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dyhayc · 2 years

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How The Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Vampire!AFAB!Reader (Fluff, Smut)

Summary: You’ve had a hard life as a vampire. When you meet Eddie, your entire world turns upside down.

Word Count: 6.6k (I have a problem)

Warnings: MDNI 18+ only, Reader Is Old (But Looks ~20-21), Reader Is Kind Of A Perv (And Also A Stalker With A Hint Of Obsessive Thoughts For Flavour), Hand & Finger Kink, Light Humiliation (Eddie Makes Reader Beg), Oral (M Receiving), A Little Switch!Eddie & Switch!Reader, Thigh Riding, Biting, Blood Drinking

A/N: I know we’re all horny for Vampire!Eddie, but here’s some Vampire!Reader for your consideration… There’s a lot of personal headcanons about vampires in this that don’t really align with traditional vampire rules, if that’s something you care about.

In my update, when I said this was 2k words more than I thought it would be? I lied. It’s more like 4k. I thought this would end up 1.5-2k at most, I have no idea why or how I wrote so much extra.

Sorry it's kinda late, Tumblr was being a pain in the ass and not letting me log in on my computer.

@pixiehollands You asked to be tagged when I finished! :]

Masterlist

It’s been a rough hundred years. And, if you’re being completely honest, it’s been a rough life. You’ve gone through every terrible supernatural experience, from demon bites to being swallowed whole by a sea monster and even being seduced by a succubus. Okay, maybe that wasn’t so bad. Vampires are kind of the punching bags of the otherworldly creatures; too human to be monster, too monster to be human.

Before you were disowned, you were untouchable. And, now? You’re worth less than the dumb demon bats that swarm the other dimension. All you wanted was a break, a single decade without being targeted by the supernatural. And you got it.

Just… not in the way you’d wanted.

Humans. Stupid little humans and their silly little wooden stakes and silver bullets. Hunters are like children with toothpicks; they rarely get the kill. This particular group has been trailing you for the past four years. Never close, yet never far. This week, they’d chased you to a dense wood that works out perfectly for you. It’s not so great for them. The forest perfectly conceals you. The shadows and lush foliage provide perfect hiding spots. And, if you’re feeling especially lazy, you can hide by climbing a tree. Those idiots never look up.

It’s been a few days since you entered the forest. You’ve caught a few deer to satisfy your thirst, but animal blood isn’t as nutritious as human blood. Aside from the Hunters, there are no humans here– faint traces of hormones here, a few droplets of old blood there, but nothing substantial. You’d found a strangely-shaped rock that smelled strongly of lust, so overpowering that you had to leave.

Then, you smell him. A human, yes, but not a normal one. Something about his blood– it’s intoxicating. Swiftly, you travel through the forest, wanting to see the man whose blood calls to the most primal parts of your brain.

After about a thousand yards, you come across a table. Wait– A thousand yards? You’ve never been able to smell a human from that far. Perplexed, you turn your head from side to side, attempting to figure out where you are. You don’t think you’ve ever been to this part of the forest before. There’s a lot of different scents, indicating the frequency of foot traffic in this area. Yea… that explains why you haven’t come here.

A little intimidated at the thought of being seen, you decide to turn back to the hidden depths when he pushes through the thicket. A zap of fear shoots through your spine, and you dive for the trees. He turns his head in your direction, narrowing his eyes but not moving.

You stand as still as possible, not wanting him to investigate. Luckily, it seems he’s over his moment of suspicion. You watch, enraptured, as he finishes the distance to the table and swings his leg over the bench.

The chain on his jeans rattles with the movement, and the metallic clinking sounds like music to your ears. His hair is messy and unstyled– something your family would’ve mauled you over; after all, image is everything in the supernatural world. His jewelry is silver, which you’ve always found ugly —probably because you’re deathly allergic to the metal— but it’s so attractive on him. And, you haven’t even mentioned his eyes.

He’s absolutely fascinating.

The metal box he carries has a peculiar scent to it. Quietly, you sniff the air, attempting to get a better whiff, but to no avail. Your senses are consumed by the unique smell of his blood, sweat, and hormones. You’re not surprised, though. Vampires aren’t built to detect unnatural odors.

Not that you mind, anyways, just a hint of his scent in the air could make your day. You’ve had the blood of countless humans, but none of them can even compare to his. And, the craziest part? You haven’t even had a drop. Yet, your instincts scream loudly at you: this man has the sweetest blood you’ll ever taste. Don’t let him go.

You’ve never had such a visceral reaction to blood before. Sure, you need it to survive, but it’s never been a pleasure to take. With this man, your mind conjures up multiple lewd images of feeding off him that would make the most promiscuous beau blush. You, yourself, can feel a heat in your cheeks that wasn’t there before. How embarrassing, getting flustered over a simple man.

Then again, he is the most magnificent human you’ve ever seen.

Overwhelmed with your thoughts, you don’t realize you’re lowering your fangs until too late. Now, it’s really embarrassing. You’re so invested in the idea of a stranger’s blood that your body has prepared to bite. This juvenile lack of control over your fangs hasn’t happened since you were about seventy-five years old.

You need to leave before you make a fool of yourself. With one last longing glance, you glide quietly into the familiar shadows of the forest.

You resist the temptation to return to that run-down table the next day. His blood didn’t even smell that good, you attempt to rationalize, it’s just been too long since I’ve had human blood. Any human would smell that sweet.

The mantra works for about two more days before curiosity gets the best of you. Returning, you can smell the remains of his odor through the hundreds of others. Just the stale scent is enough to make your mouth water, and you know you weren’t wrong about his blood.

You hide behind the same tree as before and wait. For hours you stand until you can take no more. It was foolish to believe he’d be back. You shouldn’t have indulged in your fantasy, regardless. Humans are bad news. He’d probably kill you if he knew what you are.

Dejected, you turn to leave when a deliciously fresh scent fills your nostrils. A haze comes over your mind, pleased to recognize the man from before. Looking back, you hide again as he hops onto the tabletop and checks his watch. His arms rest on his knees as he sighs, more of a huff than a gentle exhale. He exudes agitation, the smell permeates the surrounding air.

Finally, a second man arrives. You know before he even comes into view because you can detect him from a mile away. At least the fascinating man’s animosity smells enticing. This newcomer smells disgusting– absolutely foul, like deception, desperation, and rubber. “Freak!” he calls loudly, catching the man's attention.

Your human— no, the original man replies, “Y’know I’m startin’ to think you call me freak ‘cause you never learned my real name,” he holds out his hand with a smug grin, “Eddie Munson, absolutely terrible to meet you.”

Eddie. How quaint. It’s perfect for him. Not that you’d know or even care. His name is irrelevant. He’s just a vessel for blood, a living meal to you.

The foul man scoffs, then fishes money out of his green jacket’s pocket. “For the… stuff,” he says, hesitating slightly.

He holds out the cash, which Eddie swipes harshly, laughing, “You can say ‘weed,’ nobody’s out here but us.” Wrong. “You’re lucky I even showed. Last-minute calls aren’t usually my thing.”

“Well, then, why are you here,” the foul man spits aggressively. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. How dare he talk to Eddie that way? Not that you care…

Eddie holds up the money and waves it in his face, “This is one month's rent, right here. Which reminds me, why the hell are you buying so much weed?”

“It’s for a party. You wouldn’t know because you’re too much of an outcast to be invited to one,” the foul man retorts, watching Eddie like a hawk as he fumbles around in the metal box.

“Not true,” Eddie comments, unbothered, “I go to parties all the time. Great place to sell weed.” Finally finding what he was looking for, he holds up a baggy. It smells much more substantial out of the box, and you realize this is the peculiar smell you’d discovered earlier in the week.

The foul man snatches the bag in the same harsh way Eddie had taken his money and turns without another word. Eddie calls out, “Not even a thank you? I busted my ass to get here, y’know!”

“Fuck you!”

Eddie snickers, shouting, “Love you, too!” at the man’s retreating form. He receives a hand gesture in kind. The middle finger, which, as you understand it, is some sort of insult in their culture. How odd.

In fact, the entire exchange was odd. Why did the foul man waste his money when there are weeds everywhere? He could just pick them up off the ground if he wanted some. But then that begs the question, why would someone want weeds anyways? Maybe it’s a cultural thing you can’t understand as a vampire? It’s all very confusing to you.

Eddie’s moving again, drawing your attention back to his hands. The money shuffles through his fingers as he counts the bills until he’s satisfied. Excited, he throws his hand up in the air, holding the cash up and throwing his head back, exclaiming “woo!” into the cool forest air. The corner of your mouth lightly upturns. You never knew humans could be so entertaining. Your family always told you they’re dangerous and uncivilized.

Just like his sudden arrival, he abruptly leaves. Gone too soon, but judging by his scent ingrained in the wooden slats of the bench, he’ll be coming back. Your body feels like it’s alight with energy as you leave. The gentle buzz in your bones is an excellent reminder of the man you’ve been observing. Yes, just observing…

You end up ‘observing’ him for weeks. The tree you chose the first time you stumbled across him is your favourite spot to watch. The reason why? It has the best view of him. The best view of his hair, and his eyes, and his hands adorned with rings of gleaming, dangerous silver. It’s so, so bad, the way you think about him.

A few times, you were almost caught. An accidental sniff here, a light twig snap there. He seems to regard the tree you’ve claimed with uncertainty, giving it a wide berth when he walks through the little clearing. It’s better this way, he won’t find you, and you’ll be able to watch him until he dies.

Today, you arrived earlier than usual. Boredom had consumed your mind hours ago. It appears the Hunters decided to take a break today, so you’d spent most of it making daisy chains and trying to catch animals to put said chains on them. Let’s just say it’s a blessing you’re incapable of getting rabies.

You have two daisy chains left, both the perfect size for a human-sized flower crown. Or, a fox-sized necklace, but you don’t dare to try that again. After some not-so-careful consideration, you impulsively place one of the chains onto Eddie’s side of the table.

Returning to the tree, you hold your flower crown to your chest. If he wears his, you’d be matching! Then, the realization sets in that he’ll know someone is watching him, but it’s too late. He saunters in, placing the metal box –which you’ve since learned is a lunchbox– on the table next to the flowers.

He lifts the flower crown with his pointer finger, examining the delicate chain. “Hello,” Eddie calls out, “Is anyone there?” You don’t respond. Flipping open the lid of his box, he drops the flowers into an empty space and sits down.

Today he’s visited by some repeat customers and one new boy. He looks, and quite frankly smells, young. Eddie’s reluctant to give the teenager some of his weeds, instead spending the time educating the young man on alternative activities he could be doing.

Throughout his deals, you smile softly at his antics, hopelessly clutching onto the tree's bark. You feel like a princess from a human fairytale: you’ve stumbled across a handsome man in the forest, and admiring him from afar, you swoon like a lovesick puppy. He’s just so…

No.

No, he’s the kind of human your family warned you about when you were a child. Crass, careless, cheeky, far too confident, caring enough to make his buyers comfortable around him, with an intelligence that’s concealed behind a smug grin and lazy demeanor. Damnit, why are you so attracted to him?

His blood drew you in, but everything else about him made you stay. There have been others, those who visit the table to buy weeds– again, you’re not sure why anyone would do such a thing when they’re free everywhere in the forest– but, back on topic. The others have never had the same effect on you.

Being around him is like a hit of adrenaline, your skin tingles, your tummy twists and turns, and there’s an odd fluttering feeling in your chest. You’re not sure what’s happening, you’ve never known any sensation like this before, but you do know that you really enjoy the feeling.

The effect is similar to lust, but, for some reason, it feels like it means more than just a physical attraction. Maybe it’s love? But love is a human concept. Vampires don’t experience love. Vampires court and marry out of duty to their family. Most vampires that is. Some are stupid enough to reject a marriage…

You sigh and shake your head at the memories. It happened so long ago. You need to move on. Checking up on Eddie, you freeze. He’s gone. The lunchbox sits unassumingly on the table, indicating his presence nearby. Wringing your hands, you slowly move backward, attempting to flee.

A twig snaps, and you know it’s him. Turning, your eyes meet briefly, and on instinct, you bare your fangs and hiss in warning. He yelps, startled, rushing behind a tree for cover. Seeing the opportunity, you bolt, running to the safety of the inner woods.

This is the second time you’ve lost control of your fangs around him. You’re almost disappointed with yourself. He would’ve assumed you were human if you hadn't acted irrationally. Yes, you would’ve had to explain the stalking, but at least he wouldn’t be afraid of you. Now, your only source of entertainment is ruined– what a terrible day.

Back at the table, Eddie’s freaking out. All around town, people have been talking about the vampire hunters. They visited all the churches on Sunday, preached about vampires being sent by the Devil to corrupt Hawkins, begged for the town’s empathy and support. And they got it, yes, they got a hell of a lot of support. The gullible townspeople eat up their lies, groveling at the Hunters’ feet to offer costless places to sleep and food to eat. Safe to say, he thought it was a load of bull, just some bums trying to scam the town for free room and board.

Now he’s eating his words after meeting a vampire face to face. Granted, it wasn’t for very long, but the strangest part? He’s not that scared. Of course, it’s a life-changing realization that vampires are real, but… really? A twenty-something human-passing creature that leaves daisy chains on a table for drug dealers? He’s supposed to be afraid?

He hadn’t heard what the Hunters had to say in person –he’d probably burn to ashes if he stepped foot in a church– but gossip spreads fast in Hawkins. Yet, this ‘terrifying demon’ is a far cry from the horrible monstrosity they’d apparently made vampires out to be. Sure, he got hissed at, but he kind of deserved it. Anyone would react defensively if they got snuck up on. Like that time he jumped out at Gareth in The Hideout. For such an unassuming dude, he’s got a mean punch.

Shockingly, he’s feeling a lot of guilt. With a loud, annoyed groan, he runs his hand through his hair and packs up his things. He makes sure to be extra careful with the flower crowns, gingerly picking up the one you’d dropped while escaping. Tomorrow is a new day. He’ll come back and apologize. He’s not dumb; he knows you’ve been watching him behind that tree for a while. Hopefully, you’ll come around again.

Deep in the forest, you’re feeling the same guilt. How could you have scared Eddie like that? He didn’t do anything. He was literally just standing there, and you hissed at him. Now, he’ll be too terrified to come back. You’ll never see him again. Mourning what could’ve been, you decide to return tomorrow and smell his scent one more time before moving on from this forest.

The night came and went too fast. The walk to the table is not as peppy as it once was, your feet dragging depressingly through the leaves that litter the forest floor. Typically, you’d be more careful about tracks, but it’s irrelevant now that you’re going to be leaving the area.

Pouting, you lean against your tree dramatically and inhale his scent. It smells so fresh that you swear you can hear his heartbeat. Now that you think of it, you can hear his heartbeat. Hesitantly poking just your eye out from behind the tree, you can see him. You can also catch his lack of silver jewelry. The sight brings a genuine smile to your face. Not only did he come back, but he was considerate enough to remove his silver, too?

For the second time, he locks eyes with you. Afraid of what you’ll do this time, you simply sit and wait for him to make a move. “Uh. Hi,” he starts awkwardly, wincing at how loud his voice sounds when disturbing the silence.

“Greetings,” you murmur, slightly shifting so you’re further behind the tree. It doesn’t matter if you have a soft spot for him. He could still be plotting your demise.

Noticing your movement, he tries to coax you out. “I wanted to say sorry. About yesterday, I mean. I– well, I wasn’t trying to scare you. I thought you knew I was there.”

You narrow your eyes. Why is he apologizing to you? “I should apologize. It was unbecoming and a misrepresentation of my kind to hiss at a defenseless human.”

“I wouldn’t say defenseless,” he mumbles indignantly under his breath.

You furrow your brows, moving further out of your hiding spot to educate him, “Humans are the most defenseless of the sentient creatures that roam this dimension.”

“You heard that?” he asks before thinking over your words and repeating, “Sentient creatures? This dimension? What the hell?” You open your mouth to answer his questions when he cuts you off, “Y’know what? Forget I asked. Sorry, it’s just… you’re so metal, it’s fuckin’ awesome.”

Metal? Like silver? There’s nothing about that sentence you understand. Was that supposed to be an insult or threat or maybe something else? Uncertain, you move back behind the tree. “Shit,” he curses.

“Hey, forget I said that, too. I’m really sorry.” He turns around and returns with the daisy chains you’d made yesterday. The edges of the petals are wilting, and some stems are completely withered, but they’re well preserved for a bunch of plucked flowers. Holding one up, he pleads, “Come out, please. We can be friends.”

Carefully, he lays the flower crown on the end of the table closest to you. Stepping back, he sits down on the opposite side and furthest corner. Placing his own chain in front of his spot, he continues, ”I think you’re in danger. There’s these idiots in town who say you’re here because of the Devil.”

It’s not a good idea to leave your safe space. In fact, it’s a terrible idea. Still, your body moves of its own volition until you’re seated in front of your flower crown. You can’t hold eye contact at this distance. He smells so amazing you’re a little afraid he’ll be able to see it in your eyes.

Bashfully, you slightly boast, “The Hunters will never catch me. They’re arrogant and dull. I’ve been evading them for years.” He hums, impressed, asking more questions about the Hunters. You probably spend half an hour talking with him, slowly becoming more comfortable.

Unfortunately, all good things must end. In the distance, you can smell the stench of vanity emanating from the Hunters. How had they found you? …The trail you’d left in the leaves! Why had you been so reckless?

Panicked, you stand. Eddie follows your lead, getting to his feet. “You run,” he directs, motioning to your tree, “I’ll distract them.” It’s courageous of him but unnecessary. Looking at the tree, you know you can hide in it. The branches are too high for you to reach, even jumping, so it’s the perfect spot. They’d never suspect it.

Now, the problem. You need to get up a tree you can’t reach the branches of. There’s a second tree close enough to give you leverage. Decision made, you run at the smaller tree and jump, pushing off the bark and boosting your jump high enough to reach a branch. From there, you simply pull yourself up.

The great thing about being a vampire? You can look as unassuming as a human yet possess the strength of a manticore. And, you can say from experience that they’re powerful. At the very least, Eddie seems impressed by your display if his muffled “holy shit” is anything to go by.

Your successful jump is not a moment too soon. The Hunters, armed with what appears to be everything they have burst into the clearing. They’ve got their weapons aimed at Eddie but quickly recognize him from town.

You’d never bothered to learn their names, but you can identify them by their most prominent feature. Their leader has a hideous mustache, which is why he’s ‘mustache man.’ You have a knack for creative names. He’s fortunate you didn’t choose to call him “hat boy” because the cowboy hat is really something. A bad something.

Anyways, mustache man drawls, “What are ya doin’ out here, boy?” He holsters his gun, a nasty contraption loaded with deadly silver bullets. When you were young, your family friend had been shot in the forearm with one of those kinds of bullets. She’d died, despite the nonlethal place she’d been shot. The allergic reaction had been too much for her body to handle, which is what happens to almost every single vampire shot with a silver bullet.

All this to say: gun scary. Stay away from bullets.

Eddie seems to understand this, most likely because he’d just had said gun pointed at his face. Guns can hurt humans, silver bullets or not. Fumbling over his words, Eddie finally spits out, “I’m making flower crowns?” Not the strongest answer.

The right-hand man, ‘neck scar,’ responds, “Why do they look like shit?”

Eddie scoffs, defending your work, “The flowers died before I could finish making them. Don’t judge if you’ve never tried it.”

Now, the strong man ‘skull tattoo’ says, “We know you weren’t making fuckin’ flower crowns. What were you actually doing?”

“Maybe I just like to hang out in the woods,” Eddie snaps back, “You got a problem with that?”

Mustache man steps in, “I haven’t seen ya ‘round church, that why ya don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?” Acting innocent? Maybe not the best move.

“Vampires,” skull tattoo exclaims dramatically, “You’ve got ‘em. Town’s infested with ‘em. The woods aren’t safe for little boys like you. Go home and read a book.”

Eddie scoffs but picks up the flower crowns and leaves down the path without a word. The Hunters scour the area for a few minutes but find nothing. Eventually, they head back to follow your leaf trail back into the forest.

Relieved they’re gone, you drop onto the floor below. Surprisingly, Eddie comes out of the forest and meets you. “I assumed you had left?” you question, baffled.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he admits, “those guys seemed like real assholes. Didn’t wanna leave you alone.” You huff at his lack of faith in you but still crack a smile anyways. Eddie then offers, “Why don’t you stay with me? My uncle won’t mind, and we can hide you from the Hunters.”

Caught a little off guard, you hesitate to respond. “Are you absolutely certain? When I feed, my clothes get messy. I could drag animal blood into your home and stain your valuables.”

“Half our shit is stained already. Why not add blood to the mix?” Amused at his reaction, you nod. Obviously, he’s never had to clean blood out of things. You have nothing but the clothes on your back, so there’s nothing to get before leaving. The walk to his van is consumed by silence. You hate to break it, but you have to ask. It’s been bothering you for weeks.

“What is weed?”

After a very shocked reaction from Eddie and an entire lesson on drugs in his van, you make it to his trailer. He’d also explained trailer parks and moveable homes to you since you’d never seen them before. You appreciate how helpful he is without judging you for your inexperience.

Once inside, he gifts you some clothes and teaches you how to operate a shower. You’re really out of your element. You delay your attempt to turn on the shower by about fifteen minutes, and once it’s on, it takes another five before you touch the water. Stepping out, you have flashbacks to before. When you were bathed every day by servants and hadn’t ever known dirt or grime. Those days are long gone. But, it feels good to finally be clean.

The next few weeks go by quickly. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, accepts your cover story and welcomes you into his home. The only condition is that Eddie has to pay for the higher bills, but he says he’ll do it. You fall into a routine with both of them. You spend much time bonding with Eddie since you can’t leave during the day unless you’re fully covered.

It’s challenging to hide your attraction. He’s so charming. The more you get to know him, the harder you fall. You’ve accepted that, yes, this is love you’re experiencing. And, yes, it is very inconvenient. You understand now why your brethren participate in arranged marriages and avoid falling in love entirely. It feels like Eddie constantly has a hand squeezing your heart.

Eddie likes to ask multiple questions about your life, though you suppose it’s only fair since he’s answered all of your questions about his. Today, unfortunately, he’s taken an interest in your upbringing. You’ve alluded that you grew up rich but never confirmed anything. Currently, he’s nagging you while spreading a substance named ‘mayonnaise’ onto your bread. Or is it toast? You don’t remember what the difference is.

You’re both nocturnal on the weekends, eating meals late at night. Tonight he’s making sandwiches. You can eat human food, but it doesn’t give you nutrients or aid your health. Still, it’s nice to enjoy the flavour of two slabs of wheat and all the fillings between every once in a while. Not to mention chips, which have become your second favourite food. After blood, of course.

“So, why were you hiding out in the woods if you were rich? Wouldn’t you have a huge old mansion that looks haunted? Like in the movies?” Eddie inquires, calling from his kitchen.

You scoff, flopping onto the couch. “My family does have a mansion, but I was disowned. I don’t have access to anything from my parents’ wealth.”

“Disowned? Why?”

You debate if you should even tell him why. You hate to think about these memories, but he’s always answered your questions, so you should answer his. “Well, as the seventeenth sibling of one hundred and sixty-eight–”

“I’m sorry, what?” He looks absolutely perturbed, butter knife in hand, as he whips around to examine you.

“What? I don’t understand. Why are you confused.”

“Why do you have so many siblings?” he interrogates, pointing his knife at you.

You raise your eyebrow at his dramatics, shifting to lay on your stomach on the couch. “Vampires have the same short gestation period as humans, yet the lifespan of the supernatural. It’s common for vampire families to have hundreds of children.” Your parents have most likely had more children since you left. You’re not sure how many siblings you have anymore.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he apologizes, turning back to the sandwiches, “I guess I never thought about how long vampires live. How old are you?”

“I thought in human culture it’s considered rude to ask for someone’s age. I will never tell you the exact number, but I am the human equivalent of twenty and a half years. I still have much development before my brain is fully matured.”

His demeanor changed after you’d said ‘rude.’ He appears to be nervous he offended you, which is something you’ve gotten used to. You’re a powerful supernatural being. It would be concerning if he wasn’t a little apprehensive when speaking to you.

“Moving on, I was disowned because I was the seventeenth sibling. Thus, the responsibility to marry the head of the Andilet family fell on my shoulders. After getting to know my future spouse, I declined. I felt something was off, and I didn’t want to be bound to someone I was suspicious of.”

Abandoning the sandwiches for a moment, Eddie leans against the counter. “You didn’t marry someone and got disowned?”

“Yes,” you nod, “Marriages are necessary to connect families. It was my duty to serve my family, not to act in my own self-interest.”

Hu pushes back, “Your own self-interest? Didn’t you say there was something wrong with your fiance?”

“Yes, my fiance was a serial killer,” you gloss over that fact, hopeful he won’t notice you said it, “But I shouldn’t have rejected the marriage. I disgraced my family name.”

“Woah, what?” he exclaims, throwing his hands up, “You escaped marrying a serial killer, and you feel bad about it? Fuck your family. You’re better off single than dead.”

You shake your head, “Return to your sandwiches. You won’t understand vampire culture.”

He scoffs, mumbling, “We’ll talk about this later,” as he turns back to the sandwiches. You make some light conversation to change the mood in the room, asking about his little monster game. He falls for the trick and begins to ramble about someone named Vecna.

You listen intently, though you don’t understand half of what he’s saying. He’d explained the essentials to you a few weeks ago, so you at least know the basic gist of the game.

He’s now getting more excited, his talking speed increasing. “And I’m going to make the party think he’s dead, only to bring him back– fuck!”

Startled, you jump. The sharp knife you hadn’t noticed he’d picked up clatters to the floor. At the same time, your pupils blow wide, smelling the blood leaking from his hand. He’s clutching his finger to his chest, wincing in pain. If you could, you’d feel guilty for how excited you are that he’s cut himself.

“That’s what I get for using a knife to open a package, huh,” he sighs, worrying over his finger for a few moments before turning to you. You’re too far gone to pay attention to his words, lips parted and eyes hazy, thinking about drinking his blood. Realizing what’s happening, he smirks arrogantly. Walking over, he squats right in front of you. His blood is right there. You subconsciously lean towards his fingers.

He pulls his hand back. “You want my blood that bad?”

In a trance, you admit, “I’ve always wanted your blood. The reason why I watched you was because you smell divine.” His heart skips a beat because of the admission, but he still wants to tease you.

“Then beg for it.”

Fuck. He’s going to be the death of you. Hesitating a little, you mumble, “Please.”

He responds, “What? I can’t hear you,” cupping his uninjured hand around his ear. Cheeky bastard.

Sheepishly, you speak louder this time. “Please, can I have some blood?

Smirking, he leans in so close that his lips just barely brush your own. “Oh, that wasn’t good enough, Sweetheart. You can do better.” Damn him, and his attractive face, and his enticing blood.

Wiggling closer to his body, you whine, “Please, I haven’t had human blood in so long. Just a taste. I swear I won’t bite your finger, please.”

He taps his chin like he’s considering it, making you wait. Finally, he brings his fingers to your mouth. You open eagerly, running your tongue against his cuts, moaning the second you taste him. He’s everything you thought he would be. Using your gathered saliva, you rub off the dried blood on his skin.

Wanting more, you close your lips around his fingers and suck hard, pulling more blood from his body. Your fangs have lowered, framing his digits and holding them in place. Apparently, he doesn’t get the message and pushes on your tongue, moving his fingers. You both know you’ve just pricked him, yet neither acknowledges it.

Your thighs squeeze to relieve some pressure, but it doesn’t work. You can see he’s having a similar issue, his hips pressing forward to grind his hard cock on his jeans. Maybe you can solve this problem, but you’re not sure you dare to suggest it. But then, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, and you instantly miss his sweet, metallic taste.

Losing all decorum, you let loose, dropping the formal speech you’ve always used with him. “I’ll suck your dick if you let me bite your neck.”

“Jesus Christ,” he blurts, genuinely shocked, “You didn’t know what weed was, but you know how to suck dick?”

“I learned the important things.”

He laughs, and you do too, elated you were able to tell a joke he likes. He gets up and sits on the couch, so you slide to the floor between his legs. Reaching for his belt, you push his shirt up and lean forward to press a kiss to his exposed stomach. Then, you lightly graze your fangs against his happy trail. He exhales shakily, his hand coming to rest on your head.

Unbuttoning his jeans, you pull the zipper down slowly, making strict eye contact with Eddie. He seems shy, nervous even. Oh, how the tables have turned. A small taste of his own medicine, and he’s crumbling under your gaze. Your left hand rests on his stomach, feeling the muscles contract and expand under your touch.

Maintaining eye contact, you pull his underwear down to reveal his hard cock. Neither of you look away, caught in a staring contest. Barely wrapping your hand around his shaft, you inch it upward until your thumb is pressed under his head. Eddie’s trembling now but still too stubborn to avert his gaze. Sticking out your tongue, you gently lick his slit. Finally, he breaks eye contact, dropping his head backward and bringing both hands up to hide the flush covering his cheeks.

You giggle but continue with your task, licking his tip and swirling your tongue in a figure eight pattern on the underside of his dick. Using your hand, you spread your saliva, so hopefully, he won’t be uncomfortable. You will say, you have a few tricks up your sleeve…

Some things that are great about being a vampire: one, your species doesn’t have a gag reflex because your primary source of food is blood; and two, you can survive without breathing for about thirty minutes. Meaning you can deepthroat him, and if he wanted, he could fuck your throat. Now, you don’t want to move too fast, so you opt to slowly ease him into your mouth and see where it goes.

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you’re cautious of your teeth. Luckily, like his fingers, your fangs have framed his dick instead of puncturing it. You pull back and push forward, allowing more and more of his length to fill your mouth. Occasionally, you glance up at him to see how he’s doing, but every time you’ve looked, he gets redder, his mouth agape. You’re pretty sure he’s enjoying himself.

You miss the taste of his blood, so you decide to be a little devious. You have to be careful, a tiny nick won’t hurt anyone. He can afford to lose a little blood. However, one wrong move and he’ll be bleeding out in your mouth. Which wouldn’t be so bad for you, but you’d like to keep Eddie around for a bit longer, and you’re not gonna accomplish that if he dies from blood loss.

Gently, you make a small cut that releases little droplets of blood into your mouth. Pleased, you push all the way down until your nose bumps the dark coils at the base of his cock. Glancing up one more time, he’s finally picked his head up, looking at you. His thumbs reach down to brush against your hollowed cheeks, causing you to hum. He gasps, throbbing in your mouth.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans, hands now gripping your jaw. Ignoring him, you hum and suck harder. A soft moan is all the warning you get before he’s spilling down your throat. He pants as you pull off, taking a moment to calm down. Meanwhile, you’re squirming on the floor. You want his blood. No, you need his blood.

It seems his dominance is back because he notices your struggle and pulls you up into his lap. You’re so desperate that the second your clit touches his thigh, a zing of pleasure shoots up your spine. You’re still wearing your clothes, but you’re so wired it feels like you’re making direct contact. Gripping his leg, your hips rock on his rough jeans.

He does nothing to stop you. In fact, he encourages your movements, placing one hand on your waist to guide you. He gently shushes you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. You hadn’t noticed it before, but you’re babbling nonsense pleas for his blood.

He pushes his hair off his shoulder, leading your head to the crook of his neck. You latch on and bite, the tang of his blood so much sweeter when pulled from his neck. It’s so good that you instantly cum when tasting it. As you continue to draw blood, you grip onto his shoulders, stars bursting behind your closed eyes.

Eddie doesn’t let you stop moving your hips, pushing and pulling with two hands. Whining in confusion and overstimulation, you don’t fight him. If this is the price you must pay for some of his blood, then so be it.

You stop taking blood when his grip doesn’t feel as tight and he appears to be a little woozy. Pulling back, you lap at the bitemark to slow the bleeding. He flops back onto the couch, and you follow with a little squeak because of his hands on your waist.

Now that his neck is not bleeding as much, you leave little kitten licks around the wound, hoping to soothe the irritation from your venom. He lightly clears his throat, “Am I gonna turn into a vampire?”

You chuckle. The things humans believe are ridiculous. “No, you aren’t,” you reassure him softly, “I’d have to kill you with my venom. I’m not old enough to do that.”

“Oh,” he mumbles, before speaking up again, “How old do you have to be to do that?”

“About a thousand years, approximately.”

“So you’re under a thousand years old? You’re so young,” his comment is laced with light-hearted sarcasm. “Are you under five hundred years?”

You huff, “I’m not giving you any clues about my age.”

“Oh, come on,” he pleads, “Just a little hint.”

Laughing, you kiss him to shut him up. He reciprocates, smiling the entire time. Soft and sweet, you know you’re deep in love. But, it seems he is, too.

Maybe this will be your decade after all?

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Family Values | Part One

Steve Harrington x Single Mom Reader

Summary: 3 years after the "earthquake" rocked through Hawkins and changed the town forever, it's now known as the Conspiracy Capital of the Country. Drawing in thousands of visitors a year to one specific spot, Steve Harrington's Hawk Shop: your one-stop shop for all your visit needs. Hawkins was essentially a ghost town if it wasn't for the wannabe journalists and demon hunters. And then Y/N moved in, buying the house next door to the Wheelers for herself and her 4-year-old daughter.

Warnings: AU set after season 4 and the Main cast all survived. lots of made-up lore, pregnancy assumptions, mentions of steves childhood and losing his parents in the earthquake, love at first sight, flirting

Word count: 2.5k

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It was so strange to see a moving truck come into Hawkins, most of the time people were leaving. It was basically a ghost town now, the only real foot traffic they got was from conspiracy theorists, news reporters and people obsessed with strange “natural” disasters.

The influx of guests coming through town inspired Steve to open his own novelty shop in one of the now vacant shops on the main road. Robin and Eddie made t-shirts and buttons inspired by the haunting events that took place in Hawkins, and you’d be surprised how well the Hellfire shirts sold after Eddie was in the news for murder for so long… the satanic panic was now the reason Steve made so much money.

Most of their friend group never left Hawkins, if they did it was for school and they came back regularly. The Wheelers left their house to Nancy and Mike, packing up with Holly and their things before moving away. So did Robin’s parents… she lived with Steve above the shop now, but for a while, they both lived in Nancy’s basement.

Steve lost his parents that night of the earthquake, he had no idea they were even home or why they’d be downtown when the earth opened up, but he lost them. Just like that he went from a single child to the only Harrington left in his family and even though they had their differences, not a day went by where he didn’t miss them both.

He debated selling their house, he already came into possession of all their money and assets, including their business downtown, all of which he handed out to his friends. Eddie had a studio beside the novelty shop, Nancy and Jonathan took over the newspaper and even branched out to do an internet newsletter with help from Susie after she moved to town… and in a few months, Argyle would be opening up a pizza parlour with help from Susie’s sister Eden, who had a garden salad named after her on the menu.

It was nice having everyone he considered Family all living in the same town still, Eddie and his uncle live above the studio, Argyle and Eden are above what will be their restaurant, and Dustin still lived with his mom, just with the addition of Susie and a few more cats. Lucas and Max moved into Steve's old house, equipped with a ramp for her wheelchair and a bedroom on the first floor, Joyce, Hopper, El and Will also lived there for a small price of taking care of the property and making sure Max was okay when Lucas was away at school.

Steve kinda made it his mission to take care of everyone who loved him. It was about time a real loving family lived in that house…

He watched the moving van through the shop window, it travelled down the main street and turned onto Cornwallace. They must’ve bought one of the many houses left vacant up there. It was really only Nancy and the Sinclairs that still lived north of the epicentre. The main crack ran through the centre of Hawkins, all colliding at the town hall which was still in shambles. The bell could still ring, only no one was able to get inside to ring it ever again.

The vines that were once Vecna were now nothing but stone, adhered to buildings they touched as if welded in place, a forever marker of what tried to destroy them all.

It was ugly, there was no explanation for what happened and no one would believe them anyway. They simply made do in the town that raised them, the town they almost died to save, it was their home and they weren’t going anywhere.

Steve's mind wanders back to the moving van throughout the day, intrigued by who these new people could be. Would they have children Erika’s age to repopulate the high school? Was it a newly married couple taking advantage of the absurdly cheap real estate they had to offer? Was it a single dude or a single woman? He wanted to know so bad.

Luckily for him, he’s the only store open past 6pm that offered everyday essentials. Most people used him as a corner store, so he kept milk, eggs, pop, candy bars, breakfast essentials, canned foods and bread. Not always fresh, but he sold it anyway. No matter what anyone said, he really loved his little store.

A woman he’s never seen before pushes the door open, letting her toddler in first and then following. “Hi,” the little girl waves at Steve.

“Hello, Welcome to the Hawk Shop,” he waves back with a smile. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Yes actually,” she leans down and picks her daughter up. She walks over to his counter and sighs as the child rests against her hip. “We just moved here and I was wondering if you know of a restaurant or anything around? I didn’t have time to hit the grocery store before it closed and we haven’t had dinner yet…”

“We, unfortunately, don’t have a restaurant in town, yet. We’re getting a Pizza place soon, but until then, I do have some food here,” he explains before he leads them around to the back aisle. “Does she like spaghetti o’s?”

“She loves them,” she bounces the little girl a bit, making her laugh even with her thumb in her mouth. “Too bad we can’t make a grilled cheese with it, that’s her favourite.”

“I have some Kraft cheese slices upstairs in my apartment, I’ll throw in some bread for free too, as a welcome to the neighbourhood gift,” he really didn’t mind helping them out, he would do the same for any parent that came in, even if they weren’t beautiful.

“You don’t have to,” he waves it off, not wanting to put him out. “We can do with just some soup tonight.”

“I insist, wait right here!” He runs upstairs to his apartment, thanking god that Robin did a decent grocery shop the other day. He grabs some cheese, a brand new tub of margarine and the softest bread he had before running back to the shop.

He brings it all over to the counter where they’re waiting with two can’s of spaghetti o’s and a smile.

“Thank you,” she gives him a sweet smile. “Really, this is so nice of you, she was so hungry.”

“Big girl like you? I bet!” Steve uses his kid voice with her. “You’ve gotta eat lots of grilled cheeses if you want to grow up to have strong bones and a beautiful smile like your mom's…”

She gives him a sweet smile, “thank you… how much do I owe you?”

“$2.25,” he does the quick tax math in his head, only counting the canned goods at a dollar a piece. She hands him a fiver anyway.

“Keep the change, please?” She insists.

He nods, “okay… come back for whatever you need. I’m here all the time and if I’m not here I’m probably just upstairs or next door…”

“Have you lived here long?”

He nods as he packs all their groceries into a paper bag. “My whole life. It’s been pretty crazy… but I like it here.”

“We like it so far, don’t we, Lisa?” She asks her little girl.

Lisa was a beautiful name, very common among girls her age now, but it fit her well. The little girl nodded her head, “we have a swing set at our house.”

“Oh wow, you’re lucky,” he lets her live in the childhood wonderment of a new toy. Not overshadowing it with the fact he grew up with a pool… sometimes he missed that old part of his life and being a kid. But at least his 6 adopted buttheads were enjoying his old house now.

“We’ve gotta get home and eat before bed, but thank you for all this, seriously,” she smiles.

“Have a good night,” he waves them off, watching them leave happy.

Every part of him wanted to know more. Was it just the two of them? Did that little girl have a dad? Was her mom looking for someone to spend her life with? Cause if she was he was willing to do anything for her… most people would say Steve had a problem when it came to claiming he was in love at first sight, but something felt different this time.

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When his shift comes to an end, he locks up and grabs his things, headed for Nancy’s. Robin was off at school for the week, so it wasn’t like he could talk to her about it, and sure Vicky was at the apartment but that would be weird… they weren’t that great of friends even if they were around each other all the time because of Robin.

Nancy was probably the only other person who understood him, and she also didn’t mind when he dropped by. Usually, he parks in the driveway beside her house, no one lived there, until today… his mystery woman was Nancy’s new neighbour, currently standing on the patch of grass that connected their two properties, meeting the woman Steve couldn’t stop thinking about.

Nancy has a trash bag in her hand, the moon is just bright enough that he can see them both smiling as they talk, so he parks on the side of the road and hypes himself up enough to join their conversation.

“Steve, hey!” Nancy waved to him once he got out of his car. “This is Steve, he owns most of the town…”

“Most of the town?” She repeats Nancy's words. “I knew he worked at the novelty shop—

“How’d you know that, already?” Nancy asks.

“I went over to get some spaghetti-o’s for dinner and he kindly gave us everything we needed to make grilled cheese too, Lisa was so happy, by the way,” she beams a smile at him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He extends his hand to shake hers, her skin is so soft, that he can’t help but linger while they look each other up and down. Nancy can tell already that this is going to be a thing, she knew that look in Steve's eyes, and surprisingly, Y/N had it too.

“You guys settling in okay?” he finally asks.

She nods, slowly pulling her hand away from his grip, “yeah, I just saw Nancy bringing the trash out and had some questions about getting rid of all my cardboard…”

“You can bring it by the shop,” Steve offers. “We have a huge dumpster, it’s no problem.”

“You’re too kind,” she can’t help but smile.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Nancy boasts on his behalf. “Sure he owns most of the town, but he’s given it all to anyone who’s stayed in town. For example, his parents used to own the building that was the Hawkins post and now me and my husband run the newspaper and our other friend owns the Hellfire Studios, if Lisa’s interested in learning the guitar, Eddie is the best teacher.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” she’s blown away. “By any chance do you know who used to own the Motel 6? I’m trying to buy it…”

“No, sorry,” Steve turns to Nancy, who also shakes her head. “But I’m sure I can help somehow?”

“I’m sure,” she laughs. “You get off on helping people or something?”

“Or something,” he’s honest with her, getting caught up in her beautiful eyes and how they glistened in the moonlight.

“Um, Steve?” Nancy brings him back down to earth, “did you come over for something?”

“Yeah,” he clears his throat quickly. “Robin's not home till Friday, so I thought I’d come over here to hang for a bit, is that okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she doesn’t care. “Can you put this in the can?” She pints at the garbage bin at the end of their driveway, handing him the black plastic bag.

“Sure thing,” he takes it without another word.

“I’ll let you go then, it was nice meeting you, Nancy,” Y/N waves her off. “You too, Steve.”

“Hopefully we can talk more soon?” He asks while walking back down the driveway.

“I’d like that,” she agrees and then skips back to her house.

She gives him one last wave from her porch as Steve goes into Nancy’s house, further cementing the feelings he had for her already. He’s barely inside Nancy’s place 5 seconds when she’s jumping on him for answers.

“She’s lived here 5 minutes and you’re already trying to get in her pants?”

“I am not!”

“You were practically eye fucking each other,” she exaggerates with the roll of her own eyes. “Seriously Steve, she’s a mother of 2.”

“Two?” His eyes grow wide, “she only brought Lisa into the shop tonight?”

“She’s clearly pregnant right now,” Nancy, of course, would notice that. “Did you seriously not see her stomach?”

He shakes his head, “no, I was too busy helping her… I saw she had a kid and my brain went into provider mode. You know how I get, any kid that comes into my store could literally walk out with anything they wanted, I’m a sucker for happy families.”

“I mean, it doesn’t seem like she has a partner,” Nancy clues him in further. “The moving van didn’t have much in it, and it was just the two of them unpacking it all, so she could very well be looking for a step-dad for her kids?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” he keeps his voice low. “That’s what I came to talk to you about, I didn’t expect her to be your new neighbour.”

“And she’s trying to buy the motel?” Nancy recalls. “Weren’t you talking about investing in restoring it so that more people will be interested in travelling through Hawkins?”

“Yeah,” he can’t help but smile. “I’ll call my guy down at the historical society, I’m sure he can help me get in contact with whoever still owns the property.”

Nancy and he walked through the house, towards the kitchen where Will, Mike, El and Jonathan are all sitting around the kitchen table, having a few bowls of ice cream. “Hey Steve,” Jonathan notices him first, and the others give him a small wave.

“Hey,” he takes a seat beside him, “did you meet the new neighbour yet?”

“No, did you?”

“We both did,” Nancy announces, “she’s super sweet, her name is Y/N and she has a little kid too, I think she said her name was Lisa?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles again. “She told me she’s really excited to have a swing set now.”

“Those swings are awesome,” Will adds, remembering the good parts of his childhood that he had here, “we used to use them all the time whenever Mr. and Mrs. Linder weren't home.”

“She’s really pretty,” Steve swoons. “Like, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“The kid?” Mike asks, eyes wide in shock before Will smacks him. “Her mom, idiot.”

Steve manages to laugh, “her name’s Y/N…”

“That’s pretty,” El hardly had much to add but she smiles at him. “You’d make a good stepdad.”

“Thanks,” it warms his heart. “I’ve always thought so, too.”

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zhongster · 1 year

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POST DIRECTORY:

THIS IS FOR AN ERUCTO KINK BLOG, IF THAT’S NOT YOUR JAM JUST KEEP SCROLLING

GENSHIN IMPACT:

Zhongli Burping Headcanons

Alhaitham Burping Headcanons

Top Five Loudest Burpers in Genshin

Cyno Burping Headcanons

Childe Burping Headcanons w/ Video Reference

Burping Headcanons for Itto and Thoma w/ Video References

Video References for Tall Male Genshin Characters

Diluc and Alhaitham’s Burps

Genshin Men Burping in Suits

Burping Headcanons for Kaeya w/ Video Reference

Rambling About Burpy Tighnari

Cyno Video References

Some Tighnari Headcanons with Video References

Albedo Burping Headcanons

Burping Headcanons for Thoma and Ayato

Burping Headcanons for Heizou

Kaveh Burping Headcanons

SPY X FAMILY:

Loid Burping on Command

One Shot of Loid Getting a Stomachache While Watching TV With Yor and Anya

One Shot of Loid Feeling Burpy on a Date Night with Yor

Loid Forger Video Reference

MULTI-FANDOM STUFF:

My Top Five Characters in Kink Scenarios

Top Five Biggest Burpers From My List

Video References for Zhongli, Diluc, Ayato, Kyoya, Loid, Aizawa, Alhaitham, Cyno, Cherry Blossom, and Malleus

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Nanami Stuffing/Burping One Shot w/ Reader

Nanami Heacanons w/ video reference

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB:

Kyoya Burping Headcanons

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson Burping Headcanons

Video References for Eddie and Steve

Burpy Steve One Shot

Video Reference for Eddie’s Flat Tummy Burps

Stuffed and Burpy Eddie One Shot

More Eddie Burping Headcanons

River Phoenix Video Referenced in the “More Eddie Burping Headcanons”

Wayne Munson Burping Headcanons w/ Video Reference

Steddie; Eddie Gets Burpy on an Airplane

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Shouta Aizawa Burping Headcanons

Shoto Todoroki Burping Headcanons

FRUITS BASKET:

Burping Headcanons for Shigure, Hatsuharu, and Hatori

Kyo Burping Headcanons

Small Burping Headcanons for Yuki, Kyo, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Hatori, and Ayame w/ Video References

More Video References for Yuki and Kyo

FAIRY TAIL:

Burping Headcanons for Gray w/ Video Reference

SALLY FACE:

Small Burping Headcanon for Sal

Small Burping Headcanon for Ash

Burping Headcanons for Sal, Larry, Ash, Travis, Todd, and Neil

Miscellaneous Headcanons

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

Small Headcanons and Video References for Malleus, Jade, Rook, Vil, and Azul

Burping Headcanons for the Savanaclaw Trio + Floyd W/ Video References

THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA:

Me Freaking Out About Percy and Vax

Me Freaking Out About That Once CR Clip (The Haunted Growl)

Perc’ahlia Oneshot Where Vex Helps Percy Burp

Percy Feeling Motion Sick (no actual vomit)

Vax Burping Headcanons

Thoughts™ About Drunk Percy

Vaxleth One-shot where Keyleth is into it

Vax Making Percy Burp One-Shot

Vox Machina + Gilmore Headcanons

Hunter x Hunter

Burping Headcanons for Illumi, Hisoka, Leorio, and Kurapika

THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K

Kusuo Saiki Burping Headcanons

HORIMIYA

Izumi Miyamura Burping Headcanons

OBEY ME

Burping Headcanons for the Demon Brothers W/ Video References

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi and Erwin Burping Headcanons

HONKAI STAR RAIL:

Tiny little Welt Drabble

#masterlist #burping #eructophilia #belching

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littlexdeaths · 2 months

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mari • twenty-eight • writer • aries • weak for fictional men

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precious (y2k eddie x girly reader)

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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HII!! Just sending a request to you lolol, i love this character a ton so why not request it then?? so here i am anyways… so I’ll get started and you definitely know who he is lolol…

Can you do Any Arcane Characters you know with a reader who has a Eddie Munson Personality from Stranger Things??

thanks !!

Oh do I know our pretty metal boy, thank you for the request!

Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Ran and Vander With Eddie Munson!Reader

Pairing:Jinx x Reader; Ekko x Reader; Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader; Ran x Reader; Vander x Reader

Tw:Mention of drugs, slight references of Arcane Act3

A/N:Just wanted you guys to know that I’m working on all the asks, just have a little patience ya girls computer just died and now I’m only on my phone lol🥲

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Jinx

Jinx would love you let me tell you

You worked for Silco as a shimmer dealer, and although at first she didn’t use it, after Act 3 she came often to you and a relationship bloomed from this

She loved your creativity to tell her storys when she needed a distraction from the ghosts of her past

She'd have the same music taste as you, often going to songs that have lound instruments to drown the voices in her head

Even after she was taken under Silco's wing she still felt as an outcast, so having you around makes her feel better

She loved the theatrical speeches you gave on the bar tables and often joined you after a successfully mission

Expect her to steal your rings even if they’re way too big for her slender fingers, she always says that they give her good luck

If D&D was a thing in this universe she'd be so invested in the campaings that she'd make special props just for you

She'd ask you to play guitar for her when she was working on a new invention saying that you playing was the best white noise machine she could ever have

Maybe she asked you to play while she was doing some dangerous stunt, just to come up to you and be like "Babe that was the most metal battle ever!!"

Ekko

He didn't like you that much at first, ya know, with all the drug dealer thing

But when he saw that it wasn’t exactly something you liked doing but you didn’t had much of a choice he got a soft spot for you

The first time he brought you to the Sanctuary you noticed that they weren’t judging you like other Zaunites did, they had better things to do than picking at you for your style

But the kids in particular loved you, you told them stories and thought them how to play board games

Ekko would definitely want to learn how to play guitar or some other instrument that would complement it when he had spare time

If you had a band that played in any bar in Zaun he'd change his mask and would sneak out to go and cheer for you

He also likes wearing some jewelry pieces and would definitely steal some for you when he was in an assignment in Piltover

If you somehow where in combat with him he’d be the one telling you that there was no shame in running

Your intimidating figure would be useful for when he talked with Silco’s goons, even using your bad reputation in his favor

At the end of the day he’d enjoy taking all his gear off and you taking all your jewelry off and just chilling in bed with the firelights illuminating the outside

Caitlyn

Yeah I’m a sucker for opposites attract trope lol

You two met after Vi was released from prison and went to you for information

Not having seen someone as pretty and stylish as you she was mesmerized

The way your rings moved as you talked with your hands, your loud remarks and your bitchin style? Girl fell hard

She also didn’t appreciate your job, but after spending time in the lanes she understood your side and kept your deals away from the enforcers

I can see her as someone who knows how to play violin or cello, so duets like Sixteen by Demon Hunter where she could play delicately in the background and you could go absolutely feral with the guitar are common date plans for you

You gave a speech about loving Cait in one of her family dinner party’s, which was not appreciated by Cassandra, but made Tobias know that you really loved their daughter to confess it to the whole world

She already has kind of a steampunk style going on, so don’t be surprised if she stole one of your belts or chains to compliment her outfit

She’s a bookworm, so every piece you wrote she’d be happy to be first in line to read it

After the events on Act 3 she would find difficult to sleep that fast, so she’d ask you to tell her a story or sing her to sleep

Ran

The both of you worked for Silco, so it was easy to get to know each other and have lots of things in common

After assignments they would come to you and ask for something to make them relax, and you made sure to always save the best stuff for them

Getting high together and having heavy makeout sessions

Even though they have a simple style, they wear piercings and earrings that you gave them and also stole your belts and necklaces

Every time that you’d perform at The Last Drop they’d be right beside the stage screaming the lyrics with you

If you knew each other when you were younger you definitely helped yourselves on getting stick and poke tattoos

When they had insecurities about their hand you’d always made them feel better with your compliments and maybe some of your rings to make it even cooler

I don’t think they’d know how to play any instrument, but they’d love to sit on your lap while you play guitar for them

Having pool competitions against each other with the promise of paying the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night

The only type of jacket they’d ever wear is the one you gave them once it was cold outside the bar when you were smoking and they kept it because it smelled like you

Vander

I love the metalhead Vander AU so much

That maybe in his young days before the rebellion he had a band with Benzo and maybe even Silco called the Hounds of The Underground

So when he met you he immediately took a liking to you

You helped sometimes at the bar to make extra money but quickly something else happened between you

He knew how hard things were in Zaun, so he never said anything about your deals but asked you to don’t let the kids get close to the drugs

Speaking of which it always made his heart warm how you would put the kids to sleep with fantasy storys or would always play with Powder when she felt left out

He liked your speeches, he always thought that they gave the people some kind of hope for a better future

On special occasions he’d buy some pieces from Benzo so he could make some jewelry and gift it to you

I can see him being a drummer but also having a beautiful deep voice for singing and also screaming, not going as hard as when he was younger but it was still sick

If you had a hard time sleeping he’d offer to sing for you while caressing your hair

#jinx x reader #ekko x reader #caitlyn x reader #ran x reader #vander x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane fanfic #eddie munson #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #arcane caitlyn #arcane ran #arcane vander #jinx #caitlyn kiramman #ekko #ran #vander

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lillywillow · 1 year

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We Can Work it Out

Summary: Weeks after your breakup with Eddie, fate brings you back together

Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Week Three: Something New Challenge

Words: 917

Prompt: Fanfic Trope Generator- Hard Mode: Crossover, but make it exes to lovers and hurt/comfort (Wildcard)

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Female Reader (ft. Platonic!Winchester Brothers x Female Reader)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of a miscarriage, some swearing

It had been six weeks since your breakup with Eddie. It had been over some stupid fight that you can’t even remember what led up to it. All you know is that you were now alone. Well, not totally alone. The moment you broke up, you called your best friends Dean and Sam to pick you up. Before your life with Eddie, you had been a hunter just like they were and the pair became like your big brothers. That was what first drew you to Eddie. At first, you thought he was possessed by some kind of demon or something along those lines but the truth was a lot weirder; at least in your world (if there was such a thing). The moment you called them to let them know it was over between you and Eddie, they dropped anything to come and get you. You made sure when they did come, you wouldn’t be anywhere near Eddie, knowing there would be heavy tension.

…

You were currently curled up on the bed of some dingy hotel room. With the way your health had been lately, the boys had been worried about you.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the bed.

“I’m fine, Sam. I’m just… thinking about Eddie,” you sighed, sitting up.

“You don’t need that jerk,” Dean huffed, taking a seat on the other side of you.

The boys put a comforting arm around you each.

“I still love him…”

“You’ll get over him eventually…”

“Maybe… I just thought my baby would grow up with both their parents…”

Dean blinked in surprise.

“You’re pregnant? And he dumped you?”

“It’s not exactly like that… Dean? Dean, where are you going?”

Dean grabbed his keys and charged out the door. You tried to stop him but Sam gently held you back.

“Y/N, you know what Dean’s like. Once he’s decided on something, he’s not going to change his mind…”

“But Sam, Eddie doesn’t know about the baby. I didn’t even know until a couple of days ago…”

“Oh…”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. While you loved how protective they could be sometimes, times like this you wanted to punch them.

“How about we go for a walk to take your mind off things?” Sam suggested.

“Fine. Whatever,” you grumbled.

You knew there was nothing you could do to stop Dean charging at Eddie like a bull at a gate but maybe a chat with Sam could help clear your mind. There was nothing wrong with a nice walk… right?

…

Dean came back with Eddie the next day. While you had been out with Sam, some demons attacked you. It had been so bad that when Sam took you to the hospital to be checked out. They kept you overnight for observations. Unfortunately, they also discovered you had lost the baby.

Sam spent the morning comforting you when Dean came back with Eddie. He was furious when he saw your battered state, his (and Venom’s) protective side coming out. The two brothers left the room to give you two some privacy.

“Y/N, Dean told me all about the baby. I’m going to be here for you. Through all of it. Even Venom’s cool with it…”

“Eddie, you can stop right there,” you stated, but Eddie continued on.

“We’ll raise it together. You can move back in and-”

“Eddie, stop! I lost it, okay?!”

His eyes widened.

“What?”

You could feel tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Yesterday, I went for a walk with Sam. We got jumped by some demons who thought they were hot shit… Maybe I got careless or sloppy but I got jumped. I was bleeding pretty badly… Anyway, I went to the hospital and they confirmed it. I lost the baby… So whatever obligations you think you may have, you’re off the hook.”

Before you knew it, Eddie pulled you into his arms. You were surprised at first but then melted into his embrace like old times. The tears started flowing before you could stop them. Eddie held you close just like he did before.

“I’m sorry for everything, Y/N. I never really wanted to break up. I… I don’t know what happened back then…”

“I don’t either…” you confessed.

“I still love you… Venom loves you too.”

“I love you both too,” you smiled through your tears.

“Can we try again? I don’t ever want to lose you again…” Eddie said with all honesty, tears also going down his cheeks.

“I don’t want to lose you again either… you’re one of the best relationships I’ve ever had.”

The pair of you stood there holding each other, just happy to be once again to be in each other’s arms.

After a while, you talked things out and you convinced the Winchesters that you would be okay with Eddie. They warned him that if he ever hurt you again, they would be back in a heartbeat. Hell, even Venom threatened Eddie if he ever broke your heart. As long as you continued to talk things through, you felt like everything would be okay.

#navy and roo sleepover #week 3 #We Can Work it Out #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #navy and roo's sleepover

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winnifredburkleismyhero · 2 years

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The Voice of an Angel

The Voice of an Angel – (Chapter 1)

(Modern / Neighbor / Apartment AU)

Summary: After moving into a new place, Reader hears her neighbor (Eddie) singing, through the wall of the apartment. She knows the song, so she sings along. An unexpected duet ensues.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Pronouns used: She/Her)

Warnings: Drinking is mentioned (Eddie / Reader are over 21) & mention of Cursing (no actual swearing)

Song Lyrics: Driving Nails by Demon Hunter

Author’s Note: I had this idea that Eddie is totally the type who sings in the shower. I love the idea of meeting someone for the first time without actually being able to see the person… like it’s mysterious and exciting. This was originally going to be a drabble or a one shot, but Eddie and Reader were just begging for more of a story than that. There will be some serious themes in later chapters, so definitely pay attention to the warnings on each chapter! As always, all mistakes are mine. And the photo edit is mine, made from pictures off of Pinterest.

Feedback is meaningful and appreciated!!! ❤️

(I do not consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If my work is found anywhere else but here, it has been reposted without my permission. )

Reader’s POV

New city, new apartment, new start? The little nondescript apartment complex on the northeast side of Indianapolis was as far from your home in North Manchester as you could get on your small budget. Looking up at the three story brick building, you sat in your car, willing your mind to let go of the past year. As you get out of the car, a warm fall breeze stirs your hair around your face, and you take a deep, steadying breath.

Hopefully, you pick up the last box from next to your beat up little car, and head up the outside stairs, walking down the corridor past the door of your new neighbor. Coming into your new home, you feel a little overwhelmed. Shutting the front door with a sigh, you gazed around at the stacks of boxes in your new living room, trying to decide which room in the two bedroom apartment to start unpacking first.

Finding a box labeled ‘Bathroom’, you headed down the hallway and turned on the light in the small bathroom. Sitting down on the faded linoleum tile floor with the box in front of the cupboard under the sink, you slice open the box and start pulling your stuff out. As you organize the things under the sink, you notice that over the sounds of creaky pipes and running water you can hear music, like someone singing. Loudly. In the shower maybe. Probably whoever lives in the apartment directly next to yours.

I was the light / I was the quiet heart / I was the place we used to dwell. / And when the cold would tear your life apart, / I was the warmth that you had felt

The voice is male, rich and full, loud yet soulful, and as you listen, you realize that you know the song your new neighbor is singing. Interesting that you’ve moved in next to someone who knows the metal band Demon Hunter. His voice makes you shiver a bit, intense but hypnotizing, making the song seem new and exciting to you. Humming along to yourself as you organize your stuff in the cupboard, you get a little lost in the lyrics.

What have I become? / Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind. / What have I become? / Something else inside… / It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. / Driving nails into my soul / Something inside…

Impulsively, you decide that you’ll join in singing when he gets to the second verse. Closing your eyes, tilting your head back, and lifting your voice to belt out the next words along with him, you sing:

I was the blood inside your broken heart / I was the stone that you had held

You hear a thud, like something was dropped, a few grumbled curse words, the water shuts off, then silence. Afraid of losing your nerve, you continue the song…

What have I become? /Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind. / What have I become? / Something else inside… / It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. / Driving nails into my soul / Something else inside...

His voice joins yours again, tentatively at first, then louder. You smile to yourself as his voice blends with yours.

It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside…

It’s a strangely intimate experience, sharing a duet with a mysterious stranger, separated only by a thin apartment wall. You feel a little bit better now, less lonely maybe. Music has always been one of the constants in your life, especially when things got tough. As the song is ending, you wonder what he is like, this metalhead neighbor of yours. You wonder if it’ll be awkward to meet him after singing with him.

I close my eyes / Search for you / Retracing every step

Maybe it’s easier to connect when you can’t see the other person. You don’t exactly have the best luck with men or relationships. Is this weird for him too? You muse to yourself as you finally empty the packing box in your lap.

It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside…

Standing up to go back to the living room, you and your neighbor finish the last refrain of the song. His sweet voice gives you goosebumps, the good kind that you often get when listening to music. In fact, if you wanted to be cliché about it, you would swear he had a voice like honey.

Nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something else inside… It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside.

How were you to know that you’d be moving in next to a guy with the voice of an angel?

Eddie’s POV

Eddie Munson had had quite a long day at the garage, where he’d worked for the last five years. A long day full of noise and stress and hard work. Parking his van next to a beat up little car that he didn’t recognize, he headed up the stairs to his second floor apartment. He wanted nothing more than a shower, a beer, and a quiet evening alone at home. Dropping his keys and phone on the kitchen counter, he opened the fridge and grabbed a can. Popping the top of his beer, he made his way back to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Eddie kicked off his shoes in the direction of his closet, shed his grimy, greasy work clothes, and headed to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he lets the water get hot and then steps into the tub, taking his drink with him. Standing directly under the stream, as the water runs through his long brown curls, he hummed to himself, then started singing:

I was the light / I was the quiet heart / I was the place we used to dwell. / And when the cold would tear your life apart, / I was the warmth that you had felt

He loved the acoustics of singing metal in the shower, as the hot water washed away everything from the day. Just filling the small bathroom with the sound of music, drinking his beer, and relaxing.

Suddenly a strong, sweet, emotional female voice, coming from the apartment directly next to his, is belting out the next words of the song…

I was the blood inside your broken heart / I was the stone that you had held

Thud! Startled, Eddie drops his can of beer, curses, and picks up his drink. Then he shuts off the shower and stands there in stunned silence. Thinking he was hearing things, he waits until you continue the song…

What have I become? /Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind. / What have I become? / Something else inside… / It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. / Driving nails into my soul / Something else inside...

He starts singing again, joining in with your lovely voice. He grins to himself as the two of you sing together.

It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside…

He hadn’t realized that anyone had actually moved in next door, much less a fellow metal lover. A girl who shares his taste in music is definitely not what he was expecting. He is convinced he has to meet her. As soon as possible. But he doesn’t want the song to end. How to even introduce himself? He wraps himself in his towel and steps out of the tub.

I close my eyes / Search for you / Retracing every step

Excitement rushes through him as the song comes to its final chorus. Grinning at his blurry reflection in the foggy mirror, he decides that this is so much better than a quiet evening. He grabs a smaller towel and squeezes the water out of his curly hair.

It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside…

There’s something about sharing a song with someone else. He can’t even explain it aloud, it’s something he feels inside. Closing his eyes, listening to you. Plus it definitely doesn’t hurt that your voice reminds him of the stars above. And he’d give just about anything to hear it again.

Nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something else inside… It’s driving nails into my soul / Angels from my door. Driving nails into my soul / Something inside.

He simply can’t wait to meet you, his new neighbor, who has the voice of an angel.

Eddie Munson Taglist:

@sweetpeapod

@saramelaniemoon

@eponaartemisa

@onehotgreasymechanic

@apolixyan

(Chapter 2 is out now! Read it at the link below!)

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things au #modern au #neighbor au #apartment au #mechanic!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #series #lyrics #stranger things fanfiction #kat writes stuff

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