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#steddie#vamp eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#kas eddie#vampire eddie#stranger things#my art#my stranger things art#yeah it's the theseus/minotaur pose#yeah kas eddie is totally into it
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🎵 JUST CALL MY NAME 'CAUSE I'LL HEAR YOU SCREAM - MASTER! MASTER! 🎵
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanart#kas!eddie#vamp eddie#kas eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things fanart#joseph quinn#made by samael#madebysamael
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well, anyways…can’t wait for st5 when we get vamp! eddie back from the dead, robin gf, max waking up, byler endgame, and steddie! haha, right boys?
#stranger things#stranger things 5#st5 predictions#vamp eddie#eddie munson#max mayfield#lumax#will byers#mike wheeler#byler#byler endgame#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#gayer things
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Love Never Dies
Vampire!Eddie x Fem!Reader
Description: It's been months since the horror that enveloped your spring break ended. Life has been miserable in the aftermath and all you want to do is run away until an unexpected visitor shows up in your room.
Warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, SMUT with an attempt at minor plot (post ST4 Vol 2), minors DNI, slight praise kink, dirty talk, blood, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, use of pet names, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, tiny touch of fluff at the end
A/N: Vampire Eddie fics are *chefs kiss* so I really wanted to do one too. I was further spurred on by rewatching Bram Stoker's Dracula recently which is a surprisingly horny vampire movie (and overall great film). This one came out pretty quick which is great since I've felt a little creative block with the other story I was working on. Hopefully this gets the juices flowing.
Word count: 3500
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Months had passed, spring had given way to summer and as the days grew long and the midsummer heat continued to rise, your window rarely stayed closed. The living nightmare of March of '86 was behind you but still left lasting trauma. Hell, you barely graduated in the end but you pushed through. You couldn't bear to fail and get locked into staying in Hawkins another year, having to continue walking through those now claustrophobic halls at school. Not without him.
Living without Eddie didn't get easier so much as it just got more bearable as time went on. You woke up, you went to work, you came home, you went to sleep. Rinse, repeat. You'd almost become a recluse, trying to save up as much as you could from your meager paychecks just so you could get the hell out of town as soon as possible. To run from the painful memories. The gang always checked in, they've been through this enough to know how important it was to support one another in the aftermath. They were the only people who could get you to break your dull new routine.
After spending the evening with Robin and Nancy, all you wanted to do was be in your bed and shut off. You flopped back on your mattress, kicking your shoes off before pulling your legs up to join the rest of your body. As you curled up on your side, you reached a hand up to fidget with the skull ring attached to the delicate chain around your neck. One of Eddie's rings. Something he shoved into your hand as he choked on his last dying breaths lying between you and Dustin. Your mind drifted, staring off unfocused into nothing. Time had transformed your grief from crying fits to quiet moments of dissociation.
Before you let yourself slip too far you sat up sharply. You weren't going to fall asleep like this again. Getting up, you went through your normal evening routine, settling for a cropped tank top and your underwear to sleep in. As warm as it was, you couldn’t sleep without something covering you, loosely pulling the flat sheet from your bed covers over your lower half. You left your bedside lamp on. Despite being an adult now, the horror of the Upside Down had reignited your fear of the dark. At least now when the nightmares ripped you awake, you couldn't be fooled by shadows in the dark. You drifted off to sleep, hoping for a more restful night for once.
Not long after sleep claimed you, a red fog began creeping through your window. Slowly it gathered at the foot of your bed in a thick growing pool before it began to take shape, becoming a tall figure with wild dark curls. As the figure solidified, he rolled his shoulders, taking a long and satisfying stretch. He trained his eyes on your sleeping form, walking round to the side of the bed, taking a careful, weightless seat on the mattress beside you. Lifting a hand to your face, he caresses your cheek softly.
You shiver slightly at his touch. Despite the extreme gentleness of it, the stark difference in temperature between his freezing cold fingers and the heat surrounding you stirs you from your slumber. Bleary eyed you begin to notice the large form beside you, suddenly shoving yourself backwards towards the opposite side of the bed. "Who are you?!" You blink and rub your eyes, forcing them to focus.
"I know it's been a little while, but you can't tell me you don't recognize me already," he chuckles, turning his body to face you.
A sharp gasp slips out, your hands darting up to cover your mouth as it hangs open. You can't believe what you're seeing. "...E-eddie?"
Eddie spreads his arms out in a small flourish, bowing slightly, a smirk flashing across his face, "In the flesh, sweetheart."
You reach a shaking, cautious hand towards him. "I must be dreaming, there's no way… Eddie… I watched the lights go out in your eyes. Steve had to practically drag Dustin and I away from you!" If this was a dream, it was a cruel new kind of dream. You would almost prefer the nightmares, reliving that terrible moment of being too late over and over again was at least familiar.
Eddie attempts to grasp your hand, the sudden cold sensation shocking you and causing you to rip it back. He frowns at your reaction, "It's really me. It took a long time, but I recovered, I pulled myself out. I…" His voice trailed off as he looked away from you, his eyes distant.
"Eddie…" you reached for him again, this time not shying away from the chill as you took his hand, "...baby why are you so cold? What happened after you died?" Tears filled your eyes and threatened to start falling down your face.
His gaze returned to you, closing his hand around yours and squeezing. "I'm not sure… something changed. I changed. I thought it was something about that place, but I've been back in real Hawkins for a week and I haven't eaten, I haven't wanted to for months." Eddie's tongue darts out to lick over his lips as he becomes more aware of your warmth and of something else he can't put his finger on. "I've been hiding in the woods. You're the first person I've tried to come near."
You take in a deep breath, using your free hand to wipe your eyes. "Eddie, it's July. How have you not eaten anything since March?"
"Sweetheart, I don't think I'm human anymore." His words hang in the room, the silence near deafening.
You study his features. Even in the soft warm light of your lamp he looks paler than usual, the demobat bite marks you remember seeing on his neck are completely gone, he doesn't even have a noticeable scar. You scoot closer to him again, hanging a leg off the side of the bed as you take his face in your hand.
Eddie closes his eyes as he breathes you in, leaning his face into your hand. The scent is intoxicating, he always loved the way you smelled, but something is different now. An insatiable hunger began to ignite in him as he cupped his hand over yours, turning his face to it and placing a gentle kiss on your palm, trailing another closer to your wrist, followed by another as his mouth opens slightly.
Your eyes widened as you took your hand from him. "Eddie!"
Your voice snaps him out of his trance as he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights, pupils blown out.
You grab his face, thumb gently lifting his lip to see his much more pronounced canines and gasping again as you release him. "Fucking shit Eddie, you're a goddamn vampire! That's why you haven't been hungry!" You pause for a moment before slapping his knee. "Did you just try to bite me?!"
The metal head blinks and throws his hands up. "Sorry! I can't help it! You're the first warm body I've been this close to and…" he licks his lip again, "God, baby, you smell so good. I mean, you always have but… this is… different." He pants slightly, rubbing his hands over your warm thighs. "I think you're right. Those fuckin bats turned me." He's not looking at your face anymore, eyes dropping to your chest as his hands slide towards your hips and down again.
Having his hands on your thighs reminded you of your own needs, how much you missed his touch. As inappropriate as it felt to get aroused at a time like this, you couldn't help yourself. Despite the situation at hand, you felt overtaken by some unknown aphrodisiac and you needed Eddie. His fingers kneaded the flesh of your thighs. "Eddie…" you breathed, leaning towards him, placing a hand on his thigh sliding it further up his leg as you grew closer.
"Yeah?" His eyes don't meet yours, it's almost as if he's staring directly at your heart, seeing your veins through your skin as the blood pumps through them.
"Are you doing this?" Your hand comes to his face again, your breaths quickening.
He meets your eyes now, pupils still blown out with lust. "Dunno, haven't really had a chance to flex all these new vamp abilities yet." He laughs to himself, beginning to lean in as well. "Vampire books were your thing, sweetheart." He places a tentative kiss on your chin taking note of the change in your demeanor. "Are you saying I have some kind of new sexy powers?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You choke down a hard gulp, your hands sliding over his dingy, torn Hellfire shirt. Despite your fictional knowledge of vampires, you weren't sure how much of it applied to real vampires. Hell until tonight you didn't even think they could be real. What little you had read had been about tragic, romantic vampires and less about terrifying monster vampires. Fingers crossed Eddie was the former. "Maybe I've just been ignoring my needs since you've been gone…" You chanced a chaste kiss on his lips, feeling him softly groan into you.
"I missed you so much, baby. Thinkin' about seein' this pretty face again might've been what drove me to crawl my way out of that fuckin' hell hole." Eddie slides a hand on your ass and another around your back, dragging you closer to him as he kisses you. "I don't know how much control I really have over myself but fuck, I want you so bad sweetheart and I don't mean your blood."
A small moan escapes you as he kisses your jawline. "Just try not to kill me, would ya, Eds? Christ, I've missed you so bad too, it'd be a shame to end our reunion on a sour note," you try to slip a little humor in, laughing nervously at your own words.
Eddie pulls back to study your face, bringing a hand up to your cheek and dragging his thumb over your lips. "I'd go back down there and throw myself at Vecna himself before I'd do that sweetheart." His eyes are locked with yours, a moment of clarity in the haze as he makes his promise.
You give him a little nod and he meets your lips again in a kiss, more passionate this time. Before you realize it, he's lifting you over his lap like you weigh nothing, settling you down to straddle against him. He sighs through his kisses at the feeling of your full body heat against him, wrapping his arms around your back.
Your hands grip his shoulders before sliding over them and around his neck. You grind into his lap, moaning into him from the friction, your thin panties providing a very minimal barrier between you two. Eddie takes advantage of your open mouth and slips his tongue in, connecting with yours and twisting together. His fingers dance nimbly over your sides, sliding under your loose cropped tank, his hands coming up to cup your tits and squeeze them.
"I missed these perfect tits, baby," he huffs as his kisses begin to trail down your throat. Unwilling to break his grasp on you, he nods down and takes the hem of your top in his teeth and pulls it up over your chest. He locks his lips on one of your nipples, gently sucking and biting at it before switching to the other.
Your hands slide up his neck, fingers wrapping in his hair and tugging lightly, eliciting a moan from Eddie as he worked your chest. "Eddie… I need you, I want you inside me," you whine against him, face buried in the crown of his hair as you pant.
Eddie licks a line between your breasts. "Yeah, baby? Want this cock inside you already?" He thrusts his hard bulge against your heat, another moan falling from your lips. His hand trails down your stomach, slipping under the hem of your panties. The longer his body was in contact with yours, the warmer he became, you barely noticed a chill when his fingers rubbed your clit. Eddie sucked in his bottom lip as he pushed further, strong fingers running over your soaked lips. "God I missed this too," he groans into you, "I missed how wet you get for me." He slides two fingers inside you with minimal effort, curling them inside you and immediately finding that spongy spot he knows best. "So warm and inviting."
You whine into him, your hold on him tightening as he works his magic, quickly causing you to fall apart in his hands. You really hadn't given yourself any attention since he'd been gone and it was embarrassingly apparent with how easily he ushered your orgasm forward. "Fuck Eddie, I'm gonna cum baby!"
He laughs and uses his free hand to cup your jaw so he can look at your face as you cum. "So soon? You really did miss me, didn't you? Cum for me, Princess. Soak these finger and then I'll fuck you."
Without another word, you clamp down on his fingers, sobbing moans leaving your mouth as he helps you ride out your first orgasm in months. He hisses through clenched teeth as he watches you writhe in his hands, his fangs glinting in the soft light. "That's it baby." He pulls his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth as he drags his tongue over them, lewdly sucking your juices off each individual digit. He closes his eyes and growls, "Fuck, you taste so good." He roughly removes your top, sliding you down on the bed at an inhuman speed you can barely register.
Eddie pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room before unfastening his belt and pants, shoving them off his legs. Crawling over you, his fingers hook in your underwear as he slides them down you legs. "Look at this pretty pussy, I bet she missed me too," He teases his thumb over your clit as he palms his erection through his boxers.
"Eddie…" you beg, "Please baby…" you writhe beneath him, hips thrusting into his hand. You look up at him, his slim, muscular form, hands reaching for him, to touch him.
Eddie grins, his large fangs more obvious now. "Please what baby?" He presses his thumb against you a little harder leaning over you to whisper in your ear, "What do you need, my love?"
Panting, your head falls back on your pillow, eyes closed. "Fuck me, Eddie. I need you so bad, baby."
He slides a finger down to drag along your slit, chuckling at the way your hips buck in response. "Fuck... I love when you beg for me, baby." Finally, he pulls down his boxers, kicking them off the edge of the bed. His thick cock hangs free as he spits in his hand, jerking himself until he's sufficiently lubricated. "What kind of man would I be if I left my pretty girl hanging?" He rubs his tip against your entrance, slowly pressing himself in.
Gripping the bed sheets, you moan beneath him, eyes rolling back slightly at the familiar feeling of Eddie stretching you as he fully settles inside you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you passionately as he thrusts, slow and deep at first. Your legs wrap around him, both of you moaning into each other wantonly as Eddie begins to thrust faster and harder.
"Fuck Eddie! You feel so good!" You bite his shoulder, fingers scratching his back
Eddie moans loudly. "Ohhh sweetheart, you're so fucking tight. I could cum right now. It's like this pussy was made for me." He nibbles on your ear, trailing more kisses and love bites down the side of your neck. Eddie's breathing quickens as he licks over your jugular, feeling your pulse as he continued his unforgiving thrusts. His lips latch over your pulse point, sucking gently, teeth grazing the space as his left hand finds your right and intertwines his fingers tightly with yours.
Despite how lost you are in your combined pleasure, you can feel him teasing over your neck. Whining and mewling, one of your hands snakes through his hair, pressing him against you. "Eddie…" you gasp.
"Mmmhm?" He's in a trance, he can practically taste your blood already with how close he is to it.
"Drink from me…"
Eddie's eyes shoot open, pulling himself from your neck as he processes what you said, his hips stalling. "...what?"
"You'll need to feed eventually and I know you want to. You can drink from me. I-if you think you can stop that is." You feel your cheeks flush, you'd be lying if you said the thought didn't turn you on a little.
"I don't want to hurt you." Eddie's looking at you with those brown eyes of his, half hungry and lustful, half soft and cautious as he searches your face for any hint of doubt.
"You won't. I trust you, baby." You cup his cheek in your hand, giving him a deep, reassuring kiss. "Drink from me," you beckon, offering your neck to him.
Eddie begins to thrust into you again, watching as the sensation brings up your heart rate and quickens the pulse in your neck. Licking his lips he locks them on your jugular, fangs gently grazing the vein. He brings a hand up to caress your cheek before settling it in your hair and tangling it in the strands. Tender flesh gives away under the pressure of his bite and warm, coppery fluid fills his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head slightly before closing them completely, moaning into your neck.
A heavy, sobbing moan leaves your mouth and you tug on his brown curls, your walls fluttering around his cock. The endorphins that rushed over you were incredible as Eddie's mouth sunk into you. His thrusts became ragged, your other hand running down his back to squeeze his ass and encourage him to keep going. "Fuck Eddie! Oh god I'm gonna cum again!"
He pulls his mouth from you, lapping gently at the punctures he left behind. "Fuck yes, baby. I want to feel you cum around me." He pulls his hand from your hair to grab your hip and angle your body against him, helping him keep pressure on your sweet spot.
He has you screaming for him and in a few more rough thrusts, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washes over you. You pull him in for a deep kiss as you ride out your climax, sucking on his tongue and tasting the barest hint of your blood. Before long Eddie moans deeply into your mouth, his own release spilling forward as he shoots his load into you. He continues to thrust until your orgasms pass, finally stilling in you when your walls let up the pressure.
Eddie's head falls against your chest as he manages to keep from crushing you under his weight. "Still with me, sweetheart?" He asks, a hand coming up to touch your cheek.
Sliding your hands up his back, one following his arm to rest over the hand on your cheek as you pant. "Still here," you look down at him and smile. Blood gently trickles from where he bit you.
Eddie licks over the punctures again, another satisfied groan leaving his mouth before using your sheets to apply a little pressure over them. "I think you're gonna need new sheets, Princess," he laughs, taking note of the small blood stain that had pooled beneath your neck.
"Mmm, I guess bloody sheets aren't a very good look," you smile at him, eyes half lidded in exhaustion. Eddie usually wore you out, but the slight blood loss exasperated it. "What do we do now?"
"Now," he pulls his softening cock from you with a small grunt and lays beside you, "we nap."
"No you dork, I mean, how do we tell our friends you're not dead anymore? Henderson's gonna flip," you gently bat at his shoulder, ushering a laugh from Eddie. His face is noticeably flushed, his soft lips that familiar pink again. An added benefit of the blood you assume, he looks a little more human after he's fed.
"I don't know," Eddie checks your neck, satisfied to see the punctures had finally clotted. "Right now all I want to think about is right here in this bed." He traces his thumb over your lips before presses his into them, joining his forehead against yours.
You sigh and wrap your arms around him, his body feels warmer now, but still provides a welcome chill in contrast with the sweltering heat from outside. "I love you, Eddie."
He smiles, planting another sweet kiss to your lips, "I love you too, baby."
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• AS YOU WISH •
pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; vampire related violence & gore, trigger warning - possible hints of s-h; how does miss britney say it? toxic, anxiety, heavy make out sesh, lack of proof reading, etc.
word count: ~2.5k
stories of eddie munson series • season two •
note: my apologies for the wait my loves! we love a depressive episode + getting sick. the creative juices struggle to flow, but ii hope this does the trick. thank you so much for your patience 💗
Your hand grips tightly onto his wrist, dragging him towards the other room. Kas, however, has other plans. Despite your strength, he effortlessly pulls your fingers off of him. His smile filling his face. “Hold on, little one,” he says playfully. You turn towards him in confusion and shock. Your heart racing in your chest. Anger bubbling within you. Betrayal - there’s nothing worse than betrayal.
“I still need breakfast,” he says as he licks his lips. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning his shoulder against the wall. Just like that, you are reminded that the person before you is not only someone you do not trust, but is someone you have barely met. The looks may fool you, but the man before you is not at all safe.
You let out a calm breath as your body and muscles instinctually tighten. Abruptly, your mind chooses flight and rushes you towards a window. Kas laughs as he races behind you. His hands atop your waist before your fingers even reach the latch. He pulls you back against him as tears fall from your eyes. “Please don’t do it again,” you beg through your sobbing. Fear shooting throughout your head, painful messages to run away as fast as you can.
“It doesn’t hurt that bad, darlin’,” he whispers. His hand brushing your hair back behind your shoulder, exposing your neck once more. You push against his grasp once more, only to be met with his standing force. With a lack of effort, you mutter, “Please, you don’t have to do this.” A smile hasn’t left Kas’ face since you ran. He gently leans his head down into the crook of your neck. His lips press softly against your skin. You shudder at his touch. Your eyes water as you firmly close them shut.
Another kiss is pressed against your neck. You feel his cold breath against your skin. “You taste like honey,” he whispers against your ear. You swiftly lose your breath as your hand balls into a fist. “You’re delicious,” he murmurs as his hand slides up your stomach. Flashes of Eddie, the true Eddie, spring to your mind. He is the only one who touched you like this, will touch you like this.
Kas quickly spins you around. A gasp escapes you as you still quiver at his touch. Your eyes meeting his as his fingers dig into your waistline. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he says as he watches the fear spread across your face. “There’s no reason to be scared.” He pulls you close, close enough where your chin crashes against the top of his collar bone. His arms wrapped around your hips. His mouth once again hovering over your neck. His tongue slides up your skin. You try your best not to shake. You try your best to pretend it doesn’t leave butterflies in your stomach.
“Just a tiny bite,” he whispers playfully. “No,” you attempt to say sternly, only for it to come out as a tremble. “Just one,” he says as he kisses your skin once more. “No, Kas,” you reply. This time with more confidence to your voice. He pulls away at the sudden display of strength. His confused eyes upon you as you stare him down. “I said ‘no,’” you repeat calmly. His eyes rake over your face. A small glint of a smirk upon the right side of his mouth. “Yes, darlin’,” he says without missing a beat. “As you wish.”
Kas lets go of you, taking a step back. With his arms ripped from you, you catch your body reaching back out to him. A clear disconnect with your mind. “Okay,” you mutter with a shaky breath as you brush off your clothes. Brushing him off. “Are we ready to go now?” you ask, with an annoyed tone. “Yup,” he says playfully as he walks past you to the front door. He holds it open for you with a huge smile across his face. “Time to get me some breakfast.”
“What?” you ask incredulously. Kas laughs as he waves for you to walk through the threshold. “If you’re not going to give it up, then I’m going to have to find breakfast elsewhere,” he shares. “Not like I can find Henderson on an empty stomach, common now.” Those shudders began again. Finally, your body remembers the danger before it.
“Don’t be jealous, little bird,” he softly says as he walks towards you. His fingers deep into your hair as his palm caresses your cheek. “You’ll be begging for me to bite you sooner or later,” he whispers. His hand quickly travels from the side of your head and squeezes your cheeks at your chin. He plants a rather bland kiss against your cheek, yelling “mwuah” as he floats back towards the door.
You stand in shock. You hate each reminder thrown your way that Eddie is gone. Every time you look at the hollowed being before you and recognize that the chocolate eyes looking back at your are dead. You missed Eddie. You missed him more than anything in your life. He was everything to you. But now he’s gone. And you don’t even have the luxury of having that being consistent. No, you just have a demon inhabiting his body - reminding you each day that the happiness you once had will never return. “Let’s go, princess,” Kas whines. “I’m hungry.” You follow his lead through the doorway.
Kas waltzes ahead, his movements ethereal. His excitement spreads in each of his steps. His curly hair bouncing as he skips over the blackened veins. He points to each as he walks over them. You note how cautious he is. How careful he is that you do not step on these disgusting vines. Tempting, maybe a way out. Something to distract with. But his smile… shit, his smile keeps drawing your attention. How could it have gotten cuter? The pointed canines act as a cherry on the cake. You shake your head, pushing the thought away.
“Darlin’,” he starts as he points over to the right. You follow him in confusion. Your eyes widen in horror as you see a trench glowing bright orange. It’s depth unfathomable. It rests on your old park playground. You watch in horror as half of the monkey bars are melted off. The seasaw no longer in its place. You would imagine it would be deep in the heat by now. Another memory destroyed before your very eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Kas asks as his face comes into view. His brows pull together, almost as though he is concerned. It’s confusing to say the least. “Why did you show me this?” you ask, on the verge of tears. “Isn’t it cool?” he asks. His excitement pulling his attention. “It looks like it goes all the way to the earth’s core.” His eyes grow wide as he walks closer to the ripped ground. “There’s gotta be lava and shit. I can feel the heat from here,” he whispers as he puts his hands out to warm them up.
“Reminds me of Mr. Burnham’s class,” he says with a chuckle. His words catch your attention as you hold your breath. “He always said there’d be a layer of fire underneath our feet,” he mutters. One side of his smile pulls, as he turns back to you. “I always used to get so high before his class,” he chuckles out. “Made science way more interesting.” You watch him, careful in your next few words. The back and forth between remembering and not is difficult to follow, let alone a minefield seeing as he continues to become upset by it.
“I used to have a science teacher named Mr. Burnham too,” you say softly as you walk up beside him. His mouth returns to flat line with brows pulled together as he processes your words. You decide to peer over the ledge, instinctually grabbing his hand. You feel his eyes on you like daggers as you pull away, raising your hands defensively. Slowly, the smile re-emerges. A weight lifts off your chest. “Must be a common name,” he whispers back with a sigh.
Kas grabs hold of your wrist, running you over across the desolate street. Only a few vines to skip over this time. You see flecks in the dense air. Your mind worries if you should be breathing this in. However, that should probably be the last thing on your mind. Before you knew it, you were in front of the classic Alberta’s diner. A ‘50’s diner where most of your popular schoolmates went. The new arcade was more your style.
However, you could barely recognize it. It’s clean, chipper walls now black, green, and white. The vines entangled it from head to toe. Mold seeping out from each one of Vecna’s veins. You watch as the black roots pour over the high top tables. How they flow into the kitchen, holding the doors permanently open. You wouldn’t dare take a step forward. Not a clear path in site.
“You coming,” Kas says, hoping over a vine and holding his hand out to you. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” You swallow as you slowly place your foot on the other end of the blackened death root. His bottom lip pouts looking at his hand still held out. You are too focused on not stepping on them that you didn’t happen to notice. You begin to sweat, I really cautious in where your foot lands, what your shin may brush against. The pressure building your chest burns with anxiety. Something you could have looked to Eddie for help with. Not anymore.
Kas carefully guides you back to the kitchen. Oddly, the stove and surrounding has been cleared of the darkness. It stands out amongst all the black. A perfectly cleaned stove top. Conveniently unusual. He watches your confused expression as you try to make sense of the scene before you. “I cleared it out,” he laughs. “Man’s gotta eat,” he says as he pats his stomach. He then grabs a bag of some mixture and shakes it your way. “Pancakes. Did you want some?” he asks innocently.
“You eat pancakes?” you ask in disbelief. Kas smiles, his sharpened teeth poking out just below his upper lip. “Hell yeah,” he answers with a bit of a chuckle. "Love 'em." He begins to pour the mixture into a bowl. He digs into his pocket and pulls out two eggs. He smiles once more, then kisses one of the eggs as he laughs your way. "If you eat pancakes, why were you trying to drink my blood?" you ask with hands to your hips. You cannot, will not forget the fear you felt this morning. The fear he made you feel from the face of a man whom you loved before. Unforgivable.
Kas laughs once more as he begins to mix the bowl. "Have you ever heard of a joke?" he says carelessly. His smile can only take him so far. You feel your heart sink as you try your best to keep your bottom lip from trembling. Instead, you fall against the kitchen wall. You grab hold of the side of a table as your head drops forward in dismay. "You alright?" he says with concern as he places the mixing bowl down. You nod with tears in your eyes. Thankful that your hair is covering your face.
"I'm alright," you whisper in response. Kas' brows pull together in distrust. However, he returns to mixing the bowl nonetheless. He pours them over the heated stove. "These first two are for you, darlin'," he says under his breath. You turn to look at him. Suddenly, a pain in your stomach at the smell of the cakes cooking. He turns behind him to open a cabinet and grab chocolate chips. He places his hand within the bag, only retrieving a handful before gently dropping them onto the pancakes.
He flips the little cakes as you stand, glaring at the floor. "I'm sorry," he says softly. His eyes still on the stove, not daring to move. You turn to him, unsure if you heard his words correctly. "When I saw you, I didn't know what to think. I just wanted you, all of you," he continues. "You were the first real person I have ever seen. You were - are beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Your eyes raise towards him. The sweet face returns. Those innocent, brown, chocolate eyes that you loved so much. The brunette curls that round his perfect face. You remembered him - your Eddie, your beautiful Eddie, in that moment. Maybe he wasn't gone. Maybe there was hope.
You let out a soft breath as your mind continues to reel. "Kas," you call out. Kas' eyes flick towards you. You take a slow step forward as your hand trails against the counter beside the stove. Finally, your eyes reach his. Your heart skips a beat, as you convince yourself that Eddie is here. That the man before you is Eddie. Your hand slowly raises to his cheek. The sensation clearly unfamiliar to him as he initially pulls from your palm but slowly leans into it.
"You don't know how good you were," you whisper as your thumb gently rubs against his cheek. His confusion rests within the furrow of his brows. "You were gentle, beautiful, kind, extraordinary," you say as you stare deep into his eyes. "I loved you before I even knew your name." You let out another breath as you bite your lip. Slowly, you lean into him, landing your lips against his perfect mouth.
Your eyes close as you feel the softest lips, the lips you have known so well. His hands reach your waist, pulling you closer. They quickly explore your back, digging into the skin of your shoulder blades. Before you knew it, your arms were around his neck - refusing to let him go from this kiss. A kiss you never intend to end. A kiss you would not dare stop because, fuck, you do not want to lose him again. A kiss so familiar, yet so different. It may be Eddie, but this being before you is also Kas. A confusing jumble of the two.
Kas presses his tongue against your lips. You part your lips as you pull him further in. You cannot help the moan that leaves your body as he grips deeper against your body. The fire between you two burning deep, no matter the fact that you have both just met. An underlying fact beneath the pain, fear, and turmoil you have endured since finding stepping into the hollowed shell of your hometown.
He quickly drops his hands past your ass and against the backs of your thighs. With a swift movement, he pulls your legs up and places you harshly against the counter. His hands flood into your hair as you bite into his kiss. His own teeth biting against your lip, leaving subtle hints of blood and enjoyable pain within the embrace. You moan once more, leading to him growling against your mouth. In this moment, you would give him anything - everything. Just to have a single moment with Eddie Munson again.
What you did not intend was jus that. Kas wanted everything, and he would not settle for anything less.
note: ruh-row. what's going to happen next...
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I did a DTIYS for hi.waito on insta :3
Vamp Eddie makes my brain go brr
#eddie munson#vampire eddie munson#vamp eddie#kas eddie munson#stranger things fanart#st s4#steddie implied#eddie munson fanart#stranger things
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Some Demogorgon Steve and bat Eddie! Got some time between classes and work to doodle some more.
#sarcasm friend#fanart#steddie#eddie steve#eddie stranger things#steve harrington#gay ship#steve stranger things#demosteve#demogorgon#Demogorgon steve#bat eddie munson#vamp eddie#vampire eddie munson
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@ghost-proofbaby has given me some things to think about ..... Again
#coming soon#vamp eddie#vamp steve#vamp Rob#witch r#johnny b witch#god ...... reincarnation anyone?????#former witch chrissy turned vamp
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I did a DTIYS for hi.waito on insta I wanted to post here
Vamp Eddie make my brain go brr
#eddie munson#stranger things#st s4#stranger things fanart#eddie munson fanart#steddie implied#vamp eddie#kas eddie munson#vampire eddie munson
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idk what this is. i just wanted to draw vampire eddie with cute teeth. also testing a new style. more simpleshading and less details >>
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This is amazing
rockstar eddie gets invited to the met gala and brings that one guy with him
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Cheeky little bastard...
(The missing scene can be read on my Patreon 🔞✨)
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• STORIES OF EDDIE MUNSON •
SEASON TWO
pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her, 18+) reader
media: stranger things
series summary: emptiness, hopelessness, that's all she has to go on now - but that won't stop her from finding him.
• season two of the stories of eddie munson series •
inspired: to write more to this series again due to @steveshairychest post; frankly their latest posts have left me really pondering some unspoken stranger things concepts, def recommend a follow
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; canon divergence, series spoilers ahead, slow burn city, mention of dwugs, internal dialogue/processing, occasional use of y/n, sexual tension, complex feelings, switching povs; rough, kinky, and dirty vamp sexy time, handjobs (m&reader receiving), oral (m&reader receiving), p in v (rough), smut or porn - you choose...
mental health warnings: grief, violence, cannon gore, blood, anxiety, depression, suicidal ideation (2-3 parts), drugs, briefly mentioned child abuse, hostage/killer dynamics, lack of coping skills, hints of s-h, toxic pairing, (sexual) regret, near death situations, trauma bonding and responses, etc.
parts.
• part one • where is he? •
• part two • the devil of hellfire •
• part three • as you wish •
• part four • return of the boy •
• part five • i’ll make it quick •
• part six • as the world burns •
• part seven • feeling everything •
• part eight • stay a while •
• part nine • the spider queen •
• finale • coming soon
lets count together, one, two…
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i saw a thirst trap of carlisle cullen last night and i immediately thought about a steddie twilight au but where eddie falls for steve, the patriarch of that weird-ass foster family that just moved to town at the start of eddie's third go at senior year (he moved to hawkins to stay with his uncle and try this last time to graduate after people in his home town keep only thinking of his now convict dad whenever they see eddie. maybe now he can actually graduate without all the teachers holding a grudge).
steve, or Dr. Harrington to the folks of Hawkins, who studied medicine to help people after he was attacked in his early 20s by an actual vampire his father was trying to hunt down after it killed steve's mother
steve, who forced himself to feed on animals, to not take a single breath when he went to his best friend robin's home after being changed to tell her goodbye
steve, who winds up changing robin too (accidentally biting her? he comes back not a year later and robin's sick? idk)
steve, who just kept collecting kids by accident when he'd find them on the brink of death, all throughout his long life.
steve and robin, who are now professionals at pretending to be married (and have been officially platonically married loads of times at this point).
eddie, who skids his car roughly into chrissy cunningham's in the school parking lot after they've just come back from winter break and they both end up bonding over the ride in the ambulance/long wait in the hospital
chrissy, who immediately clocks eddie's reaction to Dr. Harrington as soon as he walks in the room and relentlessly (lovingly) torments him about it from then on.
something something eddie falls for steve the otherworldly being and steve who falls just as hard for this entirely breakable human
classic miscommunications about "He's married!", "He's still totally into you though.." and "Oh my god he thinks I'm married...That's why he's not flirting back!", "And why did it take you so long to realize this?"
dr. harrington's meddling kids (who somehow look just like steve even though they're fosters??? ("They're vampires Chris, they've got to be.")) trying to push eddie on their 'dad' and eddie's 'robin' chrissy on their robin...
idk idk i just can't help but think about a twilight au now lmao
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The point is, Steve can’t hear.
A person can get hit in the head only so many times before it takes effect and does permanent damage. Steve’s incessant claims that being in the front row when the fight breaks down does nothing to him, that he’s safe and alright as long as everyone else is, mean very little in the face of cold, evident facts.
His hearing isn’t intact. It takes him a while to adjust to this reality, but with the help of his friends, he eventually does. Thanks to Nancy’s fierce bullying of the government guys who come to Hawkins to assess the situation and cook up some half-assed excuse for everything that’s happened, Steve now has a small army of well-paid doctors that really seem to be eager to help. He also gets state-of-the-art hearing aids that, well—they work, but Steve’s range of possibilities is still quite narrow. Let a few people into the room, let them speak simultaneously and all he can hear is static, rustles and crackling.
But he’s pliant. He listens when Robin tells him they have to get in the car and hit the road to get to his appointment on time. He lets her help with inserting the aids properly on the days he’s just too impatient and too bugged about how they feel and look to even care if they help him hear. He’s not dismissing her enthusiasm when she starts learning sign language before he even gets a chance to discuss it as his option.
He’s doing a lot of things for her, even if they’re supposed to be important to him first. To be honest, these days it’s mostly doing things for Robin that keeps him going. He would have gone completely numb ages ago if it weren’t for her and her unique ways of picking up the severed pieces whenever he crumbles.
He’s also doing it for Dustin. If Robin is his twin sister, Dustin is the little brother he’s never had. And Dustin… It’s just been too rough on him. It’s been rough on everyone; how could it not be if the only thing they seem to be able to do is wait? Wait for the lab guys to figure out a way to end this. Wait for the panic to cease. Wait for Max to wake up.
Wait for the grief to pass.
They wait and wait, but it never stops—on the contrary, it brings fresh, equally unwanted feelings. They’re always there, lurking behind the corner like a kitten that wants to launch itself at an unsuspecting owner – only with them, there won’t be any playtime involved. Steve recognizes this feeling. It’s the same feeling he’d had in that Winnebago when he was dropping off Max, Lucas and Erica at Creel’s doorstep. An awful anticipation of doom waiting to happen.
He doesn’t like it. He’d like to find a way to do something about it, but he can’t seem to get to the core of it.
Maybe that’s why he thinks he’s hearing things when he really can’t be hearing them.
At first, Steve writes it off as him being paranoid. It happens only when he’s home by himself, so it’s the only logical explanation – he takes off his aids, he gets too attentive about his surroundings, right? He thinks he hears something, but it’s only his tired mind playing tricks on him.
Especially because what he hears are mostly usual, non threatening things. The sound of water running in the bathroom (he goes inside, everything is dry and quiet). The sound of kitchen drawers being opened (he goes to the kitchen, the cabinets are exactly the way he left them). The sound of cutlery being dropped on the floor (but he hasn’t even taken anything out in the first place).
He even gets used to it. Things happen, his brain is weird. It’s confusing, sure, but hasn’t he seen worse things? He definitely has.
But it doesn’t keep him away from sleeping with his bat perched on the side of the bed. If he sleeps at all, if a sudden sound of breaking glass doesn’t keep him awake until his morning shift with Robin, when he can finally leave this goddamn house and take his mind off of things.
Steve tries to ignore it. He really tries, but the point is—Steve can’t hear things like running water in the bathroom when his aids are off. Hell, he only makes it out if he focuses on it when they’re in, so why the heck can he hear it so well? Why are the sounds multiplying?
It goes on for weeks. He avoids the topic for as long as possible, trying to shoo away the obvious similarities between his house and the house that made him hate spiders and cringe at fireplaces not too long ago.
It gets a little too real on just some random Tuesday, when his kitchen positively explodes with sounds the second he gets the hearing aids off. Cabinet doors slam left and right, mugs fall to the floor and shatter, forks and spoons seem to be getting thrown around like ragdolls—but Steve sees nothing. He hears it, he hears it so loudly it hurts, the cacophony of noises he’s never even heard before, but his eyes register no proof of it. He curls down on the floor, expecting sharp glass pieces to cut his skin, but nothing happens. Nothing’s here.
He still covers his head, tucked away in the furthest corner of the kitchen, waiting for it to just stop, to leave him alone—
Steve doesn’t know how long it takes, but when it’s finally done, his knees are shaky and his breathing is ragged. He snatches his aids and takes off, straight to Robin’s house. He doesn’t even lock the door, a thing his parents would kill him for if they knew.
It’s the first time he explains everything to her. It would be hard not to, because she sees right through him. His panicked, restless eyes are enough indication of things not being right.
“Maybe, uh—I think I’ve read something about hearing loss and auditory hallucinations? That they happen, sometimes, especially if the loss of hearing is sudden?” she says, already flipping through her notebook where she keeps all Steve-related stuff and pacing around the room with enough force to make a hole in the carpet.
Steve’s not convinced. “It seems pretty real to me,” he mumbles and frowns. “But that’s the point of it, right?”
Robin shrugs. He notices that she has a small set of wrinkles around her eyes. Steve looks at them for a second in total disbelief. They already have some worry wrinkles, and they’re not even well into their twenties.
He’s gonna lose all his precious hair in a span of months if this doesn’t stop.
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They decide to bring it up during his next appointment, still hoping that it’ll maybe go away on its own. Robin tries to make him get a consult straight away (what if it is rabies after all, Steve, like a really really really weird, belated presentation of rabies?), but he waves it off. The option of hallucinations doesn’t soothe his nerves, but as long as it’s not a chiming clock, he can avoid confronting it for a while longer.
It doesn’t go away, though. Steve can’t quite pinpoint it, but it almost feels like—well, it obviously doesn’t feel like it’s real enough to be real. But there’s something that accompanies the sounds, the lack of evidence, the missing of this ominous feeling that Creel’s house inflicted on him.
The sounds—it feels like they bear a presence. Steve’s still scared and gets spooked by them whenever they happen, but he’s no longer truly afraid of them.
Some of them are even comforting. The sound of his pillow being fluffed up before he gets to bed, the sound of pen scratching on paper whenever he leaves his journal open on the desk, the whooshing sound of a lighter being opened and closed – they all make this eerie place his parents have left him a little less empty.
He rarely lets himself think about it that way. He may be a little kooky, but admitting that he’s lonely enough to find hallucinations comforting would be way too much to handle at the moment.
So Steve can’t hear, but he learns to accept the fact that, apparently, sometimes he can. He doesn’t know how it works—to be quite honest he doesn’t know a lot about experiencing hearing loss at all, despite now being hard of hearing himself—but it just makes its place in his life.
He thinks about it a lot, but he tries not to overthink it too hard. It just happens. Things fall to the floor in his house, curtains get torn, the fridge gets opened frequently. He just can’t see it. His mind hears it, but his eyes don’t get the memo. He lives for longer than a week. It’s probably a good sign; nothing’s going to make his bones snap in two now, probably. Hopefully.
Things change suddenly.
Steve tries to spend as much time with Dustin as possible. Between work, his appointments and Robin, Dustin, Max and the kids are his top priority. He doesn’t think he would be able to function if he let himself take a breath and step down from his piled up responsibilities that he chose to take on himself. They keep him together. They keep him going.
Besides, Mrs. Henderson gets really worried. Sometimes it’s just better for Dustin to stay with Steve, and Steve is more than happy to be with him, even though it seems that Dustin doesn’t really like his cold house either.
It’s one of Dustin’s quiet days. He gets them, sometimes—Steve knows that trying to get him to talk on one of those days is a lost cause, and his ears are killing him. He was in such a hurry this morning he didn’t take the time to put the aids in properly. Work was overflowing with people, too, so now his temples are throbbing from trying to pick up the chatter from the static. Seriously, how is it possible that people still spend so much time watching movies in the face of almost-apocalypse, Steve doesn’t know.
“Would you mind if I took my aids off for a while?”
“Go ahead,” Dustin mumbles, bending over his new book.
Something flips inside Steve’s chest. He knows it’s not supposed to be like that, it’s unlike Dustin to be so… not himself. But what can Steve do? He can’t make him talk. He can just wait, nothing else.
He gets up to leave his aids on the counter and pour himself some coffee. He should probably start making dinner soon, but he decides to take a few peaceful sips first.
It’s weird. To sit with Dustin Henderson, of all people, without a single word. Steve glances at him every once and again, but Dustin either ignores him or genuinely forgets that he’s there.
Steve’s so deep in his thoughts about Dustin, he doesn’t even look to the side when a sudden sound of kitchen chair toppling over cuts through the silence. His eyes are trained on the kid.
Who flinches. And frowns. Steve can swear that he fights the urge to look around.
Each and every chair Steve keeps in the kitchen is standing where he placed them in the morning after breakfast. Nothing real has happened. But Steve heard it. And, apparently, Dustin did too.
Steve’s brain is working overtime for the rest of the evening, and he desperately tries not to show any of it. He’s jumping into conclusions. It was an accident; dumb luck. It’s nothing. He’s working himself up, nonsensically.
But it doesn’t feel like it’s nothing. It was only one chair, one sound, but the feeling that accompanied it was strong. Too strong to be nothing.
He waits to drop Dustin off at home like he’s on pins and needles, fumbling with his fingers and keys and pacing around. Maybe it’s better that it’s one of Dustin’s quiet days, he mostly gets away with it, getting only a few side glances.
When gets back home, it’s late, but he’s buzzing with anticipation nonetheless. He can finally do something. He discards his aids haphazardly, not nearly as carefully as he should, and starts running around the house. The house his parents built is huge—but the kitchen turns out to be quite small when he’s finally done with arraying at least a dozen lamps there. He has to raid three of his father's garages to get enough extension cords.
When he turns them on all at once, he has to take a step back and shut his eyes, because it’s too much light.
Just the right thing he needs.
His heart is beating so fast he can almost feel it ramming against his ribs. That’s about how far he’d thought this plan through.
“Come on,” he says and clears his throat, trying to gauge how his voice may really sound now. He repeats himself, hoping that it’s louder this time.
Nothing happens for a while, but he knows he’s close. The feeling is here. The presence that hasn’t left him in months. It’s here.
Steve walks around the kitchen, moves the lamps a little, shakes some of them. His hands are clammy and it feels like he’s chewed through his cheek at this point, but he can wait. He’s waited for a long time. He can wait a while longer.
When the microwave beeps, he stops breathing for a second.
Until it beeps again. And again.
“Oh god,” he breathes. He doesn’t know if he speaks clearly or not, he doesn’t even care. “Come on, show me that it’s you. Come on, come on—”
The lamp furthest to the left starts blinking, slowly at first. Then the one next to it, then another one, and another one, like someone’s walking around and making them flicker one by one.
They’re blinking so much one of the bulbs goes out. Steve doesn’t hear it hiss, so he knows it went out here, now. He knows it’s real.
“Oh god,” his hand goes to his mouth. His eyes are weirdly itchy. “Oh god, is it really you, Eddie?”
The lamp directly in front of Steve goes wild. When he reaches out, it’s almost like he can touch the presence that’s here with him.
And it’s Eddie. Eddie’s here with him.
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Blood Sport
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: No matter how fast you run or how good you hide, Eddie will always find you and claim you as his prize.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kas/vamp!eddie, reader being hunted, cnc, eddie calling reader bunny, pet names, name calling, blood, blood consumption, lord of biting, teasing, begging, mocking, spanking, face and pussy slapping, oral (f and m receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering, panties used as gag, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie
WC: 5.5K
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Your bare feet mushed into the muddy ground below you, adrenaline shooting through you and taking full control of your body. You had no clue where you were going, just anywhere to get away from him.
He had whispered the word run in your ears, and you took off and never looked back like your life had depended on it. Soon enough, he’ll be after you, tracking you like some wild animal.
The forest may have been huge, but at this moment, it’s never felt so small. There weren't many places to hide, trees only covering you so much, and no sheds to bunker down in. He would find you eventually, taking you as his prize. Even during the thick night air, he could still see your form running from him. The hunt of it all was the best part, the anticipation of when you would get caught made you run a little slower.
Eddie gave you a head start, even though he always seemed to catch up no matter how far ahead of him you were. You could be seconds or minutes away, and before you knew it, it would be right behind you, taunting you.
You could hear him now, his heavy boots stomping closer and closer to you.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, bunny.” His voice dripped with lust and need. The deepness of his voice had goosebumps forming over your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. If he caught you, the game would be over. You’d be his prize, and he would take you however he wanted, wherever he wanted. “You can’t hide forever, not when I can smell you.”
And he was right. You were sweaty, sure to have blood scratches from thorn bushes, and soaked from the muggy air. He could smell you no matter how far you got. Your scent always lingered, keeping you close.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and your lungs burned from running, but you couldn’t stop now. Just a little longer, and you could rest, let your body relax for just a moment.
“Why don’t you be nice and come out to play?” You hid behind a tree, hoping to be out of his view completely.
You held a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress how noisy your deep breaths of air were.
The fallen branches from trees crunched under his feet; the moon illuminated his giant shadow. Eddie was close, but you had the chance to get away, to slip out from underneath him.
He came face to face with you, his eyes red and his fangs shining in the moonlight. “Gotcha!”
You took off running, slipping on the wet ground below you. He had caught you too soon, but you still had a lot of fight left in you.
“Get back here, bunny!” Eddie’s voice boomed over the window and night animals. You almost stopped dead in your tracks, but you couldn’t give up that easily.
You ducked behind a bush, looking through the twigs to try and see how close he was to you. Now that you got to rest for a quick minute is when you realize just how much your feet and legs hurt. Your breaths were coming out in fast pants. Maybe you didn’t have as much fight as you thought you did.
Eddie was nowhere in your line of sight, and you thought that maybe he had taken off in another direction. That was until you felt a hot breath fan over your ear and a deep chuckle.
“You think you can get away from me that easily?” His big arms wrapped around you, pulling you off from the ground. You wailed, threw punches against his chest, anything to get away though the punches did nothing, didn’t stir him one bit.
He covered your mouth and slammed the front of you against a tree, the bark pinching and scraping at your face. “Naughty little thing, running from me like that.”
“P-please…” you looked to the side at him, your voice muffled, your eyes big, round, and full of innocence. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Eddie runs the tip of his nose up the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent more. “Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I can smell just how soaked you really are.” He bunches your dress around your waist, his cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin of your thighs, and pulls your flimsy panties to the side. The crisp night air hits your exposed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. “Bet my cock would slide so easily into your pretty, little cunt, yeah?”
Your blood was coursing through your veins, and Eddie could hear it. He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, debating on taking a bite. One small bite couldn’t hurt, could it?
Without a second thought, Eddie sunk his teeth into your neck. He sucked, just enough to get the smallest test of your sweet, crimson blood. Another small bite here, another small bite there, nothing too serious to hurt you. He let out a long, low groan that vibrated his chest.
Your blood trickled down your neck as you moaned and whimpered. This shouldn’t be feeling as good as it did. Eddie licked up the small amount of blood, making sure to get every last drop, his tongue pressed against your skin. The pain mixed with pleasure made your cunt drip, your thighs becoming stickier than before.
That didn’t go unnoticed either, Eddie catching on quickly. One of his thick fingers dipped inside your cunt before quickly slipping out. “Just as I thought, you love the pain.”
When you looked at him, you noticed his stained teeth and lips, your blood dripping from them, making them all shiny.
You whined and closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than him. Eddie was giving in to what your body needed, what it craved. Your body was betraying you. This isn’t what you wanted, or was it? The smallest touch of his fingers had your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled and pumped full of cum.
“Oh, so you wanna be full of cum?” Eddie’s nails raked up and down your thigh, taking his finger and barely rubbing against your swollen clit.
You gasped, digging your fingers into the tree you were pushed up against. “N-no. I just…”
“N-No? You sound so pathetic, bunny.” He mocked your whines with a smirk. “Just say you do. There’s no denying just how bad you want me when your cunt is dripping for me.”
You tried to shake your head, but he pressed it more into the tree. “Let me go, please.” Tears welled in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks. “I won’t tell a soul.”
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. You know that just makes me wanna fuck you more,” Eddie pressed his body into yours, his hard, clothed cock against your bare ass. You could feel it throb against you, your body instinctively grinding against him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, and you’re going to take it all.”
Shaking your head, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Eddie had super strength; you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck, and you had to give in and let him do whatever was on his dark mind.
“Yes, sir.” Your voice was weak, strained.
You watched as he retracted his large hand before coming back down with a hard spank on your ass. Your skin jiggled, your mouth falling agape. “Speak up.”
“Y-yes! Yes, sir.”
“Shit, you’re already following rules so easily.” Eddie finally let up, pulling your body away from the tree. He spun you around so that now you were facing his tall form. “On your knees, pretty girl.”
He didn’t give you time to act, putting his hand on the top of your head and pushing you down. You quickly fell to your knees, the leaves crunching under them.
With shaky hands, you reached up for his belt, slowly undoing it. Eddie watched you with his dark eyes. Seeing how nervous you were only made him harder, his cock twitching in his jeans.
You ran your hand over the prominent bulge, dragging your nails across it. Eddie took a deep inhale, his chest heaving. It was taking everything out of him not to rush you, but he wanted to take his time with you and let it all linger.
Your hands worked on the zipper and button next. The pounding in your heart was harder, faster. His cock was so close to being down your throat, and your mouth watered for it.
Slowly, you pulled down his pants, taking his boxers with them, just enough for his cock and balls to hang out. His cock sprang forward, tip an angry red and leaking with precum. You watched as he spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock. The precum kept bubbling out his slit, dribbling down his knuckles as he pumped his cock with his hand, the schlick sound becoming louder.
You couldn’t help but lick your lips.
Eddie grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along your lips, smearing the precum. “You take too fucking long.” He nudged his cock past your lips, rubbing it along your waiting tongue.
You whined as he shoved his cock in your mouth, your tongue gliding along the thick vein that rested on the underside. The salty taste of his precum flooded your taste buds.
“Shh, shh,” he ran a soothing thumb down your cheek before holding your head in place. “You just sit there and look pretty while I fuck your face, okay?”
Before you knew it, his cock was fully seated in your throat, and you were gagging around it, spit blubbering out the corners of your mouth. More tears spilled down your cheeks, coating them in smeared mascara.
“Fuuuck- such a good mouth, just had to put it to use.” Eddie slowly thrust his hips back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the tip gliding across your tongue. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like my own personal fleshlight?”
You tried to answer, opening your mouth wider, but all that came out were whines and gags. Tears kept falling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek. Eddie’s cock was making your throat raw, and you could already feel the burn that would surely linger there for days to come. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was already a bruise forming.
“What was that?” He guided your head down his cock, your nose now pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of his cock and his balls wetly pressed against your chin. “Shit- Couldn’t hear you with my cock stuffed down your throat.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he held you in place, letting his cock drag in and out of your mouth. Your gags and the soft squelch of your throat contracting around him echoed into the night. Nothing would ever feel as good as your pussy, but this was a close second for him.
Your nails dug into his clothed thigh, inaudibly begging for some air. When Eddie pulled your mouth off his cock, salvia strung from your lips to the tip, mixing perfectly with his precum.
Eddie ran a hand down your cheeks, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. You looked so pretty when you cried for him, whether it was from all his teasing or his cock being shoved into one of your holes. He loved to see you cry for him.
Deep breaths filled your lungs, and you sighed at the bit of relief you felt. The relief didn’t last long, though. Eddie was guiding your face toward his cum filled balls, dragging them over your lips.
“Open up for me, baby. J-just like that.” Eddie had to brace a hand against the tree when you took the heavy sack into your warm mouth, rolling your wet tongue over the velvety skin. He could’ve cum right then and there. “You’re doing such a good job for me, yeah? Just a good little slut for me to use.”
You moaned around his balls in appreciation before sucking them into your mouth. Your tongue cradled them as you slobbered, your spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest.
Pulling back, you let his balls fall from your mouth long enough to spit on them. You reached up and cradled them in your hand for a moment, rolling them around your fingers before you sucked them back into your mouth. The whole time, your eyes never left Eddie’s. You wanted him to see you, watch you.
“Jesus Christ, look at you.” Eddie took his spit-covered cock in his hand, slowly stroking it over your face. He ground his hips against you, the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against your forehead, precum bubbling out of the slit and into your hair. “Gonna make me fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours, bunny.”
His balls fell deeper into your mouth, your throat gargling around them. That was the moment that he lost control.
Eddie pulled your head away and looked down at your swollen lips, tongue out, ready to catch every drop and tear-stained face. He squeezed at the tip of his cock before throwing his head back with a sharp inhale. Cum shot from the slit. His hips stuttered as his hand shook, “shit, shit!”
Your tongue caught what it could, not swallowing until Eddie could see what a good job you did. The rest hit your face, covering your chin and cheeks.
He slowly looked back down at you, a proud smile on his face. “Swallow. All of it.”
You downed every drop, making a show of it and licking your lips once you were done.
“Let’s clean you up.” Eddie collected what had fallen on your face with his rough fingers before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked them clean, making sure nothing went to waste.
“What do you say?”
“T-thank you, sir.” You shyly looked up at him. You’d do anything to please him.
He shoved his still-hard cock back into its confines before shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the ground beside you. You caught on to what he was wanting and laid down on his jacket, your legs bent at the knees.
“Don’t even have to tell you what I want anymore,” he lay on the ground, his face right next to your aching cunt. “She’s ready for anything, isn’t she?”
You felt Eddie slowly drug your panties down your legs. Once they were completely off, you closed your legs back, sitting up on your elbows. “Wait, wait.”
Eddie jumbled up your panties and reached an arm up to shove them in your mouth. “Sometimes you talk too damn much.” The same arm that shoved the panties in your mouth also shoved you back down to his jacket, forcing you still.
To take extra measure, he grabbed both of your wrists and held them in his rough, strong hand. He was making sure that you could get away or take your panties out of your mouth.
You had no protest at all because once your back hit the jacket, Eddie had your legs gripped tightly in his hands, the air from his lungs blowing against your swollen clit.
“Mmm- mmm,” you tried to moan, but the sounds were completely muffled by your panties.
“Just relax,” he bit at your thighs, switching back and forth between them. You could feel the blood trickle down to the ground below you, but not before Eddie was licking it up. He let the blood linger on his tongue, savoring just how good you tasted before swallowing it. “As much as I’d love to drain you dry, I’d much rather keep you alive, so I slowly drink from you.”
All you could do was whine and dig your fingers into the palm of your hands. He had barely touched you, and you were already silently begging for more. Every part of you ached for some kind of friction, a touch, a rub, anything at this point.
Eddie watched as you clenched around nothing, looking for him to touch you. He thought it was cute how much your body wanted him.
Just as you were about to beg (as much as you could with your panties in your mouth), Eddie licked a long strip up your cunt, from your needy hole to your clit. Your head fell back against his jacket as you let out a deep exhale.
“Can’t get enough of that taste,” again and again, he licked at your clit, just enough pressure to have you whining. “You want more, huh?”
God, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs how much you needed more.
“Oh, that’s right,” he kissed around your clit, smirking against you when you let out a frustrated huff. “You can’t talk.”
Deciding that you had enough teasing for now, Eddie finally wrapped his plump lips around your clit. A deep moan was pulled from you, and your eyes rolled back at the pleasure you were finally able to feel.
Your nails dig deeper into your hands the more he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing it, making you arch your back. The palms of your hands were sure to be bright red tomorrow. You wish you could moan louder, let him hear just how he was making you feel, but he knew. Your cunt was soaked, dripping on his jacket below. It was so easy for him to see how good you were feeling.
“Every part of you tastes so fucking amazing.” Lick, lick, lick. “Your cunt, your ass, your blood.” He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart, licking his lips when your slick strung between them.
Eddie dove back, licking all over your cunt, soaking his face in you. Your muffled moans grew louder with each lick and suck. Somehow, you were already close, and Eddie knew, could feel it in the throb of your clit. That only egged him on more.
He slid his tongue into your beckoning cunt, making sure to swirl it around. Your chest heaved, and the pounding in your heart felt harder. Eddie moaning against you didn’t help at all—the vibrations making your head spin in the best way.
Eddie's skilled tongue was making sure you were going to cum on his face, licking deeper than you ever thought possible and fucking in and out of you so fast that you you couldn’t focus on anything. His nose nudged at your clit and it was taking everything out of you not to rip your hands from his and pull on his hair.
Your thighs had started to shake, and he let your hands go. He used both hands to run up the back of the thighs before bending your knees into your chest, giving him more room to do whatever he wanted to your cunt.
Eddie dipped his tongue lower, circling it around your puckered hole. Your hole clenched around his tongue, wanting him to go deeper. You screamed around your panties as the tip of his tongue dipped inside you over and over again.
Shaky fingers raked through his hair before pulling, trying to get him as close to you as possible.
Eddie licked back and forth between your cunt and ass before he took your clit back into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. His eyes never left yours, even when your cunt was in your mouth. He wanted to see you come undone on his face.
One more hard suck at your clit was all it took before you were cumming all over his face. Your cries were muffled, your legs shaking in Eddie’s hand. You couldn’t focus on anything other than your orgasm running through your body, making each hair stand up and your back arch so far off the jacket below you that you could almost reach the night sky.
“Mmmmph!” Your hips ground against Eddie's face as you kept cumming, and he didn’t stop, even once you were finished. Your whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way.
Eddie groaned loudly against your cunt. The feeling of your cum against his tongue and face was enough to have his cock twitching in his pants, making a mess of them.
You ripped your panties from your mouth and threw them somewhere behind you, not caring where they ended up. “E-Eddie!”
He pulled away, the moon making your cum shine on his face. “Sound like an angel when you say my name.” His fingers circled your cunt, making you gasp. You were already so sensitive from one orgasm, but you knew he was just getting started. “Too bad you’re nothing but a needy slut.”
Eddie’s hand left your cunt, reaching up to the top of your dress, it now bunched around your belly and pulled it down enough so that your tits fell out. Your nipples immediately hardened, the cold air making them stiff.
“Look so good like this,” he slowly kissed up your body, making sure to bite every so often. Eddie stopped at your hips, biting at each one until he was sure they’d stung.
Once Eddie had kissed his way to your chest, he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue softly around it. His fingers squeezed and pulled at the other nipple, pulling the cutest whimpers from you.
You bit your lip when you felt his teeth dig into your nipple and pull on it before letting it go. “Feels so good.”
“Of course it does.” He forced your legs back open with his hand, sliding his fingers through your sticky pussy lips. You gasped, grabbing ahold of his wrist. “Awe, you wanna cum again?”
You nodded your head quickly, barely letting him finish his question. “Yes, I wanna cum as many times as you’ll let me.”
“How cute.” Slap! Your cunt stung, his rings catching against your clit, and you tried to close your legs, but Eddie was much stronger than you. Slap! “Beg for it.”
“Fucking- Eddie, please! I’ll do-
Slap! Slap! Slap! “I don’t wanna hear how you do anything I’ll say. Think of something better.”
More tears flowed down your cheek for another time tonight as you tried to think of the words to stay. You didn’t know what to say, you just knew you wanted to cum again, and you were getting impatient.
“Just- please! I’ll be such a good slut for you, and I promise to let you do whatever you want to me. Just let me cum again.”
“Now, was that so hard?” Eddie finally slid his fingers into your waiting cunt, and you immediately clenched around them.
“Thank you, thank you.” You spread your legs further, making it easier for him to slot himself back between them.
His fingers curled right against your g-spot, and you could already feel your second orgasm fast approaching. “You’re about to cum this quick?” Eddie tutted at you, curling his fingers over and over again. “Better hold it in.”
“I-I can't, I can't!” You shook your head, your toes already curling.
With a heavy hand, Eddie smacked each of your thighs, immediately causing them to burn in such a blissful way. “You can and you will.”
Eddie knew how badly you wanted to cum, and he also knew how to skillfully use his fingers to edge you and make you hold it in. You were sure that if you didn’t listen, the inevitable would happen, and you wouldn’t cum again.
“Now, are you gonna listen and hold it in? Or do I have to stop touching you all together?” His fingers slowed down as he waited for you to answer.
“I’ll hold it in!” You grit your teeth, trying to find a distraction while Eddie toys with your sopping-wet cunt.
You could hear how wet you were, your pussy squelching around Eddie’s fingers the more they pumped in and out of you. His pace was slow, making sure to drag at the pleasure, helping you hold your orgasm at bay as long as you could.
“Whose pussy is this, huh?” Eddie had moved so his whole body weight was pressed into you, his forehead resting against yours. “I wanna hear you fucking say it.”
“Y-yours.” Your voice was weak as you stumbled on the words, finding it hard to focus when his fingers felt so good.
“You’re gonna have to speak up, bunny.” He pulled his fingers out of your cunt long enough to slap your cunt again. You were sure that it was going to be bruised in the morning.
“Yours! It’s your fucking pussy, sir- oh my god!” You were so sensitive, so needy that you almost came right then and there.
Easily, his fingers slid back into you, your eyes rolling back. You clenched around them, your orgasm fast approaching again. “Eddie…”
As soon as he felt you were about to cum again, he pulled his fingers out. You watched as they dripped in your juices, hitting your thigh.
“Open up for me,” Eddie traced his wet fingers against your soft lips, waiting patiently. He dragged his fingers across your tongue, making you clean up the mess you made on them. “Don’t you taste so good?”
You wrapped your lips around his fingers, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around them. Your doe eyes looked up at him as they silently begged him to fill you up again with his fingers, giving you a chance to cum.
“How can I say no to those beautiful eyes?” Eddie’s fingers trailed down your body, tracing over your nipples before dipping lower and lower. They ghosted over your clit, rubbing just enough for you to feel something. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Yes- oh fuck.” He caught you off guard, sliding in three thick fingers and filling you up just like you wanted. Your cunt sucked in his fingers, tightening round them. “R-right there.”
The pads of his fingers rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “Right here?” Teasingly, he grazed his fingers over the spot again, and you couldn’t hang on any longer.
You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that this one was coming fast. There was no stopping it this time.
Your legs clamped around his arm as you heard yourself cum before you felt it. You gushed around his hand, soaking everything below you and Eddie in the process. You bit at your lip so hard you could taste blood. “Fuck- Eddie!”
His name left your mouth like a repeated prayer, his fingers not stopping until you felt your juices drip down the crack of your ass.
“Shit, look at the mess you made.” Eddie pulled his fingers from your overly sensitive cunt, watching as they dripped more than they did before. The sheen of your cum shined brightly in the moonlight.
You watched with bright eyes as he pulled out his cock and balls again, it still leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight before you.
One of Eddie’s hands ran up your body, stopping to tightly wrap his fingers around your neck. “You know you made me cum in my pants while I was eating you out?” His other hand grabbed the base of your cock, dragging in through your wet folds. “Now it’s my turn to cum and fill up your pussy just like you wanted.”
You whimpered at his words, reaching down to spread your pussy lips apart as the tip of his cock caught on your clit. “God, yes, I've been needing it so bad.”
“Is that so?” Eddie barely slid the tip in, but it was enough for the both of you to moan in unison. “Will never get over how tight your pussy is, bunny.”
The hand wrapped around your throat had you gasping for air, but you just smirked. “Please, fuck me.”
“You want to be filled with my cum that bad?” Eddie grabbed hold of your hip, lifting you off his jacket so you were resting in his lap. “Work for it.”
You couldn’t help but moan at his words as you slowly started to grind your hips against his. Your body weight was on your hands as you used them for leverage.
His cock moved slowly in and out of you, Eddie’s eyes never leaving where the two of you were connected. “Look how good you take my cock.”
Eddie helped you and guided your hips back and forth, his jeans roughly rubbing against your ass. “Can’t give everything to you easily, can I?”
Your head rolled back as you whined out for him. The slow drag of his cock was just enough to set your body on fire. “A-am I doing good for you, sir?”
“Doing so good, just keep doing that, sweetheart.” His hand tightened around your neck as you gasped for air, your hips still grinding against him. “Just taking what you want from me, aren’t you, slut?”
“F-fuck, uhuh!” The burning in your hips started, but that didn’t stop you. The squeeze of his hand around your neck and the throbbing of his cock inside of you egged you on. “Oh my god!”
“Pussy was made for my fucking cock.” Eddie spat on your cunt, his thumb rubbing it along your clit. “Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
His thumb kept rubbing at your clit as your cunt ground back and forth along his cock. You’d leave only the tip in before slamming down on the rest of his cock. The two of you groaned and moaned in unison, both close to cumming.
Your tits bounced with the grind of your hips, Eddie’s eyes transfixed on them as if you had him in some sort of spell.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” His eyes trailed up your neck, stopping to look and admire your face. Your lips were plump from all the biting, sweat beading on your forehead. “You look so good when you're fucked out, drunk on my cock.”
You couldn’t say anything, words completely leaving you. Your mind was complete mush, his cock the only thing on it. At this point, you’d say anything to him just to cum.
Eddie’s hand let go of your neck to slap your face, bringing you back to him. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?” His smirk is brighter than it has been before.
“Y-yes,” you ground your hips faster, chasing your release. “Your cock feels so good!”
Both of his hands pinned your hips back to the ground, pulling out. You whined but quickly shut up when he slammed back into your cunt. Your whines now turn into pleasurable screams.
“I can’t take it anymore.” His hips crash into yours at a bruising pace, his balls wetly hitting against your ass. “I got fucking cum.”
You arched your back, grabbing his hands and squeezing them as you kept screaming. “Please turn me, Eddie- please!”
Eddie looked down at you, his cock bulging in your belly with each thrust. Your words replayed over and over in his head, the thought making his cock throb hard inside you. “Bunny- Shit! Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”
“Give it to me, Eddie.” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Need you to cum inside me, fill me up until it's dripping out.”
His eyes got darker as he leaned down, attaching his lips to your neck. What started as sloppy kisses turned into a hard bite. His teeth puncture your sweaty skin, your blood seeping into his mouth.
Your toes curled, and you pulled on his hair, the bite being enough to make you cum so hard your body convulses. You couldn’t see anything, your vision going totally white. “I-oh, my god! Oh my fuck- Eddie!”
Eddie groaned loudly against your skin as he finally pulled his teeth from the two holes that adorned your neck. The taste of your blood, the clenching of your cunt as you came around his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. You can feel his hard pants against your neck and his cock cumming inside you with a twitch.
He whispered your name as he kept cumming, spilling everything he had inside you. “That’s it, take it fucking all.”
Your cunt milked him for all he was worth.
The only thing heard over the animals in the night was heavy breathing, the two of you spent.
Your body felt sore, weak, and used by the time Eddie had pulled out of you, causing you to wince at the sensation. You couldn’t see him, too tired to open your eyes, but you could hear him move around you, fixing your dress so it sat just right and picking you up so he could cradle you into his arms.
You felt weak, the bite on your neck stinging more than it had before.
“I promise that you’ll feel better in the morning,” Eddie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. The total opposite of how he was just acting with his cock inside you. “Just rest for now.”
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