, hormone-spiked blood, more potent than any drug or liquor Eddie’s ever had. The instant he placed it, he knew he wanted more. More blood, more of Steve. He met the next roll of hips with a reedy whimper, muffled against Steve’s neck as he still drank deeply of that heady taste, let Steve’s hand guide him this time, enjoying the thrill of being led. Until.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve groaned, low but loud in Eddie’s ear, and reality crashed down around him.

Eddie shoved himself off of Steve, ripping himself out of his grasp and pressing the back of his hand to his blood-stained mouth. Wide, panicked eyes met Steve’s, still heavy-lidded and dark but growing confused. God, what a vision he was as he leaned against the door, gasping for breath and hard in his jeans, flushed deliciously red despite being drank from like a fucking juice box. It was… it was terrifying. Fear sparked and caught in Eddie’s chest. What the fuck was he thinking!?

Brows furrowed, Steve stepped forward. “Eddie? What is it?”

“Shit.”

Eddie bolted. Dodged past Steve, whipped the door open and ran to the guest room as fast as his unnatural speed let him. He slammed the door behind himself and braced against it, scared that Steve would try to bust it down as soon as he came to his senses. And he would. There was no fucking way Eddie could get away with that.

He knew his bite did something. Chrissy had tried to do research for him, but couldn’t find much without Jason catching on, but she’d told him the bite makes prey less likely to fight back. But she’d only ever relaxed, like getting high, not–not like Steve trying to rub one out on him. Not like moaning Eddie’s name while they were so close together Eddie could still feel how it rumbled in his own chest.

Anxiously, Eddie licked his lips and only tasted Steve, wincing at how that made his cock throb against his zipper. “Shit,” he whispered shakily. A manic laugh threatened to bubble up but he swallowed it back.

That was so stupid. All of it. He should’ve realised as soon as Steve asked to be bitten again that something wasn’t normal about this and put a stop to it. Could’ve called Chrissy; she was coming by tomorrow anyway. Now he had to worry about Steve kicking him out and forcing him to walk home with the murderer still at large. The one who fucking framed him, for a reason none of them have discovered yet. He let his head fall back against the door with a hollow thud, and waited.

Minutes passed, then hours. The sun began to set, and Eddie found himself anxiously pacing around the room, packing his duffel bag then unpacking it, his clothes strewn out of it like a racoon had rifled through them all and found his wardrobe lacking. Yet through his own chaos, Eddie couldn’t stop himself from keeping an ear out for Steve.

He hadn’t left his room, not once. Sometimes he paced, and Eddie caught the occasional frustrated huff. When Steve’s habit of talking to himself kicked in, Eddie resolutely ignored it–meaning, of course, that he listened anyway but felt deeply guilty about it. But nothing he heard made any logical sense. “What did I do?” spat as a frustrated whisper was the most baffling, but Eddie refused to contemplate that it might mean anything other than Steve wondering how he’d gotten suckered into bumping clothed uglies with The Freak.

So Eddie paced and unpacked and re-packed and stewed over the countless stupid life choices he’d made to bring him to this moment until the sun was well beyond the horizon and his hair was a frizzy mess with how often he’d been digging his fingers into it. The carpet, shockingly, didn’t show a single dent with all the trudging around he’d done.

Simultaneously wiped out and still wound up, Eddie flopped onto the bed with an explosive sigh and slapped his palms over his face, grunting loudly. If Steve was debating whether he would kick Eddie out or not, he’d rather Steve get on with it and put him out of his misery before the sun came up. He didn’t want to burn to a crisp before he got to see Wayne again.

“Fuck it,” came another irritated whisper from Steve’s room. Eddie braced himself for stomping down the hall, for Steve ripping the door open, furious, demanding that Eddie leave. Instead, he heard bed springs squeak. It took little effort for him to listen closer, frowning in confusion.

Then, Eddie heard the quiet zip of jeans being undone, and shuffling. A relieved sigh.

What?

Was Steve doing what Eddie thought he was doing? There was no way. No fucking way. Sure, Eddie had been staving off the raging hormones he’d drank straight from Steve’s veins all night with little success, hoping he’d burn through them with his pacing and ignoring how he’d been half-hard for most of it. Steve had to have crashed from the high by now.

And yet. There was a hitched breath from behind the two doors separating them. Eddie swallowed, and dragged his hands down his face, letting them flop to his sides. This might be Steve’s home, but did he really have to do this now?

Eddie didn’t even want to admit what had happened, not that it helped. With Steve apparently jerking it just down the hall, though, the images rose unbidden behind Eddie’s scrunched eyelids anyway. How the blood flowed slowly over the tendon in Steve’s neck to pool in the divot between his collarbones, the dark desire in his blown-out pupils. The way Steve’s fingers dug into the meat of Eddie’s ass to pull him where Steve wanted, right against his cock.

The sound of Eddie’s name in Steve’s mouth as his lips brushed Eddie’s ear.

He swore soundlessly. Wriggling a little and hissing at the growing tightness in his pants, Eddie sent up prayers to whatever deity was listening to make him Not Horny. No thoughts of old people or relatives or complex dungeon traps could take his mind, or his hearing, off of Steve masturbating quietly just a few feet away. Didn’t he realise that Eddie could hear him? Steve wasn’t the only one with super hearing. It was rude, and terrible hosting behaviour, and–

Steve moaned softly, though it cut off like he knew he might be heard–too fucking late for that–and Eddie wanted to scream in frustration so badly he clamped his hand over his mouth. His dick throbbed, though, at the new sounds echoing his way. Wet, slick sounds.

Fuck. Swallowing down a wave of guilt, Eddie let his hand trail over the bedspread, along his hip, and cupped his dick through his jeans with a shuddery sigh. He bit his lips together to make sure no noises escaped as he squeezed himself. It’d been too long. Out of respect to his werewolf host, he’d hadn’t rubbed one out the whole time he’d been at Steve’s. Steve, apparently, had no such reservations. So…

So why not? Why the hell not. Eddie undid his fly and quietly as he could slipped his cock out, already hard, the tip flushed red. He couldn’t help remembering that he had Steve’s blood in his body now. How he’d tasted. Breathing heavily, Eddie stroked himself, thinking of the way Steve’s plush lips parted, the fire in his eyes as he begged Eddie to bite him… how big his cock felt, though it was trapped in his jeans.

The familiar weight of his own cock twitched in his hand, a spurt of precome dripping down, slicking the way. He could hear how Steve’s heart rate picked up now that he’d given up trying not to listen; now that it, too, had become familiar.

Steve made another sound. A groan, deep in his chest. Eddie’s mouth dropped open with a harsh sigh. He was so fucking turned on. The taboo of listening to Steve get off, jacking off to it, praying Steve couldn’t hear him too, made that frisson under his skin rise and burn so fast Eddie started to feel breathless, wound tight.

He stroked himself faster, hips canting up into his grip, desperate to chase the feeling as he imagined how Steve looked sprawled on his bed with his massive hand wrapped around his cock. Eddie couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like to have Steve’s hand replace his own and that image made him clamp his mouth shut around a quiet whimper. 

Eddie heard Steve swear again, his voice going a little higher, and Eddie found himself nodding, like the other man could see him. He wanted to be seen. Wanted Steve to rush in, see him furiously pumping his dick and know exactly what got him here. Maybe he’d crowd Eddie against the bed and start to take him apart with his long fingers, grind their cocks together, fuck his way inside as they kissed all heated and dirty and chant Eddie’s name–

Steve moaned, then, quiet enough that Eddie almost missed what he said.

“Eddie.”

Shock forced a desperate whine out of Eddie’s throat before he choked it off with a gasp. Oh shit. Oh shit. He froze, could tell Steve had too. Steve heard him. He knew. He felt his heart in his throat, thundering away.

Until he heard it again. A tentative, “Eddie?” from down the hall. Confirming he’d been caught. Why didn’t Steve sound pissed?

There was the distinct click of a cap being opened. Still frozen, Eddie couldn’t believe his ears when he heard Steve start up again, jerking himself off slower now, the sounds slicker, wetter. He… he knew Eddie was listening, could easily guess why Eddie had fucking whined like that, and he was still…

God. Fuck. Oh fuck that was hot. And terrifying. How the hell was this even happening!?

Steve keened, loudly, and Eddie cursed as his hips bucked helplessly into the hand still wrapped around his aching cock. This was insane, absolutely nuts; Eddie had never even thought of something like this despite his expansive and wildly horny imagination. But he followed suit and started fucking into his fist, fast and filthy, past the point of caring that Steve could hear the bed creaking slightly with his movements.

And then Steve did it again. “Fuck, Eddie,” he moaned. Deliberately. Eddie couldn’t hold back the needy cry that rose from his throat, muffled as he bit his lip against the growing pleasure sparking along his nerves. He was gonna come, quickly, felt it barreling closer like a freight train. Steve wasn’t holding back his sounds anymore either, every gasp and groan unconcealed, stroking his cock without any fucking shame.

Eddie was shaking, panting hard, losing his rhythm. Thoughtlessly he started to beg, “Please, please please please.”

“Shit, yeah, do it, c’mon Eddie,” Steve urged, “gonna come too, oh shit!”

Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Every muscle in Eddie’s body seized as he came, whining so fucking loud as he spilled over his fingers, cum splattering his shirt and soaking in warm and sticky, cock pulsing hard when he heard Steve cry out, a satisfied, guttural thing. Gasping for breath, Eddie went limp on the bed, his mind empty of all thought except for the way Steve moaned his name, how he sounded when he came.

There was no more movement from Steve’s room. Eddie could hear him in there, his breathing evening out along with his heartbeat, but he didn’t get up.

Was he waiting for Eddie? There was no way he’d go over there himself. He was still processing the everything that just happened. What if Steve had still been affected by the bite, and now that he’d gotten it out of his system he regretted literally jacking off with Eddie? More or less.

Eddie’s anxieties swirled through his mind until morning. Steve didn’t leave his room once.

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Steve x Reader - angst

"He's dead, again."

he's dead, again

prompt: angst, steve x fem!reader, "he's dead, again"

you know how sometimes inspiration takes you to a place you wish you'd never gone? yeah. that's this blurb.

please read the tags. this pained me and I am not proofing it because I refuse.

you said you wanted to help broaden my horizons with a very different prompt, and by golly, you succeeded beb haha

additional tags: major character death - twice. heavy angst. mentions of blood. grief. non-graphic depictions of death. no happy ending.

Bluey's Bird Blurbs 1k Celebration | blurb two: he's dead, again (2k)

Your heart had been with Eddie before. And it would want to be with him now, even after everything. So what else was Steve to do?

He told himself it was to save you. That he’d do anything for you— anything to keep from seeing you broken like you were that day, slumped over Munson’s limp body, wailing like a wounded animal into the shreds of his homemade t-shirt. Your face was smeared with his blood when Steve finally managed to pull you away, contorted almost grotesquely with the force of your anguish. You didn’t seem to notice how much of Eddie’s life clung to your skin; Steve stretched the hem of his shirt to soak it up, to try and cleanse you of it, but you batted away his attempts and curled up into yourself, closed away in the bathroom of that ruined trailer back in the warm light of true Hawkins. Steve coughed up flakes of the decaying fungus he’d inhaled molotoving Vecna as he listened to you whimper and moan on the other side of that wooden door, unresponsive to pleas for you to unlock it. Each one of them tried, and each one of them failed, and eventually, they wandered home to check on loved ones and assess the damage the Upside Down had done to their lives. 

Steve stayed. 

He didn’t have anyone to go back to, not the way the rest of them did— Robin to her mother, Nancy to her siblings, the kids to all their parents. Eventually, he tried one last time, scratching a dirty fingernail along the varnish of the plywood door. “It’s just me,” he croaked. “I’m still here.”

There was a beat of silence, and then another, and Steve’s bones began to numb as you became just the latest in a long line of people who didn’t need him once he stopped being Mr. Mom.

But then you cracked the door. And though the tears had washed Eddie’s blood in unnerving tracks of bare skin down to your chin, like your face was made of him and your skin was just the leakage of your sorrow, Steve still held you on the Munsons’ filthy trailer floor when you collapsed into his arms. He didn’t really know what to say— he never felt good at finding the right words in these types of situations—  but it didn’t much matter anyway. Because all you could do is keep sobbing his name over and over again, little tremulous whispers of yearning and disbelief and pure, unadulterated agony. 

Steve could swear that sometimes he still hears the sound of Eddie’s hollow name on your lips behind that wooden door echoing in his ears, like the wailing of some ghost he still can’t quite shake even now, months after the incident.

Steve was there to put you back together again in those weeks following Eddie’s death. You’d clung to him, the only semblance of solace you could find, and he’d held you, dirty and aching, as you mourned for the boy you’d lost. He knew there’d been something between you, something still tentative and not fully explored, weak but nonetheless precious. Something that surely would have grown into the purest kind of love, tended by calloused palms and soft fingers working in tandem to prune and water and coax that preciousness to full bloom. But calloused palms lay limp, face up on asphalt, never to feel the sweet caress of your lips, or to lift and cradle your cheek, or to dip tremulously to the juncture of your thighs and feel the heat they’ve coaxed inside you.

Eddie could have known the touch of your lips and cheek and inner thighs, but he’s dead. So, now, Steve is the one you kiss and nuzzle and burn for.

Such is the way of things.

It’s why he had to do it. It’s as simple as that: the way of things. Right and wrong. Natural and unnatural. 

How things are and how they’re supposed to be, and what a person can do to make them so again.

Steve stitched you back together after Munson had died. He’d been the one to shush you when the nightmares came to tear you from sleep; to watch over you in the day and night while you existed, limp and listless; to hold you even when the musk of your hair belied how mustering the motivation to cleanse it had become a struggle. You needed Steve, and he gave himself to you. Every ounce of strength he had, every drop of patience, every last shred of virtue within him, he devoted to you. 

And after months of brokenness, the fruits of his labor paid off. No longer did he wake to hear you whimpering Eddie’s name in your sleep. No longer did you float listless and limp through your daily life. You worked. You took care of yourself. You smiled, and you even laughed. 

And most of all, you let Steve love you. And he thinks— he thought— you loved him back. That was the way of things. He’d brought you back, and you loved him for it. It was right. It was natural. It was how things are supposed to be.

He just had to make them so again.

At first, Steve hadn’t known why, when you’d thrown the door to his parents’ house open before he’d even reached it, you looked like you were positively glowing from the inside. When you smiled at him, eyes big and wide and soft, he thought you were just happy it was finally summertime. But when you pulled him inside, fingers wrapped around his thumb to drag him stumbling up the stairs toward his bedroom, he thought— he thought— that maybe it was because you just wanted him. Fully and unabashedly, so much so that you couldn’t wait to peel his Family Video vest from his shoulders before pushing him against his wooden door and pouncing on him to demonstrate the depth of your deep and abiding love.

Instead, you led him to his bedroom, but you didn’t push him up against the wall. No, instead, you let his thumb drop as he stood frozen in the doorway at the sight of Eddie Munson, pale and trembling, dark eyes sunken but alert, calloused palms no longer limp on asphalt but folded in his lap as he sat on the corner of Steve’s bed, staining the comforter with deep, rich dirt.

“Steve,” you whispered, your beloved voice like reverence incarnate. “Look. It’s Eddie.”

No, Steve thought. It’s not Eddie. That thing might look like Eddie; it might have his nose and lips, his lanky limbs and bedraggled hair and cheap tattoos; but the pallor of its skin and the deep ruby red of its eyes belied the creature it truly was. After all, Steve has experiences in such matters.

But of all the things he told himself— that he had no other choice; that it was to save you from more heartache and pain; that it was a matter of right and wrong, natural and unnatural; that he had to put things back the way they were supposed to be— Steve couldn’t quite convince himself that, when you leaned your temple against his dirty curls and traced your fingers over the cluster of bats in his inner elbow, the person you were holding wasn’t Eddie Munson.

He couldn’t quite convince himself, but that wasn’t enough to stop him.

Steve feigned a relieved laugh, folding his arms leaning casually against the doorframe. “Shit, Munson, are you okay?” he asked, succeeding in sounding sincere. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Eddie’s lips tilt in a lopsided smile, though it’s half a grimace. His voice is husky, creaky with disuse, but still brash and warm like Steve remembers it. “Yeah,” he sighs, “me neither. I’m…” he chuckles weakly. “I’ve been better.” 

Steve could’ve sworn he saw Eddie’s eye’s flash, but maybe it was just something else he told himself after the fact to make the explanation easier. 

“I’ll bet,” Steve said companionably. “Hey, sweetheart—” He didn’t miss the flicker that passed from Eddie’s expression onto yours, as if bouncing from one heart to the next. “—why don’t you go get the first aid kit from the bathroom? I bet Munson here could use some fixing up.”

Steve watched as you lifted your head from Eddie’s shoulder and gazed at him for one short moment— a moment filled with eyes all big and wide and soft, the eyes he’d seen on you at the front door— before you withdrew your arm from his and rose from the bed. “Okay,” you said, smiling at Steve again, face so smooth with innocent trust as you floated by him into the hallway.

The wooden door closed behind you with a soft snap.

-

You find the first aid kit under the bathroom sink, next to a can of Lysol and a spare box of tissues. You’ve just straightened to your knees when the hairs on the back of your neck raise on end, and that’s the only warning you have before you’re hit with a wave of acute nausea, viscous as it squeezes your gut like a vice. Faintly, as if down the hall, there’s a hoarse cry and then the sound of something heavy falling over, like a giant sack of potatoes thudding in a great, limp heap upon the floorboards.

And then all is silent. 

The wave of nausea passes and the prickles on your skin ease. You rise to your feet, plastic handle clasped in your hand as your knees knock with the residual shock of that fleeting but intense sensation. The physical illness is gone, but a familiar sense of doom lingers— heavy and stifling, like that vest of denim and pins you’d worn every day before Steve draped it to rest at the makeshift grave you and Dustin had dug in the corner of the cemetery. Distantly, as you pad over the carpet of the hallway towards that familiar white-paneled door, you wonder whether it’ll still be there if want to return it to its rightful owner.

You reach the door, but when you jiggle the golden handle, it’s locked. “Eddie?” you call, brows scrunched with confusion. “Steve?” 

A chill shivers down your spine when you hear another thump, lighter than before but similar in sound, like the slump of some other root vegetable. A smaller one. Maybe some carrots.

There is no answer, so you call again. “Eddie? Steve? What’s going on?” You tap your fingernail against the paint of the wooden door. “It’s just me,” you say, wondering if they’ve also become wary of that heavy thump you’d heard. “I have the first aid kit.”

There is a beat of silence, and then another, and that feeling of doom is deepening now— ringing in your ears, louder and louder, until it begins to sound like a ghostly cry, the howling of a familiar name in an equally familiar voice.

But then the door flies open. Steve is standing there: chest heaving, hazel eyes wide, typically-golden face pale and stained with deep red that streaks like teardrops down to his chin. You don’t look at the bat hanging loosely from his broad fist, the one covered with jagged nails that he still keeps under his bed just in case. You don’t look at the dark-clad legs spread in a sickening splay on the floor where they’d fallen, one dirty white Reebok turned out as if in comfortable, lazy sleep. You keep your eyes on Steve’s face— the face of the man whose palms you kissed, whom you let cradle your cheek, whose hands sought the heat between your legs, even as you wished they were another’s. 

His name falls from your lips now as you whisper, “W-where’s Eddie?”

There will be much Steve says later to justify the way he has chosen to make things right, but now, he answers your question with simply this:

“He’s dead, again.”

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Feeding Time

Vamp!Eddie (CC) X Nova James (OC)

"You sure you're okay with.. this?" The new blood would ask, weary as hell considering he hasn't eaten in days. The person in question stood tall even with her small stature.

"I'd rather you suck me dry than you go hungry and start a whole blood-sucking rampage," Eddie scoffed playfully, bringing his hand to his chest and leaning in an appalled expression.

"Well I'd never! And what makes you think I haven't already gone on a blood thirsty rampage?"

"Because I wouldn't be able to find you!" Nova would giggle, walking around only to place her hands against the new found strength in his arms.

"Just give me a moment to shower, and then, you can chow down," The small woman offered a soft smile before heading to her shower, Eddie's cold cheeks flushing as he eyes diverted to the sway of her large backside.

...

When she came back clothed, the newfound bloodsucker couldn't wait a second longer, Eddie taking the time to smother her in heated kisses. He kisses her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her ears. His lips traveled down to her jawline, and then his hands found themselves at the spaghetti straps of her tanktop, pulling them down to expose her pretty, petite breasts. Pretty and petite.. Eddie thought it described her perfectly. Eddie continued to cover Nova in kisses. Everywhere from her inner thighs to back to her shoulders. That's when he really sunk in, finding a space free of a vein in her neck before digging into her tan skin.

Nova shivered, wincing and letting out a peep as she felt his lips to her neck and a quick sting. Although it kept stinging when he took in the warmth of her bodily fluid. Even as he was draining her, Nova's cheeks glowed a vivid red, some of her damp curls dripping into her lotion lathered skin. Eddie was focused on her smell, her taste, her consciousness. He sustained the awareness to make sure he didn't suck her dry, almost going under a few times.. like now. He grip got tighter and those fangs of his some how treaded deeper. It was only when she weakly spoke his name that he eased up on her, soon stopping all together to check on her own health.

Eddie was satisfied, looking up to Nova's recently tear streaked face. He apologized immensely, only for Nova to deny any pain or suffering. She was happy to do this, to help him, to make sure she wasn't at risk to lose him again. She couldn't take it if she did.

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