#vampire eddie munson x reader
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Through the Walls
A/N: I always lean towards Eddie’s POV, I dunno why. I’m trying this out, so hopefully it’s not too bad. Enjoy my take at second-person POV. This story started out as just being a oneshot, but then it kinda became my baby, so I hope you like it!
Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: You’ve been in Hawkins for almost a year now. It was nice, an escape from painful memories and a way to start fresh. After so long isolating yourself, you decide that it’s time to make friends, get to know someone so you’re not so alone. One of those friends happened to be your Cryptid Neighbor.
Warning: swearing (I'm a sailor), weed usage (smoking) (I think that's it?? lol)
Chapters:
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Chapter 1: Silent Scream
Your neighbor was a cryptid.
At least, you were convinced they were.
You knew someone lived there because of the lights that would come on and off, and the shadow figures moving behind the curtains. Not to mention that the walls were thin as fuck, so you heard them watch TV and play guitar and listen to metal music obscenely loud during the midnight hours.
But even though they kept the same crazy hours you did, you've never seen hide nor hair of them.
You started to make theories about what kind of person they were. Like that they were a burn out whose parents paid for everything for them so they didn't work, just farted around all day–hence the 4am jam sessions.
Another theory that had struck you one night while working a double at the Hawkins ER was that they were a drug lord and had to keep odd hours to evade the police.
But you wrote off that theory since you'd thought it up while sleep deprived after an 18 hour shift.
You entertained the idea of a squatter, but then why would they have electricity?
You had finally come to the conclusion that you were lonely as fuck and you obsessed over the identity of your mysterious neighbor because you were long deprived of human companionship and thus you hyperfixated on a superficial meaningless thing to distract yourself from being alone.
Or maybe they were Mothman…
Thankfully the grocery store kept late hours on the weekend, and that's where you found yourself on your free Saturday night. You'd woken up naturally around seven pm, even though your alarm was set for nine, and decided to putter around your house until your alarm went off so you could feel like you were properly lazy.
You sat contemplating cereals for a few meandering seconds, sure your eyes were blinking at an astronomically slow pace. You'd smoked a bowl to help you sleep and felt like it hadn't completely left you. You just hoped your eyes weren't red.
Grunting, you shoved both boxes into your cart and turned to move on to the next aisle when you crashed into someone else's cart. "Shit." You hissed below your breath, rubbing your stomach where the handle of the cart had roughly jabbed into you.
"Damn, sorry about that!"
Looking up you met the soft face of a brunette woman who looked about your age with her hair pulled back into a messy bun and long-sleeve black shirt falling off one of her thin shoulders exposing her bra strap. She gave you a sheepish smile and you shrugged.
"No harm no foul, although if you do it again I'll take it personally and make no bones about it: I will cry." She snorted, making you grin in triumph.
"Don't worry. I don't make it a habit of accosting people in the grocery store." She pulled her cart back from yours.
You hummed, "Good to know I'll be a one-and-done hit-and-run."
Her smile was cute. She had a strong jaw with a petite nose that scrunched up adorably as she grinned.
"I'm Nancy." She'd offered her hand.
You hesitated.
It had been a while since you'd earnestly interacted with someone outside of transactional exchanges, like for work or buying things or paying bills. People were messy. Maybe it was the paranoia from your past–trauma you couldn't shake that clung to you like a second skin–but you'd been wary of making friends on the off chance your name gets around and spreads to corners of places you didn't want it to go.
It was ridiculous. Narcissistic in a way.
So you ground your teeth and mustered a smile hoping it looked genuine and shook her hand.
You stood outside staring at the moon for a while dressed in nothing but a size 8XL shirt you snagged from Wal-Mart cause it was soft. You knew you should smoke inside, no telling when someone might rat you out to the cops, but the moon was full and the stars were bright. You weren't used to how clear the sky was in comparison to the city, even after a year.
Your eyelids fluttered, vision hazy as the weed worked its magic.
Nancy had invited you to some neighborhood get-together next week that was popular in Hawkins. Said she hadn't seen you around before and was surprised you'd survived a year without becoming the talk of the town. You blew out a heavy stream of smoke, humming to yourself thoughtfully.
But that had been the point, right?
Keep a low profile, stay hidden.
Sighing, you took another deep drag of your joint, holding the burning breath as tight as you could. You watched the stars dance in your vision before you finally exhaled.
God you were fucking lonely, though.
You scrubbed at your head, mussing up your hair. Curiosity was easy to take hold in your high state, so you peered towards your neighbors apartment and saw a shadow in front of the curtains. You squinted, eyeing the light blue fabric for a while since your vision was blurry. You could've sworn you saw a sliver of it be pulled aside with tentative fingers. You blinked slowly, sighing heavy through your nose and mumbled to yourself, "Fucking bigfoot in there for sure."
Turning back around to your apartment door you sucked in the last bit of the joint and dropped the roach to the ground, bending over to squish it with a rock to make sure it was out. Standing with a groan, you walked barefoot back to your front door. You were like, 90% sure the complex was just repurposed from an old Motel 6, but it was cheap and they sprayed for bugs every Tuesday, so you didn't complain.
It was small, enough space for your bed with a loveseat to watch your shitty TV that sat on top of your dresser and a micro kitchen they built in the corner next to the door for the bathroom. There was no kitchen sink and the fridge was half-size, but you were one person so you didn't quite care enough to complain. You did wish the fridge drawers were a bit bigger so they didn't catch on all the food packages you shoved in there.
Maybe it was because you were high, or lonely–or maybe a combination of the two–but you slid your hand across the wall that connected your apartment to your cryptid neighbor's. Then you tapped the starting notes for "Shave and a Haircut". You waited a breath, not sure if they had even heard it.
But then there it was: "Two Bits".
You grinned, giggling like Scooby Doo as you danced over to your bed, throwing yourself down with a bounce on the cheap twin.
Since you had smoked, sleep came easy. You were lulled into dream after weird dream courtesy of Miss Mary Jane. There was one where you went grocery shopping with Bigfoot and another where you went on Jerry Springer because you were pregnant with Mothman's baby.
You were curious what kind of cryptid your neighbor was.
The neighborhood block party was, for all intents and purposes, a Hawkins bash.
Apparently it was a pretty regular affair every few months: a potluck with a few dad's who wheeled their grills to the end of a large cul-de-sac to cook up some burgers and dogs, some artsy fartsy mom's who made crafts for the younger kids to do, and sparklers and poppers for the older kids to get into mischief with.
There were maybe fifteen to twenty adults and a smattering of an equal number of kids.
You had brought a shitty box of cookies from a bakery a few blocks away from the hospital since you couldn't cook anything on your extra small stove. You also had switched shifts with Beverly–fucking ray of sunshine she was, grunting and groaning about working on a Saturday night, but you had taken her Sunday so she could get bent–so that you could be here, at this lovely affair.
You were starting to have regrets.
You watched a few pre-teens wave sparklers around in glee, making to poke and prod one another with the burning end. You wondered if you should step in, knowing that there were some second degree burns waiting to happen, but a random mom came over and grabbed each kid's wrists in warning. You slunk away to the food table.
You set your meager contribution down and turned to eye all the adult women, trying to find your potential petite new friend.
They all had their hair done up in that style where their bangs spiraled out in delicate feathering with the ends curled towards their shoulders. Some had simple ponytails decorated with hair bands and colorful scrunchies. You ran your fingers through your hair self-consciously; you hadn't done anything, merely brushed it and hoped for the best as you donned your nicest pair of jeans and a thrifted Van Halen '79 tour shirt. You figured since it would be outside the party would be a casual thing, but the dresses and blouses these housewives wore made you think you were a little unprepared for the mandatory 'Sunday Best' dress code.
You fiddled with the ends of your shirt.
You contributed to the sacrificial neighborhood potluck, maybe the Gods will be pleased enough to let you leave without seeing Nancy.
You turned to make a break for it and nearly bowled over the brunette in question.
Cookies were not a good enough sacrifice.
Her smile was bright and her blue eyes lit up at seeing you. "Hey, you made it!" She went in to hug you and you tensed, locking your arms to your side in the world's most awkward exchange of physical affection.
She gave a nervous smile and pulled away, "Sorry, too soon for hugs?" Her chuckle was used to try and break the tension and you were grateful as you laughed along.
"No, it's just–I uh… haven't really hung out with anyone for a while, so I guess I'm just getting back into the swing of how friendship works." You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck.
Her eyes sparkled at your admission of seeing her as a potential friend. She grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a small group that hung around the edges of the block party.
The first one you noticed was a taller Hispanic man with the most beautiful hair you had ever seen in your life. It was lustrous and hung past his hips, swaying gently with his movements. He smiled, eyes half-lidded but sweet, giving you a gentle nod as Nancy motioned to the group, giving your name.
"This is Argyle," she pointed at the man with the incredible hair.
"Robin," next was a thin, lanky woman with messy dirty blonde hair that hung a little past her chin. She had a dusting of freckles across her nose and a charming crooked smile. She wiggled her fingers in a sweet hello.
"Steve," the man next to Robin was broad-shouldered with a just as square jaw line. His eyes were slightly turned down at the ends, giving him this sweet puppy-dog stare matched with a megawatt smile. He had some random freckles and moles that decorated across his face and the visible areas of his arms that made him look a lot younger. He nodded to you, giving a weird wink that you were sure was supposed to come off as charming, but was mildly unsettling.
"And my husband, Jonathan!" The last guy had a small upturned nose with a low brow that was covered by messy strands of mousy brown hair. He gave a shy smile, nodding to you while bouncing lightly. Over his shoulders he had a baby vest strapped to him and a very crabby looking baby facing outwards. Their face was scrunched up, looking more like a potato than a child, and they had wispy brown hair that was stuck up wildly like their head had been rubbed with a balloon.
Nancy smiled proudly, tickling the cheek of the child that gave a low, annoyed hum for an impressively long amount of time. "And this is Eliza, my daughter."
You gave a pinched smile, waving awkwardly. "Hey."
"'Sup Brosephina," Argyle smiled, offering you his fist. You chuckled, tapping yours against it lightly. "A pleasure to aquaint with you." He stuck his hand back in his pocket, the other holding the neck of a Pabst.
"An enjoyable aquaint with you as well." You rocked awkwardly onto your heels.
Argyle's smile grew and he nodded, "Right on." He laughed.
"Hi," you looked over to Steve who held out his large hand in greeting. You shook it, noting that he was gentle when shaking yours, but gave a squeeze before he released you. His smile was adorable, but he was definitely trying to flirt. You were curious if it was just an unconscious thing, or if he was actually putting in effort. "Nice to meet you."
You gave a soft nod in reply, but before you could fully pull your hand away, Robin shot forward and grabbed it giving you a few firm shakes, "It's really good to meet you, I think I actually saw you a while ago–my girlfriend's daughter broke her arm and I remember you gave us all strawberry Jell-O before we left."
Your eyes widened and you pointed at her with your other hand, "Oh yeah! Dotty! She was freaking adorable. How's her arm?"
Robin's smile was glowing and she squeezed your hand tightly, "She's good, her whole class signed her cast and when she got it off she begged to keep it even though it smelled like old shoes."
You barked out a laugh, unknowingly squeezing Robin's hand back, "Hell yes, that's awesome. A trophy of her triumphs! I recommend a pantyhose sock full of cat litter, it helps a ton with the shoe stink."
Robin's eyes widened and she gave a dramatic gasp, "That's freaking brilliant, oh my god, thank you!"
Jonathan snickered, "You got chronic stinky feet?" He teased, eyes glimmering as he bounced his daughter.
You smirked, dropping Robin's hand and leaning into your hip, "Maybe, or maybe I've learned a thing or two from working with older nurses. But I could also have insanely stinky feet, and now you know my shame."
Everyone laughed and you felt your smile grow, your shoulders relax, and you let yourself feel like you belonged.
You didn't feel so alone anymore.
The block party ended up not being bad. Although, a guy named Andy Barker had tried to hit on you when you went to grab a hot dog ("You like 'em long and juicy, huh"–barf) even though his wife was within eyesight. Nancy had warned you that they often did that: flirt with other people in front of each other to get their partner jealous.
It was absolutely insane, small towners were bonkers.
You had snagged a bag full of cookies for the road, not including those from the bakery you had gone to as they were a little rubbery and sad. Argyle gave you a high five.
"Choice snack Brochacha, need a muchie master to inspire your partaking in said chocolate chunks?" You blinked a few times, unsure of what in the hell he was trying to say.
Jonathan snickered, leaning over to translate, "Do you want some weed with that?"
Needless to say: Argyle was your favorite.
Pocket a little heavier with two freshly rolled "Blunts of Friendship", as Argyle called them, and a couple of sandwich bags full of pilfered cookies, you walked up to your door with a smile.
You had made friends.
It was nice, this feeling. You hadn't been able to know companionship, even platonic ones, in such a long time it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Maybe not all the weight, but it was lighter and it felt good to breathe with a little less paranoia pushing you down.
You jiggled the keys into your lock but stopped, turning ever so slightly to look at your neighbor's door. It was a gawdy yellow with a plaquard of gold painted numbers reading "2D" decorating it. The paint on the numbers and the door was chipped in places and faded from natural weathering. You didn't see any shadows in the window and the light wasn't on. It wasn't surprising since the sun was still, technically, out.
It was sunset, the sky lit up by a golden-amber glow that slowly sunk into the royal purple of the evening as it met the horizon. Night would fall soon.
You weren't sure what compelled you, maybe the giddy feeling that came from making new friends, or from having a really good day, but you strolled over to the door and stared at it, feet placed only a few inches away. Looking down at the bags in your hand, you placed one of them against the wall next to the door and sighed.
Nerves were starting to eat at you and you looked at your apartment door that was about ten feet away, then back to 2D's. Sucking in a deep breath for strength, you gathered your bravery and knocked on the door three times before booking it to your door: 2C.
Slamming your door behind you, you kept the lights off and took deep gulping breaths. That was the fastest you'd ever run in your life, you're sure of it.
You slunk to the floor, splaying your legs out in front of you as you caught your breath, thumping your head back against the wood of your own gawdy yellow door. You shut your eyes.
You don't know why in the fuck you decided to dong-dong-ditch some cookies for your cryptid neighbor.
Maybe it was because you had developed a weird relationship with them in your head: mysterious being that occupies the shitty motel-esque apartment next to you that may know your struggles because they keep the same weird hours you do. You had put too much thought into them and they became a being you considered a friend in the fantasy of your mind.
You wanted to include them in the block party.
You had sat there for a good ten minutes, breath caught, and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself now. You didn't want to go to sleep–no matter how fucking tired you were from staying awake during the day–but you were at an impasse of not knowing where to go or what to do.
And that's when you heard it.
"Shave And A Hair Cut".
The smile that spread across your face pushed the apples of your cheeks up so high you could see the tops of them in your vision. You laughed softly, bringing your hand up to the wall and replying.
"Two Bits".
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eddie munson x harrington! sister reader
a while ago i mentioned an idea of eddie x steve’s sister reader who get stuck in the upside down at the end of season 4 and turned into vampires when vecna chooses them as his king and queen of his world. unfortunately they can’t stand each other. (my original post about it)
The sky reflects the mood between the two of you, the Upside Down has an irritating way of doing that. Red bolts crackle through the ashen sky. Warm rain falls fine and fast. It sits in a frizzy halo around Eddie’s hair and trickles down his leather jacket.
Thunder finally claps as Eddie lets the words out before his brain can stop him.
‘Girls like you only break the hearts of boys like me!’ His voice is thick with accusal.
Whoever said that vampires’ bodies couldn’t feel the temperate, were lying. Right now you feel cold, damp and small. From the soaking rain that’s penetrated your blouse and the look of distaste from the brown eyed boy before you.
Silence sits heavy for a moment as you blink away the droplets on your lashes that you tell yourself is rain. Eddie’s snarl never falters. Finally you’re able to muster a croak.
‘You wouldn’t know that because you haven’t once bothered to get to know what I’m like. You don’t know anything about me, Eddie Munson, you’ve never even tried.’
With that you turn your back and before Eddie can even comprehend the hurt in your words, you’ve flittered away into thin air. And he can’t even attempt to try and find you, because you’re right, he doesn’t know anything about you. He wouldn’t know where to begin searching what corner of this godforsaken plane you like to seek refuge in.
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My Vampire boy ~
My Gif but scene pack from @kilzolga (on Instagram)
Eddie x fem reader
Pt2 here >>>
Warnings: cursing, masturbation, unprotected sex, smut and probably some others stuff.
Word Count: 2,476
Summary: When your best friend dies you realize just how much you really love him what happens when he comes back from the dead with fangs and a crazy amount of libido?
It’s been two days since the gates ripped Hawkins in two, you would think that would be the worst thing, It’s not. the worst thing is Eddie, after the demo bats tore his ass to shreds you forced Steve to carry him through the gate. You weren’t going to leave without him, dead or not he deserved far better. You remember the pain You felt. You and Dustin desperately trying to calm him with false promises of the future.
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“Nonono baby you’re gonna be ok you’re gonna make it” Eddie didn’t answer his eyes getting heavy and he was staring at the dark misty upside-down sky. “You’re gonna be fine Eddie,” Dustin says lip trembling. “Look look look at me baby,” you say grabbing Eddie's face with your hand blood smearing on his face in the process. His eyes looked more and more tired with each passing second. Dustin watched you his eyes filling up with tears. “Baby?” He whispers, smirking weakly and reaching his hand laying against your face you quietly hold it steady with your own.
“Yes baby, I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I’ve loved you since I met you, your humor your clothes everything ” Eddie musters up a smile and you smash your lips against his in fear that you won’t get another chance. It’s not a good kiss it’s sloppy, you taste the dirt blood and salty tears all merge Into one.
You pull away from the messy kiss and look at Eddie's now still body you can’t help but jerk back your body gose still before letting out broken sobs and laying your head on his chest frantically looking for a heartbeat. You knew there wouldn’t be one if anything you would’ve been surprised if you heard one but when you didn’t hear it your whole body felt like it shut down.
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When you guys went back through the gate it seemed like everyone was so focused on doing other things their energy made it feel like burying Eddie was a chore. You Steve and Dustin dug his grave next to your late aunt's old Summer den hidden in the woods.
Dustin and Steve placed Eddie inside the not-so-shallow grave The whole experience was horrible. The way Eddie’s body flopped like a doll rather than himself. There wasn’t a drop of life in his body you couldn’t look at him without crying. What pissed you off the most was after everything that happened everyone was acting like nothing happened at all. Like Eddie didn’t sacrifice himself trying to save them. After The burial you Dustin and Steve had a little funeral. But Steve left quickly after taking Dustin with him.
You tried really hard to stay away from the cabin but your house was empty and painfully quiet. your foster dad wasn’t home meaning he was among the presumed dead. If he was you would Now be officially an orphan. You knew you should have felt stronger but you barely felt anything Numb to everything. Also, None of your “friends” came to check up on you not one since The burial. The worst part was you knew if Eddie was alive he would have. Packing a bag you filled with leftover food in the pantry and Some of Your Clothes and the bag of Eddie clothes you packed for he previously when he was hiding in the boat house.
The walk there was excruciatingly long but it didn't matter. all you wanted was to be near him,You sat down Next to the painted grave marker you and Dustin made that read “our hero”. You guys couldn’t personalize it too much for fear that somebody might find it and vandalize it.
You Slowly lay on the ground next to the grave.
“Eddie….I miss you so fucking much you don’t even understand” of course, there was no answer so you continued looking up at the sky. “I think my foster dad might be dead. The sheriffs say they found somebody but can’t identify them yet I know he was an asshole but..he didn't deserve to die. A part of me thinks this is some cruel ass joke you know… what are the odds I lose everyone I’ve ever cared about ” your lip quivers at the last sentence. “Never knew my dad, dead mom, dead aunt now dead best friend… oh and Dave is presumed dead so that’s.. that ” tears began falling down your cheek.
“I never got to give you a proper kiss like the one I promised, if we would have had just a little more time I would have given you that damn kiss and then some,” you say with a dry laugh.
“Really?” You hear a familiar voice before you even see him your eyes well up with tears.
You sit up so fast you think your gonna fall right back down. “E-Eddie,” you say breaths becoming unbelievably heavy standing there in front of you was Eddie before you can think any longer you run into his arm just squeezing him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I” you cry into his arm “nope,” he says smugly you look at him grabbing his face with both your hands and kissing him deeply he deepened the kiss holding your head back for more leverage this was what your fist time kiss him was supposed to be like not tears and blood. “Yes I am going crazy but it’s ok as long as I’m with you,” you say now crying again.
“No baby you’re not, I’m here,” he says tilting your head with his finger and wiping away one of your tears with your thumb. You take a closer look a realize Eddie looks a bit different. Big brown eyes don't look so innocent and doe-like but dark and husky almost red. “Eddie, is it really you…?” He pinches you on the cheek “Did you feel it” he says smiling you cry ten times harder “ya, ITS YOU ITS ACTUALLY YOU!” your heart is beating so hard and all you want to do is get in his skin… it’s an extreme but you don’t ever wanna be apart. “You died though…. Did I die am I dead too?” You say gripping Onto his arms “Nono you’re not dead”
You kiss him again.
Pulling away from the kiss Reality sets in “you gotta get inside” yanking Eddie by the collar you drag him inside the small cabin. Sitting down on the couch you ask Eddie some more questions. “You died, I watched how is this possible,” you say staring at him hard “maybe I wasn’t dead,” Eddie says leaning back on the couch and smiling. “No, you were dead your heart stopped and you were cold,” you say a small tear running down your cheek. “No more crying ok, I don’t what going on but I’m here and we’ll figure it out,” he says whipping away the tear “I’m here”
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Eddie -
It's been almost 2 hours of us on this couch just talking. she keeps asking how and why I’ve come from the dead and I keep giving her the same answer, I don’t know.
I do know why I’m back but I’m not gonna tell her right now. What if she thinks I’m a monster, I just wanna be with her a little longer and this vampire bat shit is making it real hard to stay calm around her. Not only do I want her bad in like all ways humanly possible, but there is the huger…the loud beating of her heart pumping hot blood into her veins I can control it tho, I will for her. Thoughtlessly you take your fingers and push the hair off her shoulders exposing her neck. Before you can get too caught up Y/N speaks you’re breaking your trance.
“I didn’t wanna say this earlier and ruin the moment but baby…you need to wash,” y/n says turning to me. “I like this baby thing we got going on, let’s keep it going,” you say leaning in for a kiss. Y/n accepts lightly pressing her lips against yours. “Now go wash…baby,” she says the last part seductively. “Will do ma’am,” you say jumping up and walking down the only hallway that led towards the bathroom.
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In the shower, the water feels warm against your skin but you can’t stop thinking of y/n. Ya before the bats tore you up you wanted her like crazy but since you came back it’s like times ten you can’t look at her too long without thinking about being inside her. You feel yourself hardened at just the thought of it. slinking your hand down to your length and wrapping your hand around What’s the harm your already in here you thought to yourself.
You begin pumping yourself at A medium speed. Small moans leave your mouth here and there whispering her name.
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Y/N-
“Oh, I forgot to give him a towel” you quietly knock on the door nobody answer so you open the door right before you open your mouth to speak you hear Eddie’s moans. Of course, you don’t wanna be a creep but there’s a part of you that just can’t help but listen for a second. “E-Eddie I put your towel on the skink you say stuttering the first part
“hmm- oh thanks” he replies as if nothing happened. You turn to leave and he calls you over. “Can you hand me the towel?” “Ya sure,” you say hesitantly walking towards the shower curtain. Eddie rips back the curtains exposing his whole body.
You desperately try not to look down handing Eddie the towel he quickly wraps it around his waist. Now you were really looking at him you jumped back as your eyes Landed on his bright red ones. “Omg Eddie your eyes-“
“ya I know, sweet right?” he interrupts smiling hard exposing his adorable dimples and FANGS?!?! “EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK, YOUR TEETH!”
you shout jumping back.
“I look scary right, look Y/n I’m a vampire or a bat, something along those lines but besides all that I really really need you right now,” he says stepping out of the tub
“you need me?“ you say looking up at him.
“Mmh...bad,” he says wiping A piece of hair away with his free hand the other securing his towel around his waist. “Eddie this is serious, like really serious not only are you back from the dead but you’re a vampire?,” you say Seriously looking up at him. “It’s not that serious, I feel pretty much the same, except you know…the Uncontrollable need for you”
He says smiling ear to ear.
“Eddie as much as I would love this,” you say gesturing to the current situation You two were in. “We don’t know anything what if you bite me or something,” you say biting your lip unsure .“I won’t bite unless you want me to, can’t make any promises though,” he says giving another shit-eating grin.
“I’m guessing all this confidence is a perk of your”before you can finish your sentences his lips are on yours pushing you against the wet bathroom wall. You don’t fight it instantly leaning into his touching. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet like the ones you shared before…no he was hungry. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as his hand traveled to the side of your face deepening the kiss. His body felt warm from the steam but his lips felt cool.
Without another thought, Eddie spoke through the kiss “jump” you instantly obey wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly walks towards the living room “bedroom?” he says breaking the kiss. “The door on the left” you breathe out before smashing your lips against his again.
Eddie walks to the room throwing you on the bed before he puts his body back between your legs. “I need this,” he says tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift up your arms and he slides off your shirt before his lips return to yours. Your lightly tug at the towel tightly wrapped around Eddie’s waist and it’s off in seconds. “Your turn” he whispers looking down at you. You quickly unbutton your pants and Eddie helps by pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the floor. “Better,” he says coming down to your neck to leave small kisses. “Eddie please” you whine squirming under him.
“God… I wanna take my time but I have eternity for that” with that Eddie throws off your underwear his lips ghosting over yours throughout The Whole motion. He grabs your left leg throwing it over his shoulder before lining himself up with your entrance. Wiping himself through your folds before slowly pushing himself in. “So fucking wettt” he moans entering you entirely. “I’ve been missing out…so fucking tight,” he says picking up the pace. “Mmh” you moan grabbing onto a nearby pillow. “I’m your first right?” Eddie knew he wasn’t technically I mean you told him about the situation with Brett where he only got the tip in before his mom bust in. “Eddie..”
“Nonono, I’m your fucking first ME! I’m your first, last, and anything in between., you’re mine ” His words make you clench around him. You liked this side of him a bit more aggressive and confident.
“No, say it” Eddie’s face Gose serious and he grabs your face to look at his while he’s thrusting. His eyes are deep red and his fangs are visible on his lip. “I’M YOURS! Always had been ”
You thought how fucking embarrassing you would feel in the morning for that.
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Eddie—
I’ve died and went to heaven because This was a dream come true Y/N under me a blubbering mess of moans and groans as I fucked her senseless. I felt her walls begin to squeeze around me. “I’m so so close” she moans out scratching my back. “Me too” I take that as a hint to go harder. Until she’s shaking around me and I’m dumping myself into her. I can't help but to graze my fangs over her bare neck as we cum
“Fuckfuckfuck...”
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Laying in the small bed y/n twirls your hair between her fingers while looking at you. “I didn't know that situation with Brett bothered you so much,” she says giggling to herself. “I didn't know you even liked me that much” you look at her bewildered. How could she not tell, the thought of her and Brett in bed together had made Eddie so physically ill that he missed three days of school that week . “I thought I was being pretty obvious, I thought me saying
“I would have done it Better” was enough of a hint ,” you say looking down at her. “I thought you were joking”
“Not at all..”
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What’s Mine (Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader) part 2
Warnings: Noncon, Vampire AU, blood, death, smut, public sex.
Notes: So I finally understand why it’s so hard to finish a god damn story when you have so many WIPs. I finally finished this, mostly for the AO3 people but here it is anyway. ❤️
Part 1 Here
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“So now that you’ve taken what you want… what are you going to do with me?” You ask bitterly as Eddie rolls off the mattress and pulls the black Metallica shirt over his head.
He smirks as he buttons his pants and tugs his hair out from under his collar, but doesn’t look at you. The satin sheets slip along your skin as you try to cover your naked body - not that it matters as he just spent the past several hours tasting every inch of you.
“If you think one night is all I want, you are seriously underestimating me, princess.”
He walks over to the French doors he left open and shuts them just before the glow of the morning sun starts to break along the hilltop.
“I haven’t even seen how cute you look in chains.”
He locks it with purpose and you flinch at the way the deadbolt handle breaks off. He lets it fall to the floor and looks at you over his shoulder.
“Why don’t you try to get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll come back to fetch you when it’s time to eat.”
Your lip curls in disgust and he snickers to himself as he heads for the door to the stairwell.
“Behave yourself,” he teases as he shuts the door behind him.
You toss a pillow at the door in frustration and fall back onto the bed. How did this happen? Not even twelve hours ago you were fantasizing about a life of luxury… now you wish you could be back in your little studio apartment with nothing but a shitty job to look forward to on Monday. I guess this is what you get for never saying no to a favor.
The thought brings your friend to mind… Star. How could she do this to you? She looked scared, but she knew. She knew what they were and she helped them.
Rage boils in your stomach and you kick off the blankets. You stomp over to the door and grunt as you tug on the handle. You hear the wood groan under the strain until it eventually sprinters around the edges of the handle.
“Holy shit,” you look down at the ornate knob balancing in your hand, “what the...”
You let it fall to the ground with a thud and quickly pull on the silver beaded dress, leaving the underwear in pieces on the floor. You tiptoed down the spiraling stairs until you eventually come to another wood door. You press your ear to the grain and listen for signs of life on the other side.
After a few moments of silence you turn the handle and follow the embroidered runner down the hall. The morning light is just breaking over the mountains and you hiss as you pass a window. It doesn’t set you aflame, like you had expected. It’s more like the hot scorching of the desert sun in the heat of summer, intense and unpleasant. You squint as you pass, blocking the rays with your hand and push on despite the discomfort.
You wet your lips as you come to the end of the hall. It opens on a cavernous mahogany and marble space with a balcony overlooking the grand foyer below. There is a scent in the air, familiar, yet you can’t identify it. It makes your mouth water and despite your best judgement, you follow it.
Like a moth to the flame, you tiptoe down the stairs and find a set of double doors left slightly ajar. Your mind grows hazy as you near, as though the smell takes over all your other senses, numbing them until you are drooling with ravenous hunger.
So. Impossibly. Hungry.
“I thought I told you to stay in your room?”
His voice cuts through the buzz in your ears, and the fog lifts instantly. You blink as you stand in the doorway and take in the horrific scene before you. The larger dining tables are broken to create make-shift body racks leaning along the walls – six all together. On each is a party guest, unconscious and hanging upside down as they are slowly drained of their blood.
You gasp at the sight of them still twitching while their life trickles neatly down the table into a tub on the floor. Your instincts pull you in different directions, one has your feet itching to run while the other leaves you salivating.
Eddie saunters closer, hands out and head bowed, looking through his lashes as he coos at you. “It’s ok, Princess… I know it’s all a bit overwhelming.”
You shuffle your feet as he gets closer, still unsure which direction you want to go. Your eyes dart between him and the viscous red pool, shuddering temptingly with each languid drop.
“What’s wrong with me?” You whimper.
“You’re transitioning. This is a very important step… whatever you do next will shape your whole future.”
“So I get a choice?” You look at him sharply.
He cocks his head to the side with a half smile, “well, for now, sure… but let’s not be too hasty.” He takes the last few steps and gently grips your arms, rubbing your skin soothingly with his thumbs.
One of the guests gurgles, flinches and chokes on their own blood before stilling completely. The human part of you fills you with pity and a sob catches in your throat.
“I can’t. I won’t.”
Eddie let’s out a disappointed huff and his hands grip your arms tight, “you’re just not ready yet. That’s why I asked you to stay in the room.”
“No, no, no,” you panic, pulling against his superior strength. “I can’t. You won’t make me do this.”
Eddie tries to hush you. He gets one hand under your chin and tries to pull you into an embrace but another steel grip on the back of your head pulls you painfully backward. You cry out in surprise, follicles burning as they threaten to rip from your scalp.
“What’s this, Eddie?”
You blink away the tears as you grab at the hand at the back of your head, looking up at the glowing blue eyes and platinum blond hair of David. That same malevolent smirk dimples his stubbled cheek, but there is a fire in his eyes that lets you know he’s far from amused. His gaze sends a shiver down your spine that has you longing to return to Eddie’s embrace.
“David,” Eddie warns.
“I thought you said you’d take care of her?”
“And I did,” Eddie’s half yells before taking a calming breath and trying again. “She’s half, she’ll transition soon.”
You quiver at the thought but in the fear of the moment if the choice is dying or becoming one of them… well, you’re definitely not ready to die.
David let’s out a hollow chuckle, “well, no time like the present.”
“No!” you scream as he drags you into the dining room towards the closest guest.
No matter how hard you thrash his hold is unwavering. A few of the other vampires look up to watch you cross the room, they throw back their heads and laugh when you plead for their help. Adrenaline floods your veins as the pungent scent of blood gives you a heady buzz.
“Just a little taste is all it takes,” David whispers into your ear. “Try it.”
Your eyes roll as your inhibitions and doubts wash away with his words. All you can think about is how badly you want a drink. David releases your hair and bends to pluck a gold chalice from the floor that they had stolen from the fancy display case. He dips it into the crimson stained vat and holds it out to you.
In your haze you don’t notice Eddie step up behind you, or the disapproving frown as he watches you take the goblet. You bring it to your lips with glossy eyes while your nerves spark in anticipation of the mouthwatering taste.
It is a euphoric experience, like every mortal craving you’ve ever experienced swirled into one, satisfying every inch of your tongue and throat as it fills your body. It takes mere seconds to percolate through every cell. You imagine it’s as close as you can get to divinity. You feel like yourself, but enhanced, exactly what it must be like to be a god.
“Oh fuck,” you sigh in delight before quickly emptying the cup.
David chuckles darkly as he watches you fall to your knees to scoop up another cup full and down it just as quickly, droplets dripping from your chin in your haste. “I think I see the appeal, Eddie. She really is quite something, isn’t she?”
A heat rushes through your extremities, the more you drink the warmer you feel. But it’s not just warmth it’s power. Distracted by the new sensation, you miss Eddie’s low growl as David slowly squats down and runs a finger along your jaw, catching a runaway drop.
“That’s enough now. Too much will make you sleepy and we still haven’t been… properly introduced.”
The cup slips through your slack fingers and clatters loudly to the floor. It feels as though a veil has been lifted and you look down at your hands in horror, you had lost yourself for a moment there.
“What did you do to me?”
“Nothing that wasn’t going to happen eventually. Clearly Eddie wanted you all to himself,” he looks pointedly at the man behind you. “But that’s just not how things work around here. We’re a family, right boys?”
Whooping and laughter echoes around the room in response, making you flinch. You can feel your body changing and it’s enough to distract you from the tension growing between David and Eddie.
“And families share… right, Eddie?”
Before you can process his salacious tone you are knocked over and pushed aside as Eddie lunges for David. With a wild howl Eddie pins David to the floor. David tries to get a word out, his face twisted in surprised anger, but Eddie quickly slaps his ringed hand over his mouth.
“Man, I think we’ve all heard enough out of you,” Eddie snarls.
You watch with wide eyes as they start to levitate off the floor, but Eddie maintains the upper hand, careful to keep David mute throughout their struggles. Three of the others rush over, angry and poised to intervene.
“I think I’m done being your bitch boy, David. I’ll start my own little family and you’re not invited.”
The three growl lowly at his threat and one quickly bends to collect you from the floor. He wraps his thick fingers around your throat and shouts up at Eddie.
“That’s enough. Let him go or I tear out your girlfriends throat.”
Eddie hisses over his shoulder when he spots you, fangs displayed and eyes black. He instantly throws his head back and lets out an inhuman shriek, so high it’s almost imperceptible. Moments later there is a distant whoosh and cacophony of quiet squeaks, whatever it is its coming fast. A sequence of doors slam open in the empty halls of the house and within seconds a swarm of black bursts into the dining room.
Thousands of large leathery black bats swirl around you. You panic as the flap of their wings overwhelm your senses only to realize they are clawing at the men holding you. They roar with anger as Eddie cackles and turns back to the fuming blond beneath him.
You duck from their clutches in the chaos and hide beneath a pile of rubble in the corner, watching the madness unfold.
“Don’t watch, Princess. You don’t need to see this,” Eddie calls over his shoulder before diving toward David’a neck.
You hear the bite, a muffled gurgling scream followed by a dull thud. You uncover your eyes as David’s head rolls across the floor, his dull eyes unblinking as they stare past you. David’s body then falls to the floor and Eddie lands on his feet with a cheeky bow, face sticky with blood.
Eddie strolls over casually while the other three howl and struggle with the vortex of his winged minions. You don’t know whether to fear or admire him as he holds out his hand for you.
He offers a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. “Come on, Sweetheart. Time for our own adventure.”
You look at the men screaming and trying but failing to flee from the bats who keep them suspended in agony, then to the decapitated head of their leader only a few feet away. If he wanted to force you he could. Probably better to stay on his good side.
Finally, you take his hand and he pulls you to your feet. He cradles you against his side, curling his arm around your waist possessively.
“What about them?” You ask as he guides you toward the door.
Eddie smirks then whistles. The bats quickly scatter and fly around the room before busting through one of the stained glass windows. The men fall to the ground, bloody and weak. They look up at you and Eddie right as the last bats flutter out the window, leaving behind the golden morning sun. The vampires barely have time to realize what is happening before they sizzle under the rays screaming as their skin blisters and blackens. They scramble out of the light and into the shadow, hissing and wailing like injured beasts.
“They’ll be alright in time and now they know better than to try to follow us,” Eddie smirks while you look on in horror.
“Is that what will happen to me if I go outside?”
“As soon as you drank from that goblet you transitioned to full vampire. You’re a creature of the night now, princess. Just like me,” he guides you down the hall as reality sinks in.
“And the bats? Will I be able to do that?”
He chuckles and kisses your temple fondly, leaving a sticky residue you choose to ignore, “I discovered my ability not long after I changed. David had the power of persuasion, that’s why the others feared him. But I was getting tired of his games… then you came along and now everything feels different.”
“I didn’t … I didn’t ask for any of this,” you mutter sadly.
“You didn’t have to, I felt it the moment I saw you. You were destined for me. We can do whatever we want, go wherever we want. The world is ours.”
It’s a promise that terrifies and thrills you. The remnants of your humanity are fading, you can feel it. With every passing minute the guilt and fear weigh a little less and the anxiety that plagues your mind quiets, leaving behind a confidence and power you never thought possible.
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The pulsing base from the wall of speakers shake the balcony railing as you scope the neon splattered nightclub. The black lights give everyone a purple hue, they teeth and eyes glowing in the darkness. The scent of their blood just beneath that fine layer of supple skin, moistened by the sweat from their erratic dancing. It’s intoxicating.
“How about that one?” Eddie whispers in your ear, his denim laden embrace closing you in and pinning you to the cool metal railing.
You peek over your shoulder and follow his eye to the tall man patrolling the edge of the dance floor, like a shark tailing it’s prey. His pointed glower is anything but friendly but he’s well built, lean muscles that are well fed and tended to regularly. They are always so tender and rich.
“Mmm,” he hum appreciatively. “Definitely a finalist.”
You lean your head into Eddie’s as he nuzzled your neck and rests his chin on your shoulder, “so which one were you looking at?”
His voice is deep as his hands run down your sides and pull your hips back against him. Your hips move slowly with his as he pretends to dance to the music, his bushy hair hiding the way he sucks and nibbles on your neck.
“Which one?” You echo breathily, distracted by his expert tongue and the way he sucks on that one spot that makes your knees weak. “Oh – uh. God… all of them smell so good. It’s all so good, Eddie.”
He nips your ear hard and curls his hand up to grab your chin. Forcing your face forward, he holds you there as he hisses, “I’m not letting you leave this balcony until you decide.”
His other hand slips down to pull up the hem of your short black dress, allowing him to palm your ass. He gropes you hard, pinching and spreading you apart until he has you moaning for more. You arch your back, rubbing your ass against his cool metal belt until he releases himself with a quick zip and slides easily inside of you.
You let out a long low moan as he fills you. It’s such a natural feeling now, you can hardly manage half a day without your cunt dripping at just the thought of it. Thankfully, he rarely makes you wait that long.
“In fact, I don’t think I’ll let you cum until you decide which little morsel down there you want to bring home for dinner.”
“Eddie,” you whine through his long, slow thrusts.
“Go on,” he says.
“I can’t think straight like th – “ you gasp when he adjusts his hand to around your neck and squeezes sharply.
Your eyes roll and you scan the crowd rapidly. You need to cum. He’s denied you all day and now with his cock deep in your cunt and your head dizzy from the tantalizing scent, you are ready to explode. You whine, hands grasping the metal bar as a tall sweet-faced young man catches your eye.
The way he runs his hands through his thick hair and that gentlemanly smile has you biting your lip. He’s definitely athletic, but not bulky and confident but unassuming. You breathe in deep through your nose, he smells better than anyone else here.
“Him,” you moan as Eddie ruts into you with subtle determination, not that he cares if you get caught.
“What was that? You pick someone?” Eddie teases, pounding into you hard as he looks down at the crowd. “Speak up, princess.”
You growl and release a hand to point down at the crowd, “him!”
Eddie slows as he narrows his eyes at your final choice. Then to your utter bewilderment he starts to laugh. A deep maniacal laughter.
“What?”
“Oh, sweetheart. You sure know how to pick ‘em.” He laughs and releases your throat so he can push you forward, bending you over the railing. “Now cum for me.”
Your confusion is forgotten as he grips you by the hips and fucks you raw until you cum with a squeal loud enough to catch the attention of several people below.
“Good girl,” he coos and fixes your skirt. “Now go get him. I’ll meet you at the car.”
You brush back your hair and smooth down your top, clenching your burning thighs as you descend down the rickety metal staircase. You float through the crowd, peoples heads turn to watch you as you brush by. You smirk at their goofy smiles and dazed eyes as you drag your fingers over their sweaty chests. You never particularly wanted to be noticed or admired, but with your new life comes new desires.. and more importantly new powers.
Manipulation and hypnosis is fairly standard for all Vampires, but your allure in this form exceeds any others. You could commands this entire room of people if you so chose. You could make all of them desire you, follow you, kill for you even. But tonight you just want him.
He senses you coming when you are halfway across the room, turning away from his date and slowly moving toward you. You meet in the middle of the dance floor, the crowd still swaying to the music, but he stands still as if entranced.
“Hi,” he says dumbly.
“Hello,” you reply with a charming smile
“I’m Steve,” he holds out his hand.
“Steve,” you let his name roll across your tongue as you try to resist the urge to sink your teeth into him. “Come.”
Without further instruction you turn on your heel and head straight for the exit. People part for you without prompting as Steve follows close behind, deaf to the cries of outrage from his former date. He’s yours now and you have a feeling this one might be something special… someone worth keeping.
The door slams and you grin wide at Eddie waiting for you with the car door held open. “Princess,” he smiles and helps you inside before turning to Steve. “Harrington! Long time no see, man.”
Steve looks from you to Eddie. “Munson?” He asks in quiet confusion.
“Come with us, Steve,” you lilt, curling a finger wantonly as Eddie pulls open the back door for him.
“That’s right, big boy. We’ve got big plans for you tonight,” Eddie teases with a wink as Steve crawls into the back of the car.
You eye Steve in the rear view mirror, his brown doe eyes stare longingly at the back of your head. Already completely smitten and you barely had to say a word. Eddie slides into the drivers seat and rests his hand on your thigh.
“I don’t know, Eddie. I think Steve has potential for more than just one night,” you bite your lip, fighting the grin while Eddie raises a brow. He smirks as he takes the wheel and steers for home… Eddie never could say no to his princess.
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kinktober 2022 | masterlist
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this is my masterlist for this years kinktober
October 1st - Demon Toji Fushiguro | Breeding & Rough
☾ you tease a demon in heat thinking you’re safe, until you’re not.
October 8th - Gojo & Kakashi | Aphrodisiac, Jealousy & Voyeurism
☾ your old sensei kakashi stops by while you’re training with gojo. gojo doesn’t like how familiar you are with each other. ‘based on this drabble’
October 15th - Ghostface Porco Galliard | Mask & Knife Kink
☾ ghostface has been targeting you. while trying to escape a cop car you end up a little too close to your attacker.
October 22nd - Vampire Eddie Munson | Blood, CNC & Predator/Prey
☾ after losing your best friend to the upside down, he returns but not as you knew him
October 29th - Followers Choice | To Be Confirmed
☾ followers choose which kinktober one-shot from last year they would like a part two to - vote here
#kinktober#kinktober 2022#toji x reader#gojo x reader#kakashi x reader#porco x reader#ghostface x reader#eddie munson x reader#vampire eddie munson x reader
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LORDDD HAVE MERCY, VAMP EDDIE IDEAS.
slight st vol 2 spoilers for eddie
warnings: smut head cannons, eating out on period, blood, and i think thats it
so.. i got some ideas for vampire eddie. im sure some of these have been thought before so if anyone else has made smth abt these please lmk and ill credit, just some 3am daydreaming ;)
-eddie would 100% just sneak up behide you and graze his teeth over your neck
-if you have a hijab or anything that covers your neck that shouldnt really be moved away he would just breath on the back of your neck till you notice (bc he has hot ass breath LMAO)
-if his partner is afab he would ask to eat them out of their period because yk, vampires just love blood and plus its a win-win in his eyes!
-if his partner agrees to it then oh my GOD- he would be such a tease and just graze his teeth over their cunt
-if his partner is amab then he’ll graze his teeth over their cock while sucking them off, you cant prove me wrong
-i imagine he would have long nails for some reason and he would just tease you by grabbing your sides or playfully tickling you (either sexual or not sexual)
-did i mention he LOVES TEASING YOU? WITH HIS FANGS? DID I MENTION THAT?
-”you scared? i dont bite sweetie. atleast not unless you want me to.”
-”mmm? scared ill bite you?”
-queue the smug ass shit eating grin every five seconds yall
-brushes his nails over your nipples
-if youre really cold he’ll bring you closer to him and cover you up with his wings :)
-totally begs to bites youre neck or just bite you at all
-please do let him
-if you give in and let him he is so happy, like his eyes glow up and just has the biggest smile ever
i have more hc’s but i just ate a whole tub of ice cream and im lactose intolerant, my stomach is abt to actually fucking explode so ill write more when i feel better LMAO, anyways enjoy ur meal whores <3
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❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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The aging skyline crumbled behind him as tufts of heavy dark clouds blotted the nursery of stars. On the roof, the rooster weathervane squeaked and whirled violently anticipating the windstorm to come.
Eddie idles next to your unconscious state admiring the orange faint kerosene flames that danced across the architecture of your face. Whatever unholy thing he now was still bound itself to you from beyond the grave, dimensions away.
Wedged in between the spaces of the universe, the prayers you hiccupped anchored him to this realm. It’s a sound he meditates on, after a few practices he could pinpoint the exact needle drop of your voice amongst raging oceans, fires, and wars topside.
After the earthquake in Hawkins Indiana, your mother packed your little two-person family and relocated to Jerusalem’s Lot, Maine. From down below, as far as Eddie was concerned, ‘Salem’s Lot’—as some residents like to call it, was a living graveyard where broken hearts and unrealized dreams go to die.
In this town, doors and windows remained sensibly shut. Your new house, the one consisting of thirteen foreboding stairs—he counted, nestled next to a desolate playground that had already begun to rust with disuse.
He ran his pink tongue over the new sharpness of his two elongated canine teeth pondering the oddness of your new neighborhood. What a strange investment for a community that had no children he thought. It seemed more monumental than recreational.
In fact, the only evidence that a childhood had taken place here, was the discarded milk carton at the foot of your bed. The one with the missing child plastered on the side. His lemon hair shining against the cream-colored cardboard box, his oversized glasses crooked above the freckles littering his face. The boy flashed Eddie a silver braces-encased smile above the block text ‘HAVE YOU SEEN ME?’
No.
No, Eddie had not seen him, even from the center of the universe where he was standing, the boy wasn’t even a thought. Or a memory. It’s as if he never existed.
He tightened his knuckles until his jagged nails dug into his palms; the longer the feeling stirred in his chest the more he recognized them as dread. He had no intention of making this easy for whatever bad omens walked your streets, cluttered your dreams, or hovered ominously window-side cloaked in night.
They would have to face him first.
If you witnessed the horror he became, he prays you would love him despite it. Well, he would pray if he knew how to but he’s sure whatever listened to prayer wouldn’t want him knocking on its door anyways.
The calamity left him hardened under the red sun and purified by the blood on his lips. It isn’t his, but it belongs to him now.
Bittersweet is the moment as he simmers in your presence. As pretty and honest as an illusion. He watched you curl in a fetal position as if making yourself smaller would make the hurt smaller. Tormented in the sludgy panic-stricken nightmares, gossamer thin grief spun of spiderweb's silk draped delicately across your face.
Eddie reaches forward, hands trembling as they always do when he tries to touch you. The clandestine gesture is human even if he is not but it was like casting flame to damp wood. Pointless.
The dry walls of your new home seemed to feast on your sorrow; he swears this pain will be useful someday.
It wasn’t fair, he knew it wasn’t; all earthly bonds were severed by death. Even if it wasn’t death in a technical sense, he might as well have been. What are ghosts if not memories that haunt the living?
And goddam, you were worth haunting.
The tight scorched skin scabbed over his arm where your name was once tattooed, pulled taut over his old bones. Of all the tragedies of being a hero, to have your ink burnt clean left a hollowing he wasn't prepared for.
Oh, how he envies the relics of his survival surviving without him—there they lay permanently plastered corrupting your aesthetic, demanding acknowledgment. Mounted on your wall was his guitar, a box containing his clothes half emptied in your closet and his records arranged neatly on the shelf.
Photographic evidence of his existence tacked to the walls screamed: DON’T FORGET ME! I WAS HERE! I MATTERED! I LIVED IN THIS SPACE AT THIS TIME AND LOVED THAT GIRL!
Eddie wants to be angry but he doesn’t know how to. The gratitude in his chest is larger than any righteous anger. Besides, how could he be angry when you mourn him so faithfully? In separate laments atoms apart, he mourns you too.
Untethered to time, he drinks from the fountain of stagnant eternity stealing these minute moments of you in the places you are and have been.
Still waters run deep in those void dark eyes of his. They popped even more against the milky whites of his pale complexion. Glittering mischievously at the memory of your valedictorian speech; he especially enjoyed the part about him being the town’s hero. And the part where you were forcefully escorted off stage by a security guard twice your size because you screamed at a disrespectful peer.
It was a sight for his sore eyes, the prettiest valedictorian Hawkins had ever seen kicking and screaming profanities in defense of her dead boyfriend. The outburst thawed his fridge heart knowing you and his friends fiercely defend his name, demanding the asinine townsfolk dignify him.
In the grand scheme of things, what the backwater townies thought of him mattered very little—even if they vandalized his empty body-less grave. He didn’t mind because he never liked the thing and felt it mocked him.
But seeing it violated soiled the pristine image of immortality and the pearly gates, so he was glad you were the one that found it. And he was especially glad you were the one that cleaned it; the sight alone would have devastated his uncle, a man that was already struggling to cope.
Grief had gotten the better of the old man and your dedication to keeping him grounded made you a fine addition to their little family.
At five AM, like clockwork, dawn and her fingertips of wilted rose pushed the curtains aside, ushering the twinkling ice cream truck down the street. The oddity of this town made the sun too timid to shine. But here the veil is thinnest and Eddie knows you sense him in the air even if you don’t know it yet, it’s there.
Verging on precipitous subconsciousness, at the behest of his disquieting stare you swiftly sat upright. The sudden commotion toppling crisp sheets and pillows in your wake yet your eyes remained transfixed in the darkest corner of your room.
Seizing the moment, with all his might from the dreary pits of Hell, Eddie screamed: DON’T FORGET ME! I AM HERE! I MATTER! I LIVE IN THIS SPACE AT ALL TIMES AND I LOVE YOU!
His form flickered in the stealth of the shadows. He couldn’t help but grin at the semi gloom realized prospect of your messy hair, unfocused eyes, and pout-drawn lips, suspending disbelief. It held all the wrenching hope and innocence of a lamb on the altar as if you had heard him.
Then he watched you quickly shake the counterfeit thought out of your head. He could almost see the jaded unreality of perceived abandonment puncture the idea till it bled romantic disappointment.
“Liar.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson headcannon#vampire eddie munson#vampire eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson oneshot
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Not Gone, But Not Fully Here Snippet
“He was a hero, Mr. Munson.”
Was. There it was again. Everyone kept referring to Eddie in the past- like he was gone forever. As if, when you closed your eyes, you couldn’t still see his smile whenever you would pluck at his guitar’s strings. They were closing the door on who Eddie is- what he could be... but you refused to.
No, it was more than that. You couldn’t. Not yet.
Unlike Dustin, you didn’t get the closure of watching his final breath or hearing his weak attempts at humour. You didn’t get to watch the door close itself on Eddie. No- instead he’d forced you to stay behind, to go home and be with your parents.
“You...” Your head whips around and you take in a shaky breath at the sight of a weeping Wayne Munson. You battle between running away or breaking down yourself but, you know better. You know that Eddie would want you to take care of Wayne, like he had for Eddie all these years.
You walk forwards and wrap your arms around Wayne, giving him a weak squeeze, before you feel him stroking your hair. The act is familiar- it was what Eddie does whenever you’re upset or stressed... but it was foreign all the same.
“He loved you.” Wayne whispers, resting his chin on top of your head, holding you the way a father holds his child. Something about the words he spoke and the hug causes something inside of you to crack. tears rush down your cheeks and you’re clinging to Wayne as you release broken sobs.
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Eddie peels his eyes open and does his best to sit up but it’s as if his entire body is encased in cement. All he can do is stare up at the blood red sky and wait. However, thankfully, he doesn’t wait long before it begins. Pain begins to radiate throughout his entire body and whilst Eddie wants nothing more than to scream- he can’t open his mouth.
Demobats swarm above him, shrieking and squealing, growing louder and louder the more that Eddie’s pain grows. It feels like every bone in his body is being smashed and then superglued back together only to be destroyed again. The pain doesn’t end- it just builds in severity and more bats join the swarm.
He is dying- that’s all it could be. There is no other option.
However, just as he thinks it was finally the end. That he’d come face to face with St. Peter or Satan- whoever chose him; Eddie is at peace. It’s calm, the bats are sitting around him, and his throat b u r n s.
“Hawkins...” Eddie croaks out before scrambling to his feet and rushing towards Wayne’s trailer- only to see a massive pit, moonlight streaming in through it.
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Steddie x Reader ft Kas!Eddie Imagine (Part 1) - The Return
This is being done in two parts, as it gonna be way to long otherwise for one post. Part 2 will be done on Wednesday
Dealing with aftermath of Vecna opening the gates and earthquake, as well losing Eddie, Steve had become your main support, keeping you a float and not pulled under by your grief.
With his parents away as normal and your parents spending more time away from Hawkins now, for the last coupe of months both of you spent time at either ones house, to keep each other company.
While spending so much time together, you both started to become closer, and could no longer deny the feelings that were growing, but you couldn't bring yourself to act them, as you were dealing with your lose of Eddie and felt like you were betraying him somehow.
One night at your home with your parents away, you and Steve just laid out in back garden looking up at the night sky and pointing out the different constellations. While outside you laced your fingered with Steve for the first time, worried about he pull away and when he did your heart drop but that quickly replace when he pulled you in closed, then took your hand again. You rested your head on his shoulder, allowing Steve to rest his head top of yours.
It was couple of weeks later, both you and Steve were back at your for evening, enjoying the cool temperature that day had offer, watching as the wind brew though Steve hair, the urge to kiss him was so sudden, so that what you did.
Steve returned it in kind, holding the back your head, with his fingers tangled in your hair.
A loud guttural growl interrupted you from the darkness, making you grip Steve hand, as you turned to look into the darkness, of the forest that your house backed onto, trying to see what was causing the growling.
You both could see something, a figure, walking through the trees with something large on both side be it. As the figure got closer, the large things turned out to be wings, and that caused Steve to place himself in front you with his hand behind him hold yours, causing the figure to growl again.
You both watched as it come closer and when they were close enough to seen clearly, you gasp loudly, as you placed your hand over your month as tears began to form in your eyes, as you stepped out from behind Steve.
You couldn't believe it, Eddie was standing in front you. It wasn't possible, you had checked, he had died in your arms. You took a few step forwards to look at him better but Steve wrapped an arm around you, stopping you from going any further, making Eddie growl again.
Steve was telling you, that it wasn't Eddie, it couldn't be not after bleeding out and being stuck in the upside down. You knew he was right but you had to check.
You pulled out of Steve hold and slow moved toward, till you were in front him, his growling had turned in a low rumble. You reached out shakily to touch his face, sis cheek was cold against your hand but he was real and was in front you.
Trying to move your hand away, Eddie grabbed it stopping you then stiffed your wrist, before biting down and making you cry out in pain, as you tried to free wrist.
The cry of pain from you, spurred Steve to actions, as he was by your side, punching Eddie in the face. That action made him released your wrist, as Steve pulled you back with him.
That enraged Eddie even more, growling at you both and his wings goes up in the air, as he raced forward to you and Steve ready to attack. Steve took the first few hits, but you moved to stood in front of him taking the hits. When you saw an opening, you wrapped your around Eddie's neck.
Eddie soon started to claw and bite you anyway he could reach, to try to get you off him, so he could attack Steve again. Your shoulders, arms and back were bleeding, but you refused to let go, gripping him tighter, apologizing for leave him there and called him by a nickname that only you called him.
Hearing that nickname seem to make his attack stop on you, then wrapped his wings around you and nuzzling into your neck, taking in your scent again as if it calming him. You though that was it but searing pain in your neck made you shriek.
You didn't know what happen, but you found yourself being held in Steve arms, with Eddie looking down at you with blood covering his teeth and dripping down his chin.
You watched through fuzzing eyes as you stared at Eddie and tried to reach out for him, but he flinted before moving backward and headed back in to the forest.
You tried to stand and go after him, but not only did Steve tighten his grip on on you, blackness took your vision as well.
When you woke next, you whole body was sore and you were confused, not remembering how you got to bed. It took a few minutes but once you were more awake the previous night came flooding back to you.
Eddie was alive! You got out of bed and rushed downstairs, you need to find him. Once downstairs you noticed you weren't home alone, the others were here. It took you moment to register that Steve next to you, checking you out.
You batted his hands away and was about to tell him you were just sore but the look he gave, made you choose otherwise as he put you on the couch between Dustin and Robin.
He came back and handed you food, sitting across from you and then started to explain what had happening the pervious night, that Eddie was alive and had attacked last night. While Steve was explained it, you were lost in your own world thinking about last night.
Eddie had growled every time Steve had touched you. First growl when you were kissing, second was when Steve was holding your hand and third was when Steve had wrapped his arm around you, to stop you getting any closer.
He only attacked cause Steve punched him, what probably wasn't the great idea now you think but at the time it was. He was never trying to hurt you or Steve really, he was hungry, reacting to a threat and trying scare the competition off.
He was currently thinking with an animalistic brain, of cause he would reacted like how he did. However the way he reacted to you calling him by his special nickname, and flinching when you tried to reach him, he was still in there, you knew it.
Now you just need to find him, and bring him back to his senses, bring back your sweet metalhead Eddie, as much as possible.
However that lead to a new thought, did you want to be with Steve or Eddie, and that thought alone was causing you the most pain.
How were you meant to choose between them.
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Eddie Munson plus size babes, I got y'all. I've got a few x readers I'm working on rn and a few will drop soon. Not like y'all know my writing but I wanna just announce it cause I'm excited to post them!🥰
#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things season four#stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x plus size reader#joesph quinn#vampire eddie munson#vampire eddie munson x reader#x plus size reader
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warnings: loose mentions of Eddie eating chomos, rapists, and abusers, talks about blood without actually mentioning blood, hints of nsfw, cursing, let me know if i left anything out sorry!
this is shit ☠️
vampire! Eddie Munson
idk where he'd feed
I don't think he'd be like the Cullen's cause he couldn't bring himself to hurt animals
and idk about you but there's no way in hell he'd feed off of my anemic ass😭
plus he could never hurt you like that so it's out of the question
(maybe in the bedroom tho 👀)
maybe vigilante vamp Eddie?
he kills and feeds off of chomos, r@pists, and abusers??
he doesn't do it near you obviously
can't have you caught up in murder suspicions y/n
i think he'd either be hella cocky and confident or really self conscious and weary around you
afraid he might accidentally hurt you
it'd take a lot of convincing to finally get him to come around
or he'd be the most confident you'd ever seen him
cause he's a fuckin vampire y/n!! how cool is that!
if you want him to turn you you couldn't escape the Marissa Constando jokes lmao
you probably have to convince him to not wear a cape
"eds please no"
"but baaaabe"
"it looks so cool🥺"
"i'm not having sex with you if wear that cape"
"ugggggh fine🙄😔"
if you've seen the fanart of vamp Eddie sometimes he has wings and a tail
bro i would go fuckin feral
maybe they're extra sensitive?
if you're a fidgeter (like me😭) you'd play with them all the time
and he's just chill with it as long as you don't squeeze but even then he'll just silently wince
he just doesn't have the heart to tell you it hurts 🥺
totally tells you you're a freak for still liking him
and he's kinda right 🤷🏼♀️
monsterfucker y/n rules tho 😌✨
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a new halloweeny mini series coming soon!
As Vecna reeks havoc above ground in Hawkins, he’s left two victims in charge of his beloved Upside Down. Reborn as vampires in your defeat, you and Eddie Munson have been forced the title of the Adam and Eve of this underworld. Unfortunately, the prospect of eternity is a lot easier if you didn’t despise each other.
To Eddie, you’re Harrington’s stuck up half sister who was better off shut away at boarding school. To you, Eddie Munson is a judgemental asshole whose recklessness has got you in this predicament.
Will you survive each others company before your brother and friends can defeat Vecna and save you? Or will you mutually destroy each other before they have the chance…
#eddie munson x you#Eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x harrington!reader#vampire eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x yn#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#Eddie munson angst
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My vampire boy~ Pt2
Eddie x fem reader
Warnings: just smut and a little cursing
Author note: sorry this took 10 years, I was being lazy
Word count: 1,476
Summary: you and Eddie have been hiding out in your cabin since he woke from the dead. How long before Eddie needs to eat, or worse the rest of the gang comes snooping?
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Ever since Eddie woke up from the dead, we’ve done nothing but sleep and fuck. It’s been a whole day and you just can’t find a reason to leave the cabin. Well except for food. Eddie won’t say it but you know he’s hungry. He’s becoming a lot weaker and less energetic ever since he first came back. You’ve tried to give him some old noodles you got in the cabinet but it seemed to make him worse.
Eddie is laying on your chest while you’re playing with his cold hand. Your stomach growls and Eddie looks up towards you. “You should eat something,” he says interlocking his hand with yours.
“I’m not hungry.” You reply quickly. “I can hear your stomach growling,” Eddie says sitting up on the couch. “You don’t have to pretend not to be hungry for me. I can control it,” he says smiling weakly. “I wish I could help. Is it like the movies, Is it blood that you want?” You say sitting up as well. “I think so, It’s like I'm really really hungry and I just know if I were to taste you, I wouldn't be hungry anymore.”
His words give you butterflies even though they probably shouldn’t. “Maybe you should.” You suggest. “No.” He replies shaking his head. “Is there anyway I can give you some without…you know…”
“-dying? I really don’t know and I’m not gonna risk it,” he says a little coldly. “But what if I wanted to, would you consider it then?” You say ghosting your fingers over his skin.
“Temping offer,” Eddie says moving closer. You can feel his shallow breath on your neck. He presses down almost as if he’s going to bite you. You prepare yourself for the pain but instead, he leaves a kiss on your neck. “But we don’t know enough,” he says pushing away from you. You grab him back, pulling him against your lips and straddling him.
“I’m done playing, you need to eat.” You demand, angling your neck towards his mouth. “No I-“ Before he can answer, you grab his face with your hands forcing him to look at you. “Do it.” Eddie sighs, laying his head against yours. “I’ve been trying so hard to control myself… You’re making it really hard right now Y/N.”
“I trust you,” before you can say anything else, Eddie’s digging in his pocket. He takes out a pocket knife, opens it, and hands it to you.
“If I don’t stop, you stab my ass.” He grabs your hand with the knife in it and guides you towards his neck. “Right here,” he says taping the knife on the side of his neck. “IM NOT STABBING YOU!” You yell in disbelief.
“if I’m killing you, you will.” You stay silent “Promise you will?” He says sternly, hands tightening on yours. “I will, I promise.” In reality you know you wouldn’t but anything to get him to eat.
“I think it would be better if I tried your wrist first.” You get off his lap and turn to face him, foreheads nearly touching. “Can I?” Eddie asks gesturing to your arm. You responded with a small nod. Eddie gently grabs your arm, ducking his head to meet your skin. His fangs appear and you close your eyes. You feel a sharp pain and jerk back. Eddie grabs your arm tighter steadying you.
As the pain went away, it was quickly replaced with electricity almost like adrenaline. You can feel it rushing through your body all the way down to your fingertips. The feeling is almost euphoric and you let out a moan that was a little too loud. Eddie growls and grabs your arm tighter. You watch in awe as Eddie engulfs you. Suddenly, your wrist began to sting. “EDDIE I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH!” You yell trying to pull your arm back but his grip tightens securing you to that spot.
“EDDIE LET GO!” You scream but He doesn’t budge. Your grip tightens on the knife in your right hand. Before you can do anything rash, Eddie drops your arm and
connects his lips to yours, pushing you back onto the couch. “Hmm,” the taste of blood invades your kiss as he opens his mouth.
“Did you feel that?” Eddie says smiling down at you, full of energy. “Feel what?” You ask confused at his behavior. “When I bit you, that electricity?” “Yeah it was like a shock-“
“I need you so bad right now, worse than before”.
“O-oh..”
Before you can respond to anything he’s saying properly, he's throwing off his shirt. You take a moment to admire his happy trail. Eddie wipes any extra blood off his mouth with his forearm before his lips are back on yours.
This kiss is a little slower, one of his hands moving up to cup your face. “You want this?” He asks his dark lust filled eyes hypnotizing you. “Yes,” that’s all he needs to hear. In seconds, he’s working at his belt. You do the same, shimmying your pants off from underneath him. With one quick pull, Eddie yanks your pants off. He ducks down to you, continuing your kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer to you. His hips buck into yours looking for friction. ”God, I need you so fucking bad.”
With that, Eddie looks down between you two and pulls out his dick. Holding your panties to the side with one hand and lining himself up with the other. Eddie sinks himself into you and you instantly muffle your moans in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, you basically sucked me in.” After a couple of slow thrusts, Eddie quickened the pace. Eddie Pushes back on your thigh so he could have easier access. “Oh god, please don’t stop,” you pant out “You take me so fucking well,” Eddie says, thrusting into you deeper than before.
Eddie’s head drops to the crook of your neck where he stays for a second before you feel a familiar sharp pain. It’s quickly followed by the same almost ecstasy-like feeling as earlier. Everything instantly becomes enhanced and your body feels hotter than before. Eddie’s relentless thrusts throw you over the edge. “EDDIE, ITS TOO MUCH! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!” Eddie's face emerges from your neck.
His face is covered in blood and he has a big smirk on his face. “Cum for me baby,” his tone is demanding and you can’t help but oblige. Your body spasms against him and he continues slamming into your sensitive cunt.
“You squeeze me so fucking tight y/n” Eddie huffs out between thrusts. “Shit I’m cumming,”
You sit up slightly. “Fill me,” you moan inches away from his ear and that’s all it took. Eddie cums loud letting out a stream of cuss words in the process. “SHIT Y/N!”
Collapsing next to you, he watches your chest rise and fall as you breathe. Everything is calm for a second before Eddie jumps up and zips towards the front door. “EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
“I hear someone,” he says looking out the window. You sit up running to follow him. Just as you reach him, you hear voices from outside. When you peek out the window next to the door, you see Dustin, Steve, Mike, and Lucas.
“SHIT, I didn't tell them!” You say covering Eddie's mouth. “Don’t say a word,” you mouth putting a finger to your lips.
“It should be over here.” You hear Dustin say leading the rest of the group to where Eddie was buried out of view.”
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“Umm…we didn’t leave it like this did we?” Steve says bending over to see inside the disheveled empty grave. “WHERE IS EDDIE?!” Dustin says looking down in the empty grave. “Who goes around digging up graves?” Lucas says in confusion.
“Shit shit shit,” Dustin repeats kicking dirt up with his shoe. Steve cuts his thought short.
“Do you think it could have been-“
A loud thump from inside the cabin interrupts Steve. “What was that?” He says turning his head to face the cabin. Everyone does the same, slowly creeping towards the door.
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Eddie had accidentally tripped causing both of you to fall down. Hand still over his mouth, you watch as the other cabin door knob turns almost in slow motion. Dustin and the rest of the gang bust through the back door to find you and Eddie in a compromising position.
“WHAT THE HELL!?” Steve screams looking down at you two. You and Eddie scramble up. “Does this count as necrophilia?” Mike asks from behind the group. Lucas says nothing, silently side-eyeing him in disgust. Dustin is completely silent watching in disbelief as you give the group a small wave. “I can explain,” you say giving a weak smile.
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What’s Mine (Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader) Masterlist
Summary: The party you are working at is crashed and chaos ensues.
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Smut, Blood, Violence, Vampire AU, Oral, Public sex.
Notes: This started off as a mini challenge but Eddie is hard to quit… will I write more? eh maybe but probably not for a while. ❤️ Vampire Eddie is hot.
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#dark fic#Vampire Eddie Munson#Dark Eddie Munson#Dark Eddie Munson x Reader#Vampire Eddie Munson x Reader#Eddie Munson x Reader#Eddie Munson#Stranger Things#fanfic#mind the warnings#Blood tw#Vampire AU
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Bleh Bleh Bleh - (Vampire) Eddie Munson X GN Reader - November 10th
Title: Bleh Bleh Bleh
(Vampire) Eddie Munson X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Reader's mother
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WC: 1,666 ;)
Warnings: Blood, drinking of blood, Reader has a mother, suggestive, mention of death, mention of hospitals, mention of injury, mention of illness, slight angst, and fluff
Rushing down the street in the dark of the night, you held your messenger bag close to your chest. You paused for a moment as you caught your breath before running again, your shadow casting over the sidewalk. Your breath came out in short gasps, each one was more painful than the last. You were exhausted and felt like throwing up. But you had to get to Eddie.
You had met Eddie by accident. You were just walking home from school when you saw someone hunched over in pain in an alleyway. Against your better judgment, you went to see if the person was alright. You slowly walked over, asking if the person was okay, and that's when you saw them. Sharp fangs. Blood red eyes. A light grimaces on their face. It was a vampire. The creature stood up quickly, its hand holding his stomach tightly as he started to walk towards you. He was tall, his body lean with muscle. His long curly brown hair hung loosely about his shoulders. He looked like any other person, aside from his pale skin.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, wincing in pain.
He looked up at you with desperate eyes. "Please. I need help."
You could've run away. You could've screamed and alerted someone. But, you didn't. This vampire. The pain in his eyes. The hurt. He needed your help. And, you couldn't say no.
That's how you got into this slightly unpleasant situation.
Running up the driveway, you rushed into the trailer, shutting and locking the door shut. You rushed to Eddie's room, finding him curled up on his bed, clutching his stomach with eyes shut tight. You jumped on the bed and took the bags of blood from your bag. Immediately, Eddie's eyes widened and he grabbed a bag from you in one quick swipe. Curling up again, he stuck his fangs into the bag, slowly slurping the blood from the bag. It always reminded you of a juice box. You sat in silence as you watched him get his fill of the blood.
You sat back against the headboard, feeling utterly drained. Exhaustion weighed down on you and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. Only, you didn't want to go to sleep. Not yet. You had to make sure Eddie was okay. You slowly turned your head to him, watching as he tossed the drained bag into his trash can, before sitting up and scooting beside you.
You had been bringing blood bags to Eddie for almost a year now. And, it really helped a lot when your mother was a late-shift nurse at the hospital. You'd go there and see her as an excuse to raid the blood fridge that was for some reason in the breakroom. You didn't really need or want to ask your mother why they were in the same room. But, you knew that it was definitely a health hazard. But, you always grabbed a bag or two, to make sure Eddie had an extra just in case. He normally ate an entire one, but if he was really unwell, he'd eat two or more.
You worried a lot about him. Over the months, you've noticed that the blood wasn't helping as much. You wondered if it was because they were a couple of hours or days old, or if he needed it fresh, like stabbing his teeth into someone fresh. But, Eddie had realized instantly that he didn't like biting people and sucking their blood. He had said it made him feel terrible, not physically, but mentally. He hates how after he stole blood, his victims would either pass out or be in so much pain that they had the possibility of dying. He didn't want that.
There was something strange about Eddie. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on. At first, you thought it was just because he was a vampire. But, you soon realized that wasn't all there was to him. There was something else. Some essence that you couldn't quite place. It was hard to describe. He was a living legend. And, even though he seemed immortal, he could get sick or die. It didn't really make much sense to you, and Eddie wouldn't really fully explain to you about it either.
Him being a vampire didn't stop you from falling for him. If anything, it only made you love him even more. No matter how many times he'd tell you to hate him, you still loved him. You couldn't help it. It was who you were inside. You loved vampires, their stories, legends, and Eddie happened to be a vampire, therefore he was perfect. Besides his vampirism, he was pretty cute too. Long curly brown hair, brown eyes that occasionally turned red, (when he was hungry or angry), and his metalhead sort of aesthetic. He wore black clothes, band shirts, and lots of leather.
You looked over to where he laid, leaning up against the headboard. He looked tired. Very tired. Like he hadn't slept in days. You hated seeing him look like that. He should've never looked so worn out.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked, gently stroking his cheek.
Eddie sat up, reaching out and grabbing your wrist lightly.
He looked at you, his eyes brown with tints of red in the center; he was still hungry. He stared at you for a long time before his eyes slowly grabbed over to your wrist in his cold hand. His breathing shallower slightly, his tongue coming past his lips to wet them. You didn't move, you weren't scared of him. His eyes deepened in color before he frowned and pushed himself away from you with wide eyes.
"Get away from me, please." He begged, curling into himself, and wrapping his arms around himself.
You bit your lip gently, studying him. You didn't have another blood bag for him. You had tried before to let him drink your blood, but he always said no. How dangerous he was, how dangerous he was to you. Yet, you still wanted him. You felt guilty for not letting him drink your blood, but you didn't want to force it on him.
"I'm sorry... Please don't hate me..." He pleaded, his voice cracking.
Your heart broke at how broken he sounded. "I could never hate you, Eddie." You whispered back, scooting closer to him.
Eddie pushed further away from you, shaking his head, "No, you have to stay away. I don't want to hurt you."
You pursed your lips, shaking your head. "Eddie. I don't care. You're in pain and I am offering my blood to you."
"I can get it myself," he muttered, averting his gaze from you. "I'll just find a pig or something."
You shook your head, "You know pig blood makes you sick. I don't want you throwing up blood again. You've been having trouble getting enough blood lately. Just bite me."
His eyes narrowed, "I can't do that, Y/N. I'll hurt you, or worse."
You shrugged, scooting to sit beside him, "Please, Eddie. If you don't you'll get sicker and my mom's already suspicious about why I come to see her all the time."
Eddie sat for a moment before speaking, "I don't think I'll be able to stop if I start. I don't want to drain you." He whimpered softly, "And I don't want you to hate me."
You reached out, stroking his hair, "I won't hate you. I could never. And, I promise I will stop you if I get light-headed or something. You shouldn't be suffering."
Eddie looked up at you with sad eyes, "Are you sure?"
You sighed quietly, "Yes, Eddie. I am. You have my consent to bite me." You said, placing your hand on your heart in a sort of promise.
Eddie turned to you, eyes searching yours for any signs of fear. When he found none, you closed your eyes as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He brushed your hair away from your neck and you let out a sigh. You felt his warm breath tickle the skin of your neck, as he tilted your head back; his fingers caressing your skin. You shivered as his hot tongue softly licked over an area of your skin, his sharp fangs grazing your skin. You let out a gasp as his sharp teeth sunk into your skin. His lips pressed against your flesh gently as he drank the blood flowing through your veins. His tongue lapped slowly, savoring every drop of blood that flowed from your supple neck.
You grabbed ahold of Eddie's hair, pressing him closer to you. You've never felt anything like the feeling you felt when he bit you. He was warm, his body pressed flush against yours. His fangs pierced your skin and slowly sank, releasing a slow trickle of blood from your skin. You moaned softly, arching your back as his warm tongue licked over your skin, savoring each drop of blood that pooled out of you. Your mind was swimming in ecstasy as the warmth of his body radiated over you, his hands gripping tightly; pulling, squeezing.
Only when you could feel your heartbeat slowing did Eddie pull away, licking his lips clean, almost like a cat. His fangs protruded from his mouth slightly, looking at you with worry.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, taking hold of your wrist, and making you look up at him.
You shook your head, "No, Eddie. No. I'm fine." You breathed, pulling him into a hug, wanting to feel him close to you.
Eddie wrapped his arms around you, pressing his cheek against yours, "Thank you, Y/N." He whispered huskily.
You smiled up at him, "You're welcome. Thank you for letting me help you. Now… I’m pretty tired… Can I stay the night?” You asked and Eddie nodded, softly caressing the slowly healing skin from his bite with the tips of his fingers.
“Yes, please.”
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wanna be the werewolf gf to eddie’s vampire bf <3 thinking ab how freeing it would be to him to be with someone like him, someone supernatural, someone “freaky” (ayy lmao). you’d only be able to roughhouse with him in open spaces bc the last time you did that indoors you put him through a wall. the two of you being so possessive towards each other that it cancels out literally anyone w a brain who even entertained the idea of approaching one of yall. practically sharing your closet bc you want your scent all over him and hes happy to oblige <3 his sadomasochistic ass getting turned on the closer you get to the full moon bc you get meaner, rougher, needier, all at once.
#kas eddie x reader#vampire eddie munson#vampire eddie munson x reader#stranger things au#cutting myself off so i dont stay up all night listing concepts for this oop
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