#kas eddie series
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• AS THE WORLD BURNS •
pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader
summary: the consequences of love are not always easy...
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, season 4 spoilers, violence (vecna level), gore (blood), choking, angst/hate, near death scenarios, toxic/anti-hero relationship, y/n count: 1, etc.
word count: ~9.2k
reblogs, comments, & thoughts are so so shmo appreciated
• stories of eddie munson series • season two • previous part •
note: herro! it feels so good to post again! lots to unpack in this part and its quite long! i apologize if its a bit confusing with referring to some memories. as always, feel free to share your thoughts or ask any questions you may have! i did want to share that my characterization of vecna is probably on another level and die hard v-daddy fans may not enjoy this version - fair warning. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!
Screams. Screams gargle out of your throat before you even notice. Your heart beats heavily within your chest. The pain shoots up your thigh and into your stomach, as well as down your entire right leg. Your hands push against his head fiercely. You are desperate to rip his teeth off your thigh. You feel his mouth latch harder onto your skin, causing a screech to escape your lips. The blood slowly trickles down your leg, an uncomfortable and nerve-wracking feeling. You scream, “Kas,” as you struggle against him.
Your head shoots up, looking for something to help you - anything. You reach up to grab a baluster off the staircase. You pull as hard as you can in hopes of ripping it off the handrail. With eyes desperately searching for a weapon, your gaze falls upon Vecna. A sickening smile before you. His eyes completely fixated on Kas and his heavy bite against your thigh. Your stomach drops as you stare into the burned pile of flesh before you. He is enjoying this. It disgusts you. Anger slowly fills your body as you struggle against holding the wood above you.
With a yell, you release all your undeniable anger. Your body tensing. Your muscles firm. You rip the baluster out from the stairs and drop it heavily against the back of Kas’ head. He shuffles back on his knees. A hand quickly pressing against the mark you made on his cranium. The blunt weapon falls from your hands as he releases his grasp on your thighs.
His eyes slowly raise to you. Those brown chocolate eyes now indiscernible. Red replaces his honey - his sweetness, his innocence. Another stab in the chest, reminding you that Eddie is no longer. You hope he found peace, and that you will see him soon.
“You bitch,” Kas hisses out. “Fuck you,” you mutter with heavy annunciation on the f. Fueled with anger and pointing towards Vecna, you add, “Funny you’re calling me the bitch when you’re so clearly his. You’re a fucking puppet and a fucking disgrace to Eddie.” He stands up, a finger to your face, as his nostrils flare.
His quick movements scare you as you wince in his presence. He steps forward in your space. You try to hold your ground, but you step back defensively. “Watch your mouth,” he demands. “Why? Aren’t you about to kill me? I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do with my last moments,” you scream back. The anger now rings true throughout your body as you take a step forward.
Kas steps back, sucking his tongue to his teeth as a slow smirk appears on his right side. “You have no control here,” he says calmly. Your eyes squint with rage. “You don’t get to decide whether or not you speak before you die. I could just as easily bite off your tongue or rip away a chunk of your cheek,” he lists off as he runs a finger down your cheek bone. You pull away sharply, only making him smile more. “I’d like to see you try to speak then.” You breathe out heavily through your nostrils as you struggle to keep your body from shaking. You refuse to let him see the fear he causes within you.
“Oh, and one more thing, darlin’,” he states. His index finger and thumb squeezing your chin as he pulls your attention back on him. You struggle to pull away, pain radiating across your jaw, but he holds you right where he wants you. “Eddie was the fucking disgrace. Everything he did and everyone he loved led to him being left to die on that floor,” he continues with a laugh. He takes another step forward, only a mere inch or two away from your face. “What disgrace? You couldn’t even save him. Where were you, huh?” he taunts. “Where were you when he was dying on that slab of concrete? Where were you when he was calling out for you, desperate to have you sit by his side as he left this world? Where were you when he was screaming your name-”
You slap him, hard, before you even knew it. The burning on your palm fuels the hate you feel so deeply within your heart. Kas is stunned before you. His hand retreating as it applies pressure against his face. Shock courses through your mind that he was seemingly bothered. You can barely see out of the tears piling within your eyes, but a part of you worries if you went too far. That very same part replays the unforgivable words spoken, and you are reminded of your hate.
“You disgusting bastard,” you mutter. “Why does it bother you SO much when I talk about him? Is it the constant reminder that, even though he’s gone, he is and always will be a better man than you? Is it because you know the love we had and how you’ll never have it?” A smirk suddenly falls upon your face. Your own eyes turning red, if they could. “Or is it because you know how much better he is at fucking me? That I faked it-“
Kas’ hand immediately rushes to your throat. You gasp, letting out your final breath. The pain is excruciating, but completely worth it. You give him a deep smile as you watch the anger flow into his eyes. “Do you ever stop talking?” he spits out through gritted teeth. “Fuck you, Munson,” you grumble out, twisting the knife in his side. He squeezes harder in retaliation and you immediately feel faint. You choke, heavily. Fear in your eyes as you feel the blood halting at your neck, disconnecting from your brain.
You are going to die, but you already knew that. You haven’t said everything you needed to say. One last love note to beautiful Eddie before you see him again.
And almost like a switch, Kas’ eyes widen at your reddened and horrified face. He pulls back his hand violently. You immediately collapse to your knees, choking out heaving breaths as your finger nails dig into the hardwood floor.
Kas steps back, a traumatized look to his face. Never once has he felt regret. Never once has he experienced the fear that spreads like wildfire in his victims’ eyes. And he did this to YOU. The one person in this world that he doesn’t hate with every fiber of his being. Your words stung, hurt like a mother fucker, but he knew they were just words. He loves you, but you make him so angry. And he feels everything so deeply now - now that he knows. He regrets it. He regrets hurting you like that, despite having every intention to kill you at that very moment.
“Kas, what did I say about playing with your food?” Vecna asks amusingly. His voice careless, as though he has better things to do. It pulls Kas out of his thoughts, which was his intention. You shoot your head towards him, giving him the deadliest stare you could muster. “I am not food, you fucked up burnt pile of shit,” you scream. You are tired of him, tired of him enjoying your death. There is no way in hell you would be letting anyone minimize your existence, certainly not this skinless fuck.
Vecna’s eyes fall on you sharply. The muscles of his brow pulling together as his haunting stare consumes you. You gasp in response as your heart races. His hand slowly raises. With that, Kas’ face turns pale. He immediately turns to you, trying to push you out of the way, but it was too late. An invisible force floats you in the air. Your breath halts as you attempt to tremble, but you can’t even do that. Your arms are spread from your torso as your heels click together. Your eyes peer down at that horrible face, seeing nothing but absolute ruthlessness.
Kas watches a tear fall down your cheek as you struggle to grasp an understanding of what was occurring. His heart sinks as he watches you raise. He knows what happens after this. He usually enjoys the brutality, mentally taking notes, but as he watches you there, bright flashes wrack his head.
He pins his chin to his shoulder as he receives painful glints of a blonde girl. He is brought back to the living room that will never be the same again. She floats above, just as you are now. He feels the fear, the terror envelope his body. An involuntary hand hits his chest. Screams, he is screaming.
The girl he has known since the fourth grade is dying right above him, and he cannot do anything about it. She is the nicest girl, always has been. Anger, resentment, the need to have justice fills his soul. She did not deserve this. She was innocent, absolutely innocent.
Like you… you didn’t deserve this.
It did not matter how much you hurt him. How much you broke his heart. How much he despises your existence. How much regret he holds from saving your life that first night. You were innocent. He should have never brought you here. He should have left you alone. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Kas stands beside Vecna with eyes of horror. His widening gaze peering up at your body as he attempts to process the sight before him. You are conscious. Why is Vecna leaving you conscious? His eyelashes fluttering as tears well in them. What the fuck can he do? You pissed Vecna off, the god of this shithole. He is scared, horrified even. In the face of death, he suddenly realizes he can’t lose you. He won't lose you.
But he is frozen, frozen with absolute fear. Upon seeing that memory, on top of the anger, resentment, and justice, he feels fear. Vecna destroyed such a precious life so viciously. What could he do with Kas’ meaningless life? He brought him back into the world. He could surely take him out of it.
Vecna slowly walks up to you. His clawed hand almost encompassing your chest. His head tilts to the side as he watches your terrified eyes. “You are mine, little girl,” he whispers. You tremble as you struggle to bring your eyes to the deadened form below you. Your chin held up by the invisible force. Do you regret what you said? Hell no. This pile of uncured meat is the reason your entire life went upside down.
“Fuck you,” you muster.
Suddenly, you feel like your bones were lit on fire. An unbearable wound against your shin and knee. The pain is overwhelming. Enough that your body is so overloaded that you didn’t even notice you were screaming again. Screaming at the top of your lungs as you still struggle against a force holding you against nothing.
Nerve endings wrack your skull. Your body falls in and out of consciousness. You try hard to let yourself fall out of it, but HE keeps you in. You can feel him deep in your mind. His fingers wriggling within. Any control you had was surely gone. A sickening feeling you wouldn’t wish upon anyone. You truly were his, whether you wanted to be or not. You seek repulsion against the feeling of him in your veins.
Kas watches you in absolute terror. A memory come to life once again. He can see your snapped leg out of his peripherals but he desperately keeps his widening eyes on your face. He shakes. He shakes as he sees your face pale. His lips tremble. He reminds himself that he did this to you. It may not be his hands, but he put you in this situation and now he is forced to watch your execution.
“Which one next?” Vecna asks lightheartedly. He slightly turns his head towards Kas. His eyes still glued to you, but he manages to pull away. Kas notes the increased excitement in Vecna’s eyes. He despises it, but can’t look away. If he does, then he would have to look at you. However, he can’t escape your crying, your pleading, your begging ringing in his ears. The sound somehow converts into daggers at his side. It causes a worse wound than his death AND rebirth.
“Please!” you scream with a voice ripped right from your chest. Kas bites his lip as he stares at the floor. The damage to his system abundant in his face. “Just,” the word falls out of his mouth before he could stop it. Vecna turns faster than the word is spoken. “Just what?” he says slowly. He faces him now, full on. Kas could see you starting to fall unconscious from your pain in his sidelines. He is beyond thankful.
Kas takes a deep breath before drawing his glance back towards Vecna. “You need to stop,” he says. He decides that honesty, something that does not come naturally for him, is his best path ahead. “Something inside me cares for her and I-I can’t have her die like this.” His eyes fall to the ground as he inadvertently becomes vulnerable. He relinquishes his power as he slightly bows before his alpha, his “savior.”
Vecna’s human eyes fall into the depths of hell as disappointment claws across his face. “She left you for dead,” he spits out with a waver to his voice. With a quick shake to his head, he reaches his arm out, undoubtedly to break another one of your limbs. Kas catches his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He quickly looks at your resting body, ensuring he did not do anything within that fraction of a second. “She is the only thing that’s made me feel alive since you brought me back,” he musters. “You will not take her from me.”
A deep, grumbled scoff falls from Vecna’s scorched lips. He pulls harshly from Kas’ grasp, as though his touch was poisonous. Kas awkwardly places his hand back at his side, still ready for the offensive, but suddenly extremely careful with where his hands were. “You are telling me you haven’t had any fun since I brought you back?” he clarifies with a laugh. “I saw you smiling while a man’s blood fell from your lip. Your laughter now haunts the New World, as does mine.”
A wince squeezes his face as Kas shakes his head. “Killing is different from living,” he whispers. “You don’t get to decide that,” the deep and overpowering voice emerges. Vecna hasn’t used this voice since they first met. He hasn’t heard him like this since Kas last asked a question or attempted to have any semblance of autonomy. “The only way you can live is if you kill her,” he continues. “Kill her for me.”
Vecna closes the space between them, leaving Kas to shudder at his increasing voice volume. “Kill her, for me,” he says as he steps away from your unconscious body, still floating above the ground and destined for death.
A haze of a memory as you slowly open your eyelids to watch the two below. Just a few moments and you will cease to be. “I’m crazy about you, Eddie,” you whisper.
And then everything went dark.
Your cheek rests against a warm and soft surface. It is comforting, familiar. Squelches are heard from, what you assume to be, mudded ground beneath you. Normally, you would be overly curious as to where you were, where your body was headed, who you were with - but not today. You are beyond exhausted, beyond lethargic. Your mind shattered in a million pieces, accompanied by a wretched headache.
A cheek bounces off the warmth as your body sways. The taste of metal fills your mouth. You smack your lips, attempting to get the taste off your tongue. Immediately, a giggle fills the small area between where your head and hand rest against the firm skin. This peaks your interest as you slowly open your eyes, peering your chin up naturally.
You see the beloved curled locks you long for gracefully brushing against your forehead. A strong jaw line as it clenches, painfully holding back any more laughter. A quick movement of the Adam's apple as he swallows. You curl deeper into the warmness. Nuzzling deeper into his skin as a little grumble leaves your lips. Why would you ever pull away?
“God, you’re so cute,” you hear Kas’ voice echo within the space. Your mind immediately panics, wriggling your limbs about until he drops you flat onto the ground. The pain resonates through your right hip, but you quickly push the thought away and prepare yourself for his attack. You spin upon your knees and grab hold of a nearby rock, throwing it at him. Naturally, he laughs as he dodges your attempt easily. “I like you better when you’re asleep,” he mutters with a thick upper lip.
Your eyes rapidly scan the area around you. You find yourself in the woods, but recognize that Vecna’s demonic presence has not impacted the beauty of the nature around you. Were you out of Hawkins? You turn around and note a large plain of tall winded grass and a grand scene of bright light blue across the sky. Freedom. “We’re almost out,” he announces with a deep and confusing sigh. We? you question in your mind. Last you knew, he was about to kill you and now there is a “we?”
“How did we get here?” you ask, returning your determined eyes upon him. Your body remains defensive, ready to strike if deemed necessary. Kas looks to his feet, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. The top of his shoe hits against the sole of his other. His hands resting at his back, exposing his bare chest. He stands awkwardly, uncomfortably … vulnerable in front of you. Your breathing intensifies as your eyes meet his. “Last I remember, you were about to kill me,” you say quietly. Your hand slowly crawling towards the next nearby rock.
His eyes widen before you as he takes a step forward. Your body involuntarily shudders at his approach. Your grip tightening against the rock, almost painfully. “I was never going to kill you,” he replies softly. His body language retreating, as he leans heavily against the trunk of a tree. “Bullshit,” you throw out as your teeth grind. Anger reverberates throughout your body as you struggle to keep yourself calm.
Kas pushes off the tree with closed, tightened fists. “I was never going to kill you,” he enunciates. “As much as I wanted to,” he whispers under his breath. Your breathing heavies as you watch him begin to pace. “Am I supposed to thank you?” you spit out, terrified to stand from your kneel. “I wouldn’t mind a thank you,” he says sarcastically. “But I also wouldn’t mind you believing me.” You immediately laugh, following his words closely. “Believe you? You must be joking,” you huff with a lowly chuckle. “You left me to die,” you say sternly. The rage within your chest builds your courage as you stand before him.
“Left you to die? God, how dramatic are you?” he mumbles, throwing his hand up in the air. You step forward, your hands clenching. You forget the rock piercing your palm. “You left me, crying - devastated,” you yell, tears welling in your eyes. “Are you serious, y/n?” he says sternly, entering your space.
His rage boiling over, equal to your own. The way he says your name is unfamiliar, uncomfortable. “You thought I was him!” he yells. His face is so close to your own that you could note the small hints of pain within his eyes. “You said you didn’t know him,” he growls, his upper lip lifting on one side.
“I said, I didn’t know who you were,” you yell. Your frustration is as clear as a bell. You push against his ribs, giving yourself a bit more breathing room. Kas’ devilish smirk, the one you swear is plastered to his face, disappears. His body halts after taking a step or two to gain his balance. A cold rush flows from his head to his feet. You find yourself curious, almost concerned, but you quickly remind yourself of the pain he’s caused you. Your worry just as easily turns into enjoyment.
“You’re right,” he mumbles. You scoff, the words sound absolutely foreign coming from his obnoxious mouth. However, he stares at you. He stares at you blankly - with no indication of what he is thinking, what he is feeling. Your smile slowly forms into a line. “I didn’t know who you were,” you repeat softly. His eyes solemnly rake over your body until they fall upon your lips. He avoids eye contact as you continue your thought.
“I knew the man, I-,” you start to fumble on your words. “I knew who you were talking about.” For some reason, you feel the need to be truthful, to clarify his twisted idea of what occurred. “I knew you were asking if I knew Ed-” you take a sharp breath. His name hurts - a new sensation that you immediately despise. “Eddie,” you let out in a sigh. The only way the name would fall out as you exhale from the pain it causes. “But I knew you weren’t him, even in that first moment. I lied to myself, I can see that now.” You peer down at your anxious fingers as they dig into your nail beds. “I wasn’t ready to accept the truth, but I didn’t lie to you,” your voice growing more clear and confident as you end your statement.
A wave of emotions floods Kas’ brain. He can’t ignore the pain you caused. The crack in his heart that caused him to leave you in a puddle of your own tears. But can he really blame you for what you did? For thinking he might have been the man you loved. For being confused. Exactly how he is not to blame for the intense fire within his chest anytime he catches a glimpse of you.
Eddie may be dead, but there is a part of him that is fresh and beating within Kas’ chest. He loved her. Loves her? He squeezes his eyes shut as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slowly lowers into a crouch as he ponders over her words. He tries desperately to keep Vecna’s out… She did this. She left you to die.
“Now, it’s time for you to tell me the truth, Kas,” you demand with a wobbling voice. “What the hell happened back there?” He pulls his head out from his hands as he looks back up at you. You try to suppress the anxiety that presents at the bottom of your throat. “You loved him,” he whispers as he grips harshly against his chin. Any reference to Eddie also pains Kas, like acid in his mouth.
With a quick movement, Kas stands before you, straight and tall. “When you would sleep together,” he starts. Your eyes harden as your brows pull together. Upon the sight of you, Kas chuckles. “When you were actually sleeping, darlin’,” he corrects with a smirk. Your face softens as you nod in encouragement for him to continue. He looks off, behind you, almost as though he can see a picture of the scene before him.
“You would always wake him up with your snoring,” he laughs, biting his lip. “But he was grateful. It always gave him a chance to watch you. You - you looked so peaceful, you know?” His smirk transforms into a smile of remembrance as his eyes quickly pan over to you. “He loved pushing this silly strand behind your ear,” he says as he slowly reaches for your face. You instinctually pull away, but slowly allow him to touch a piece of hair dangling before your face. He places it behind your ear with a gentle finger.
“He was crazy about you,” he says softly, as though the words mean nothing. But you know better. Those words mean everything to you - to you and Eddie. Those words are gut-wrenching to hear, but you do your best not to show it, still unwilling to expose your vulnerability.
“In the cafeteria, he would watch you. Always making sure that his girl was alright,” he chuckles. “Even before you were really his.” Your face twitches in confusion as the feelings coursing through your veins continue to contradict each other. “He always watched you,” he says as he closes his eyes. “Catching glimpses of your smile in between the chaos of that room. He didn’t even know your name yet.” His face contracts, as though he is also confused. “How did he know he loved you without even knowing you?” he asks as he finally opens his eyes. Genuine curiosity fills those deadly chocolate eyes.
Brown, they’re brown - not red. Not anymore.
The silence brings your attention to your wobbling bottom lip. Your brows push together. You are sure there is a wrinkle forming between them. “He told me he was always curious about me,” you start self-consciously. You wanted to know more - to hear more, but you didn’t want to give Kas any more than you needed to.
“I remember the first time he saw you,” Kas starts with a lighthearted breath. Part of him hated this. Hated talking about the man he could never be. Another part felt happiness, an overwhelming feeling that floods through his body. It grows as he recognizes the same happiness within your eyes. Even though he is split, he must continue - for you.
“You were this nervous girl, tightening the straps to your backpack when you walked down the hallway,” he continues. He gestures a line between them as though he is mapping out the school’s halls. You watch his hands intently. “He was a junior. He knew he shouldn’t even be looking at you - fresh meat and all.” He immediately acknowledges the confusion on your face and clarifies, “Dibs go right to first year Hellfires, but you…” He chuckles with a shrug. He tsks between his cheeks as he beams into a smile. “For you, he’d break all the rules.”
Kas analyzes your reaction. Concern washes over him as he watches a tear stream down your cheek. To his surprise, a smile immediately follows. A smile that he is sure you are not even aware of, which makes it that much better. He could see why he loved you. Why he fell for you the second his eyes landed on yours. You are beautiful, despite your annoying, strong headed attitude.
“Then that night, you called him up on your birthday,” Kas adds with amusement. “He was shocked that you even managed to get his number. He was devising a plan to get yours for the past year and a half.” His eyes widen at the sound of a small giggle falling from your lips. You are still enthralled with the memory, not yet ready to fall into reality. Fall back with Kas. You wanted him. “When he finally got to talk to you, he knew,” he shares with his smile closed and pulled to the side. “I don’t know how, but he did.”
He stops speaking, leaving silence to fill the air. He watches as you slowly flow back into real life. He notes the point where your happiness dissipates. Your eyes fall upon his, leaving that visual imaginary world depicted by his words. You are reminded of where you are now, and how much you wish you could go back. Go back to that opening in the woods, to that bench. You are hesitant of the memories he has shared, of their purpose. But above all, you are grateful.
“Thank you,” you whisper as you nod, looking everywhere but his eyes. “You’re welcome,” he responds with a hint of confusion.
After a brief interlude of awkward silence, you say softly, “Kas, can you please tell me how we got here?” You take a step to approach him and his tree. He straightens up, hopeful of you closing the distance between your bodies. Finally, your eyes scan his chest and note the many pink scratches across his skin. Taking another step, you slip upon a branch. Your weight shifts quickly and you feel a soul-crushing pain exude up your right leg. The pain brings along the memory of you floating in front of your two killers.
In a panic, you immediately look down to note that your leg is fine, and that you, too, have a pink scratch against the side of your shin. “What did you do to me?” you scream as fight or flight ensues. You squeeze your eyes closed, begging for your memories to share some insight into what happened to you - desperate not to depend on just Kas’ recollection.
Kas stands with eyes to the ground once more. You begin to notice this guilty tell of his. “You don’t need to remember that. You should just go - go now,” he encourages. His palms towards you as he approaches, turns you around, and attempts to walk you out of the woods. “No!” you exclaim as you pry his hands off of you. His solemn face drops as he realizes there is no getting out of this.
“Tell me what the hell happened, Kas! Now,” you demand as you point to the ground with a stomp. Your entire body fuming as you struggle to find peace with what you have learned. “Okay,” he says calmly. “But promise me, after I do, you’ll leave this place.” You take a deep breath, biting your lip as you watch him with fury. After he tells you what happened, you would have no reason to stay here. To stay in this fucked up version of Hawkins. You would finally be free from this never-ending shit show. Finally, you would be free to grieve. To mourn.
“I promise.”
“Kill her, for me,” Vecna booms with excitement in his eyes. Kas could not help but notice the odd interest he had in him. Almost as though every interaction was an experiment meant to be further analyzed and studied. Usually, the words ring true in his mind anytime Vecna speaks. But this time, the words were rotten. They were impossible to follow. An impenetrable idea in his heart and in his mind that the girl before him cannot die. And most definitely not by his own hands.
Kas has never disobeyed an order. He killed as easily and as quickly as the words fell from Vecna’s mouth. He did it without regret, without remorse. He killed with laughter, enjoyment. Just as Vecna taught him. He particularly enjoyed the fellow students who recognized his former self. Each one assumed that he would help them, save them. Yet, they all called him a freak, a satanist, a murderer. They were right about two of those things anyway, and he made sure to prove it to them with their slow deaths.
But now, he is stuck - desperate for a way out. Unsure of the safest path forward. The path that will bring you to the sanctuary you deserve. He caused your pain, the least he could do was get you out of it. His eyes travel from the horrific sight before him to Vecna’s melted flesh. A twinge of pain in his brow as he attempts to gather the words. Naively hoping that maybe, just maybe, Vecna will understand and let you go.
Before he can do anything, Kas hears a simple whisper fall from your mouth. A whisper so sweet, so soft that it sounded like it came straight from the heavens above. And with those words, the words you thought would be your last - “I’m crazy about you, Eddie,” his heart filled with undeniable love.
A flash of your smile floods his mind. Laughter that he would be lucky to listen to for the rest of his life. A moan so sexy and daunting that he had to hear more. Another flash and he stumbles back, almost in pain. Hands rushing to his head as he presses the base of his palms against his brow bone. He is transported back in time. Back to you...
“Hey, don’t forget the popcorn, babe,” he says while munching on the last kernel. What appears to be an action movie blasts loudly across the screen. Kas recognizes the space - it’s HIS trailer. He looks to his right and lands on your beautiful smile. He almost doesn’t notice that you were wearing his t-shirt, strawberry printed panties, and fuzzy long socks bundled at your ankles. You jump over to him in excitement. The popcorn nearly falling out of the bowl.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you say with increasing volume. Your hand rests lightly upon his chest as your other hand gestures towards the tv. Your eyes are on the movie, but his are glued to you. “This is my favorite part,” you gleam as you softly pat his chest. “I’ll be back,” you imitate in a low-toned and thick accent.
This was the moment. The moment he knew, without a doubt, that he loved you. From that moment forward, he had every intention of making you his life partner - his wife. He had met his soulmate and he was beyond thankful, knowing that not everyone is as lucky as he.
“I’m crazy about you, girl,” he whispers as he pushes back that familiar strand of hair that always falls in front of your face. Your smile grows as crimson rises to your cheeks. Your chin pins to your chest as you express a sweet mix of appreciation and embarrassment.
“Oh, my love,” you whisper as you cup your hand to his cheek. He could feel your warmth. He leans into it. In this simple embrace, you have given him everything he has ever wanted. “I’m crazy about you, Eddie.” He rushes into the kiss, almost as though you may disappear before his very eyes. His hands grip tight around your waist and lower back, determined to never let you go as long as you wanted him. He loved you from the day he saw you, but this was the day he knew you loved him back.
Kas winces, pulling out of the memory as he stumbles a few steps back. An ambiguous streak of concern riddles Vecna’s face. Save her, a familiar voice rings clear through Kas’ mind. Vecna immediately replies, “No, you must kill her. Kill her for me.” Kas could not even comprehend that Vecna was answering his thoughts. His heart shreds, splitting in two as he struggles to find solid ground. Save her, the voice enunciates once more.
His eyes flick up towards Vecna. Eyes glowing red as they stare into the soulless being. A subtle shock is depicted upon Vecna’s face in response to Kas’ physical defiance. With a quick outward throw of his hand, Kas’ energy propels Vecna out of the home and straight into the ground a few meters down. Broken wood falls everywhere. Insulation slowly seeping from the cracks.
Kas stares at this hand curiously. He did not know he was capable of such power - power comparable to his. He never needed to use it. Most definitely not when met with Vecna. With a quick glance to his incapacitation, Kas jumps towards your still floating body and wraps his arms around you. His forearm supports your neck, while his other holds your knees. He tries his best to avoid the sight of your damaged leg. It evokes a confusing and distinct feeling within that pangs his sternum.
He holds you tight against his chest, primarily for his own benefit. The warmth you exude transcending deep with his own skin, providing the comfort he desperately sought for. Before he could step out the door, Vecna gracefully lifts from the ground with ease. He lands gently before the two of you, despite the fury building within his expression.
All Kas could do was watch in horror. He has never once felt vulnerable before, and yet, here he is - with the most important being in the world within his arms - within harm’s way. With a simple firm hand, Vecna flings Kas against the living room. His back bounces off the wall as a ragged and pain-filled grunt drops from his mouth.
A vengeful force pinning his head against the peeling and painted walls. Your body left rigid and exposed across the floor. He tries so desperately to pull his crown from the wall’s surface, but the power was too strong. All he wanted was to ensure your safety.
Vecna comes into view. Those blackened eyes piercing right into Kas’ soul. “What have you done?” the low, booming voice echoes within the space. It leaves shivers down Kas’ spine. “Let us go,” he spits out through grinding teeth. Suddenly, Vecna raises his clawed hand, causing pain to electrify each and every one of Kas’ pain receptors. Open wounds spread across his chest. The oxidized air stinging the bloodied rips. A scream stills the room, a scream that only the two of them can hear.
“Us?” Vecna says with an amused tone. He pulls his hand from the traitor’s face. A displeasing taste in his mouth. A sudden shift to his voice and Vecna’s anger appears ten-fold. “You don’t even know who she is,” he whispers as he leans into Kas’ face. His eyes admiring the pained response of his clenched jaw. “I don’t,” Kas struggles to say. He squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that it may distract from the pain. “I don’t know you either,” he manages to let out with a gasping breath.
Vecna’s eyes harden as he stares within Kas’. A slight head tilt and the pain disappears. Kas takes in a heavy breath, still pinned forcefully against the wall. “You know me,” Vecna mutters as he turns back to your lifeless body. He wishes he could kill you right here. Snap all your bones until you were an unidentifiable pretzel. But in order to do that, he would need to make you conscious, just for the sake of enjoyment in your death. But the thought of your aggravating voice was enough to put the pleasure of torture out of his mind. “No, I know what you want from me,” Kas whispers back.
With heavied breaths and a tightened neck, Kas manages to lift his head from the wall to stare down onto Vecna’s burnt skull. A slight uptick of Vecna’s brow revealed the impressiveness he saw within Kas’ strength. Impressive, yet worrisome. A slow burning smirk and he returns his hollowed eyes back to the man before him. “And what do I want from you?” he says amusingly as he slowly returns his hand to Kas’ face.
Kas immediately makes eye contact with the daggered fingers. His heart racing as he takes a loaded breath in through his nostrils. He returns his eyes towards Vecna’s, courage pouring from his irises. “You want a lieutenant. Someone to lead your armies,” Kas spits out with disgust. “You want someone to stand beside you as the world burns.” A bellowing laugh erupts from Vecna’s chest as the hand carelessly falls from Kas’ cheek. “I don’t need someone to lead,” he laughs effortlessly. The words falling without care. “I can lead.”
Twisting his head, Vecna pushes in closer to Kas’ face. Kas still manages to hold his head a mere inch away from the wall, but nothing more and nothing less. Only what Vecna allows. “Then why did you bring me back?” Kas hisses. His nostrils flare as he stares down his lifted chin. He desperately holds on to any autonomy he can get.
“I need a partner,” Vecna answers softly. The bit of disdain within his voice can almost be mistaken as vulnerability. He pulls his eyes from Kas’ before he could recognize the twinge of pain within them. He walks back towards your unconscious body. He rakes over you, questioning what Kas saw in you. “You were right about one thing,” he continues as he speaks over his shoulder. “I do want someone to stand beside me as the world burns.”
Vecna swiftly turns back to Kas. The quick movement almost berating his body with an impenetrable force that flew his head back against the wall. A soft hiss falls from Kas’ lips as he sears from the blunt pain. “What did she do?” Vecna asks as he takes another step towards him. “What did she do that made you give up on everything that we had?”
Kas begins to feel a tightening against his neck. He coughs as he struggles to gather his breath. He tries his best to calm his body, not wanting to show any response to Vecna’s abuse. “Nothing,” he whispers with a strained voice. “She did absolutely nothing to pull me from you.”
After a laugh of disbelief, Vecna sucks his tongue against his bottom teeth with a clenched jaw. “She had to do something, Kas,” he says with pseudo-encouragement in his tone. His boisterous attitude disappears just as quickly as it emerged. A wash of despair falls upon Vecna as he slowly realizes what you gave Kas. A thing that he could never give. Kas scoffs, enjoying the pain that resonates on the face before him.
“You kill innocent people,” Kas asserts with a hindered voice. Now it was Vecna’s turn to laugh. “Innocent? There’s no such thing as innocent people,” he grumbles with another painful chuckle. Kas’ lips form into a solid line as hatred fills his lungs. “Chrissy Cunningham was innocent,” he spits out loudly. Vecna grumbles as a slow smile forms on his face. “Who?” he asks sarcastically. Kas hisses immediately, almost as though he was ready for Vecna’s dismissal. “The girl you killed in front of me,” he retorts.
Vecna’s back immediately straightens as he stares at Kas in incredulity. “You remember?” he asks quietly. “No, no. You were perfect,” he attempts to understand by speaking aloud to himself. Kas lets out another bustling laugh despite the pain it caused in his wounded body. “How many times did you kill me before I was perfect?” Kas asks nonchalantly.
The words penetrating Vecna’s thick armor as he stumbles a step back. “How long did it take you to realize that I remembered before you sicked your bats on me? Before you brought me back again and again?” Kas lets out a simple chuckle, feeling the strength holding him against the wall weaken. He stretches his neck, hearing a clear crack in its side. “You killed me and then expected me to call you my savior,” he mutters in disgust.
As anger boils the blood that courses through his veins, Kas pulls harshly away from the wall. The feeling no different than peeling his skin off of a burning stove. He struggles to muffle the scream forming in his throat, but his eyes are set upon Vecna. He lands harshly onto the floor, evaporating the force that held him up.
Vecna’s expression rests in a fixed state of complete bewilderment and determination. “You may despise me, but you do love her,” he whispers in a clear monotone. His quick disconnection from reality settles in as his hand slowly raises - and you along with it. Kas’ eyes widen as he watches your lifeless body raise behind Vecna’s shoulder.
“Would you like to feel the pain you just caused me?” Vecna says carelessly as a sadistic smile pulls to the side of his face. Kas’ eyes quickly scatter between yours and his. His entire body fuels with adrenaline as he watches your body destined for death within the hands of his “savior.” “Wait,” he pleads. His mouth immediately fills with regret as he slowly returns his eyes to the soulless pair before him. “Don’t.”
Vecna continues to stare into Kas. He internalizes the twitches of his face, all the pained lines drawn upon his skin. A small part of him wonders if Kas will ever care for him as much as he does for you - if he ever has. The words drop as quickly as the thought fades from his mind. “Don’t what?” he mocks. Kas winces as he begrudgingly returns his sorrowed eyes to Vecna. “Don’t hurt her,” he whispers with a lack of intonation to his voice. “I will stay with you, but only if you let her go.”
A heart flutters faster than intended. Faster than he ever remembered it could. Vecna swallows his pride as he slowly lowers the desolate girl behind him. “Take her to the border,” he instructs as he steps out of Kas’ direct path towards you.
Kas nods as he rushes to your side. His fingers gently brush the hair from your face as he desperately searches your skin for abrasions. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” he says softly and repeatedly. He tucks his arm underneath your neck. Another arm hooks beneath your knees as he slowly lifts both your bodies up from his crouch.
As he heads towards the door without any intention of looking back, Vecna adds, “If she returns, I will kill her.” Kas slowly turns around, following the ear closest to Vecna as he ingrains the threat into his memory. “If you don’t return, I will kill her.” Fear pangs his heart. It is almost audible as his eyes fall to the ground. He slowly turns, careful not to make sudden movements, as he and you both escape death. Vecna watches him as he carries your undeserving being through the threshold.
As soon as he made enough headway from the now demolished house, Kas bolts into a sprint to create as much distance between you and his maker. He takes you to another piece of the fallen Hawkin’s border. Your body often smacks against his chest within his haste. The sounds are almost reminiscent of the previous night, but he pushes the thought far from his mind.
Finally, Kas finds an abandoned church along the way. “Saint Jude’s,” he reads aloud as he walks down the stoned pathway. He finds irony in the idea but pushes through the big double doors with you in his arms. He lightly lays you down upon a pew. Another finger brushes the soft strand out of your face - a now involuntary and automatic act of care. His eyes rake your body, assessing the damages. The majority of your skin was racked with bruises. However, the biggest concern was, of course, your broken leg.
With a heavy breath in preparation, Kas finally takes in the sight of your distorted leg. The image hurt him more than he could have ever imagined. Seething in hot breaths, he raises his wrist and bites harshly against it. Softly, he raises your head to his inner wrist. Your pretty mouth resting nicely against his wound.
In your woozy state, you push him away. Some part of your consciousness awakens as adrenaline bursts through and your fists begin swinging. He holds you down, despite the blood falling from his forearm. “God, you’re unbearable even when you sleep,” he grumbles. Your defenses slowly soften as you slip back into unconsciousness. He raises his wrist to your mouth once more. His other hand slowly caresses the back of your head as his fingers trace through strands of your hair.
As soon as a drop of blood falls upon your lips, your body craves it. Suddenly, your hands were holding the back of his wrist and pressing his forearm against your face. He tries his best not to find the interaction incredibly arousing, but your embrace, light sucks, and little nibbles make his head swoon. You took as much of him as you needed, falling back in exhaustion once finished.
Kas hovers over you for what seemed like hours, but is truly only minutes. A smile forms on his face as he watches the bruises slowly disappear from your beautiful skin. “You’re okay, darlin’,” he whispers. The words finally feel true. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. A kiss you will never know of.
With that, he carries you up to his chest once more to finish the trek to the border. He cannot help the smirk that plagues his cheeks as he feels you nuzzle against him. A clear, but subtle smile forming on your own lips.
“And then he let us go and I healed you with my blood,” Kas states matter-of-factly with a shrug. His back still leaning heavily against the tree trunk. Arms and ankles crossed as he slowly raises his eyes onto yours.
You stumble back, placing a hand against your stomach. Nausea washes over your head as you attempt to process the information provided. You quickly drop to your knees. The movement is sudden enough that Kas jumps from the tree, desperate to catch you. “I’m okay,” you say as you swat his hands away. “I-I just,” you start, breathlessly. “I just need a second. That-that was a lot.” He steps back slowly and hesitantly. He gradually falls into a squat in front of you as he mindlessly picks up random leaves to play with - giving you the space you asked for.
Your mind feels fixed, almost as though you cannot trust your own memories. What Kas says happened sounds familiar, yet unfamiliar all at the same time. You also cannot forget that the truth does not come so easily from those particular supple lips. You push your fingers through your hair, trying not to burst into sobs over the lack of control. It is not easy to accept being a toy in someone else’s game, to accept no longer being the main character.
From what Kas shared, you should be safe. You should be free, yet - you feel anything but. Something was not right. “Kas,” you whisper, breaking the silence. His head pops up almost immediately. “So, Vecna tried to kill me. He-he broke my leg,” you attempt to recollect. The words all feeling familiar. “You both fought and then he just agreed to let us go?” you ask in disbelief. Kas nodded, gesturing a compressed shrug with his hands.
“I don’t believe you,” you say lightly with a shake of your head.
Kas scoffs as he pushes his curly hair back. The smile almost juvenile as he looks back at you with distrust. “Believe what you want, darlin’,” he shrugs once again. He stands up, making his way back to his trusty tree. “No,” you say abruptly, standing yourself. “There’s no way he would let us go without anything in return,” you murmur to yourself, thinking aloud. “What did you do?” you ask with horrified eyes.
He deadpans as soon as your question hits his ears. With a deep breath, he whispers, “I got us out.” You walk towards him with a stubborn, determined pace as your palms press against his chest. “What did you do, Kas?” you ask again as you watch him stumble back from your push. With a look of annoyance, he rushes you with a finger pointed in your face. “I saved your life and this is the thanks I get,” he yells with hands out to his sides. “God,” he scoffs, pulling away from you and throwing a hand up. “I did what I had to,” he mumbles as he adds more distance between you two.
You follow him, a gentle hand to his wrist as you turn him around. Those gentle brown eyes that you know so well staring back at you. This time you recognize Kas within them. “Kas, what did you do?” you ask calmly. His gaze falls to your hand. He slowly lowers your fingers and intertwines them with his before flicking his eyes back to you. “I have to go back,” he whispers, like an innocent boy admitting his wrongs.
You take a sharp breath as you try your best to keep calm, but your head is already involuntarily shaking no. “It’s okay,” Kas murmurs as he tightens his palm against yours. “I’ve made my peace.” Your eyes swiftly fall upon his, tears welling. “No,” you muster. “You don’t have to.” The unbearable weight pressing against your chest has only just lifted, and yet, another hundred or so pounds are added on. A man who pained you so harshly, who then saved you, is going back to hell for you. The words are beyond confusing to think about, but it does not change the feeling of hope you have towards your new ally.
“You don’t have to go back,” you whimper as your other arm rests against his back and pulls him into a hug. The warmth of his embrace confirms that bit of his story within your own memory. “If I don’t go, I am setting up some other miserable fuck for hell on Earth,” he whispers in your ear as his chin finds a spot upon your shoulder. His hand pressing against the base of your skull, supporting you. “I won’t do that to someone else.”
You pull away, shaking your head again. His forehead falls against the crook of your neck, almost naturally. “Aren’t you supposed to be the bad guy?” you ask incredulously. His head lifts as confusion presses his brows together. “Why do you care what happens to the next guy?” A smile pulls to the side of his face as he presses his hips against yours. The largest space between you two rests between your chests as you hold each other tightly at the waist. “You must be rubbing off on me,” he mutters softly.
“Come with me, Kas,” you say as you break away from the embrace. Your fingertips brushing against his as you attempt to walk into the field. The sun is starting the set and the light blue sky fills with orange. As you continue to step into the field, you swear the air tastes different. “I can’t,” he whispers as you pull away and he chooses not to chase you.
The act stops you in your tracks as you look back at him. You take the second to think, to devise a plan. “If I promise you that we can kill him, maybe not today or tomorrow, but some day we will come back and kill him - then, would you come with me?” you ask hopelessly. You have absolutely no idea of how that might happen. How you two might accomplish such a feat. You have never known the need for revenge until meeting Kas. Nothing will stop you from finding out how to put Vecna in the ground, and suffer as you do it.
Without thinking, the words fall from your lips all with good intent, “I promise you. Will you come with me?” You walk back to the border, only a step away from the impending doom that is Hawkins. Your hand extended for someone who is just as capable of that same doom, and yet, you pray he will take it. You hope he will join you in this world and that he will help you defeat your lover’s killer. All you can do is hope. A hand falls into yours, breaking your string of thoughts.
“I will,” Kas says softly as he steps into the orange glow of the sunset.
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Even tho Eddie’s a vampire damn that boy already in love 😂 can’t wait for when we tell him we love him 🤧🥰 also is it dangerous in this serious for a human and a vampire when they do it like in twilight? Plus is Eddie a virgin? 😂👀 I would assume so
Hiii lovey!! So I’m gonna answer these questions with some conversations between Vampire!Eddie and Reader😂 but I agree Eddie is so in love already😂 I hope you enjoy these!💖
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“So…have you ever had a girlfriend or anything before?” “No.” “What? Why?” “What do you mean why?” “I mean you…you look like that…and you’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend or someone who wants to jump your bones all the time?” “Oh I’ve have encounters like…that before but just never anything serious enough for a label of girlfriend.” “Encounters?” “Yes.” “Elaborate on these encounters please.” “I…don’t think this is a good conversation to have in public sweetheart.” “It’s that raunchy? Are you into some kinky stuff? Not saying it’s a bad-” “You are insufferably nosey…I’ll just answer the questions you really want to ask but are too shy to actually do so…how about that?” “What questions?” “No I’m not a virgin..even when I was a regular human I had no issue in that department and yes you and I can have…relations without any fear of it being dangerous…unless you’re into that sort of thing then I can make-” “that’s enough…thank you for…answering my questions.” “Anytime my darling…now it’s noon that means you must be hungry for…lunch?” “Uh yeah…yeah I could eat.”
“Eddie? Why…are you looking at me like that?” “I’m just thinking that’s all.” “About what?” “I think the love I have for you is too great for just one lifetime that’s why I’m destined to live this life forever so I can find you and love you in all of yours.” “I just had to ask…” “don’t you agree? You said so yourself that you felt like you’d been waiting for me when I found you in the woods.” “I…I don’t know…I know you love me and not the kind of love a human feels for another human I know it’s-” “deeper and more meaningful.” “Yes…but you…you really think you’ll be able to find me in all of my next lives?” “Yes.” “How can you be so sure?” “I found you this time didn’t I?” “That’s because we live in the same city..what if next time I’m in London or Greece?” “I will find you…my heart will tell me exactly where I need to go and I’ll get to you.” “Or…I could just live this life…with you forever?” “Please don’t ruin this moment I’m having…it’s quite nice.” “Fine I won’t ruin this one…but we are having this conversation…eventually.” “Yes…eventually.”
“Can I taste one of these blood shake things you hate?” “Uhm…no.” “Why not?” “Because they are made for Vampires not humans.” “So? It’s not going to kill me…right?” “No it wouldn’t kill you but I just don’t want to even think about seeing you drinking a shake that tastes like blood.” “I can drink it in the living room…you won’t see me if you stay in the kitchen.” “Oh so I not only have to be away from you but I have to be away from you so you can go drink a blood flavored shake? The answer is still no.” “Being away from me is that hard for you?” “It’s…borderline unbearable but I know you like your space so…I give it to you when you ask for it.” “You really love me don’t you?” “With every part of my body and what’s left of my soul and making you unhappy is the last thing I’d ever want to do…but the answer is still no you can’t try the shake.”
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i love this fanfic with my whole heart and i fully intend to do AT LEAST a couple more sketches during my reread
these ones are specifically for part 1
now uuugh i've never made any fanfic fanart before and i'm very nervous so here is the fanfic link eddie munson’s vampire mixtape
and here is the wonderful author @spr1ngandastorm
(really hope you like it💜)
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Eddie Had A Little Lamb (MDNI +18)
Summary: Eddie is trying to be good and with your help, he could be exactly that. But Kas, on the other hand, thrives in all that is unholy and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you and Eddie to the dark side.
Kas!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Religious!Reader
A/N: This is a spicy piece of work. I hope I did this concept justice as this was a request. Please let me know what you guys think since it’s my first time writing kas!eddie. Thank you for reading and please enjoy!
Word Count: 8.7k+
Warnings/Tags: Dub con elements, religious themes, extreme blasphemy, possessive!kas and eddie, innocent!reader, whole big bag of (fluff, smut, angst) mentions of mental health, dom!kas, dom!eddie, use of “daddy” and “master”, corruption/innocence kink, finger sucking, drooling, dumbification, belly bulge, blood kink/drinking, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, minor monsterfucking elements, mention of traffic light bdsm system, biting, scratching, face fucking, spit kink, dacryphilia, oral sex (m & f recieving), small breeding kink, creampie, cum eating, doggystyle, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, use of fox tail butt plug, anal play, reader referred to as “lamb” “bunny” “angel” , some violence, mentions of minor character death/disappearance
There’s a reason why lambs are considered a symbol of innocence. The poor things nary a clue when they’re brought to the offering table, gloriously prepared to be slaughtered for the pleasure of man.
Kas pities you. For that was exactly what you were in his eyes: A poor little lamb. Eddie hadn’t realize that he was currently wrapping you up prettily—with a bow on top—to be presented before the beast. Nonetheless, Kas will happily accept this offering. For now, he will wait. He’ll let you come closer until it’s too late to turn and run.
“Eddie,” You say, taking his hands in yours with a sincere smile. “I’m glad you’ve decided to come to Bible study. What brought you hear tonight?”
Aside from atoning for my sins, you mean?
“I wanna keep trying with this religion thing. Maybe become a better person. I don’t know if I’ll ever believe in God, to be honest with ya,” He admits. “But I’m hoping to prove everyone wrong about me. I’m more than what’s on the surface.”
Eddie’s consumed with guilt. He’s not been himself lately. A few nights ago, Eddie walked home from Gareth’s home, considering it was not much far from where he live. He was randomly attacked by a rabid bat. Bitten and disoriented, he soon blacked out. When he awoke, he found himself covered blood, the metallic taste in his mouth. Then, the missing reports came in about a missing elderly man. Although Eddie was not certain, he believed to be responsible for the disappearance of that man.
Ever since then, he’s been doing all he could to suppress the appetite and that godforsaken voice. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He was depraved, sick and twisted! That part of him was so far removed, he had a name for himself: Kas.
Usually, staying awake and alert was one way of stopping this undiscovered being within him. Of course, Eddie couldn’t always stay awake. So the next big thing was to sign up for the local church’s mentorship program in which young adult church members assisted the ‘lost’.
“You’re just misunderstood. Sometimes people are afraid of things they don’t understand,” You smile. “Like you must be terrified coming to a place like this. I’m sure everything you heard today sounded a bit foolish to you. I get that everyone outside the congregation thinks we’re all ‘Jesus freaks’ but we’re all just trying to understand things, ya know.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’ve been called a freak, too. That never stop me from wanting to join the program. Although, I can admit that this bible study thing’s not my style.”
“I’m really happy you did come though. You usually say you’ll come when I invite you but don’t turn up,” You began.
Well, it’s not like he actively tried to avoid. He’d come every day if it meant that he got to look at you. When he was partnered up with you for the mentorship program, it was as if he’s one the lottery. But of course, Kas took a liking to you as well only his desires for you were beyond inappropriate. Kas planned to ruin you. So Eddie avoids you as much as he can all so that he can protect you.
“It’s just really nice to see the effort you make towards this.” You finish, cleaning up the desk of books and placing them on the shelf.
“I get cold feet sometimes,” Eddie explains, stacking the chairs away. “Crowds and events also aren’t my thing. But I figured it would make you happy and since you’ve worked so hard steering me in the right direction…all I can do is try.”
You nod. “So are going to do prayer at your place or mine?”
“Yours, I guess.” Eddie says.
Let her come over to our place, idiot.
No, we’re going to her place that way you won’t be able to try any tricks while her parents are there.
“Oh, umm, I was kinda hoping you’d say your place? I know I suggested mine but my father is little overbearing and I didn’t want to just invite myself to your place.”
“I’m fine if your father’s a little overbearing. My Uncle Wayne was at one point of my life.”
“No, you don’t understand. I love my father but he is ‘spy-level crazy’ overbearing. You’d probably never show up again or would ever like to speak with me either. I would know. It’s happened plenty times before.”
“O-okay. We can do it at my place. Just a little warning, Wayne’s working a late shift so…we’ll be alone.”
“Oh…t-that’s okay. We’ll be on our best behavior.” You laugh nervously.
“Exactly.” He joins in on the awkward laugh.
After cleaning up the church library, the two of you got in his van and head to his home. Eddie’s never been to your home and vice versa but he knew you came from an affluent community. He could only imagine what you must think seeing the trailer park.
“Well, um, this is my home.” Eddie says, holding open the door for you. He’s never self-conscious about showing off his place. Couldn’t give a shit about materialism. But he wanted to impress you.
“It’s lovely,” You smile, having a seat on the couch when you recognized that some pillows and a comforter. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is this where you sleep? I didn’t mean to—“
“Oh no, no. You’re fine. Sit wherever you like. My Uncle actually sleeps there. My room’s down the hall,” He clears his throat. “W-we could go in there and do the session there. T-the prayer session.”
“Yeah, t-that sounds good.” You follow his lead.
Eddie thanks the imaginary man in the sky for reminding him to clean his room today. He nervous shifts on his feet while your eyes scanned the room, smiling.
“Your room’s really cool.” You compliment.
“Really? I’m sure your room way cooler.” And bigger.
You look at his red electric guitar hanging up on the dresser. “Whoa, I’ve never seen it up close before.”
“You’ve seen me play it?”
“Oh yeah, I watched you perform one time. My parents don’t allow me to listen to that kind of music but…my friend and I snuck into a show one time after you put the fliers all over the school. You did really great.”
The lamb’s got a naughty side.
Eddie disregards him. “Thanks. The band and I have been working on those songs for years.”
“I’d like to hear more music like that sometime. All my cassettes are of gospel music.” You say, almost sounding annoyed.
“I can fix you a mixtape of all the songs I like. Then, you could tell me all about the songs you do and don’t like during community service.”
“That would be great! But I’m not sure if I can bring it home with me. I don’t even own my own walkman. I share it with my sister and she loves to hog it.”
“Sure you can. You can even borrow mine. We could keep it as our little secret.” Eddie says, putting a finger to his lips.
You laugh. “Okay. Why not? I can live on the edge sometimes.”
Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, patting the seat beside him. You sit, a small gap between the two of you. He could tell that you were uncomfortable, you hands crushed between your thighs as you avoided his stare.
Why don’t you get a little closer to her? She wants you to. I can feel it.
You’re full of shit, man.
“Should we pray now? Or would you like to talk about the study’s topic?” You asked.
“Not even sure what tonight’s topic was even about?” Eddie admitted.
“It was about repentance. How sincere we are in regretting our wrongdoings. We can do a prayer where we apologize for our sins. It doesn’t have to be out loud if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“I’m not sure how to do that.”
“You mean, prayer?”
“Yeah, like do I just talk?”
“Exactly,” You giggle, sliding off his bed to lower onto your knees before him. Eddie’s breath hitches at the sight. This was going to do wonders for his late night fantasies. You, being on your knees and looking up at him through your long lashes was going to do wonders for his late night fantasies. Fuckkkk. Was he really going to pop a boner right now? In front of your fine ass. “You clasp your hands together like your high-fiving yourself and you just talk to him as if you were talking with me. Don’t hold back either say everything. Then, at the end you say ‘amen’. It’s kind of like hanging up the call.”
“Should I keep my eyes open?”
“It’s preferably better if they’re closed,” You lay a hand on his thigh. “You’re probably shy. Not a problem. I’ll just pray for the both of us. Then, next time, you’ll join me.” You squeeze your eyes shut and whisper a prayer.
A lust for a taste. Just one taste.
His legs move on their own accord, standing up so that he’s towering over your small frame. You smelled so fucking incredible. Just…one…taste.
Eddie’s heart beats rapidly, vision blurring as he began to see double. You were oblivious to his inner turmoil, peacefully praying away.And just like that it felt like Eddie had taken the backseat in his own mind.
“Amen,” You finish, looking up at him in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t feel your presence in front of me. You move as swift as a mouse.”
“And you as gentle as a lamb.” He smirks.
This wasn’t Eddie speaking. No! The being known as Kas has taken over. Eddie being so sleep deprived, he didn’t have a fighting chance against him.
You stand on your feet, checking your watch.“Oh, no. How is it already time to go? We hardly got anything done. I’ll have to go. My parents are probably anticipating my arrival by now.”
“It’s only 7 pm, bunny. Is it your bedtime?”
“I can assure you I’m a big girl who sleeps at anytime I please,” You chuckle. “It’s supper time. My family always eats together.
“You should call your parents. Tell them you’ll be staying for a bit. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to keep you from a lost soul who’s eager to learn about the Lord.”
“I-I…I’m not sure if they’d be okay with that. My father was on the fence about me even coming here. Mother had to defend me.”
“Mama does know best. She knows her little girl wouldn’t do anything Jesus wouldn’t do,” Kas winks before holding out the house phone. “Go on. Let make the call. It’ll only be for one more hour.”
No, Kas! Fuck you! Let her go home!
“O-okay,” You take the phone from his hands. “I’ll just take it in the living room in case the conversation needs to be said in private.”
“Do whatever you wish.” He bows, holding open the bedroom door for her. She exits.
Kas!
If Kas weren’t so proud, he’d laugh. The game of chess has been set in motion. Striding over to his bedroom’s dresser, he looks at the reflection in the mirror.
“You rang?” He smiles a toothy grin, his top canines extended.
“Stay away from her,” Eddie hisses. “She doesn’t deserve to be treated like your meal.”
“Then, you shouldn’t have starved me,” Kas grunts angrily. “Besides…she looks good enough to sink my teeth into.”
“I won’t let you hurt her.”
“I’m not gonna hurt her. At least…not in a way she wouldn’t like.”
“Good luck with that. There’s no way her parents will let her stay.”
You walk in, prompting Kas to turn and face you. A smile on your face as you too your seat back in his bed.
“After a some convincing, my father says that I can stay for just one more hour.”
“That’s fantastic.” Kas says in feigned excitement, silently gloating in his head.
“Although,” You play with your thumbs. “I kind of told a little white lie. I told my father that we weren’t left unsupervised.”
“Probably for the best.”
“I feel so guilty, though. I rarely lie to my Father unless it’s reasonable and even then I still end up telling him. I told him I snuck out to see your concert. It’s probably why he doesn’t…” You quiet down.
“Doesn’t…like me?” Kas finishes.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“No, I understand, bunny,” He sits down, scooting closer to you. “Your father’s justified in wanting to protect you from me.”
You smile. “Why would I possibly need to be protected from you? You’re sweet, funny, and interesting. You couldn’t hurt a fly.”
Kas smiles at her cluelessness. “Think about it, bunny. Why do you think your father would be worried you being alone with me?”
“Because it’s late?” You say, softly.
“Because he was once my age. Because he could only imagine that i’ll be doing exactly the things he used to do with your mother before they were married.”
“Y-you mean fornication. But that’s a sin.”
“Sinning’s a part of human nature. It says so in the bible: We’re all born sinners and what not.”
“You’re right about that. B-but church folk say that marriage is important first to enjoy things of that nature.”
“What if I told you, you don’t have to marry…to fuck?”
The emphasis on the swear word sends chills down your spine. You bite your lip to keep him from hearing your heavy breathing.
“I mean, come on. Would you really wanna marry a bad lay? With each new generation, sex is more liberating, raunchier and nastier. It doesn’t always have to come with strings attached. That’s what makes it sooo fascinating. You get to fuck whoever and whenever. Why enforce these principles on yourself when there’s always something new to learn about it. Don’t you like fun?”
You swallow hard. “I do but lots of things could be fun aside from…sinning.”
“What could be more fun than feeling the best pleasure you could ever imagine?”
“Going to church could be just as pleasurable.”You try smiling again to keep him from thinking he’s affecting you.
“It could…but you wouldn’t know that for sure unless you’ve been fucked? But not just regular fucking. Hard, fast. The kind that takes your breath away and makes you feel like you’re dying a little.”
“I experience that above worldly pleasures and the physical. That’s why this mentorship program is out in place, Eddie. It shows us how to seek happiness outside of those things. It’s like a spiritual awakening.”
“I can give you that with just my fingers alone, bunny. You don’t need to talk to some imaginary man in the sky when you’ve got one right here willing to show you things that’ll rock your world.”
“Like what?” You weren’t sure why you kept this conversation going. It was supposed to be about God. About today’s bible study topic. Not…this! But your curiosity got the best of you. You were like a scientist poking and prodding for your latest discovery.
“Have you ever played with yourself?” Kas asks, eyes ruby red. You being so lost in his trance, you couldn’t bother to realize that you were staring into the eyes of a monster.
“You mean, touch myself… down there?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yes,” You breathe. Somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed to admit this to a guy you’ve had a crush on since the 9th grade, never acting on your feelings because your world had never aligned up until this point. “But not directly.”
“What do you mean, bunny?”
“I’ve never put a finger inside or touch there at all when I’m pleasuring myself because I’d feel too guilty if it were by my own hand. So I…” You look away and trail off, afraid to continue.
“Go on. Don’t be shy.” Kas encourages, a hand on your knee.
“I…shove my pillow between my legs and rub against it.”
“That sounds hot as fuck.” He shift closer to you, his knee touching yours.
“It’s shameful.” You whisper.
“It’s natural. I get that feeling, too. You just want some release. You deserve that. Don’t you, bunny?”
“I’m not sure.” You clamp your thighs together, bringing his attention to the hand that’s rested on your knee.
He slithers a hand up your soft, supple thighs and squeezes. You let out a quiet squeak. “I think you do. You’ve been such a good girl.”
His hand move further up before wedging between your inner thigh. “Tell ya what…maybe I can teach you some things, too. It could be my gift of appreciation to you.”
Kas stalks over you, eyes staring into yours while you gradually fell against Eddie’s pillow.
Don’t you fucking dare, Kas!
You’re shaking and Kas places a hand over your heart, feeling it pound against his palm. It was so delicious. You are just so full of life. And blood. Innocent, pure blood.
“So you’re a virgin?”
You nod.
“I can change that.”
He’s being weirdly crass! You thought to yourself.
And yet, you throbbed for him. Your hands have the sudden urge to pull his face down to yours for a passionate kiss.
But Kas makes the first move, lowering his face above yours. The guitar pick necklace dangling above you slots itself between your breasts when his lips are just inches away from yours. You close your eyes, feeling the lightest of touch only to quickly dissipate before you could even register its presence. You hear a pained groan, opening your eyes to see him rubbing his temple, eyes screwed shut.
“Eddie?”
“Sorry about that, bunny. Got a real pain in my head head just now,” Kas laughs. “I’m ready to continue if you are.”
“Actually, do you think you could take me home,” You reach for your bag beside you, standing on your unsteady feet. “This was…a night.”
Kas exhales deeply. “Why not?”
He sluggishly reaches for the keys of the van, leading you out the door to his van. The rest of the car ride was quiet but the exchanging spoke loud enough. When Kas arrived to your home, you gathered your things slowly almost like you were thinking of saying something.
“Umm, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Maybe.” Kas says, nonchalantly.
“Okay,” You say, discouraged. “Goodnight.”
You pull the door handle but it wouldn’t budge. After couple of tries, Kas leans across your seat.
“Sometimes, you gotta give it a little shake.” He strongarms the handle, popping the door open.
He could here your breathing above him, you really were inexperienced. The slightest touch or breeching of your personal space and you’re flustered.
Kas decides to have fun with this, making sure you can feel his breath ghosting over you skin as he gradually looks up at you. When you felt it tickle against your neck, you shudder. Just as he’d hoped: goosebumps light up your skin.
“Goodnight.” Kas finally says.
“Mm, yeah.” You rush out, going up to the front door. He waits for you to enter and he’s off, cursing himself. You were a lot harder of a catch.
But it wasn’t lost on him that you’d been rubbing your thighs together. You probably couldn’t wait to get back to back to your room to hump your pillow until sunset. Kas prides himself in this thought.
“Thanks to you she thinks I’m some perv.” Eddie complaints.
Kas groans. “Don’t you have an off switch? Besides a pervert is exactly what you are. Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking of fucking her, too? I didn’t hear you once complain when I asked her about playing with herself.”
“You won’t be coming near her again, Kas. I fucking swear it. From now on, I’ll be serious with my avoidance of her.”
“We’ll see how long that’ll last. Hell, she’ll probably come looking for us first after the time I just gave her.” Kas winks through the rearview mirror.
Eddie could feel himself slipping into his own mind, trying to find solid ground. If he didn’t figure out a way to find the balance within himself, Kas will take full control. And who knows how many people’s lives could be at risk.
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Eddie’s ashamed. After your confessions last night, he touched himself, imagining the way you’d sound moaning as your wet pussy dragged along your pillow. He imagined what words you’d say when you climax. Would you call for God? Would you swear? Would you call out for his name?
The next thing he knew, his hands were down his boxers, stroking his cock and sniffing the parts of the sheets where you were lain against. It was pathetic. Desperate. He hated to admit that Kas had been right. Eddie wanted to fuck you hard and deep, making you take every inch of him.
The next day—as Kas predicted—you were actively searching for him. Eddie made sure that whenever you were entering a room, he was exiting.
He’s been successful for the most part. The occasional times where he would run into you, he’d quickly rush off explaining to you how he’s needed in a different department of the church. But despite that, he was at ease knowing that you’d be safe from him.
That was up until he was reminded of bible study. In which, Eddie had to sit in a room of close proximity to you. You’d try to sit next to him and he’d pounce at the very moment the hear your body radiates against his skin.
He needed to think fast. So when the meeting begun, Eddie made sure to sit in a chair with the seats around him filled. Every now and then, he’d catch your stare. Especially, when the two of you shared a momentary smile at one another when the lead went on about the “devil worshipping game of Dungeons and Dragons”. Once the meeting concluded, Eddie’s attempts to walk out the door when the lead begs him to stay to clean up again along with You like the other day.
He reluctantly agrees, starting in a corner of the room far from you. Every now and then, he’d catch himself staring. Did you have to dress goddamn stunning today? Like a goddamn angel. It wasn’t fair.
You pretend as if you needed something in the section he was hiding in, casually walking around him. “Hey! I was looking to speak with you today.”
“Really? Oh man, I’m sorry.” Eddie wasn’t much of an actor.
“You seem like you’re very busy today. It’s nice to see that you being so active here.”
To avoid all my problems, of course.
“Everyone’s been talking about it,” You continue. “Nobody could have seen it coming. Eddie Munson, church goer.”
“Well, no one’s as shocked as my friends. They still don’t believe it, pictures and all,” Eddie laughs before clearing his throat for a more serious topic. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was being a dick—sorry I mean, jerk.”
You look at him strange.
“Did I say something wrong?” Eddie asks.
“No. It’s just funny that you’re apologizing for cursing,” You giggle. “Yesterday…you were sort of a sailor mouth.”
“Oh, right. I’m not sure what came over me.“
“To be quite honest, I kinda liked it,” You smile, looking down in your lap. “Everyone’s so formal and proper all the time. It’s nice to hear something…different.”
“Oh…” Eddie’s floored.
“Anyway, how’d you like today’s study?”
“Not my favorite, honestly. They talked so much shit about D’n’D being ‘demonic’.” Eddie says, putting on a gravelly demon voice.
“I’m really sorry about that. I know it’s a sensitive. It was very admirable of you not to interject your points even though you could have very well done so with no judgment. In my opinion, it’s only a harmless game. I’ve been curious to play it.”
“You should come by my club sometime, then. I can teach you all that I know.”
“I’d love for you to teach me.” Your smile fades when you’re reminded of the implications of your statement. Eddie catches this, nervously twirling the rings on his fingers. Neither of you meeting each other’s gaze.
You clear your throat, breaking the silence. “Eddie…I have a few questions.”
“Sure, angel. What’s up?”
“Is there something you’re hiding from me? I want you to know that whatever it is that you feel you can’t tell me…you really could tell me. I may not be a great liar but I can keep secrets.”
Yes, actually. I have a lust for blood because I’m a vampire with an alter personality that attacks humans for their blood and now we’re competing to claim you. : Is what he wished to say… instead he simply puts it at a, “It’s complicated. But I don’t think I have much to say.”
“It’s just that you’ve been so different lately. I’ve never know you to remotely care what people think of you. Or go to church meetings and want to learn about the Bible.”
“People aren’t born religious, they find their way. I did.”
“Yeah but it’s like you’re doing it to make up for something. Whatever it is…you should know that you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You don’t have to avoid me. And if it feels like I’m not forcing you into doing this program in anyway—.”
“I chose to sign up for this. None of this is because I’m force to do this. If anything I like being around you, I’m just going through a lot of stress. It’s hard learning to be more responsible and in control.”
“I know what you mean,” You laugh. “I feel like I nearly lose control all the time. Especially…when I’m with you.”
His eyes widen at your bold admittance.
“Yesterday, I was on the edge, waiting to go over. It’s like that whenever I’m near you. Like, I’m hanging on by a thread that just gets keeps getting thinner and thinner, anticipating the moment it snaps.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” Eddie says, feeling as if a weight’s been lifted off his shoulders.
“Is it wrong that I wish for you to teach me those things you said you would? To think such sinful thoughts right here on church grounds?”
He swallows audibly, adam’s apple bobbing. “I wouldn’t think so.”
“I’ve always liked you, Eddie. I like you. Not whatever constructed version of you that you’re trying to build to appease the masses. I’m interested in you and the things you like and how excited you are when you get to share them with someone,” You close the space between your bodies. “When I think about you…I can’t stop the ache I feel between my legs. No matter how many times I touch myself at night.”
“Oh, angel,” Eddie breathes. “You’re gonna break me down.”
“What I feel is so intense that all I could do is touch myself to get some release. You were right. I don’t want to deny myself of what I need. I need you.”
“I need you, too. So fucking bad. I could never get you out of my head.”
Your eyes light up. “Really?”
“How can I? You’re amazing. And you’re really pretty and nice and you smell like a dream. Whenever I look at you, I just wanna hold you and kiss you.”
“I can’t stand it. I want you now.” You whine, grabbing the collar of his jacket to press your lips to his.
He’s more confident in his kiss with you, tongue running over your bottom lip. You grant him the permission to explore your mouth, deepening the kiss. You even tasted incredible, too.
Eddie feels as if he’s on top of the world and he hopes Kas could see him now.
That’s checkmate, asshole.
You break the kiss, a line of spit connecting your lips before you lap at it with your tongue. A heat creeping up on your lips when you remembered exactly where you were.
“I hope these old cameras don’t work.” Although, something within you says the opposite.
“Come on.” Eddie takes your hand, leading you to the back corner of the library.
He turns you over, your back against the bookshelf as he starts off by kissing your neck. He, then, resumes moving his lips over your pouty ones, his skillful tongue works its wonders. When his hands reach your butt, he cups it and uses the leverage to glide your clothed core over his denim-covered thigh.
“First lesson in pleasuring yourself, if you’ve got a partner…use ‘em.” Eddie says, grinding you down against him causing you to moan out.
You cover a hand over your mouth afraid that you’re being too loud. He quickly removes your hand away.
“It’s just us, angel. I wanna hear you.”
“But what if someone walks in?”
“Don’t care. Show me how you play with that pussy when your at home. Ride my thigh.” His hand collides hard on your ass, the sting hurts so good.
“Please.” You rasp, rutting against his leg like a dog in heat while he sucked on your neck.
He wanted to taste you so badly. Drink of your nectar as if you were the very source of life itself. So, once he felt like he’d gotten his fill, he drops down to his knees before you. You were confused at first until you felt his hands creep up your dress, finding the band of your panties.
It was a blessing you decided to wear nice underwear today.
He slides your pink thong down your legs, hiking the skirt of your dress around your hips. The look on his face was enough to make you feel like a goddess. His hooded eyes, fluttering as he watch your honeyed arousal seep from your puffy lips.
“It so damn perfect.” Eddie groans. Not wasting a second longer, he dives in. His tongue licks a long stripe up and down your slit before taking in the sensitive nub between his pursed lips.
Your knees begin to buckle underneath you, the only thing keeping you up is his hand on your abdomen.
“Ngh..ooo please! Eddieee.” You whine, biting your lip to keep from screaming. In that moment, there was no turning back for you. You’ve now experienced the kind of pleasure your pillow could never compare to.
You almost felt sorry for denying yourself this kind of bliss. But it was worth the wait because now you get to indulge. And indulge you did, grinding your sodden cunt against his face. His arms wrap around your thick thighs, pulling you into him as if you weren’t close enough.
Eddie kisses your pussy like does when he kissing the lips on your face, savoring the feeling against his. He collects your juices on his tongue then spits back onto your throbbing pussy before sucking it off again. It was absolutely filthy. Something you’d never seen which was enough to make you cum hard at the sight alone.
Your walls clench and unclench within you, desperately needing to be filled. As if he’d read your mind, he slips in a thick digit into you. Then, another. You gasp at the sensation. It was foreign but it intensified your orgasm to the point where you reached for the books behind you to ground yourself into reality, knocking them to the ground.
You were like a work of Michelangelo. He watches intensely as you cry out and writhe against his mouth and fingers. The sounds of his moans combined with the suction noises would have anyone fooled that he was currently eating a 5-star cuisine.
“Oh, yess, daddy.” You let out a guttural groan, the whites of your eyes shown.
Eddie liked the sound of that, laughing wickedly against your thigh. He knew he’s won, taking you down piece by piece until you crumbled. He rubs your clit until your shaking from overstimulation, pulling his hand away to breathe again.
He smirks. The little tease. You smile back, panting. Your hair’s probably a mess from all the thrashing.
You expected him to slide your underwear back up your legs. Instead, he sniffs them and groans, pocketing them.
“Mine now.” He claims with a smile.
“You’ve definitely rocked my world.” You praise, now that you could form a coherent sentence.
He chuckles, helping you straighten yourself out. “So did you. I’ve never been so turned eating pussy. Nearly came in my pants like some prepubescent kid.”
“I want more.” You jump him, kissing with tongue and tasting yourself.
He pulls away, cradling you in his arms. “Whoa, whoa. Let me take you out on a date first. Let’s take things a little slow.”
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He was no better than Kas. Eddie was just as thirsty for you. Just as much to credit for your corruption. There was no slowing down between the two of you. Ever since you’d began dating, things have been intense.
There was lots of kissing for sure and Eddie loved going down on you every chance he got. He was a addicted to your taste and the way you sounded, determined to make you scream his name whenever the two of you were alone.
You’d asked Eddie to go to the sex shop with you because tonight was the night. You and Eddie have talked about it for these past few weeks now. He was going to take your virginity. Like you’d always dreamed about.
You were looking for your first time to be somewhat experimental but also as loving as possible. You knew Eddie would provide that. But there wasn’t just Eddie Munson who’d partake in your christening…Kas would soon make his entrance.
“You should buy that,” The little devil in Eddie’s mind says, drawing Eddie’s attention to the foxtail anal plug hung up on display. “It’ll train her ass just right for what I plan on doing to her tonight.”
“Fuck off. I’m not letting you get in on this,” Eddie bites. “She’s mine.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come out to play when our girl’s begging for our cock?” Kas says, smugly.
“Get the fuck out of my head, Kas. You’ve caused enough trouble in my life.”
“You can deny me all you wish but it changes nothing. I am your most primal desires and truest of nature. I am you,” Eddie could feel himself weakening. Kas growing in his awareness. “I have you to thank, though. You prepared the little lamb nice and ready for me to partake. Maybe I’ll let you take the reigns…eventually.” Kas chuckles, darkly.
“Eddie,” You skipped giddily over to him. “I think I’m ready to go now. I didn’t get much other than some condoms and lubricant like you said.”
“What do you think of this?” Kas says, picking up the foxtail, curling it around your neck as you look in the mirror.
You giggle. “What is that?”
“Oh, you’ll find out.”
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You made it to Eddie’s trailer and your nerves manifested into butterflies aimlessly fluttering in your tummy. This was going to happen. You were going to lose your virginity to Eddie Munson. But as excited as you were…you couldn’t bring yourself to step out of his van.
A part of you felt guilty. Like you wanted to call it off in that moment. You’ve been saving yourself for marriage but all your views and moral values were slowly unraveling. Was God looking down at you right now?
“Hey, bunny?” He says warmly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Something wrong?”
Your eyes look into his and suddenly you’re skeptical of the man before you. His pale skin contrasted with the darkening around his eyes which in return highlights the ruby red of his irises. “H-hey, um, Eddie?”
You say the name itself in the form of a question, which prompts him to catch onto your suspicion. And yet he smiles. “Yeah?”
“What if I were to say that I’m having second thoughts about this?”
“That’s normal. But that’ll pass. I promise I’ll make this enjoyable for you.”
You grip the edges of your skirt. “It’s just that…it feels so different. Y-you feel different again.”
The moonlight over his faces leaves one side lit brightly against his skin while the other half of his face was shaded in the dark.
“What makes you say that?”
“There’s something about your energy that’s… shifted. And your eyes—It’s like that night all over again. The night we almost….” You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “You’re not Eddie, are you? W-who are you?”
The corners of his lips curl. “You’re a clever little lamb, aren’t you? That explains why you ran off that night. Do you always run from danger?”
You frigid in your seat, watching his every move.
“My name is Kas. Think of me as an enhanced version of lover boy who’s, by the way, watching us through these eyes. Right now. Tonight…I’ll be filling in for him by filling in you.”
“You,” You whisper, pointing at him. “You’re the one that’s been influencing me and Eddie to do these unholy things. You’re possessing him.”
“Bunny, you’ve gotta stop reading that fairytale crap. It rots your brain. I’m no demon,” His fangs extend and you’re scared shitless. “I have no part in controlling Eddie’s emotions or yours. He’s been wanting to fuck you since he saw you. I couldn’t blame him. You’re so sexy.” He growls, leaning in.
You hold up the rosemary around your neck. “I’m protected by God.”
He smirks, reaching out to squeeze the pendant between his index and thumb. He bends the copper in half. You’re shocked to see that he was able to hold it without it negatively affecting him in some way. “Your God can’t save you. No one can. And with my cock down your throat, no one’ll hear you scream either.”
“What do you want?” You hiccup, a tear trickling down your face.
“To fornicate.” He mocks.
You try pulling at the door handle but to know avail, resorting to climbing into the back of the van. His manic cackling is a form of torment.
“You’re exactly where I want you, bunny.” Kas chortles, hopping out the driver’s side to yank open the double doors of the van. “I’ve always wanted to pop your cherry under the stars.”
You kick at him but he’s quicker than you, catching your legs and pulling you towards him. He forces your legs open for his body to stand in between. Climbing over you, he crashes his mouth over yours, teeth knocking in the impact. Your mouth opens at the force, allowing him bite down on your tongue and draw blood. You yelp out in pain, which dissipates into pleasure as he suckles on it.
You’re grinding your core into his hardening erection. He pulls away, looking between your bodies.
“Would you look at that? Looks like our girl wants me, too, Eddie.”
“Eddie?” You stopped rolling your hips in embarrassment, prompting him to slap the side of your thigh.
“Hey! Did I tell you to stop?”
“But Eddie…” You whimper.
“Awww, you scared he’s gonna be mad your humping my leg like a desperate little whore? He’ll be a lot more pissed at me for the things I’ll be doing to you.”
He thrusts his hips against you, pressing his erection into you. You whine out. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”
“Don’t be. He’s right here with us. He’ll feel every part of this. I just get to take the lead,” He pulls himself up on his knees. “Would you like to see what’ll be splitting you apart?”
You nod. You’re not sure why you’re flooding in your underwear at such graphic language but the thought of being impaled by him forcefully was more than inciting.
His shirt is the first to go, chest and abdomen riddled with large scars that made you question his survival of whatever attacked him. You follow his happy trail, his hands just above it before they find their way to his belt. The metal clanking of his belt fills the silence then the quiet zip of the zipper.
He straddles your upper body, the crotch area close enough to your face. “Pull ‘em down.” Kas demands.
With shaky hands, your fingers hook around the waistband of his boxers and pants, lowering them slowly until his cock springs out and hovers over your face with a bounce. You eyes widened in pure horror and fascination. Not only was it huge but it was freakish. Two toned with a rose pink tip, it jumped and wiggled as if it had a mind of its own. As if it were a tendril-like entity.
“Oh my god.” You squeak in shock.
“He looks happy to see you,” Kas smiles. “Why don’t you have a taste?”
You reluctantly stick your tongue out, licking a small strip up the tip. You taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue then rest your head back against the layers of comforters.
“What was that? Suck on it.” He demands, growing impatient.
“But I don’t know how.”
“I’ve seen the way you eat popsicles, sweetheart. You’ll do just fine. Here, I’ll even help you,” Gripping your hair forward, he sheaths himself down your throat. The entity of a cock, wriggling inside your throat and forcing you to gag. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He moans.
Kas forces your head down on him over and over. Your trapped between his legs so there was no running. The gurgling sound beneath him eggs him on as he fuck your face roughly. He yanks your hair back for a moment, a thick glob of spit dripping from the tip. You take in as much as air as you could.
“Look how pretty.” He pulls down on your hair, forcing your mouth up and open. Sticking his tongue out, he lets the saliva trail down onto your awaiting tongue.
You aren’t given enough time to compose yourself. Kas shoves his length down your throat once more, adamant on choking you with it. At one point he pinches your nose, using his handle around it to push and pull you down around him. You could hardly breathe but you would not allow yourself to tap out, wanting to please him.
He lets go of his hold around your nose and you learn to breathe through your nostrils, bobbing your head back and forth.
“Now, you’re getting the hang of it,” He says, breathlessly. “Here’s your reward.”
He collects the mass of spit drip between your mouth and his cock. You feel your panties push to the side and then that familiar pressure within you. You clamp around his fingers immediately.
“Ooo, yes please.” Your eyes roll back into your skull like always.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groans, pounding his finger into you so deep that you could feel the band of his rings tap against your clit. “What do you say, bunny?”
“Thank you, Master.” Your hips lift up to meet his thrusting fingers, your hand curled around his thick length as much as you could fit to jerk him off.
He circles his finger around something inside you that you hadn’t known you’ve possessed, flicking the trigger repeatedly until the sounds of your wetness echo in the vacuum space.
“I’m close…gonna cum.” Your legs are shaking as you pant for dear life. The pressure building more and more. “Oh god.”
“Not god, bunny. God couldn’t give you this much pleasure.”
You whine and babble, tears running down your face. Then, you’re gasping, eyes fluttering. This was going to be an intense one. One that scared you so much that you nearly ruined it on your own trying to suppress but Kas’s fingers knew how to draw your orgasm when you begged for it to retreat. No way could you handle this and come out sane.
“Unnh, mmm.” Now your toes are curling, arousal seeping and just before you snap…he pulls his fingers.
You’re hyperventilating. You hated him. You wanted to stop this. To give up. How could he be so evil?!
You cry out your frustration and he’s amused, studying features while you threw a tantrum beneath him.
“I was going to let you finish but then I remembered you tried running away from me…again,” He chides. Yet, now you cry and beg for me. So what is it? Are you mine or not?”
Your chest rises and falls, hot and angry tears streaming down your cheeks. “You said I deserve release.”
“Then, prove yourself worthy. Move me.” He smirks.
“I wanna cum,” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Wanna cum on your fingers, Master. Please. I belong to you. I’m yours.”
“Alright, bunny.” He coos, shoving his fingers into you again. And It’s like he’d never left. The pressure is there again and somehow there’s layers upon layers of it. One push of a beckoning finger against the pearl within you and you’re gushing endlessly.
You’re wetting the comforter beneath you, calling out into the night without a worry or care in mind as if he didn’t have neighbors. He doesn’t stop his ministrations and your convinced he’s trying to keep the trend of you screaming loud enough for people to think you’re being murdered.
“Just one more.” He says, wriggling against it again and you’re so sensitive that it feels like he’s broken something in you so that all you can do is leak out your arousal.
You tremble and jolt, eyes glossed over. Unaware of him sliding himself off you, it wasn’t until your legs are pried open again that brought you back. You look up at him, his pants fully removed.
“Take off your clothes. I’m done waiting.” He commands.
You oblige, shyly removing your clothing and garments until you lay bare before him. He looks you up and down, the entity-like cock stiffening in your direction.
You expected him to roll on a condom. Instead, he flip you around on your stomach.
“What about wearing a condom?” You panic.
“I’ll be filling you up with my cum. Think I could get your belly all round and swollen for me?”
You shook your head. “No, please.”
“You know how to end this. Say it and I’ll stop right now.”
He was right. Eddie had taught you the colors in case you needed things to stop or go slow. But you didn’t want any of that. You craved the full experience. You silently lift yourself on all fours, pushing your ass against him to show how badly you need him. It was going to hurt going in this way your first time but you weren’t a quitter.
“That’s my girl.” His hands squeezed around your waist, fingertips digging into your belly. The fat tip his cock at the entrance of your core.
You exhale, feeling the pressure and then just as he said…you’re being split apart. “Oh, ffff-“
“What’s that?” He teases, inching into you some more before snapping his hips forward. He’s officially fed you the entire length, stretching you beyond comprehension.
The wind is knocked out of you, your hand searching for something to grip. “Oh, fuck.” You squeak.
“Feels so fucking good ruining you.” He laughs, hitting sharp thrusts into you. Pound for pound, he elicits a noise out of you each time.
Kas smells the familiar scent of blood on his length and his bloodlust spikes. He fucks into you hard and your knees give out, now laying flat on your stomach.
“Oh, fuck, Master. Thank you.” You whine, biting into the sheet below you.
He’s relentless taking you as if you’ve been through this times before. No mercy. Your breath and words snatched away with each nudge of his tip teasing you g-spot. He pulls you up on your knees again and you feel a cool gel ooze onto your puckered hole. His thumb teases the entrance, circling around it until it’s replaced with a cold metal object that breaches through your anal cavity fully.
“Your ass looks so yummy, bunny.” Kas moans, spanking your ass roughly, yanking on the tail.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You chant, overwhelmed by the feeling of both your holes being filled.
“Howl for me.” He says, slapping your ass again.
You don’t even have to try. You were doing that exact kind of noise. His neighbors would for sure voice their complaints.
You feel his cock doing something to your walls that seemed near impossible as it suctions itself to your walls, keeping him snug within you while it searched for its main target.
Kas grunts with every thrust going deeper and deeper into your channel until reached your cervix. You began to salivate, mind numb. Was he in your stomach? You didn’t have to wonder long, feeling him apply pressure near your belly button. Oh yeah, he’s deep in your guts. Rearrange them for a permanent indentation. He’s officially broken you and you’re not understanding your reality at this point.
“You’re squeezing me tight, bunny. You gonna come?”
“Uh-huh.” You pant, eyes crossed.
“Then, fucking ask for permission!”
“Please make me cum, Master. Please. I’ve been a good girl. I wanna cum!”
His fingers find your swollen nub, rubbing it back and forth . Your legs give out once again but he doesn’t miss a beat, stroking long and deep into your squelching core. Skin slapping against skin as your ass jiggled at the force.
“I’m cumming!” You cry out, squirting your juices at anything in within range. Kas takes this opportunity to bite into your neck and feed. It all felt so overwhelming. Now you’ve understood it why the french call it ‘a little death’. You’re positive that your heart’s stopped momentarily during your convulsions.
“Shit, shit, shit.” You bite down on your finger, he’s still drinking of your blood.
Kas’s warm seed shoots through your warm channel. He unsheathing his sharp fangs from your neck, mouth bloodied as he pumped away in your clenching core. His moans enough to make you whine again at the sound even though you’re pretty much spent.
Once, he’s sure he’s pushed his cum far enough into the deepest parts of you, he stills and slides out of you slowly. His dick is covered in a mixture of cum and blood. You mourn the loss of him as if his place was meant to be inside you. He collapses in the space next to you, caressing your backside and playing with the tail thats still plugged in you.
“How do you feel?” He asks.
You turn over on your back, panting. “I feel…like I just had a spiritual awakening.”
“Didn’t I tell ya.” He chuckles.
“I’m also really lightheaded.”
“That’s both the orgasm and the blood loss. You’ll need some food to replenish.”
You hum your understanding.
Kas curls into your side, pressing kisses into your shoulder. “Do you like me, too? I know you like Eddie but do you like me?”
“I do,” You nodded. “I like every part of you.”
“Even if there were some…darker parts that you don’t get to see.”
You had to think about that one, piecing together Eddie’s arrival to the church along with the very idea of Kas. “I think that because I like you…I’m willing learn to understand you. But I don’t want anyone to get hurt. So, if you ever need to feed, I am yours.”
He nudged his head into the crook of your neck. Kas choose not to tell you about the missing man, wanting to start a new clean slate with you. Maybe you had influenced him just as much as he did you.
“Hey, Bunny. Lover boy’s looking to cut into our time. So if I go, just remember that I fucked you better.”
You giggle, playing in his hair. Kas shuts eyes and reopens them and they’re the familiar brown cow eyes.
“Eddie?” You place soft kisses all over his face when you notice his glare. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad, angel. But I won’t be so nice either.” He captures a hardened nipple between his teeth and bites down, making you scratch angry lines down his back. His mouth latches onto your creamy pussy, drinking of its essence. You were sensitive but you sigh in delight, hands in his hair as you arched off the van floor.
Should you be a lamb, then you shall serve yourself as a precious offering to your kings?
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for the steddie spotify wrapped if you haven't gone over the cap yet because this is such a cool idea 🖤
my lucky number 74 and whatever rating your lil heart desires (but we all know i'm okay with explicit)
Hoooboy. Thank you for the request. #74 on my Spotify Wrapped is Watch The World Burn by Falling In Reverse.
The second I pulled this up, I knew what it needed to be. SO This blurb is rated E. There is blood, there is wings, there is just a whole lot going on. There is the promise of monster fucking. This is...enjoy this.
Minors? See ya. Everyone else? Enjoy.
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I can't control the monster any longer that's inside.
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"Steve, No." Eddie growls. He growls--and that--well it shouldn't go straight to Steve's dick, but it does.
"Eds." Steve sighs. "You've literally been drinking from my wrist since March. What difference does it make?"
Eddie's voice is low, dangerous, when he answers. "The difference, Steve, is that your wrist is safe. I don't know what'll happen if I--if you let me--" He stutters, which, is interesting because this 'version' of Eddie is always so sure. Calmer then he was--before--
Steve would argue that Eddie hasn't changed much, you know…aside from the blood drinking and the retractable fangs and the sometimes-wings. Oh--and the occasional flashes of red eyes and maybe his eyes drifted too low one time and if Eddie's packing what Steve thinks he's packing well--Alright, okay. So maybe he's changed a little.
And well, maybe Steve's a little obsessed with him. But that--that shit was happening before all of Eddie's vampire shit so that's not really new information to Steve.
This isn't exactly a conversation Steve wanted to have in his fucking kitchen, but here they were. "I want to, Eddie. I don't think you're getting enough and I don't--I just want to help, Eds. It just my fucking neck. It's not like a million girls haven't--"
Steve's (very funny, thank you) joke is cut short by Eddie growling again. A deep low rumble and god fucking dammit he has got to stop doing that tonight.
"Don't." Eddie snaps, he's eyes catching Steve's just as they flash red.
Well, mark Steve down as scared and horny. "Sorry." He breathes.
"Steve--I can hardly keep it together as is. If you let me do this I can't promise that I won't completely lose it." Eddie says, voice pitched low.
"I want you to" Steve says, it's a whisper, but he thinks he gets what Eddie is trying to say and--
"Yeah Stevie I get it. I can bite your neck. I know you want me too, but that's not what I mean I--"
Steve cuts him off. "I know what you mean, Eddie, and I want you to."
Eddie blinks. His eyes a mix of red and deep brown. It's hypnotizing. "You--I--what?"
"I want you, Eddie." Steve says, looking him dead in the eyes. He means it. He needs Eddie to know that he does. "You, all of you. All of this. You don't scare me."
Eddie cocks his head. "I don't--I don't know if I'll be able to control it Steve. I want you so fucking bad."
When Steve responds, it's a quiet thing. "Then have me, have all of me. You won't hurt me, Eddie."
It's all kind of a blur after that.
Eddie and Steve lean forward at the same time and then they're kissing. They're kissing and Steve swears to god he can feel his heart beating the blood through his veins. He's afraid it might beat out of his damn chest. Eddie pulls his lip between his teeth--fangs absent--and Steve mourns it.
"Fuck, Stevie. The things I wanna do to you." Eddie purrs, and Steve--well Steve would never admit to the sound he makes, so don't ask.
Steve pulls back and Eddie just places kisses anywhere he can reach, his cheeks, his jaw, peppering kisses along his throat. "Fuck." Steve whines. "Do it, Eddie. Do whatever you want. Kiss me, bite me, fuck me. I--I'm yours, Eds I'm all you."
There's that damn growl, as Eddie noses against Steve's jugular. "Dammit, Stevie." Eddie pulls back, his lips are spit slicked and his eyes are bright red. "Upstairs. Now."
Steve wouldn't admit that he sprinted, per say, but he finds himself in his room pretty damn fast.
Eddie follows quickly and pushes Steve onto the bed. God, Eddie's so fucking pretty. His eyes are still glowing red and somewhere between the time, it took them to get to Steve's room, the fangs have made their appearance.
Steve wants them in his fucking neck. He wants them anywhere Eddie's is willing to bite. He can't help himself, he pulls Eddie down into a kiss. It's brutal, messy. One of Eddie's pointed canines catches on his lip. Draws blood. Eddie laps at it, his tongue licking over Steve's swollen lips and--god, Steve's is going to cream his fucking jeans.
He moans and Eddie laughs. It's that dark tone again.
"Baby." Eddie purrs into his mouth as Steve crashes their lips together again. He only pulls back, head hitting his pillow, when Eddie groans as his wings unfurl.
"Fuck Eddie," Steve breathes, enamored. He reaches up to run a finger along a leathery wing. They look like bat wings, but they're fucking massive. He's lost in running his fingers along one, and Eddie shivers.
"Steve." Eddie's voice is deep, it's low and it's clear and Steve can't fucking breathe.
"Bite me." Steve is breathless, for no reason, other than the beautiful man above him. "Please, Eddie, please." He pleads, begs. He needs this as bad as Eddie does.
Eddie pushes their hips together and Steve can feel their dicks grinding against each other. He gasps as Eddie noses along his jaw.
"I'll bite you baby. I'll make you feel so good--" Eddie's words are saccharine, dripping with a sweetness that is disguising a deep, visceral need. Steve is positive their are pleas falling from his lips. "--but you'll be mine, Stevie."
Mine mine mine.
The words run rampant in Steve's mind. "I'm yours--I'm yours, Eddie. Bite me." His eyes snap up to meet Eddie's pure red. Gorgeous.
Eddie leans forward, eyes sparkling, He nips at Steve's ear, groaning out a 'mine', before licking a stripe over Steve's neck.
Eddie bites and Steve sees fucking fireworks.
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Eddie wakes up in an unfamiliar bed. He’s bandaged and broken with no memory of how he got here. Before he can call out for help, Steve comes in. Looks delighted that he’s awake. Tells him he has to be quiet though. That Steve’s parents showed up and they’ll probably leave soon but if they see Eddie, they’ll call the police and he’s still a wanted man.
Steve’s got the kind of bathroom that connects his room with the guest room. Says they’re called “Jack and Jill” bathrooms. Which sounds like some weird Brady Bunch type of shit but it means they have access to each other and a bathroom without leaving their rooms which is convenient as hell.
Steve helps him to the bathroom at first, closes the door for privacy. Showers are trickier because his parents would notice the shower running twice. And Eddie needs help. They shower together with their boxers on until the last minute, then shove them down with their backs turned and wrap up quickly with towels after. It’s an odd bonding experience but it breaks down any barriers they have pretty quickly.
Steve apologizes daily for the lack of visitors. Says they can’t risk it though, his parents don’t really know about the kids. Steve sneaks him food, cold leftovers usually but snacks to keep in a drawer, even brings him a pack of Yoo-hoos. He loans Eddie his Walkman with his shitty tapes but promises to go to the record store soon and get Eddie something he likes.
Every day Steve brings him something new. A notebook to doodle in, colored pens, books to read. Spends most of his time with Eddie. Let’s Eddie draw fake tattoos on him with a black marker until Eddie’s exhausted and needs to sleep. Refuses to scrub the tattoos in the shower so they’ll last longer. Eddie drags his fingertips over them sometimes. Thinks about pressing his lips to them.
He has nightmares about the bites and feels them again night after night. Feels terrified in the dark. One night he wakes in Steve’s arms, with Steve shushing him and rocking him. Steve tells Eddie that he’d been crying out and he was afraid his parents would come check. Offers to sleep with him. Eddie’s so desperate for human contact that agrees, even though he’s already worried Steve knows how he feels. The next night, Steve offers without Eddie even asking. He never bothers going back to his own bed after that.
It’s not until he’s been trapped in one room for two weeks and realized he isn’t getting any stronger that Eddie gets suspicious.
The weirdest thing is that Eddie never hears anyone else in the house. And he listens. His window faces the backyard so he can’t tell if Steve’s parents' car is ever gone. But the phone never rings and there’s never raised voices or music or anything. No TV to disrupt the silence. The only time there are sounds from the kitchen or on the stairs is when Steve’s out of the room.
One day, Steve tells him he’s going to go see the kids, maybe bring Eddie some letters from them if he can but his moms home so Eddie can’t leave the room. Shouldn’t even walk around and don’t flush the toilet. He’s scared. Or he acts like it at least. Eddie’s not sure what to think. Makes Eddie promise to be careful because he says he doesn’t want anything to happen to him. So afraid he’ll come home to find Hawkins PD on the lawn and Eddie at gunpoint.
Eddie’s afraid of that too but he’s just as afraid that there’s something not adding up here. He waits for fifteen minutes after Steve leaves before he cracks his guestroom door open, listening for any sounds. There’s nothing. He’s so weak that his legs almost wobble in their borrowed sweats but he makes it across the hall to what looks like another guest room. It overlooks the street. No cars in the driveway or out front. But they have a garage. So maybe they’re parked inside it?
Eddie pokes his head cautiously into the other bedroom. The door to this one is closed. It’s clearly the master, he can tell once he peeks inside. On his way to pull the door shut though, he sees dust on the bedside table. He lifts up the picture frame on it. There’s a lot of dust on the table. Months worth. Maybe more. He puts the frame back carefully. Ventures farther into the room, careful not to stick his fingers into any of the dusty surfaces on the furniture he passes. In the master bathroom, he finds the same signs of disuse. Opens the closet, it’s full of clothes but they all smell musty. Like they’ve been closed up for far too long.
He goes back to the guest room to check the driveway, still empty. No Bimmer. He doesn’t bother to go downstairs. There’s no way Steve’s parents are here. Which means that Steve is keeping him here for some reason. Lying to him. Why is he lying?
He goes to the phone table in the hallway, realizes he doesn’t know Dustin’s number by heart. He only knows the number to the trailer which he tries first and gets the disconnected signal and the number to Reefer Rick which is also disconnected …and Gareth. Who he doesn’t want to involve but he needs help. He calls. It rings ten times before Eddie finally hangs up.
He’s close to tears. Maybe he can run for it? Hide somewhere and then go to Henderson’s once it gets dark? He stands there in the upstairs hallway next to the little table with the phone on it for far too long though because he hears a car pull into the driveway. He hobbles quickly back to his room, clicking the door shut and climbing back into bed. He’s sweating, his heart is racing, Steve’s gonna know. He’s gonna know.
After a minute of movement downstairs during which Eddie barely breathes, he hears Steve coming up the stairs. His heart is near to bursting out of his chest; it's beating so fast. Steve’s bedroom door opens and then Steve comes through their shared bathroom. Concern on his face at Eddie’s agitated state.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie whispers, voice trembling naturally, “I was freaking out. Thank god it’s you. Every tiny sound, I was sure she was gonna come in here. Can you,” he holds out his hands and Steve smiles, sliding onto the bed next to him. Protective. Eddie curls into Steve, hiding the fear in his eyes by squeezing them shut. Hiding the knowledge on his face by pressing into Steve’s shoulder. Curling into Steve like a scared rabbit. Because he is. Because Steve is some kind of predator and Eddie doesn’t know how to escape.
Steve rubs his back gently, whispering reassurances. They fall asleep like that. Eddie, exhausted from his digging and the adrenaline fall out of what he’s excavated.
When he wakes up, there’s a fresh bandage on his neck and he’s alone. Steve must be listening for him though because he comes in on quiet feet, tells him in a hushed voice that Eddie must have strained too much while Steve was gone. He’d bled through his bandage so Steve had very carefully changed it in his sleep.
But Eddie knows it hadn’t hurt all day and it hurts now. He thinks about how often that happens. And how weak he is. How he’s not getting any stronger. How monsters are real. And Vecna is real. And that Vecna’s right hand was a vampire, a valiant knight that he gave the name Kas to. He thinks about how Steve is the most valiant knight that Eddie has ever known. And Eddie knows he has nowhere to run this time.
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Be still, my foolish heart part 1
Steddie week day 1
hunger with a side of pining: 500 words of kas!eddie
When Steve suggests that Eddie drink from him, part of Eddie wants to argue.
It’s dangerous. True. They don't actually know that Eddie has the willpower and the ability to stop drinking once he’s started.
Steve doesn't actually want Eddie to drink from him. Probably true. There’s no way Steve wants Eddie’s fangs to pierce into him, for him to take and take and take until Steve feels woozy from the blood loss.
Eddie wants it too much. True. He wants it, to an absurd degree. He wants it like he’s never wanted anything else in his life.
He wants it so much that he agrees, selfishly. He wants it more than he cares about the risk.
Well- that’s not completely true. He is almost one hundred percent sure that he can stop once he’s had his fill. He wouldn’t risk it if he thought otherwise. But he wants it enough that even the slight chance that he might lose control isn't enough to stop him from taking it.
He’s been subsisting on deer and other fauna from the forest for a while now and it’s always a little icky feeling, sticking his fangs into an animal.
He hasn’t bit a human before and if Steve’s offering, he wants it. He wants to know if it’s different, when it’s with a human.
Will it taste better? Because so far, none of the animals he’s tried has tasted particularly good.
Will it fill him up more? He can only take so much from the small deer or squirrels he’s able to catch without killing them - a fine line he’s had to walk since he got back - and he wants to know if drinking from Steve will sate his hunger more than drinking from fucking Bambi.
And will he finally get over his obsession with Steve after he drinks from him? Because he is obsessed.
He’s been obsessed with Steve Harrington since his first senior year, when Steve was freshly fallen from his title of “King”.
He was pretty and he looked so sad all the time and Eddie wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and kiss him better. He still blushes thinking about how much he wanted to fix Steve back then, that he thought he could, when he had no idea what he was actually going through, when Steve was only a pretty picture in his mind, really.
He’s been obsessed and as hard as he tries, he can't shake him. He can't shake the feelings he’s had for years. So he can't help but wonder if once he gets up close and personal, once he tastes him, if it’ll sate that hunger too.
So he’s going to be selfish.
He’s going to do it.
He’s taking Steve up on his generous offer and he’s going to enjoy every second of it. Because he won't do it again. He’ll drink from him this one time and that’ll have to be enough.
It has to be.
It will be.
part 2
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As Above, So Below - Series Masterlist
Van Helsing - Kas!Eddie/Fem!OC - Soulmates
This story is told from 2nd Person POV (you/your)
Minors DNI - This fic is for 18+ readers only.
Summary: In order to undo a centuries-long curse, you travel to Hawkins to defeat a great evil and close the gates to Hell once and for all. Unfortunately, you uncover many unsettling secrets including some about your lost love, Eddie Munson.
Warnings (in no particular order): Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut (Specifics Tagged in Chapters), Major and Minor Character Deaths, Violence, Gore, Body Horror, Blood, Manipulation, Transformation, Corruption, Religious Elements, Criticism of Religion, Biblical and Other Literary and Pop Culture References
This story is going to be EXTREMELY HEAVY to write, so I will not be putting out a posting schedule. Chapters will get posted as they are completed.
OC is of European/Italian-American descent on her father's side and her mother's side can be left up to interpretation. She is loosely Roman Catholic and you will see why I say loosely if you read. I will not be giving her a name, or any major physical descriptors if I can help it but her cultural identity is integral to this story.
Note: You do not need to have seen Van Helsing (2004) to understand the premise of this fic. You should, however, read the prequels.
Prequels:
Heaven - Hell - Purgatory
Hymns of Heaven: A series of "additions" to the prequel timeline based on cryptid and monster requests.
April 1984 Mothman - April 1984 Immortal Snail - May 1984 Splinter Cat - May 1984 Sully - June 1984 Chupacabra - July 1984 Will-o'-the-Wisp - August 1984 Manticore - August 1984 Frogman - September 1984 Fresno Nightcrawler - September 1984 Thunderbird/Horned Serpent - October 1984 The Kraken - Halloween 1984 Werewolf - December 1984 Freddy Kreuger - December 1984 The Guardians - Christmas Eve 1984 Loch Ness Monster - January 1985 Manananggal - April 1985 Oneiroi - Unknown in the UD Inner Monster - Unknown in the UD Nachzehrer
Related Blurbs:
Limbo - Genesis
Gratia. Charitas. Solamen.
Prequel Playlist
Chapters:
Prologue - Annunciation
1 - Illumination
2 - Descendió a los Infiernos
3 - Crucible
4 - Malum Malus
5 - Via Domus
6 - Revelation
7 - Exodus
8 - Miserere Mei
9 - Deus in Absentia
10 - Atonement
11 - Ab Aeterno
Series Playlist
Reader's Guide to AASB - A collection of references and Easter eggs that are made in the story.
Series Art
All series art is commissioned by me from various fandom artists. Some art depicts the Knight and these depictions do look like me and will be noted as such. If you want to keep the illusion of a faceless Knight, please do not look at the artwork noted with (*).
*Eddie and the Knight on their First Date - by @boltedfruit *
Hell Eddie - V2 feat. Knight's Intervention - by @lilithapril (TW: Blood/Gore)
Purgatory Eddie - by @dance-on-the-bones (TW: Blood)
Kas!Eddie - by @nightonblogmountain
*AASB Sketch Sheet - by @toomanyacorns* (TW: Blood)
Via Domus - Eddie and the Demobats - by @hearsegrrl
*AASB Sketch Sheet 2 - by @toomanyacorns * (TW: Blood)
The Gospel According to Mary Victoria - AASB as told from Mary Victoria’s perspective and a deep dive into her journey.
Book 1 - Book 2 - Book 3
This fic will not be for the faint of heart. Please check the above warnings and ask yourself if you are in the correct headspace to proceed. I am happy to answer any questions via PM or Ask.
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“You are scared. You're tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?”
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Joseph Quinn / Stranger Things Cast Q&A - Fan Expo Canada (2022)
(Cr: https://youtu.be/iogcf8DFXts )
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• STORIES OF EDDIE MUNSON •
posting part seven tomorrow, may 20th, at 6pm pst
• season one • season two • part six •
kas saves your life and now you owe him? fuck that.
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How would Vampire Eddie text Reader in the obsession series? I feel like he’s a text you every two minutes type of Vampire 😂😂
Hiii lovey!! I will gladly show you how he texts Reader😂 I hope you enjoy!!💖
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I Wanna Be Your Slave - Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie takes you out to celebrate your birthday, but when you surprise him, he loses his mind. Just a little.
Warnings: Mature themes but it is just a makeout, albeit a spicy one. Kissing, biting if you look hard enough, grabby hands, Eddie being weak for his beautiful girlfriend, swearing, gooeyness, food and drink mention
A/N: This is sort of set in the AU universe of Darkness At The Heart Of My Love, hence Rocksteady and Eddies uncle (you'll see)
A/N 2: This is a little indulgent piece for my beautiful, amazing partner in crime, @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ! Happy Birthday, my love!! I hope you have the most amazing day, you deserve it! Thank you so much for our friendship, for supporting me and listening to me ramble. It's an honour to be your friend and i'm getting gushy so i' going to stop now🥰
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“Eddie, you do realise someone could walk in, right?”
“Shhh, baby, I really could not fucking care right now. Look at you – fuck, how can I think about anything else now, huh?” His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer even though there was no closer left. The space between you was less than a breath, the heat of his body searing into yours.
You were both in the storeroom - of all places - at Rocksteady, the bar that Eddie’s uncle Denny – his mothers brother – owned. It was a gorgeous place, the walls covered in posters and polaroids, neon signs making an ambient glow that was both cosy and welcoming. The air smelt like delicious food from Sammy’s kitchen, music constantly playing of course. It was an extension of Eddie’s trailer, the welcoming buzz of rock and metalheads that looked intimidating but were really just softies.
The soft chuckle left your throat, melting into a gentle moan when Eddie’s lips found their way to your neck, mouthing over the skin as he wound a ringed hand into your hair to tug it back, exposing more of your throat, “And if your uncle walked in? Or your aunt?” Fuck, his lips felt like heaven as they grazed over your pulse point, making what little care you were pretending to have quickly fade away.
Eddie pressed you further into the wall, his silky curls brushing against your skin, “Then I’d tell him to fuck off, because I have more important things to do, like worship my sweetheart, who looks like a goddamn goddess in my clothes on her birthday.” He let out a breath against your skin, a soft shudder running down his body, “Fuck.” He melted again, having to take a moment, hands tightening on your waist almost in restraint.
He still wasn’t over it.
You’d walked in about forty-five minutes ago, ready to celebrate your birthday with your friends, and to have a little mischief yourself. Just before you left, you’d seen Eddie’s battle vest hanging on the back of your dresser chair so… Of course, you’d slipped it on, the worn denim soft and imbued with his rich scent, pine trees and rain, a little smoky and just unmistakably him.
You loved the way it fit on your body, embracing you just as he did – and it was evident how much Eddie loved it from the second you walked into Rocksteady and the poor boy couldn’t get a full word out when he came to greet you at the door.
“Fuck baby, look at you – this is my jacket, mine and you’re – shit, it looks insane on you.”
“God, you can keep this – fuck, you can have all my clothes if it means you look like this all the time – this is mine-“
He couldn’t stop staring at you, those chocolate eyes drinking in the sight of your form wearing his clothes proudly. Not only because you looked like heaven, but because he still wasn’t over how proudly you displayed your love for him. You wore his clothes, held his hand, and kissed him in public, talked about him and his music and campaigns to anyone you met. You wore the guitar pick he’d given you on a chain with every outfit and had even made a Corroded Coffin t-shirt.
As the evening had gone on, the drinks and food and laughter with your friends, his hands were creeping further and further along your body. Trailing over your thigh, sliding across your shoulders and back, rubbing up your neck with his nails grazing your hair.
Over and over, his head slipping to your shoulder, lips mouthing over your neck whenever the others weren’t looking, until you’d gotten up to get more drinks and Eddie had followed you like a puppet on a string, at your feet, hand slipping into yours before he pulled you past the bar, down a corridor, a tiny set of steps and into the cool storeroom.
And here you were.
Pinned to the wall by your boyfriend’s hands and body, whilst he grazed his teeth along that point on your neck that had you weak at the knees and breathing his name just as your head tilted back against the wall. “I just can’t get over how fucking good you look.” He groaned into your neck, lifting his head when you tugged at his hair, “What is it, baby? Tell me what it is you want, I’ll give it you – Fuck, I’ll give you anything.” His eyes were blown out, dark like a midnight sky, locked onto you and completely, utterly yours. He was yours, always.
You slid a hand to his jaw, feeling the faint brush of stubble against your palms and you gently traced the plush shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “Kiss me, Eddie. Please.” You lifted your own eyes to his, eyes that could make you feel untethered in the middle of a storm, but also safer than anything in your entire life.
Eddie nodded faintly, his face turning soft and molten and he ducked his head to meet yours, his nose grazing the length of your own as he breathed, “I love you, so much.” Before his lips were on yours and that was where coherent thought ended.
Everything became him, his taste, the brush of his tongue to yours, the rumbles in the back of his throat that mirrored your own.
It was the way his hands grazed and gripped your body with little restraint but still with all the care in the world, like you were the most precious thing in the universe to him, even though he knew you wouldn’t break.
It was the taste of him, the feel of his body against yours, something you would recognise blind.
The beat of your hearts, falling in unison as you drowned in each other and the ever-present heat that never went away, no matter how long you had been together. It would always be there, because you were constantly learning new things about each other, falling in love a little more.
Eventually, when he had kissed you so thoroughly you almost forgot your name, you broke apart; if only because you were both gasping for breath and looking at each other with a simmering fire that meant you could have to leave your own birthday celebration earlier.
You blinked at him, before you both let out a soft little breathy laugh and you dropped your forehead against his shoulder, feeling his hand curl itself further on the back of your head.
You sucked in a deeper breath, holding it for a second before letting it go, the sound muffled against his shoulder, “At the risk of being a cliché, wow.” The soft chuckle came naturally as you slid your hands down Eddie’s back. It still never failed to amaze you how he could take your breath away – literally – with just a make out. It didn’t need to be tumbling over whatever surface was nearby with minimal clothing, sometimes it could just be the two of you drowning in each other's kisses.
Eddie hummed a similar soft chuckle into your hair, his hands now rubbing up and down your arms like a gentle come down to ground you, “At the risk of sounding like a cliché, I agree.” He grinned against your forehead, brushing his lips over the skin to plant a soft kiss between your eyebrows, “You can wear my clothes more often.”
“Eddie, you do realise I wear your clothes more than I wear my own, right?” You leant back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, laughter clear on your face, along with the soft flush over your cheeks and your kiss-swollen lips.
Your boyfriend drunk in the sight of you with those gorgeous doe eyes, the honey rich chocolate glimmering with joy and adoration, and maybe a little bit of smugness that he made you look so ruffled up, “Hey, so you admit it then!!” He grinned, all pretty and yours, “You always denied it before and now I finally have my confession.”
You rolled your eyes with playful exasperation, giving his chest a pretend shove, “Oh, shut up, you love it. As proven just now.” You raised both eyebrows now, unable to stop the stupid grin on your lips.
Eddie matched it still, letting you push him away but his hands on your arms just pulled you with him away from the wall, close to his body because even the thought of parting, even just a few centimeters, was too much. “Oh yeah? How’d you work that one out, gorgeous?” He cocked his head in that way of his, curls bouncing around his shoulders.
Again, you mirrored him, moving so your feet were between his, gently nudging him back toward the door, “Because whenever I wear your clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of me, and you turn into a babbling, blushing mess.”
He blinked at you, cheeks indeed flushing softly even as you opened the door and the sounds of the bar came back to greet you. But then he beamed once again, shrugging lightly, “I have no shame in that, sweetheart. You know I’m always at your knees, so why would I hide it?” He ducked down to kiss your cheek, then peck your lips before pushing the door open and letting you duck under his arm.
It was your turn to flush softly as you walked out, turning to look at him, “You’re a dork, you know that?” God, you fucking loved him.
Eddie swept into a bow before looping his arm around your shoulders, “I’m your dork.” He drew you in close, kissing the top of your rumpled hair because he couldn’t stop himself, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things au#stranger things fic#eddie munson fic#joseph quinn#darkness at the heart of my love series#kas!eddie#eddie munson au
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Roland: Keep talking and I’ll shoot you like a lame horse.
Eddie: Well I think i’d be a pretty cool horse, actually-
Jake: -NO!! THATS NOT WHAT THAT MEANS!!
#the dark tower#roland deschain#eddie dean#jake chambers#ka-tet#the dark tower series#stephen king#txt
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Blood and Roses Part 3
Chapter Summary: Everyone is still struggling with the aftermath of Eddie's return. Eddie gets a chance to prove he can be trusted.
Series Summary and Characters posted in Part One.
Warnings: Angst, reader is assaulted, Eddie is violent with reader's attacker, blood. reader and Steve argue again. Also no one hate me for this, but it's revealed that Max died.
Part 1 2
You make it to the butcher shop and back without any trouble. Since the earthquake and fire, the whole town has gone to hell. More than half of its citizens had fled, and a lot of those that stayed behind considered the city their own personal playground. They would loot, vandalize, and even attack people for sport.
It's dark out. An almost permanent black cloud had settled over the town. Occasionally the sun would peek through, but it was a rare occasion. You missed it.
You’re getting out of the car when a random man approaches you.
“Hey, miss, you got the time?”
You’re instantly on guard. “No, sorry. I don’t wear a watch.”
He frowns. “Damn. Do you maybe got anything to eat? I’m starving.”
“Again, sorry. I’m not carrying anything with me.” No way were you inviting him in the house.
He eyes your bag. “Looks like you got plenty.”
“It’s not food.”
He snorts and grabs your arm. “We’ll see.”
You kick at him. “Let go of me!”
He backhands you into the car. You cry out and drop the bag, blood splattering everywhere.
“What the fuck? What is this? You sick bitch, look at my clothes!” He lifts his hand to strike you again. You brace yourself for the blow, but it never comes.
You realized your eyes are screwed shut. You open them to see Eddie standing in front of you, holding the guy up in the air by his throat.
“Eddie, stop. Let him go, please!"
He squeezes his throat tighter.
"Eddie, don't!"
He looks at you. "Are you hurt? Is this your blood?"
"No, no, it's animal blood! I'm fine! Put him down."
Eddie glares at the man. "I see you around here again and you're fucking dead, do you hear me?"
He struggles to nod, slapping at Eddie’s arm and panicking. Eddie drops him on the ground and kicks him.
“Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit."
You watch as the man runs off, looking horrified. He trips and falls, glancing back over his shoulder as he sprints away.
Eddie turns to you, cupping your face in his hands. "Are you okay? Are you sure you aren't hurt?"
"How are you out here? Did they untie you?"
He looks down guiltily. "Not exactly."
"Eddie?"
"I have, like, supernatural hearing now. I could hear what he was saying, heard him slap you."
"But you were tied in chains, how did you-"
He still won't meet your eyes. "I, uh…"
Steve and Dustin come sprinting outside. Steve takes one look at you drenched in blood and slams Eddie into your car.
"Dustin get her inside, get help!"
"Steve, Jesus, this isn't my blood! I dropped the bag from the butcher. Can everyone please calm the FUCK down?"
Eddie shoves Steve. "Get off me, man, I was helping her."
Steve slams him into the car again.
"Steve, stop! It's true! Some random guy attacked me. Eddie ran him off."
Dustin grips your arm, looking terrified. "We left him alone for a few minutes. I heard a bang, the chains were in pieces on the floor, we didn't-"
"Shh, shh, I'm fine. I promise I'm okay. He didn't hurt me." You reassure him.
"Tell us the truth. Did you know you could break those chains the whole time?" Steve demands.
Eddie hesitates, then nods. "I mean, yeah, I figured I could. They weren't heavy or anything."
"They're like an inch thick!"
"Wait, so you were just pretending to be restrained? You could have gotten out any time?" Dustin asks.
Eddie nods slowly.
Steve huffs. "So you lied to us. We weren't safe at all."
You shake your head. "Steve, no. Don't you see? He could have attacked us at any time but he didn't! I'm standing here covered in blood and he hasn't touched me."
"He still lied!"
"What choice did he have!? You've been treating him like an animal!"
"I've been trying to keep us all alive!"
"Who died and made you boss!?"
"Who else has to die, Y/N?"
You step back, recoiling as if he'd slapped you.
Eddie glances back and forth between the two of you. "Who…who died?"
Dustin clears his throat. "Um, Max. She…she didn't make it."
Eddie slumps. "Red? What happened?"
"Vecna got her. She lived a little while afterwards, but the doctors couldn't, they couldn't-"
You squeeze Dustin's shoulder.
Eddie sighs, rubbing his face.
"I'm just trying to keep the rest of us alive." Steve repeats softly.
"I shouldn't have come back. I don't know why I thought- I'm gonna go." Eddie says.
You grab his arm. "Eddie, no, please. Don't leave."
"Steve's right. You guys can't trust me. I get it."
"No, Steve can't trust you, but I do. I do!"
"Y/N." Steve protests.
You turn and jab a finger at his chest. "If I have to lose him again, because of you, I will never forgive you. I swear to God, Steve, I will hate you."
Eddie looks stunned. You siding with him over Steve was the last thing he expected. You and Steve had always been close, two peas in a pod. He figured that had only intensified after everything had gone to hell.
"Fine. He stays. But he's still under watch and if he takes one step out of line-"
"I won't." Eddie interrupts. "I swear."
Steve doesn't look convinced, but drops it.
You sigh. "Now can I please go shower? This blood is starting to dry and it's so sticky."
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You stay in the shower as long as you can, scrubbing until your skin is red. You figure your clothes are pretty much ruined, so you throw them into the wastebasket before toweling off. Robin knocks on the door and opens it a few inches, sticking clean clothes through the crack.
"Thank you."
"Are you okay?"
"I haven't been okay in weeks." You admit.
"Get dressed. I'll make you some tea."
You get dressed and run a brush through your hair, scowling at your reflection in the mirror. In the past few weeks, you'd lost weight, gained undereye circles, and had various scrapes and bruises that were slow to heal. You barely recognized yourself.
You head into the kitchen.
Eddie is sitting at the table, sipping blood from a coffee mug. He looks embarrassed, but you squeeze his shoulder reassuringly.
"Feeling better?" He asks, reaching up to lay his hand on yours.
You nod. "I'm fine. Thank you, for everything."
"Don't mention it."
Robin sets a cup of tea in front of you. "Drink. You look pale."
You sit down and sip it slowly. "Someone's gotta go back to the butcher, replace what I-"
"Nancy and Mike are on it."
"Good deal."
"I'm sorry for being so much trouble." Eddie mumbles. "I'm sorry for all of it."
"Hey, none of this is your fault. You didn't ask for this, Eddie. None of us did."
"I should have stayed away. I didn't think-"
"Enough." You say firmly, taking his hand in yours. "We're glad you're back. We missed you."
"Maybe you and Dustin did, but-"
"Hey now, I missed you!" Robin protests. "Maybe not as much as Y/N and Dustin, but we weren't besties and I wasn't in love with you, still I really did…oh…shit."
You clench your mug so tightly your knuckles turn white. You refuse to look up, refuse to see the expression on Eddie's face.
"Y/N, I…" Robin stutters.
You stand up, pouring your tea into the sink and rinsing out your cup.
Neither Robin or Eddie say anything as you walk out of the room.
Robin turns to Eddie. "I didn't mean that like it sounded. I didn't mean Y/N was in love with you, I was just saying that you and I weren't really friends or romantically involved, well obviously not romantically involved because you're not the type I like, but I'm just-"
"Robin. It's fine. Steven basically told me already. I just haven't said anything to Y/N because I don't know what to say."
"Oh. Okay, well, can you please tell her you already knew? I wouldn't say you heard it from Steve, it might be the final nail in their coffin, but if you could shift the blame off me a little-"
"I'm not talking about it. It doesn't matter now."
"Wait, why not?"
"Because I'm a fucking vampire and we're basically in the middle of the apocalypse. How would we ever make it work?"
"I gotta ask, and feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but before all this happened, did you-"
"Yeah. I loved her. I just didn't know how to tell her. I always thought she and Steve were gonna wind up together. They were so close. I didn't think she would want someone like me."
"I really think you should talk to her."
"I can't. I can see it on her face, I've already broken her heart more than once. I won't hurt her again."
"Maybe there's a way."
"People like me don't get happy endings with people like her. My story isn't gonna be filled with romance and roses. It's blood and war now."
"Why can't it be both?"
"You really think that's what she deserves? A life of going to the butcher shop for me, hiding me out from the town, hiding from the sun? She deserves more. I won't do that to her. I wasn't good enough for her before this happened, I'm damn sure not good enough for her now."
"I don't think that's true, Eddie. You're still you. And she's still her."
"Robin, drop it." He warns. "My mind is made up."
She sighs. "I get it. I do. But Y/N won't."
"She will eventually."
"I think you're underestimating her. She could handle this. She's stronger than you think."
"I know she is. But I'm not. And I won't do this to her."
Robin nods. "Just be careful. You have no idea the hell she's been through without you."
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