#vampire Matt

[minkshame]

The stakes are low here...

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He's asking nicely

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[strnilolover]

✰ Sometimes Vampire!Matt Gets Too Carried Away But Human!Reader Doesn’t Mind …

You lay beneath Matt, his weight pressing into you just enough to ground you, his lips moving feverishly against yours. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his thumbs tracing circles that sent shivers coursing down your spine.

“You’re addictive, you know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice deep and slightly ragged.

You giggled breathlessly, “You should talk,” you teased, fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re the one who can’t keep away.”

Matt chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through your chest. His lips traveled down to your jawline, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along your neck. Each one seemed to grow hotter, more intense, until his mouth hovered over your pulse.

You felt his hesitation — a second of stillness that came before his lips parted. “Matt,” you whispered, half-warning, half-pleading.

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his lips to your throat, kissing deeply as if tasting the warmth of your blood beneath your skin. You gasped when his teeth grazed you — not quite biting, but enough to leave your heart racing.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him back so you could look into his eyes. They were darker than usual, his pupils dilated. The predator in him was showing, but it didn’t scare you — it never did.

He gave a small smirk before he leaned down again, his lips brushing yours before trailing lower — over your collarbone, down your torso. His hands tugged at the hem of your shirt, his mouth following the path of newly exposed skin. He moved lower still, down your stomach and over the curve of your hip.

When his lips found the soft skin of your inner thigh, you inhaled sharply, your fingers clenching the sheets. His kisses there were slower, more deliberate. He lingered, his breath hot against your skin.

“Matt,” you whispered again, but it came out shakier this time.

“Shh,” he murmured, kissing just above the spot where his teeth brushed seconds later. You gasped when you felt it — the sharp, delicious sting of his fangs sinking just enough into your thigh. A soft moan slipped from your lips, and your hands gripped the sheets tightly. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure, intoxicating and electrifying.

Matt’s grip on your thighs tightened as he drank in your reaction, his growl vibrating against your skin. He licked over the tiny marks he left, soothing them, before biting again, just a little deeper this time.

You whimpered, your body trembling beneath him — Your back arching involuntarily. “Matt,” you breathed, your voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.” And his lips curved into a smirk against your skin. “You like this, don’t you?” he groaned against your skin that was now decorated in purple marks.

“Yes,” you admitted without hesitation, your cheeks flushing. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with desire. “The things i want to do to you..” he muttered, trailing his eyes all over you.

Your own eyes gazing down at him, “Show me,” you challenged, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Matt didn’t need to be told twice. His lips and teeth returned to your thighs, his movements deliberate, worshipful. Each kiss, each nip, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, leaving you utterly at his mercy.

SAVE ME VAMPIRE MATT. SAVE MEEEEE.

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i find it so funny that its just. monster tom, vampire matt, superhuman edd... and then tord is just some guy (with a gun). i've been thinking about this for over a year its so incredibly funny to me

Tord is such a Normal Guy™

[zackieboyo]

my favourite moment in Eddsworld, thank you Edd Gould for creating gay people!

also a version in my own style:

and, of course, my original drawing that started it all:

[422kit]

been meaning to draw them together ...

[seashoreships]

Monster Tom redesign oh yeah

Bonus TomMatt doodle vv

[honeyillustrates]

me when multishipping rocks back and forth

[peach-jelly-lemon]

I LOOOOVE vampire lore especially obscure vampire lore like they have to count everything

[mattsturniolosswife]

guys I need vampire matt

like guysssss I NEED him

y'all think I should make a vampire!matt fic?? I think I should

[ryemackerel]

Cunt Iarchmybackula STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!

UAGAHHH I fucking love it when Matt becomes this freak and gets all badass and cool and shit oh my goodness she’s so COOL

[minkshame]

The Curse

This is the big scary out of character story. Please enjoy.

Read on ao3

[strnilolover]

✰ Vampire!Matt isn’t afraid of a little blood

This writing below the cut will contain the action of eating someone out while they’re on their period. If this idea disturbs you or is not your preferred writing then do not read or read at your own risk.

You were curled up on the bed, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket as if it could shield you from the world. Your legs were drawn to your chest, your fingers clutching the fabric in a death grip. Across from you, Matt sat perched on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

It was that stillness that unnerved you now. His gaze was unrelenting, burning with something you couldn’t quite name. Love, yes, but also something deeper — something primal and hungry that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You don’t have to stay,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft, almost lost beneath the sound of the storm outside, but you knew he heard you. He always did.

Matt tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lips quirking into a familiar smirk. It wasn’t mocking, but it held a knowing edge, as if he already anticipated every excuse you were about to give him.

“And why would I leave?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, one that left no room for argument.

You dropped your gaze, your cheeks flushing as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. “Because I’m not…feeling like myself tonight,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk softened, though the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. “Go on,” he urged, his tone coaxing.

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “I’m bloated, crampy, and just…gross,” you confessed, your voice shaking slightly. “And on top of that, I’m on my period, so I—”

“Ah,” he interrupted, leaning forward slightly. The candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the faint curve of his lips. “And you think that’s a reason for me to walk away?”

Your cheeks burned hotter. “It’s messy,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes. “And I don’t feel attractive, Matt. I feel the opposite.”

Matt was silent for a long moment, but you felt his presence — his energy — surrounding you. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm.

“Messy?” he repeated, his tone almost incredulous. He shifted closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. His cool touch sent a shiver through you, and his fingers lingered on your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing about you that’s gross or unattractive.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched his face for any hint of insincerity. But there was none — only unwavering conviction in the way he looked at you, as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m a vampire,” he continued, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You think blood is going to scare me away? If anything…” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “It makes me want you more.”

Your breath hitched at the raw honesty in his tone, the heat in his gaze leaving you momentarily speechless.

“Matt,” you whispered, unsure whether it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his voice grounding and steady, cutting through your hesitation like a knife through fog.

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, the word leaving your lips before you even realized you’d spoken.

“Then let me take care of you,” he murmured, leaning in closer until his cool breath ghosted over your lips.

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and consuming. His lips, cool and smooth, moved against yours with practiced ease, coaxing you to relax. His hand slid from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just below your ear.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into him, your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his dark hair.

When he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes burned with an intensity that made your pulse race. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice rough and possessive. “Every part of you.”

His hands slid down to the edge of your blanket, his fingers curling into the fabric. “Can I?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with intention.

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, your cheeks flushing as you let him pull the blanket away. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, and you shivered slightly, but it was nothing compared to the way Matt’s gaze roamed over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice thick with reverence. His hands found your thighs, his thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles along your skin as he knelt between your legs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You squirmed under his intense gaze, your hands twitching as you fought the urge to cover yourself. “Matt, I—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. His lips were soft and cool, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Let me show you.”

His hands slid down to the hem of your shorts, his fingers hooking into the waistband. He paused, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When you gave a small nod, he tugged them down slowly, his movements deliberate as if savoring every second.

Then his lips were right back on you, working slowly, lips and tongue moving with deliberate care as he trailed kisses along your thighs. His hands gripped your hips gently but firmly, holding you in place as he worshipped every inch of you.

He moved his lips higher, placing kisses dangerously close to your aching pussy — you clenched around nothing, a mixture of arousal and blood seeping out of you. Matt’s eyes caught a glimpse of that, a smirk tugging at his lips as the sight of you and smell of you aroused him. Finally, his lips connected to your puffy clit.

And he didn’t hesitate, his tongue moving with precision as he worked you over with a devotion that left you trembling. The coolness of his touch contrasted sharply with the heat pooling in your core, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

Your fingers reached down and tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as soft moans spilled from your lips. He growled softly against you, the sound vibrating through you and pulling another cry from your throat.

The worry of the mess and your nervous thoughts were completely disregarded, your mind slowly fogging with each swipe of his tongue and each suck to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Matt,” you whimpered, your voice breathless and needy.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips stained crimson. “You taste divine,” he murmured, his voice low and rough before he delved back down, his tongue moving faster.

His hands moved down to grip your thighs tightly now, putting them over his shoulders and holding them wide open to get better access to your now sopping cunt. Your hands tugged his hair, earning another groan from his chest, the vibrations and the action of his nose bumping into your clit made you squeal.

Your head was thrown back against your pillow, your hips now grinding down against his face as the knot formed in your stomach. You desperately wanted to chase the release you now needed — and your actions made Matt speed up.

“I- o-oh fuck! Matt.. m-matt-“ you cried out, bucking your hips wildly against his face now. And he just smirked against your folds, his tongue continuing to move rapidly.

Your stomach was hot — and tight. The band threatening to snap at any moment. But with a few final nudges to your clit, you were gasping and shaking. “C-cum…cumming!” you squealed, thighs snapping shut around his head and your fingers pulled harshly at his locks.

Matt continued to move his tongue, slowing the movements as he collected every drop of your release. When you finally started to push at his head, shying your hips away — was when he pulled himself back. His face was coated with your release and blood.

Your cheeks flushed, your heart racing as he moved back up your body, his cool skin pressing against your warmth. He quickly cleaned his mouth before his lips found yours again, the faint metallic tang of your blood on his tongue only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

“Did so good pretty-” he muttered against your lips, praising you. He pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “-never have to hide yourself or feel ashamed about this. Always love you — in every stage and form.” he said, and those words made you feel anything but flawed or imperfect.

You smiled sheepishly up at him. “Here — c’mon-“ he says, hand gently tapping the outside of your thigh. “-let’s get you into a warm bath okay? and then we can get your favorite food.”

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i also did the thing by @zackieboyo

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That boy is a MONSTERRR

[422kit]

thingies ...... ft my selfship (idk if people care to see it but if yall do i can post more ...)

also first one is a commission ✌️