#vampire eddie my beloved

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DJAJDJAJNDHAHDHAJSBDH MY THREE DİFFERENT PERSONAS

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Eddie Had A Little Lamb (MDNI +18)

Summary: Eddie is trying to be good and with your help, he could be exactly that. But Kas, on the other hand, thrives in all that is unholy and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you and Eddie to the dark side.

Kas!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Religious!Reader

A/N: This is a spicy piece of work. I hope I did this concept justice as this was a request. Please let me know what you guys think since it’s my first time writing kas!eddie. Thank you for reading and please enjoy!

Word Count: 8.7k+

Warnings/Tags: Dub con elements, religious themes, extreme blasphemy, possessive!kas and eddie, innocent!reader, whole big bag of (fluff, smut, angst) mentions of mental health, dom!kas, dom!eddie, use of “daddy” and “master”, corruption/innocence kink, finger sucking, drooling, dumbification, belly bulge, blood kink/drinking, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, minor monsterfucking elements, mention of traffic light bdsm system, biting, scratching, face fucking, spit kink, dacryphilia, oral sex (m & f recieving), small breeding kink, creampie, cum eating, doggystyle, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, use of fox tail butt plug, anal play, reader referred to as “lamb” “bunny” “angel” , some violence, mentions of minor character death/disappearance

There’s a reason why lambs are considered a symbol of innocence. The poor things nary a clue when they’re brought to the offering table, gloriously prepared to be slaughtered for the pleasure of man.

Kas pities you. For that was exactly what you were in his eyes: A poor little lamb. Eddie hadn’t realize that he was currently wrapping you up prettily—with a bow on top—to be presented before the beast. Nonetheless, Kas will happily accept this offering. For now, he will wait. He’ll let you come closer until it’s too late to turn and run.

“Eddie,” You say, taking his hands in yours with a sincere smile. “I’m glad you’ve decided to come to Bible study. What’s brought you here tonight?”

Aside from atoning for my sins, you mean?

“I wanna keep trying with this religion thing. Maybe become a better person. I don’t know if I’ll ever believe in God, to be honest with ya,” He admits. “But I’m hoping to prove everyone wrong about me. I’m more than what’s on the surface.”

Eddie’s consumed with guilt. He’s not been himself lately. A few nights ago, Eddie walked home from Gareth’s home, considering it was not much far from where he live. He was randomly attacked by a rabid bat. Bitten and disoriented, he soon blacked out. When he awoke, he found himself covered blood, the metallic taste in his mouth. Then, the missing reports came in about a missing elderly man. Although Eddie was not certain, he believed to be responsible for the disappearance of that man.

Ever since then, he’s been doing all he could to suppress the appetite and that godforsaken voice. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He was depraved, sick and twisted! That part of him was so far removed, he had a name for himself: Kas.

Usually, staying awake and alert was one way of stopping this undiscovered being within him. Of course, Eddie couldn’t always stay awake. So the next big thing was to sign up for the local church’s mentorship program in which young adult church members assisted the ‘lost’.

“You’re just misunderstood. Sometimes people are afraid of things they don’t understand,” You smile. “Like you must be terrified coming to a place like this. I’m sure everything you heard today sounded a bit foolish to you. I get that everyone outside the congregation thinks we’re all ‘Jesus freaks’ but we’re all just trying to understand things, ya know.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’ve been called a freak, too. That never stop me from wanting to join the program. Although, I can admit that this bible study thing’s not my style.”

“I’m really happy you did come though. You usually say you’ll come when I invite you but don’t turn up,” You began.

Well, it’s not like he actively tried to avoid. He’d come every day if it meant that he got to look at you. When he was partnered up with you for the mentorship program, it was as if he’s one the lottery. But of course, Kas took a liking to you as well only his desires for you were beyond inappropriate. Kas planned to ruin you. So Eddie avoids you as much as he can all so that he can protect you.

“It’s just really nice to see the effort you make towards this.” You finish, cleaning up the desk of books and placing them on the shelf.

“I get cold feet sometimes,” Eddie explains, stacking the chairs away. “Crowds and events also aren’t my thing. But I figured it would make you happy and since you’ve worked so hard steering me in the right direction…all I can do is try.”

You nod. “So are going to do prayer at your place or mine?”

“Yours, I guess.” Eddie says.

Let her come over to our place, idiot.

No, we’re going to her place that way you won’t be able to try any tricks while her parents are there.

“Oh, umm, I was kinda hoping you’d say your place? I know I suggested mine but my father is little overbearing and I didn’t want to just invite myself to your place.”

“I’m fine if your father’s a little overbearing. My Uncle Wayne was at one point of my life.”

“No, you don’t understand. I love my father but he is ‘spy-level crazy’ overbearing. You’d probably never show up again or would ever like to speak with me either. I would know. It’s happened plenty times before.”

“O-okay. We can do it at my place. Just a little warning, Wayne’s working a late shift so…we’ll be alone.”

“Oh…t-that’s okay. We’ll be on our best behavior.” You laugh nervously.

“Exactly.” He joins in on the awkward laugh.

After cleaning up the church library, the two of you got in his van and head to his home. Eddie’s never been to your home and vice versa but he knew you came from an affluent community. He could only imagine what you must think seeing the trailer park.

“Well, um, this is my home.” Eddie says, holding open the door for you. He’s never self-conscious about showing off his place. Couldn’t give a shit about materialism. But he wanted to impress you.

“It’s lovely,” You smile, having a seat on the couch when you recognized that some pillows and a comforter. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is this where you sleep? I didn’t mean to—“

“Oh no, no. You’re fine. Sit wherever you like. My Uncle actually sleeps there. My room’s down the hall,” He clears his throat. “W-we could go in there and do the session there. T-the prayer session.”

“Yeah, t-that sounds good.” You follow his lead.

Eddie thanks the imaginary man in the sky for reminding him to clean his room today. He nervous shifts on his feet while your eyes scanned the room, smiling.

“Your room’s really cool.” You compliment.

“Really? I’m sure your room way cooler.” And bigger.

You look at his red electric guitar hanging up on the dresser. “Whoa, I’ve never seen it up close before.”

“You’ve seen me play it?”

“Oh yeah, I watched you perform one time. My parents don’t allow me to listen to that kind of music but…my friend and I snuck into a show one time after you put the fliers all over the school. You did really great.”

The lamb’s got a naughty side.

Eddie disregards him. “Thanks. The band and I have been working on those songs for years.”

“I’d like to hear more music like that sometime. All my cassettes are of gospel music.” You say, almost sounding annoyed.

“I can fix you a mixtape of all the songs I like. Then, you could tell me all about the songs you do and don’t like during community service.”

“That would be great! But I’m not sure if I can bring it home with me. I don’t even own my own walkman. I share it with my sister and she loves to hog it.”

“Sure you can. You can even borrow mine. We could keep it as our little secret.” Eddie says, putting a finger to his lips.

You laugh. “Okay. Why not? I can live on the edge sometimes.”

Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, patting the seat beside him. You sit, a small gap between the two of you. He could tell that you were uncomfortable, you hands crushed between your thighs as you avoided his stare.

Why don’t you get a little closer to her? She wants you to. I can feel it.

You’re full of shit, man.

“Should we pray now? Or would you like to talk about the study’s topic?” You asked.

“Not even sure what tonight’s topic was even about?” Eddie admitted.

“It was about repentance. How sincere we are in regretting our wrongdoings. We can do a prayer where we apologize for our sins. It doesn’t have to be out loud if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“I’m not sure how to do that.”

“You mean, prayer?”

“Yeah, like do I just talk?”

“Exactly,” You giggle, sliding off his bed to lower onto your knees before him. Eddie’s breath hitches at the sight. This was going to do wonders for his late night fantasies. You, being on your knees and looking up at him through your long lashes was going to do wonders for his late night fantasies. Fuckkkk. Was he really going to pop a boner right now? In front of your fine ass. “You clasp your hands together like your high-fiving yourself and you just talk to him as if you were talking with me. Don’t hold back either say everything. Then, at the end you say ‘amen’. It’s kind of like hanging up the call.”

“Should I keep my eyes open?”

“It’s preferably better if they’re closed,” You lay a hand on his thigh. “You’re probably shy. Not a problem. I’ll just pray for the both of us. Then, next time, you’ll join me.” You squeeze your eyes shut and whisper a prayer.

A lust for a taste. Just one taste.

His legs move on their own accord, standing up so that he’s towering over your small frame. You smelled so fucking incredible. Just…one…taste.

Eddie’s heart beats rapidly, vision blurring as he began to see double. You were oblivious to his inner turmoil, peacefully praying away.And just like that it felt like Eddie had taken the backseat in his own mind.

“Amen,” You finish, looking up at him in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t feel your presence in front of me. You move as swift as a mouse.”

“And you as gentle as a lamb.” He smirks.

This wasn’t Eddie speaking. No! The being known as Kas has taken over. Eddie being so sleep deprived, he didn’t have a fighting chance against him.

You stand on your feet, checking your watch.“Oh, no. How is it already time to go? We hardly got anything done. I’ll have to go. My parents are probably anticipating my arrival by now.”

“It’s only 7 pm, bunny. Is it your bedtime?”

“I can assure you I’m a big girl who sleeps at anytime I please,” You chuckle. “It’s supper time. My family always eats together.

“You should call your parents. Tell them you’ll be staying for a bit. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to keep you from a lost soul who’s eager to learn about the Lord.”

“I-I…I’m not sure if they’d be okay with that. My father was on the fence about me even coming here. Mother had to defend me.”

“Mama does know best. She knows her little girl wouldn’t do anything Jesus wouldn’t do,” Kas winks before holding out the house phone. “Go on. Let make the call. It’ll only be for one more hour.”

No, Kas! Fuck you! Let her go home!

“O-okay,” You take the phone from his hands. “I’ll just take it in the living room in case the conversation needs to be said in private.”

“Do whatever you wish.” He bows, holding open the bedroom door for her. She exits.

Kas!

If Kas weren’t so proud, he’d laugh. The game of chess has been set in motion. Striding over to his bedroom’s dresser, he looks at the reflection in the mirror.

“You rang?” He smiles a toothy grin, his top canines extended.

“Stay away from her,” Eddie hisses. “She doesn’t deserve to be treated like your meal.”

“Then, you shouldn’t have starved me,” Kas grunts angrily. “Besides…she looks good enough to sink my teeth into.”

“I won’t let you hurt her.”

“I’m not gonna hurt her. At least…not in a way she wouldn’t like.”

“Good luck with that. There’s no way her parents will let her stay.”

You walk in, prompting Kas to turn and face you. A smile on your face as you too your seat back in his bed.

“After a some convincing, my father says that I can stay for just one more hour.”

“That’s fantastic.” Kas says in feigned excitement, silently gloating in his head.

“Although,” You play with your thumbs. “I kind of told a little white lie. I told my father that we weren’t left unsupervised.”

“Probably for the best.”

“I feel so guilty, though. I rarely lie to my Father unless it’s reasonable and even then I still end up telling him. I told him I snuck out to see your concert. It’s probably why he doesn’t…” You quiet down.

“Doesn’t…like me?” Kas finishes.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“No, I understand, bunny,” He sits down, scooting closer to you. “Your father’s justified in wanting to protect you from me.”

You smile. “Why would I possibly need to be protected from you? You’re sweet, funny, and interesting. You couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Kas smiles at her cluelessness. “Think about it, bunny. Why do you think your father would be worried you being alone with me?”

“Because it’s late?” You say, softly.

“Because he was once my age. Because he could only imagine that i’ll be doing exactly the things he used to do with your mother before they were married.”

“Y-you mean fornication. But that’s a sin.”

“Sinning’s a part of human nature. It says so in the bible: We’re all born sinners and what not.”

“You’re right about that. B-but church folk say that marriage is important first to enjoy things of that nature.”

“What if I told you, you don’t have to marry…to fuck?”

The emphasis on the swear word sends chills down your spine. You bite your lip to keep him from hearing your heavy breathing.

“I mean, come on. Would you really wanna marry a bad lay? With each new generation, sex is more liberating, raunchier and nastier. It doesn’t always have to come with strings attached. That’s what makes it sooo fascinating. You get to fuck whoever and whenever. Why enforce these principles on yourself when there’s always something new to learn about it. Don’t you like fun?”

You swallow hard. “I do but lots of things could be fun aside from…sinning.”

“What could be more fun than feeling the best pleasure you could ever imagine?”

“Going to church could be just as pleasurable.”You try smiling again to keep him from thinking he’s affecting you.

“It could…but you wouldn’t know that for sure unless you’ve been fucked? But not just regular fucking. Hard, fast. The kind that takes your breath away and makes you feel like you’re dying a little.”

“I experience that above worldly pleasures and the physical. That’s why this mentorship program is out in place, Eddie. It shows us how to seek happiness outside of those things. It’s like a spiritual awakening.”

“I can give you that with just my fingers alone, bunny. You don’t need to talk to some imaginary man in the sky when you’ve got one right here willing to show you things that’ll rock your world.”

“Like what?” You weren’t sure why you kept this conversation going. It was supposed to be about God. About today’s bible study topic. Not…this! But your curiosity got the best of you. You were like a scientist poking and prodding for your latest discovery.

“Have you ever played with yourself?” Kas asks, eyes ruby red. You being so lost in his trance, you couldn’t bother to realize that you were staring into the eyes of a monster.

“You mean, touch myself… down there?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes,” You breathe. Somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed to admit this to a guy you’ve had a crush on since the 9th grade, never acting on your feelings because your world had never aligned up until this point. “But not directly.”

“What do you mean, bunny?”

“I’ve never put a finger inside or touch there at all when I’m pleasuring myself because I’d feel too guilty if it were by my own hand. So I…” You look away and trail off, afraid to continue.

“Go on. Don’t be shy.” Kas encourages, a hand on your knee.

“I…shove my pillow between my legs and rub against it.”

“That sounds hot as fuck.” He shift closer to you, his knee touching yours.

“It’s shameful.” You whisper.

“It’s natural. I get that feeling, too. You just want some release. You deserve that. Don’t you, bunny?”

“I’m not sure.” You clamp your thighs together, bringing his attention to the hand that’s rested on your knee.

He slithers a hand up your soft, supple thighs and squeezes. You let out a quiet squeak. “I think you do. You’ve been such a good girl.”

His hand move further up before wedging between your inner thigh. “Tell ya what…maybe I can teach you some things, too. It could be my gift of appreciation to you.”

Kas stalks over you, eyes staring into yours while you gradually fell against Eddie’s pillow.

Don’t you fucking dare, Kas!

You’re shaking and Kas places a hand over your heart, feeling it pound against his palm. It was so delicious. You are just so full of life. And blood. Innocent, pure blood.

“So you’re a virgin?”

You nod.

“I can change that.”

He’s being weirdly crass! You thought to yourself.

And yet, you throbbed for him. Your hands have the sudden urge to pull his face down to yours for a passionate kiss.

But Kas makes the first move, lowering his face above yours. The guitar pick necklace dangling above you slots itself between your breasts when his lips are just inches away from yours. You close your eyes, feeling the lightest of touch only to quickly dissipate before you could even register its presence. You hear a pained groan, opening your eyes to see him rubbing his temple, eyes screwed shut.

“Eddie?”

“Sorry about that, bunny. Got a real pain in my head head just now,” Kas laughs. “I’m ready to continue if you are.”

“Actually, do you think you could take me home,” You reach for your bag beside you, standing on your unsteady feet. “This was…a night.”

Kas exhales deeply. “Why not?”

He sluggishly reaches for the keys of the van, leading you out the door to his van. The rest of the car ride was quiet but the exchanging spoke loud enough. When Kas arrived to your home, you gathered your things slowly almost like you were thinking of saying something.

“Umm, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” Kas says, nonchalantly.

“Okay,” You say, discouraged. “Goodnight.”

You pull the door handle but it wouldn’t budge. After couple of tries, Kas leans across your seat.

“Sometimes, you gotta give it a little shake.” He strongarms the handle, popping the door open.

He could here your breathing above him, you really were inexperienced. The slightest touch or breeching of your personal space and you’re flustered.

Kas decides to have fun with this, making sure you can feel his breath ghosting over you skin as he gradually looks up at you. When you felt it tickle against your neck, you shudder. Just as he’d hoped: goosebumps light up your skin.

“Goodnight.” Kas finally says.

“Mm, yeah.” You rush out, going up to the front door. He waits for you to enter and he’s off, cursing himself. You were a lot harder of a catch.

But it wasn’t lost on him that you’d been rubbing your thighs together. You probably couldn’t wait to get back to back to your room to hump your pillow until sunset. Kas prides himself in this thought.

“Thanks to you she thinks I’m some perv.” Eddie complaints.

Kas groans. “Don’t you have an off switch? Besides a pervert is exactly what you are. Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking of fucking her, too? I didn’t hear you once complain when I asked her about playing with herself.”

“You won’t be coming near her again, Kas. I fucking swear it. From now on, I’ll be serious with my avoidance of her.”

“We’ll see how long that’ll last. Hell, she’ll probably come looking for us first after the time I just gave her.” Kas winks through the rearview mirror.

Eddie could feel himself slipping into his own mind, trying to find solid ground. If he didn’t figure out a way to find the balance within himself, Kas will take full control. And who knows how many people’s lives could be at risk.

—————

Eddie’s ashamed. After your confessions last night, he touched himself, imagining the way you’d sound moaning as your wet pussy dragged along your pillow. He imagined what words you’d say when you climax. Would you call for God? Would you swear? Would you call out for his name?

The next thing he knew, his hands were down his boxers, stroking his cock and sniffing the parts of the sheets where you were lain against. It was pathetic. Desperate. He hated to admit that Kas had been right. Eddie wanted to fuck you hard and deep, making you take every inch of him.

The next day—as Kas predicted—you were actively searching for him. Eddie made sure that whenever you were entering a room, he was exiting.

He’s been successful for the most part. The occasional times where he would run into you, he’d quickly rush off explaining to you how he’s needed in a different department of the church. But despite that, he was at ease knowing that you’d be safe from him.

That was up until he was reminded of bible study. In which, Eddie had to sit in a room of close proximity to you. You’d try to sit next to him and he’d pounce at the very moment the hear your body radiates against his skin.

He needed to think fast. So when the meeting begun, Eddie made sure to sit in a chair with the seats around him filled. Every now and then, he’d catch your stare. Especially, when the two of you shared a momentary smile at one another when the lead went on about the “devil worshipping game of Dungeons and Dragons”. Once the meeting concluded, Eddie’s attempts to walk out the door when the lead begs him to stay to clean up again along with You like the other day.

He reluctantly agrees, starting in a corner of the room far from you. Every now and then, he’d catch himself staring. Did you have to dress goddamn stunning today? Like a goddamn angel. It wasn’t fair.

You pretend as if you needed something in the section he was hiding in, casually walking around him. “Hey! I was looking to speak with you today.”

“Really? Oh man, I’m sorry.” Eddie wasn’t much of an actor.

“You seem like you’re very busy today. It’s nice to see that you being so active here.”

To avoid all my problems, of course.

“Everyone’s been talking about it,” You continue. “Nobody could have seen it coming. Eddie Munson, church goer.”

“Well, no one’s as shocked as my friends. They still don’t believe it, pictures and all,” Eddie laughs before clearing his throat for a more serious topic. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was being a dick—sorry I mean, jerk.”

You look at him strange.

“Did I say something wrong?” Eddie asks.

“No. It’s just funny that you’re apologizing for cursing,” You giggle. “Yesterday…you were sort of a sailor mouth.”

“Oh, right. I’m not sure what came over me.“

“To be quite honest, I kinda liked it,” You smile, looking down in your lap. “Everyone’s so formal and proper all the time. It’s nice to hear something…different.”

“Oh…” Eddie’s floored.

“Anyway, how’d you like today’s study?”

“Not my favorite, honestly. They talked so much shit about D’n’D being ‘demonic’.” Eddie says, putting on a gravelly demon voice.

“I’m really sorry about that. I know it’s a sensitive. It was very admirable of you not to interject your points even though you could have very well done so with no judgment. In my opinion, it’s only a harmless game. I’ve been curious to play it.”

“You should come by my club sometime, then. I can teach you all that I know.”

“I’d love for you to teach me.” Your smile fades when you’re reminded of the implications of your statement. Eddie catches this, nervously twirling the rings on his fingers. Neither of you meeting each other’s gaze.

You clear your throat, breaking the silence. “Eddie…I have a few questions.”

“Sure, angel. What’s up?”

“Is there something you’re hiding from me? I want you to know that whatever it is that you feel you can’t tell me…you really could tell me. I may not be a great liar but I can keep secrets.”

Yes, actually. I have a lust for blood because I’m a vampire with an alter personality that attacks humans for their blood and now we’re competing to claim you. : Is what he wished to say… instead he simply puts it at a, “It’s complicated. But I don’t think I have much to say.”

“It’s just that you’ve been so different lately. I’ve never know you to remotely care what people think of you. Or go to church meetings and want to learn about the Bible.”

“People aren’t born religious, they find their way. I did.”

“Yeah but it’s like you’re doing it to make up for something. Whatever it is…you should know that you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You don’t have to avoid me. And if it feels like I’m not forcing you into doing this program in anyway—.”

“I chose to sign up for this. None of this is because I’m force to do this. If anything I like being around you, I’m just going through a lot of stress. It’s hard learning to be more responsible and in control.”

“I know what you mean,” You laugh. “I feel like I nearly lose control all the time. Especially…when I’m with you.”

His eyes widen at your bold admittance.

“Yesterday, I was on the edge, waiting to go over. It’s like that whenever I’m near you. Like, I’m hanging on by a thread that just gets keeps getting thinner and thinner, anticipating the moment it snaps.”

“That’s exactly how I feel.” Eddie says, feeling as if a weight’s been lifted off his shoulders.

“Is it wrong that I wish for you to teach me those things you said you would? To think such sinful thoughts right here on church grounds?”

He swallows audibly, adam’s apple bobbing. “I wouldn’t think so.”

“I’ve always liked you, Eddie. I like you. Not whatever constructed version of you that you’re trying to build to appease the masses. I’m interested in you and the things you like and how excited you are when you get to share them with someone,” You close the space between your bodies. “When I think about you…I can’t stop the ache I feel between my legs. No matter how many times I touch myself at night.”

“Oh, angel,” Eddie breathes. “You’re gonna break me down.”

“What I feel is so intense that all I could do is touch myself to get some release. You were right. I don’t want to deny myself of what I need. I need you.”

“I need you, too. So fucking bad. I could never get you out of my head.”

Your eyes light up. “Really?”

“How can I? You’re amazing. And you’re really pretty and nice and you smell like a dream. Whenever I look at you, I just wanna hold you and kiss you.”

“I can’t stand it. I want you now.” You whine, grabbing the collar of his jacket to press your lips to his.

He’s more confident in his kiss with you, tongue running over your bottom lip. You grant him the permission to explore your mouth, deepening the kiss. You even tasted incredible, too.

Eddie feels as if he’s on top of the world and he hopes Kas could see him now.

That’s checkmate, asshole.

You break the kiss, a line of spit connecting your lips before you lap at it with your tongue. A heat creeping up on your lips when you remembered exactly where you were.

“I hope these old cameras don’t work.” Although, something within you says the opposite.

“Come on.” Eddie takes your hand, leading you to the back corner of the library.

He turns you over, your back against the bookshelf as he starts off by kissing your neck. He, then, resumes moving his lips over your pouty ones, his skillful tongue works its wonders. When his hands reach your butt, he cups it and uses the leverage to glide your clothed core over his denim-covered thigh.

“First lesson in pleasuring yourself, if you’ve got a partner…use ‘em.” Eddie says, grinding you down against him causing you to moan out.

You cover a hand over your mouth afraid that you’re being too loud. He quickly removes your hand away.

“It’s just us, angel. I wanna hear you.”

“But what if someone walks in?”

“Don’t care. Show me how you play with that pussy when your at home. Ride my thigh.” His hand collides hard on your ass, the sting hurts so good.

“Please.” You rasp, rutting against his leg like a dog in heat while he sucked on your neck.

He wanted to taste you so badly. Drink of your nectar as if you were the very source of life itself. So, once he felt like he’d gotten his fill, he drops down to his knees before you. You were confused at first until you felt his hands creep up your dress, finding the band of your panties.

It was a blessing you decided to wear nice underwear today.

He slides your pink thong down your legs, hiking the skirt of your dress around your hips. The look on his face was enough to make you feel like a goddess. His hooded eyes, fluttering as he watch your honeyed arousal seep from your puffy lips.

“It so damn perfect.” Eddie groans. Not wasting a second longer, he dives in. His tongue licks a long stripe up and down your slit before taking in the sensitive nub between his pursed lips.

Your knees begin to buckle underneath you, the only thing keeping you up is his hand on your abdomen.

“Ngh..ooo please! Eddieee.” You whine, biting your lip to keep from screaming. In that moment, there was no turning back for you. You’ve now experienced the kind of pleasure your pillow could never compare to.

You almost felt sorry for denying yourself this kind of bliss. But it was worth the wait because now you get to indulge. And indulge you did, grinding your sodden cunt against his face. His arms wrap around your thick thighs, pulling you into him as if you weren’t close enough.

Eddie kisses your pussy like does when he kissing the lips on your face, savoring the feeling against his. He collects your juices on his tongue then spits back onto your throbbing pussy before sucking it off again. It was absolutely filthy. Something you’d never seen which was enough to make you cum hard at the sight alone.

Your walls clench and unclench within you, desperately needing to be filled. As if he’d read your mind, he slips in a thick digit into you. Then, another. You gasp at the sensation. It was foreign but it intensified your orgasm to the point where you reached for the books behind you to ground yourself into reality, knocking them to the ground.

You were like a work of Michelangelo. He watches intensely as you cry out and writhe against his mouth and fingers. The sounds of his moans combined with the suction noises would have anyone fooled that he was currently eating a 5-star cuisine.

“Oh, yess, daddy.” You let out a guttural groan, the whites of your eyes shown.

Eddie liked the sound of that, laughing wickedly against your thigh. He knew he’s won, taking you down piece by piece until you crumbled. He rubs your clit until your shaking from overstimulation, pulling his hand away to breathe again.

He smirks. The little tease. You smile back, panting. Your hair’s probably a mess from all the thrashing.

You expected him to slide your underwear back up your legs. Instead, he sniffs them and groans, pocketing them.

“Mine now.” He claims with a smile.

“You’ve definitely rocked my world.” You praise, now that you could form a coherent sentence.

He chuckles, helping you straighten yourself out. “So did you. I’ve never been so turned eating pussy. Nearly came in my pants like some prepubescent kid.”

“I want more.” You jump him, kissing with tongue and tasting yourself.

He pulls away, cradling you in his arms. “Whoa, whoa. Let me take you out on a date first. Let’s take things a little slow.”

————

He was no better than Kas. Eddie was just as thirsty for you. Just as much to credit for your corruption. There was no slowing down between the two of you. Ever since you’d began dating, things have been intense.

There was lots of kissing for sure and Eddie loved going down on you every chance he got. He was a addicted to your taste and the way you sounded, determined to make you scream his name whenever the two of you were alone.

You’d asked Eddie to go to the sex shop with you because tonight was the night. You and Eddie have talked about it for these past few weeks now. He was going to take your virginity. Like you’d always dreamed about.

You were looking for your first time to be somewhat experimental but also as loving as possible. You knew Eddie would provide that. But there wasn’t just Eddie Munson who’d partake in your christening…Kas would soon make his entrance.

“You should buy that,” The little devil in Eddie’s mind says, drawing Eddie’s attention to the foxtail anal plug hung up on display. “It’ll train her ass just right for what I plan on doing to her tonight.”

“Fuck off. I’m not letting you get in on this,” Eddie bites. “She’s mine.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t come out to play when our girl’s begging for our cock?” Kas says, smugly.

“Get the fuck out of my head, Kas. You’ve caused enough trouble in my life.”

“You can deny me all you wish but it changes nothing. I am your most primal desires and truest of nature. I am you,” Eddie could feel himself weakening. Kas growing in his awareness. “I have you to thank, though. You prepared the little lamb nice and ready for me to partake. Maybe I’ll let you take the reigns…eventually.” Kas chuckles, darkly.

“Eddie,” You skipped giddily over to him. “I think I’m ready to go now. I didn’t get much other than some condoms and lubricant like you said.”

“What do you think of this?” Kas says, picking up the foxtail, curling it around your neck as you look in the mirror.

You giggle. “What is that?”

“Oh, you’ll find out.”

—————

You made it to Eddie’s trailer and your nerves manifested into butterflies aimlessly fluttering in your tummy. This was going to happen. You were going to lose your virginity to Eddie Munson. But as excited as you were…you couldn’t bring yourself to step out of his van.

A part of you felt guilty. Like you wanted to call it off in that moment. You’ve been saving yourself for marriage but all your views and moral values were slowly unraveling. Was God looking down at you right now?

“Hey, bunny?” He says warmly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Something wrong?”

Your eyes look into his and suddenly you’re skeptical of the man before you. His pale skin contrasted with the darkening around his eyes which in return highlights the ruby red of his irises. “H-hey, um, Eddie?”

You say the name itself in the form of a question, which prompts him to catch onto your suspicion. And yet he smiles. “Yeah?”

“What if I were to say that I’m having second thoughts about this?”

“That’s normal. But that’ll pass. I promise I’ll make this enjoyable for you.”

You grip the edges of your skirt. “It’s just that…it feels so different. Y-you feel different again.”

The moonlight over his faces leaves one side lit brightly against his skin while the other half of his face was shaded in the dark.

“What makes you say that?”

“There’s something about your energy that’s… shifted. And your eyes—It’s like that night all over again. The night we almost….” You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “You’re not Eddie, are you? W-who are you?”

The corners of his lips curl. “You’re a clever little lamb, aren’t you? That explains why you ran off that night. Do you always run from danger?”

You frigid in your seat, watching his every move.

“My name is Kas. Think of me as an enhanced version of lover boy who’s, by the way, watching us through these eyes. Right now. Tonight…I’ll be filling in for him by filling in you.”

“You,” You whisper, pointing at him. “You’re the one that’s been influencing me and Eddie to do these unholy things. You’re possessing him.”

“Bunny, you’ve gotta stop reading that fairytale crap. It rots your brain. I’m no demon,” His fangs extend and you’re scared shitless. “I have no part in controlling Eddie’s emotions or yours. He’s been wanting to fuck you since he saw you. I couldn’t blame him. You’re so sexy.” He growls, leaning in.

You hold up the rosemary around your neck. “I’m protected by God.”

He smirks, reaching out to squeeze the pendant between his index and thumb. He bends the copper in half. You’re shocked to see that he was able to hold it without it negatively affecting him in some way. “Your God can’t save you. No one can. And with my cock down your throat, no one’ll hear you scream either.”

“What do you want?” You hiccup, a tear trickling down your face.

“To fornicate.” He mocks.

You try pulling at the door handle but to know avail, resorting to climbing into the back of the van. His manic cackling is a form of torment.

“You’re exactly where I want you, bunny.” Kas chortles, hopping out the driver’s side to yank open the double doors of the van. “I’ve always wanted to pop your cherry under the stars.”

You kick at him but he’s quicker than you, catching your legs and pulling you towards him. He forces your legs open for his body to stand in between. Climbing over you, he crashes his mouth over yours, teeth knocking in the impact. Your mouth opens at the force, allowing him bite down on your tongue and draw blood. You yelp out in pain, which dissipates into pleasure as he suckles on it.

You’re grinding your core into his hardening erection. He pulls away, looking between your bodies.

“Would you look at that? Looks like our girl wants me, too, Eddie.”

“Eddie?” You stopped rolling your hips in embarrassment, prompting him to slap the side of your thigh.

“Hey! Did I tell you to stop?”

“But Eddie…” You whimper.

“Awww, you scared he’s gonna be mad your humping my leg like a desperate little whore? He’ll be a lot more pissed at me for the things I’ll be doing to you.”

He thrusts his hips against you, pressing his erection into you. You whine out. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Don’t be. He’s right here with us. He’ll feel every part of this. I just get to take the lead,” He pulls himself up on his knees. “Would you like to see what’ll be splitting you apart?”

You nod. You’re not sure why you’re flooding in your underwear at such graphic language but the thought of being impaled by him forcefully was more than inciting.

His shirt is the first to go, chest and abdomen riddled with large scars that made you question his survival of whatever attacked him. You follow his happy trail, his hands just above it before they find their way to his belt. The metal clanking of his belt fills the silence then the quiet zip of the zipper.

He straddles your upper body, the crotch area close enough to your face. “Pull ‘em down.” Kas demands.

With shaky hands, your fingers hook around the waistband of his boxers and pants, lowering them slowly until his cock springs out and hovers over your face with a bounce. You eyes widened in pure horror and fascination. Not only was it huge but it was freakish. Two toned with a rose pink tip, it jumped and wiggled as if it had a mind of its own. As if it were a tendril-like entity.

“Oh my god.” You squeak in shock.

“He looks happy to see you,” Kas smiles. “Why don’t you have a taste?”

You reluctantly stick your tongue out, licking a small strip up the tip. You taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue then rest your head back against the layers of comforters.

“What was that? Suck on it.” He demands, growing impatient.

“But I don’t know how.”

“I’ve seen the way you eat popsicles, sweetheart. You’ll do just fine. Here, I’ll even help you,” Gripping your hair forward, he sheaths himself down your throat. The entity of a cock, wriggling inside your throat and forcing you to gag. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He moans.

Kas forces your head down on him over and over. Your trapped between his legs so there was no running. The gurgling sound beneath him eggs him on as he fuck your face roughly. He yanks your hair back for a moment, a thick glob of spit dripping from the tip. You take in as much as air as you could.

“Look how pretty.” He pulls down on your hair, forcing your mouth up and open. Sticking his tongue out, he lets the saliva trail down onto your awaiting tongue.

You aren’t given enough time to compose yourself. Kas shoves his length down your throat once more, adamant on choking you with it. At one point he pinches your nose, using his handle around it to push and pull you down around him. You could hardly breathe but you would not allow yourself to tap out, wanting to please him.

He lets go of his hold around your nose and you learn to breathe through your nostrils, bobbing your head back and forth.

“Now, you’re getting the hang of it,” He says, breathlessly. “Here’s your reward.”

He collects the mass of spit drip between your mouth and his cock. You feel your panties push to the side and then that familiar pressure within you. You clamp around his fingers immediately.

“Ooo, yes please.” Your eyes roll back into your skull like always.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groans, pounding his finger into you so deep that you could feel the band of his rings tap against your clit. “What do you say, bunny?”

“Thank you, Master.” Your hips lift up to meet his thrusting fingers, your hand curled around his thick length as much as you could fit to jerk him off.

He circles his finger around something inside you that you hadn’t known you’ve possessed, flicking the trigger repeatedly until the sounds of your wetness echo in the vacuum space.

“I’m close…gonna cum.” Your legs are shaking as you pant for dear life. The pressure building more and more. “Oh god.”

“Not god, bunny. God couldn’t give you this much pleasure.”

You whine and babble, tears running down your face. Then, you’re gasping, eyes fluttering. This was going to be an intense one. One that scared you so much that you nearly ruined it on your own trying to suppress but Kas’s fingers knew how to draw your orgasm when you begged for it to retreat. No way could you handle this and come out sane.

“Unnh, mmm.” Now your toes are curling, arousal seeping and just before you snap…he pulls his fingers.

You’re hyperventilating. You hated him. You wanted to stop this. To give up. How could he be so evil?!

You cry out your frustration and he’s amused, studying features while you threw a tantrum beneath him.

“I was going to let you finish but then I remembered you tried running away from me…again,” He chides. Yet, now you cry and beg for me. So what is it? Are you mine or not?”

Your chest rises and falls, hot and angry tears streaming down your cheeks. “You said I deserve release.”

“Then, prove yourself worthy. Move me.” He smirks.

“I wanna cum,” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Wanna cum on your fingers, Master. Please. I belong to you. I’m yours.”

“Alright, bunny.” He coos, shoving his fingers into you again. And It’s like he’d never left. The pressure is there again and somehow there’s layers upon layers of it. One push of a beckoning finger against the pearl within you and you’re gushing endlessly.

You’re wetting the comforter beneath you, calling out into the night without a worry or care in mind as if he didn’t have neighbors. He doesn’t stop his ministrations and your convinced he’s trying to keep the trend of you screaming loud enough for people to think you’re being murdered.

“Just one more.” He says, wriggling against it again and you’re so sensitive that it feels like he’s broken something in you so that all you can do is leak out your arousal.

You tremble and jolt, eyes glossed over. Unaware of him sliding himself off you, it wasn’t until your legs are pried open again that brought you back. You look up at him, his pants fully removed.

“Take off your clothes. I’m done waiting.” He commands.

You oblige, shyly removing your clothing and garments until you lay bare before him. He looks you up and down, the entity-like cock stiffening in your direction.

You expected him to roll on a condom. Instead, he flip you around on your stomach.

“What about wearing a condom?” You panic.

“I’ll be filling you up with my cum. Think I could get your belly all round and swollen for me?”

You shook your head. “No, please.”

“You know how to end this. Say it and I’ll stop right now.”

He was right. Eddie had taught you the colors in case you needed things to stop or go slow. But you didn’t want any of that. You craved the full experience. You silently lift yourself on all fours, pushing your ass against him to show how badly you need him. It was going to hurt going in this way your first time but you weren’t a quitter.

“That’s my girl.” His hands squeezed around your waist, fingertips digging into your belly. The fat tip his cock at the entrance of your core.

You exhale, feeling the pressure and then just as he said…you’re being split apart. “Oh, ffff-“

“What’s that?” He teases, inching into you some more before snapping his hips forward. He’s officially fed you the entire length, stretching you beyond comprehension.

The wind is knocked out of you, your hand searching for something to grip. “Oh, fuck.” You squeak.

“Feels so fucking good ruining you.” He laughs, hitting sharp thrusts into you. Pound for pound, he elicits a noise out of you each time.

Kas smells the familiar scent of blood on his length and his bloodlust spikes. He fucks into you hard and your knees give out, now laying flat on your stomach.

“Oh, fuck, Master. Thank you.” You whine, biting into the sheet below you.

He’s relentless taking you as if you’ve been through this times before. No mercy. Your breath and words snatched away with each nudge of his tip teasing you g-spot. He pulls you up on your knees again and you feel a cool gel ooze onto your puckered hole. His thumb teases the entrance, circling around it until it’s replaced with a cold metal object that breaches through your anal cavity fully.

“Your ass looks so yummy, bunny.” Kas moans, spanking your ass roughly, yanking on the tail.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You chant, overwhelmed by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

“Howl for me.” He says, slapping your ass again.

You don’t even have to try. You were doing that exact kind of noise. His neighbors would for sure voice their complaints.

You feel his cock doing something to your walls that seemed near impossible as it suctions itself to your walls, keeping him snug within you while it searched for its main target.

Kas grunts with every thrust going deeper and deeper into your channel until reached your cervix. You began to salivate, mind numb. Was he in your stomach? You didn’t have to wonder long, feeling him apply pressure near your belly button. Oh yeah, he’s deep in your guts. Rearrange them for a permanent indentation. He’s officially broken you and you’re not understanding your reality at this point.

“You’re squeezing me tight, bunny. You gonna come?”

“Uh-huh.” You pant, eyes crossed.

“Then, fucking ask for permission!”

“Please make me cum, Master. Please. I’ve been a good girl. I wanna cum!”

His fingers find your swollen nub, rubbing it back and forth . Your legs give out once again but he doesn’t miss a beat, stroking long and deep into your squelching core. Skin slapping against skin as your ass jiggled at the force.

“I’m cumming!” You cry out, squirting your juices at anything in within range. Kas takes this opportunity to bite into your neck and feed. It all felt so overwhelming. Now you’ve understood it why the french call it ‘a little death’. You’re positive that your heart’s stopped momentarily during your convulsions.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You bite down on your finger, he’s still drinking of your blood.

Kas’s warm seed shoots through your warm channel. He unsheathing his sharp fangs from your neck, mouth bloodied as he pumped away in your clenching core. His moans enough to make you whine again at the sound even though you’re pretty much spent.

Once, he’s sure he’s pushed his cum far enough into the deepest parts of you, he stills and slides out of you slowly. His dick is covered in a mixture of cum and blood. You mourn the loss of him as if his place was meant to be inside you. He collapses in the space next to you, caressing your backside and playing with the tail thats still plugged in you.

“How do you feel?” He asks.

You turn over on your back, panting. “I feel…like I just had a spiritual awakening.”

“Didn’t I tell ya.” He chuckles.

“I’m also really lightheaded.”

“That’s both the orgasm and the blood loss. You’ll need some food to replenish.”

You hum your understanding.

Kas curls into your side, pressing kisses into your shoulder. “Do you like me, too? I know you like Eddie but do you like me?”

“I do,” You nodded. “I like every part of you.”

“Even if there were some…darker parts that you don’t get to see.”

You had to think about that one, piecing together Eddie’s arrival to the church along with the very idea of Kas. “I think that because I like you…I’m willing learn to understand you. But I don’t want anyone to get hurt. So, if you ever need to feed, I am yours.”

He nudged his head into the crook of your neck. Kas choose not to tell you about the missing man, wanting to start a new clean slate with you. Maybe you had influenced him just as much as he did you.

“Hey, Bunny. Lover boy’s looking to cut into our time. So if I go, just remember that I fucked you better.”

You giggle, playing in his hair. Kas shuts eyes and reopens them and they’re the familiar brown cow eyes.

“Eddie?” You place soft kisses all over his face when you notice his glare. “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, angel. But I won’t be so nice either.” He captures a hardened nipple between his teeth and bites down, making you scratch angry lines down his back. His mouth latches onto your creamy pussy, drinking of its essence. You were sensitive but you sigh in delight, hands in his hair as you arched off the van floor.

Should you be a lamb, then you shall serve yourself as a precious offering to your kings?

[rogueddie]

Vampire Eddie, Steddie Fic Rec List!!!

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soundtrack of our summer (side a)

hawkeyedkoi

For over six months, after Hawkins and the Upside Down merge, Steve Harrington is plagued by nightmares. Vines choking him, Eddie dying, and a host of other nighttime horrors. It all changes one night in October 1986 when, instead of the Creel House or the trailer park, Steve dreams about a warm spring day at Skull Rock featuring one very familiar metalhead.

Sure, his subconscious' version of Eddie Munson makes some weird comments about being alive in the Upside Down sometimes, but that's just his brain's way of coping with Eddie's death ... Right?

Words : 100,042 Chapters : 11/11 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Obey

Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone)

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t stop the fact that Eddie–,” Steve threw a hand out, gesturing to Eddie and ignoring the indignant look on Eddie’s face, “--wants to eat me,” Steve’s hand was back at himself, gesturing to his throat with dramatic emphasis.

“Just a little bit,” Eddie found himself saying while making a pinching motion, if only because part of him particularly enjoyed getting a rise out of Steve if given the opportunity.

Words : 65,042  Chapters : 17/17  Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Feral

TheDeathsWish

Eddie has turned a bit… feral after coming back to life. It’s understandable, what with the whole being a vampire thing.

What Steve doesn’t expect is the gifts he keeps finding everywhere.

Words : 10,970 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Hunger

Ash_Fountain

When a traumatic truth is revealed at a metal concert in Chicago, Steve decides to reveal his own secret to a distraught Eddie sparking a unique relationship.

Words : 33,265 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

You're Divine

OonionChiver

Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily.

It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.

Words : 259,574 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

My Blessing

Undreaming

Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. But as he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks.

Words : 1,928 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Devour

girafe13

Steve can’t look away. The sounds and voices from the church echo from a distance as the stranger leans in, propping his arm on the doorframe. Steve feels sweat gather on his brow. It’s only after he takes a step towards the stranger that he realizes he’s done so. Steve feels at the very end of a cliff, ready to fall willingly, anything to get closer to the ledge.

“Deputy ,” says the stranger, trailing off, pointing at his chest, not quite touching - oh, Steve wants him to, wants it like he needs air in his lungs - where his badge hangs. "Impressive."

Words : 36,899 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

A Secret In Your Throat

VampireEddie

Eddie returns - only it's not quite Eddie. Created by Vecna, a new being has taken over Eddie's mind - and he has his sights set on Steve Harrington. But what begins as a kidnapping may start to shift as Kas spends more time around Steve, and as Eddie tries to take back control of his body.

Words : 44,540 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

I didn't know that I was starving 'till I tasted you

Lihhelsing, tinkerbclla

Steve Harrington didn't really need much to be happy. He was finally signing divorce papers, ready to be free of his ex-wife. He liked his job at the coffee shop, especially because he got to do it beside his best friend in the whole world. And it didn't hurt that Steve's favorite customer, a guy with dark messy curls and a smile to die for, kept coming back to order his usual.

The only weird thing was that Eddie didn't seem to be drinking his coffee because his cup was always full at the end of the night. So Steve made his mission to find a drink Eddie would like, he just didn't imagine it would be something a little... Different.

Words : 16,063 Chapters : 1/1 Rating. : Explicit

AO3 : x

neighborhood gods

paxlux

It’s a legend. It’s a different kind of fairy tale, who wants to hear it. How one boy became wolf because of his stupid heart and the other became vampire because of his storybook courage. Keep an eye on the woods, there’s something out there.

Words : 13,335 Chapters. : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

How I’d Kill (to See You Again)

morningberries

“Are you going to kill me?” Steve’s voice was small, the question choking out of him without permission.

Did he even want to know the answer? It was probably as obvious as it seemed, as Eddie rose an eyebrow at him.

“Kill you? Oh, Stevie, I would never.” Eddie dropped to one knee by Steve’s side. His head leaned down, so close to Steve’s ear that he could feel his hot breath ticking against his hair. “I like my meals hot.”

Words : 66,826 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire!

inairbinad

Eddie immediately pulled something out of his jacket—was that donated blood?—then tore into the bag and sucked its contents down like, well, water.

Then Steve had questions. The first of which being a hearty, “The fuck?”

Eddie drained the bag and let his head fall back to rest on the seat, exposing the column of his neck. Steve swallowed, cursing his brain to pay attention to what the hell was happening instead of being a slut for once. Eddie lolled his head to look at Steve and gave him a gleaming, bloody smile.

“So, funny story,” he paused. If Steve had to guess it must’ve been for dramatic effect. “I think I’m a vampire.”

Words : 33,485 Chapters : 7/7 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

You and Me (In the Center of the Apocalypse)

novacorpsrecruit

“Not g’na make it,” Eddie said, his voice shaking at the reality they were facing. “Not both of us.”

Steve glanced towards the gate. Eddie’s right. They both can’t make it through. Steve wouldn’t have time to even help Eddie through without the lining closing on him.

If Steve was gonna go through, he had to go now.

He couldn’t leave Eddie here to die.

Steve stepped back, dropping the stick.

“D-dingus?” Robin called. Her voice sounding far away. “No — no, Nancy we gotta — we gotta!”

The mucus lining started to bulge with their attempts to break the seal, the lining growing stronger, thicker, like healing skin. It slowly started to scar over, dark like a scab. It turned dark, hard, and solid. Steve couldn’t hear them anymore.

“You dumbass,” Eddie exhaled sharply. “You’re stuck.”

Words : 58,194 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Hbyrde

Steve Harrington is an animator. It’s a job that involves raising the dead; sometimes as a service for mourning relatives looking for closure, often as a tool for the courts to settle disputes.

Steve Harrington is also a licensed vampire hunter.

Two years ago, vampirism became legal in the United States, granting its undead population citizenship. With this new legal status comes a complication for Steve, as he finds himself tasked with helping the very creatures he is accustomed to killing.

Speaking of complications, Steve struggles in more ways than one when he finds himself working closely with none other than Eddie Munson, an undeniably sexy several-hundred-years old master vampire.

Words : 91,810 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

[emolooswrld]

Bite Me

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18 + minors dni!! smut, angst, slight suicide ideations, mentions of blood, blood consumption, pain kink if u squint, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it bf u tap it), very slight dacryphilia, squirting, slight spitting kink, dirty talk (and by dirty i mean absolutely filthy), dom!eddie, kind of rough sex, praise kink, use of pet names, fluff at the end, i think that’s it but if i forgot any pls lmk!

summary: you took it hard after your boyfriend died in your arms in the upside down. two months have gone by and you still haven’t spoken to anyone. that is until robin and steve burst through your door with some very unexpected news that changes everything.

note: hey guys!! so ik i haven’t posted in a while. ive been stuck on the fourth part of The Other Woman. dw i am still working on it, but in the meantime here’s this draft that’s been collecting dust in my notes for far too long. this isn’t proof read so if there’s any mistakes lmk. i am so feral for vampire!eddie munson n ik im not the only one, so buckle up n enjoy🥰 ps. this is my first time posting smut so pls lmk if you have any suggestions or critiques.

One thing about grief is that it never really goes away. At least, that was the case for you. Grief had consumed you. You’ve felt it in the pit of your stomach every single day since that night. That horrible, wretched night. The night your boyfriend died in your arms.

You practically died with him that night. Or at least, that’s what you like to think. You’ve felt as though you’re no longer here. Your body becoming just a shell with nothing inside. You went through the motions of everyday without feeling anything.

In the beginning, you had felt nothing but pain, anger, sadness, despair. You had done nothing but lay in your bed, knees hugged to your chest, and cry. Not like any “normal” cry you’ve ever experienced. These kinds of cries were sobs. Deep, guttural, screaming sobs that crawled up your stomach and ripped through your throat. You would cry like this until you couldn’t breathe. You had prayed that maybe one of these times, you’d just choke to death on your own sobs. At least that way you wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore, you’d be with him.

But that was two months ago. About a month after the love of your life’s death, you started to feel the numbness. At least when you were crying, you felt something, even if it was just pain. Now, you feel nothing. Nothing but that grief in the pit of your stomach. Your friends had grown terribly worried about you. You hadn’t talked to any of them since that night. You actually hadn’t talked to anyone since that night. You’ve almost forgotten what your voice sounds like.

You knew he wouldn’t want you to live like this. It was actually one of the last things he said to you. “Promise me you’ll find a reason to love again.” He had asked you. Those big brown eyes staring into your own. “I-I can’t.” You had managed to choke out in between sobs. “P-please y/n. Promise me you will. Don’t let this ruin your life.” He had said in response, lifting a shaky hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your face for the last time. His eyes were desperate, pleading. “I promise.” Your voice was hoarse and shaky. “I love you. Forever and always.” Those were the last words Eddie Munson had said before he died.

That moment had been playing through your mind on a loop ever since. There was never a time where you weren’t thinking about it. You had broken that promise. Your life was ruined the second his last breath left his body. Your life was taken from you the second his was taken from him. Nothing could change that, or so you thought.

It had been two months since Eddie’s death. Two excruciatingly long months. You hadn’t seen or spoken to any of your friends. They had all tried multiple times by knocking on your bedroom door. Each time you ignored them or pretended you were asleep. That was until tonight.

Robin and Steve had practically burst through your bedroom door. You turned to face them, they looked a mixture of mostly scared, confused, and angry. But there was a glint of hope behind their eyes. Robin was the first to speak. “Okay we know you’re still hurting and we have respected your boundaries and we’ve given you your space, but we need to show you something. Now.” You looked between her and Steve. “Cmon y/n. You’re going to want to see this.” Steve had said.

“What is it?” You asked. The sound of your voice had startled you. It was hoarse and scratchy from not using it for two months. “Ah! She finally speaks!” Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “See! You’ve already improved and we haven’t even shown you him yet.” Robin clasped her hand over her mouth. Steve shot her a glare. Your heart dropped. You felt the first thing you’ve felt in a month, hope. “H-him?” You stuttered, voice still hoarse. You looked frantically between Steve and Robin, desperate for some sort of explanation.

It was Steve who walked across your bedroom and sat down on your bed next to you. “I don’t really think there’s an easy way to say this so I’m just gonna come out and say it.” You positioned yourself on your bed so you were looking right at Steve. “Eddie’s not dead y/n. He’s alive.” Your jaw had dropped. You stared at Steve in disbelief. “More like undead.” Robin had muttered from your doorway. You spun around towards her direction. “W-what? What do you mean undead?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It didn’t make any sense. “He-no-he can’t be alive. I watched him die. I saw him take his last breath.” The tears you thought were all dried up started to make their way down your cheeks.

Steve started rubbing your back. “We know this sounds fucking crazy, but think of all the shit we’ve been through. It’s not totally unbelievable.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Robin, what did you mean when you said he was undead?” You watched as Robin and Steve gave each other looks. They were communicating with their eyes, you’ve seen them do it a thousand times. “Tell me.” You begged. “We promised him we’d let him tell you.” Robin said nervously.

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“How long?” You asked from the back of Steve’s car. “How long…what?” Robin said with a confused look on her face. “How long has he been….back?” You saw the look Robin and Steve shared from the rear view mirror. “How long.” It was more of a demand than a question. “A month.” Steve muttered. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You yelled.

“The love of my life has miraculously come back from the dead and none of you said anything for a month?” You felt more hurt than angry. “Listen y/n, he told us not to tell you.” Steve said. “He practically threatened to kill us if we did.” Robin defended. “Why didn’t he want me to see him?” Your voice broke. You couldn’t believe Eddie hadn’t wanted you to know he was alive. He wouldn’t put you through that pain.

“He’s different y/n. A lot different. He’ll explain everything. We’re not allowed to say anything else.” Steve said sadly. He could tell how hurt you were. Robin turned around from the passenger seat and rubbed your knee soothingly. “He has his reasons. I promise it’ll all make sense when he tells you the full story.” All you could do was hum in acknowledgment. The rest of the car ride was silent.

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Your heart hammered in your chest as you walked down the steps into Steve’s basement where Eddie had been “hiding” for the past month. You had no idea what to expect. The only detail Steve and Robin had given you about Eddie was that he was undead. Naturally, you were half expecting him to look like some kind of zombie. Fear spread through your body like a poison as you stepped down from the last step.

Your eyes slowly scanned the basement. It was dark, really dark. The only light coming from a small window in the corner. Suddenly, you felt two familiar hands wrap around your waist. You gasped as you were spun around.

To your relief, Eddie did not look like some kind of zombie. He looked almost exactly the same as the day he died. The only difference being he was significantly bigger, stronger. Eddie had always been strong, but it wasn’t too obvious. You could now feel the muscles in his arms from just them being wrapped around you. Another difference was his eyes. They were no longer that beautiful shade of chocolate brown. They were completely black. The last difference you could tell he had tried to hide, but you saw them. Those pearly white fangs.

Eddie held you in his arms without saying anything. Your ear was pressed against his chest. It was quiet, too fucking quiet. It took a moment to realize it. He had no heartbeat. It startled you so much, you pushed him away.

“Where-you-why don’t you have a heartbeat Eddie?” You looked up at him with pure panic and fear consuming your eyes. “Wow. Two months without me and that’s the first thing you say?” Eddie asked playfully. You were not in the mood. You wanted, no, needed answers.

“I'm serious Eddie. What the fuck is going on?” Eddie started to speak but you cut him off. “You died in my arms. I watched you die. I went to your funeral. I have spent the past two months thinking you were dead. And now I find out you’ve been alive for a month and everyone knew except me. Do you have any idea how fucking miserable I’ve been? I haven’t spoken a single word to anyone since that night. Why would you make them keep this from me?” Tears were falling freely down your cheeks.

Eddie stepped closer to you, but you backed away. He frowned. “That’s why. You’re scared of me.” You opened your mouth to deny his accusation, but he cut you off. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear your heartbeat. You’re scared of me. I made everyone keep this from you because I couldn’t bear to see you so terrified of me.” Eddie turned around and sat in a chair on the other side of the room. He put his head in his hands.

“I don’t know exactly what I am, but Henderson says I’m basically a vampire. I really did die that night. I don’t know how long I was dead for, but I woke up. Same place where you guys left me, but I was different. I’m stronger now, a lot stronger. My eyes changed colors and I have fangs. I climbed through the portal and came here, to Harringtons. I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted nothing more than to see you, but I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He took a long shaky breath. “I'm a monster.” It came out as the quietest whisper, but you heard it.

Your heart broke for him. You understood now because he was right. You were scared of him, but he was still your Eddie. Just a little different now. You walked over to where he was sitting. You kneeled in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. “You are not a monster Eddie.” You looked straight into his eyes. “You were right, I was scared of you. But now I know the full story. I don’t know exactly what you are either, but I know for sure, you are not a monster. You’re still my Eddie. I love you. Forever and always. No matter what.”

Eddie grabbed under your arms and pulled you onto his lap. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You broke your promise.” Eddie whispered as he rested his head on top of yours. “I know.” You whispered back. “But you’re here now.” Eddie kissed the top of your head. You laid in Eddie’s lap for what felt like hours. You didn’t want to move. You were afraid this was all a dream and you would wake up any second now. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

“If you’re basically a vampire…do you-have you…” You asked suddenly, curiosity getting the better of you. “Drank blood?” Eddie asked. You nodded. “Yep. Unfortunate, I know. But Henderson has been bringing me blood bags from the hospital.” You looked up at Eddie. “Are you hungry right now?” You asked.

Eddie looked down at you. He couldn’t read minds like the vampires in some movies could, but it didn’t take a mind reader to put together what you were about to ask. “Sweetheart, no. I am not going to drink your blood.” “Why not? I want to help you. And if that means you drinking my blood, I am more than happy to help.” You could tell Eddie was fighting something behind those eyes of his. “It’s dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded strained, like he was trying to control himself. “You’ve never hurt me before. I trust you. Please Eddie, let me help you.”

Eddie stood up and picked you up with him. He walked over towards the sofa and laid you down gently. He hovered over top of you. “If we do this and you start to feel light headed or it hurts too much you have to stop me, no matter what.” Eddie’s eyes bored into yours. “I will, I promise.” “I’ve never done this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to control it. If I don’t stop, scream for Steve and Robin.” “Okay.” That was the last thing you said before Eddie was kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

To say you missed the feeling of his lips on your body would be an understatement. You didn’t know how you’ve gone so long without it. You tilted your head back to give Eddie more access. His tongue circled around your pulse point. The groan he let out was almost inhumane. It excited you and terrified you at the same time. You barely had any time to process what was happening before you felt the sharp sting of Eddie's fangs piercing through your skin.

The pain only lasted for a second. It was quickly replaced with pleasure. It wasn’t the usual type of pleasure you were used to. It was euphoric, like pure ecstasy. You couldn’t help but let out a string of moans. Eddie looked up from his place in the crook of your neck. God, he looked fucking ethereal. The crimson red of your blood was dripping down his chin. His pupils were blown out, eyelids heavy. A few strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, framing his face beautifully.

He licked his lips clean. “You okay baby?” He asked with a smirk. “Felt so good Eddie.” You panted. Eddie licked your neck clean. “God you taste incredible.” He said as he kissed his way up your neck. You realized you still hadn’t even kissed him yet. You tugged his face up by his hair and crushed your lips onto his. You could taste the metallic tang of your own blood lingering on his lips. The kiss was heated, all tongue and teeth, but you couldn’t care less. It was just what you needed.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. “Fuck sweetheart, if I would’ve known biting you turned you on this much I would’ve done it hours ago.” Eddie smirked. “Eddie, I need you.” You were a whining mess, but you were so far gone you didn’t care how you sounded. “Yeah? Then beg for it, pretty girl. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” And beg you did. “Please Eddie. I need you so bad. Need to feel you inside me.” You were breathless. “There’s my good girl. God I missed you.” Eddie said as he reached down to unzip his jeans.

You had been so worked up you hadn’t realized the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Or rather the size of the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. The second you laid eyes on his length, your jaw dropped. Now Eddie had always been on the bigger side, but this was huge. Eddie laughed at your expression. “Yeah that’s another thing that changed. Figured I’d surprise you.” He said with a wink. “Eddie, I could just barely take you before. How am I supposed to now?” You asked, bewildered. “Guess I’ll just have to get you ready first.”

Eddie practically tore your jeans and underwear off. His head dove down between your legs. “Missed this pretty pussy so much.” His hot breath fanning over your core. You didn’t even have a chance to respond before you felt his tongue lick from your folds up to your aching clit. The moan you let out went straight to Eddie's painfully hard cock.

Eddie ate you out like a starved man. His tongue delved through your folds, collecting your slick. He made his way up to your clit, tongue circling around it. You moaned embarrassingly loud as you felt him plunge two of his fingers into your core. The combination of Eddie's fingers hitting that spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and the circles his tongue was making on your clit had you teetering over the edge in seconds.

“Don’t stop Eddie. God please don’t stop.” You begged. “Gonna cum for me sweet girl? Go on, be my good girl and cum for me.” Eddie groaned against your cunt. The vibrations from his voice sent you over the edge. Your first orgasm crashed over you like the strongest of waves. You felt as though you were floating. Eddie brought you back down to earth by rubbing your thighs soothingly.

You lifted your head up to smile down at Eddie. “There she is, my beautiful girl.” You pulled Eddie up until his face was leveled with yours. Eddie tapped the side of your jaw with two fingers. “Open.” You obeyed and watched as he spit into your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed. “Such a good girl. And all it took was for me to die to finally get you to listen.” Eddie said teasingly.

“God just shut up and fuck me already.” You smirked as you reached between your bodies and grabbed his length. “Still got quite a mouth on you though. Careful or I’ll have to wipe that smirk right off your face.” Eddie said as he pinned both your arms above your head with one hand. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You smiled slyly. “I think you already know the answer to that question.” Eddie said as he started to slide into you.

You gasped as you felt him slowly start to fill you. The stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It burned, but in the most delicious way possible. Eddie stilled inside of you once he bottomed out, letting you adjust to his length. “You all good baby?” Eddie asked, searching for discomfort of any kind on your face. “Fuck-yes-god Eddie please just move.” Eddie smirked as he slowly started to pull out of you, only to slam right back in.

The scream you let out was guttural. Eddie quickly moved to cover your mouth with his free hand. “Quiet pretty girl. You don’t want us getting caught do you?” Eddie asked as he slammed into you again, causing another muffled scream to rip through your throat. “I asked you a question.” You quickly shook your head no. “Good girl.” Eddie praised as he started to thrust into you with no remorse.

Eddie brought you closer to the edge with every thrust. The tip of his cock hitting that certain spot inside of you every time. You were a screaming, writhing mess under him. Your eyes started to tear up from how good it all felt. It wasn’t until Eddie moved his hand down between your bodies and started making lazy circles on your clit, that the tears started to fall. You had never felt this much pleasure before. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

“Aww baby, you crying from how good my cock feels?” You nodded vigorously. “Poor girl. Can’t even talk you're so cock drunk.” Eddie sped up his circles on your clit. “Cmon sweet girl, cum for me. I wanna see how good I make you feel.” His words were all you needed to finally send you over the edge. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first. You felt yourself gush around Eddie’s cock. “F-fuck baby, you just squirted. God you’re fucking insatiable.”

You felt Eddie’s movements start to falter. You could tell he was close. “Shit- where do you want it?” Eddie asked. You opened your mouth in response. “You’re a goddamn vixen.” Eddie muttered under his breath as he shuffled up your body. He jerked himself only a couple of times before he was spurting ropes of cum onto your tongue. You swallowed every last bit, not wanting any to go to waste.

Eddie leaned down to kiss you passionately. He could taste himself on your tongue. The kiss was slow and gentle. You were the first to pull away. “That was-“ “I know.” You giggled. “What?” Eddie asked smiling. “It’s just-who would’ve known vampires could be so good at sex.” Eddie playfully slapped your arm. “Shut up.” He said teasingly.

You laid in Eddie’s arms as he traced shapes into the small of your back. “Can you promise me something?” You asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both. “Anything.” Eddie said, without hesitation. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.” You turned your head to look into his eyes. “Baby I promise. After what just happened, you are never getting rid of me.” Eddie teased as he squeezed your shoulder. You giggled softly.

“I love you..” You whispered.

“Forever and always.” Eddie whispered back as he kissed the top of your head.

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[wolftozier]

little teenage werewolf richie tozier fucking up his braces every full moon </3

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Yours forever.

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, vampire!Eddie, possesive!Eddie, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking, some violence, unprotected sex (p in v).

Summary: After the group dragged you away from Eddie's lifeless body, you haven't been the same. You wanted to go back, because you knew something was wrong with it all. No one wanted to let you even close to the gate after El had closed it off again. You tried to tell them something was up, you could feel it, you could feel and hear your boyfriend calling for you. Calling for them, but would they ever listen to you, or would you be needing to take matters into own hands?

"Listen to me, we gotta go back for him! We can't just sit around and do nothing!" you exclaim, tears in your eyes as you were so damn frustrated because of your friends. They wouldn't listen. They only told you you were having a response to the trauma you had encountered, but you knew deep down that was not the case at all.

It was as if you were connected to him, even before the stuff that went down happened. You could feel his pain, and he could feel yours. You always knew when either one of you were in trouble. You knew when either one of you needed help or needed eachother in one way or the other. You always knew how the other felt about a situation or whatever was in front of you at that time, even if you weren't together. You could feel eachother deep down, and you always knew how or where to find eachother. Always.

You could feel him. He was still alive. He was still calling out for you. But this time something was different. You usually felt the warmth from him radiate into you, but this time you felt.. Nothing? It was weird, but you knew he needed help. He needed you.

"Please, don't make this harder then it has to be" Nancy tried to calm you down, but you could only glare at her. She didn't understand either. No one of them did. Not even when they had to pry you off from Eddie's limp, cold and bloody body, they didn't understand. They didn't understand the hurt you went through seeing the love of your life being treated as if he didn't just help every single one of you with the bats. With the situation you all were in. He was a hero. He was your hero.

Nancy pulled away from you when you practically hissed at her. She knew you were hurt. She knew how much Eddie meant to you. Every single one of them knew, but they didn't wanna put up with going back for him. And it annoyed the hell out of you that they didn't even seem to care to as much as even try to check up on him when you told them you could feel it. You knew he needed help. You knew he was still alive.

"You're still healing, please just stay home this weekend, okay? Me and Robs will be back later to give you some food" Nancy reassured you.

This was how you could go back to him. Every one of them would be busy with whatever they needed to do, and you would be alone. You could get back to him. You could help him.

You put together a plan in your head as you showed your friends out, making mental notes as to what you needed to bring, and what you needed to do to help him back. This was gonna be it. You would finally be back in his arms. He would finally be with you again. You would finally be together again.

"Please, take care" Steve said as he hugged you tight, making you breathless by how tight he hugged you as you tapped his shoulder friendly, chuckling slightly.

"I will, Stevie, don't worry" you reassured him with a soft smile as he nodded at you, holding you at arms length as he smiled.

"Please, never hesitate to call me if you need anything, I'm here for you"

God damn it, did he really have to be so god damn sappy right now? You just wanted to get them all out of your house so you could go over to Eddie's old trailer and get him back again.

Once they finally left after giving you smothering hugs, and once you made sure you were alone, you ran up to your bedroom to gather some things that could help, and some water and snacks, because, he would be hungry and thirsty, right? Wouldn't hurt to bring it with anyways.

"I'm coming baby, just hold on a bit longer, please" you whispered, hoping Eddie could feel how much you needed and wanted to be there with him. You knew he could feel you, because the closer you got to his trailer, the more your entire body was shaking and needing to be there for and with him.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw how abandoned the entire trailer park had become. And the sight of his trailer made you wanna cry, but you knew you had to keep it together, or else you wouldn't make it at all without bawling your eyes out.

You pried open the door to your car once you stopped your car in front of the trailer, swallowing a hard lump as you gripped onto the steering wheel so hard your knuckles whitened.

"Okay, here goes nothing" you spoke to yourself, prying yourself out of your car almost as you dreaded the sight that might've meet you once you got to the upside down.

You took a deep breath as you walked closer to the stairs, looking around you to make sure no one was around, and when you made sure of it, you walked up the few steps that were to the trailer, taking another deep breath as you totally blacked out.

He was there. He called for you. You could feel him. He needed you. He knew you were close. He knew you were there to help him.

''I'm coming, baby!" you said as you pried open the door, your breath hitching in your throat again as you looked inside. The trailer was completely trashed, but El had done a good job at getting mostly everything back to what it used to be. It wasn't an open space anymore as it was when the earthquake the town called it had hit. The trailer was mostly whole again, so to say.

You heard someone say your name faintly, looking around, you saw no one.

You looked up at the ceiling, and there it was. The portal that kept you and your other half away from eachother. But soon. Soon baby. You thought to yourself as you reached for a chair to help you reach the portal. It was still active, but not as active as it used to be, which was a good sign. You had an opportunity to get him back.

"I'm coming Eddie!" you exclaimed towards the portal as you used a broom to open the portal, flinching away from the stuff that fell down to the floor, as you counted inside you to keep yourself calm. Not wanting to go back to the day you last saw him. The last time you used this portal. The day your life changed for the worse.

"Help"

That brought you right back to where you needed to be. He needed you. And that soon as fucking possible.

You hoisted yourself up on the chair again, jumping just enough to reach the ledge for the portal as you pulled yourself upwards as good as you could, cursing yourself for not trying to do some push ups here and there to build some muscles.

You hit the mattress on the other side with a loud tud, all the air in your lungs disappeared as you laid there for a minute, trying to catch your breath again.

As you look up to the ceiling, all the memories comes rushing back. The screams you heard from Eddie when the demo bats were eating him alive. The way Dustin was crying and screaming for help as you lunged yourself towards them, hitting demo bats left and right to get them to leave your boyfriend alone.

"Please, please, baby, please" you begged, falling down on your knees besides your bloody boyfriend, tears streaming down your face as you held his head in your lap, Dustin sitting beside you and crying like his life depended on it. It broke your heart even more seeing and hearing how broken Dustin was over his hero.

"Please, I'm here" you cried. Holding onto him so hard, as he looked up at you with teary eyes as he chuckled slightly, coughing up some blood.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" he choked out, which made you cry even more. No, no, no, this was not happening, no. NO!.

You stood up, wiping away the tears that had escaped as someone screamed your name, pulling you out of your head quickly, you took your bag and ran out of the trailer.

"Eddie?" you called out, trying to listen. The feeling of being back completely forgotten as you saw a silhouette lurking in the shadows behind a trailer.

Weird, there shouldn't be anyone here.

Suddenly all your blood ran cold, and you got chills all over your body when something, someone or something ran past you so fast, you couldn't even figure out what or who it was. All the breath in your lungs escaping once again when you smelled the whiff of him. It was him.

"Am I imagining things, or is that really you?" he said. You knew that voice. You knew who he was. But his voice was a bit.. Distorted? It didn't quite sound like him, but at the same time it did?

"Eds?" you spoke softly, squinting at the silhouette in front of you as he came out of the shadows, his eyes bright red for a hot second, startling you as you slightly jumped, his hands were held up, showing you he meant no harm.

"It is you" he spoke softly, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he walked slowly towards you. Your heart jumped over several heartbeats as you saw him again. He was alive after all.

You ran towards him, leaping into his arms as you cried. He chuckled, catching you without falling, which was kinda surprising, but you didn't care at the moment. He was alive. He seemed stronger somehow, even if he was still your lean and skinny boyfriend.

"Hey baby" he said softly, kissing your exposed neck as you cried into his arms.

"You're alive, you're alive!" you cried out. He just held you and let you cry it out, stroking your back softly as he cooed at you, trying to calm you down.

He was alive. You knew it. You knew he was alive all this time. And no one of your friends wanted to even listen to what you had to say. Called you crazy or blamed it on the trauma. But you knew the connection you and he had, was out of this world. Nothing would change it.

It's been weeks since you helped Eddie, and it's been weeks since you let your friends into your home. It's been weeks since you hung out with them at your house, but you weren't ready to tell them just yet. You wanted to tell them, ofcourse, but it wasn't time yet. You tried to nurse Eddie back to normal, but you learned the first day something was different about him, and he knew too.

The first time he felt the urge for blood was a shocker for the both of you. You knew deep down that something had changed for the worst within him, but he tried to conceal it the best he could, and you were so proud of him for actually trying.

You knew you wanted to help him all you could, and every single way you could, you just didn't know that this is what it all would come down to.

You were laying down in your bed, him on top of you, still inside you after some mindblowing sex as he sucked on your neck at first, before his teeth dug into your flesh. It felt euphoric to be this connected to him. Having him drink your blood to survive. It should probably creep you out, but somehow, in a very weird and strange way, it turned you on.

And you never for the life of you, had you anticipated to be turned on by having him drink your blood like this at all. You could feel him smirk against your skin as you couldn't hold in the moans leaving your lips as he drank from you.

You could feel his dick twitch inside you by the sounds you made, which turned you on even more. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he hisses slightly, letting go of your neck as he looked at you, a bit of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth as he smiled.

"I love you" he smiled as you wiped away the discarded blood trail, his lips wrapping around your finger as he licked it clean, moaning around your finger as his eyes fell shut.

He let go of your finger, pinching his finger with a fang as he gave you his finger to suck on. This had become a habit by now after you learned his blood had healing powers for you so you didn't have to walk around with fang marks all over for people to see since no one knew he was still alive, and a vampire at that.

You were planning on telling the gang this weekend, but you just didn't know if you were gonna reveal to them that he was a vampire or not.

"Atta girl" he cooed you as you licked the blood off of his finger, still not used to the taste of it, but you could definitely get used to it if it meant that Eddie would be in your life.

You whimpered slightly when Eddie cooed, he knew what he was doing, turning you into mush by his words. But you had learned he had become slightly more cocky since he turned. Which, to be completely honest with yourself, made you incredibly wet seeing how Eddie now carried himself and was a bit more sure about what he did and how he did things after he became a vampire. He wasn't the annoying type of cocky, but the sexy and handsome kind of cocky, which made it even more difficult for you to keep your hands to yourself. Which didn't really matter at all when you were together, because he couldn't keep his hands off of you either.

Sure, you absolutely adored your sweet and caring boyfriend he used to be, which he still was to some degree, but he was more confident, which suited him like a good pair of gloves.

"I love you" you finally said back at him as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning down to push a soft kiss to your lips before he pulled out of you, you both hissing slightly from the sensitivity of it all and the loss of contact before he kissed you again, getting completely lost in the feeling of being close to eachother.

You didn't even remember falling asleep as you woke up with him still on top of you, softly snoring slightly as you caressed his back with light featherly strokes up and down as he hummed happily in his sleep, stirring slightly on top of you.

"Baby" you cooed softly at him, brushing away his bangs before placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He stirred and mumbled something you couldn't dechiper as his eyes opened, the red tint of them scaring you again before they went back to his brown beautiful orbs as he smiled at you.

"Hi baby" he smiled, pecking your lips softly before he rolled over, stretching besides you as he let out a dramatic sound as he did so, making you laugh.

"Shower?" you asked, leaning over on your side to look at him, admiring the view in front of you as you trailed a finger down from his chest and down to his torso and up again, your eyes landing on his as he gave you a smirk.

"Absolutely" he smirked, jumping off of the bed and lifting you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a bag of rice to him, making you yelp in surprise, giggling like an idiot when he walked with you like that to your bathroom.

The strength he had after he turned would never cease to amaze you, it felt euphoric that your tiny boyfriend were able to lift you like you were air over his shoulder.

He was always strong, that's for sure, but this was different. He could always manhandle you in bed whenever the lust took over, but the fact he was able to lift you and pick you up like air and throw you over his shoulder always surprised you, no matter how many times it happened, or would happen in the future.

He gave your butt a few playful spanks as he chuckled, laughing with you as he held your legs in place with the other hand as to not get kicked in the balls again as you did the first time he picked you up like this.

He didn't put you down before he had stepped into the shower, making sure the water was hot before he stepped inside, giving your side a playful bite, making you yelp and laugh before he put you down and let you stand on your own feet.

After your shower and another mindblowing round of sex until the water almost turned completely cold on you, you stepped out of the shower as your phone rang, which you almost ran to catch before it stopped, picking it up a bit out of breath, still naked after your shower as Eddie came up behind you, pressing himself close to you as he placed soft kisses to your shoulder as you spoke into the phone.

"Hello?" you spoke a bit out of breath, the smile in your voice evident when you spoke.

"Hi to you too, stranger" Steve chuckled on the other end.

Shit. You had completely forgotten about it. You had plans to go out with him and your friends tonight.

"I'm so sorry, Stevie, I'll be there in a few!" you said in a haste as he chuckled on the other end, scoffing slightly.

"No, no, I'll come get you and we can meet Robs and Nance there" he reassured you. "Be there in 40" he halfly asked, as you nodded, trying not to be distracted by Eddie's touches as he kissed your shoulder, cupping your tits as his boner was pressed against your butt.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good Steve, see you" you ushered, hanging up before he had the opportunity to say anything else as you turned around in Eddie's embrace, giving him a soft glare as you scolded him with your eyes.

"We don't got much time, I gotta get ready too" you ushered, and Eddie just nodded, picking you up again, walking to your bedroom and tossing you onto your bed as he climbed in between your legs, not wasting a single second in making you cum atleast 3 times before he made himself cum, filling you up, pulling out of you eventually and patting your pussy lightly, chuckling to himself as he smirked at you, leaning up to peck your lips as you laid there breathless, chuckling, trying to catch your breath.

"Now be a good girl for me and keep that inside for me through the entire night, and I'll fill you right up again when you get home"

God damn it. He would definitely be your undoing for sure if he kept this up. And you didn't know if you hated him for it, or if it made you love him even more when he acted like this.

He helped you pick out your outfit, watching you get dressed, giving you a wolf whistle here and there as he watched you get ready, palming his dick as a joke most times when you looked back at him as you rolled your eyes at his antics.

You gave him a last twirl of your outfit and yourself as he stood there in the doorway to the bathroom as you fixed the last finishing touches to your hair in the mirror.

"God damn baby, if you weren't mine already I would be so god damn jealous of the guys who would be allowed to see you like this tonight" he said as he bit his bottom lip.

How could he still manage to make you blush so damn hard? Fuck.

"I wish you could join us" you pouted, walking into his arms as he opened them for you to come close, kissing the top of your head as you laid your head against his chest. Despite being a vampire, he was still kinda hot to the touch, which surprised you.

"I know baby, soon" he reassured you as you looked up at him. He took the opportunity to peck your lips softly as he hummed against your lips, smiling.

"Love you" he said softly as he pulled away from your lips slightly, pecking your lips once more as his hands traveled down to your butt to squeeze your cheeks hard before letting go of you completely when someone rang the doorbell.

"Have fun tonight, and I'll be here when you get back" he smiled at you as you reached up to peck his lips once more before you pull away from him to meet Steve as he rang the doorbell again.

"Jeez, I'm coming!"

It was very weird hanging out with your friends again after all this time. You wanted to talk about Eddie so much, but you tried to keep it cool.

Every single one of them commented on how much better you looked and how happy you seemed to be. They wanted to ask if you were doing well considering Eddie, but they thought it was better to keep it cool as you seemed like yourself again in their eyes. They were happy you were doing so good despite the last time you hung out it didn't go as they wanted it to.

But here you were, having the best time of your life since Eddie came back into your life, dancing on the dancefloor with your friends, Steve busting out some goofy moves to impress a girl as you, Nance and Robin danced together, mocking Steve's moves silently as you giggled to yourself, nursing a drink in your hands.

"I love you guys so much" Robin rambled on as she clung onto both you and Nance, making you both laugh at her drunken state as she hiccuped, a goofy grin on her face.

"We love you too, Robs" Nancy reassured her, and the grin on Robins face widened when she said it.

"I have completely lost my spark" Steve said, interrupting your little conversation, making all your heads shoot up at his sad face as you bursted out laughing at him.

"What do you mean, you lost your spark?" you chuckle at him, and he pouts even more when he mock him the way you do, making you laugh harder.

"Oh, don't be a sourpuss Stevie, tell me, what do you mean?" you tried again, collecting yourself as you straightened up, making eye contact with him as he huffed hard.

"Can you please be serious for just one minute? This is serious" he pouted, and you all straightened up as you cleared your throats in unison, all your focus on Steve.

"Talk to us, all mighty Steve"

This made him roll his eyes at you all, chuckling slightly as he rubbed his chin as if he was deep in thought.

"You guys are gonna be the death of me" he said as he laughed, shaking his head at you all in laughter.

"I have lost my spark, I can't even pick up a girl if my god damn life depended on it" he huffed after a while, which made you all chuckle at him before you straightened up, tapping his shoulder as you tsk'd at him.

"Dear sweet Harrington, you haven't lost your spark, you just gotta take some dance lessons, and you'll be fine" you reassured him, which he just huffed at, pushing your hand from his shoulder off as you gasped dramatically.

"Oh my, the big all mighty Harrington doesn't want my advice!" you exclaimed dramatically as he pushed you playfully.

"Fuck you" he laughed, shaking his head at you again in laughter.

"Aw, now you're just being mean" you pouted back as he headlocked you, ruffling your hair as you laughed and squealed.

"Steve, let me go!" you laughed, crying out as you tried to get loose from his grip, but he didn't let go at all, just held you there as he laughed.

He eventually let go of you, as you tried to get your hair back in place as you huffed, shoving him playfully as you shook your head at him.

"Douche" you huffed, and he jsut gave you a big grin. "Smoke?" you asked, pulling out your packet from Eddie's leather jacket you got from Wayne after the stuff went down. You always used the jacket, even if you couldn't zip it properly, it was still a piece of him.

Steve nodded as he placed his hand at the small of your back, leading you outside to the regular smoking spot you always used to go to when you were at this bar.

"I'll be back in a bit, just gotta piss" Steve announced once you got oustide. You were so used to him hopping off straight away every single time, so you just shrugged your shoulders and went to the spot as you lighted a cig.

"Well, well, well" a deep voice startled you, making you choke on the smoke you just inhaled.

"Aren't you a sexy piece of meat" he hiccuped as he came closer to you, making you step back a few steps, getting caught between him and a wall with nowhere to go. He reeked of alcohol, and you could feel your heart skip several beats as you gulped slightly.

"Please, leave me alone" you said poorly, maybe a bit too low for him to even hear, trying to hide in one way or the other as your heart was racing like crazy.

"Leave her alone!" someone screamed as the guy was pushed harshly to the side, a big oumph leaving his lips as he hit the pavement hard. You could hear a loud crunching sound when Eddie's fist connected to the guy's face. Ouch. "She. Is. Mine!" he growled, hitting the guys face with every word until he spat at his face. Why was this turning you on?

"You okay princess?" Eddie said softly as he raised himself from the guy's body, walking over to you and cupped your cheek.

Eddie? What was he even doing here?

"What are you doing here?" you whispered a bit too loud, your eyes as big as saucers as you looked at your boyfriend in front of you.

"Shit, I'm so sorr.." Steve came running as he had heard what went down, struggling to close his zipper on his jeans as he ran over to you, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw the one person he had no idea was still alive.

"Eddie?!" he choked out, his eyes still big as he looked at the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me Harrington, don't cream your pants now"

"Dude! You're alive?!"

"Well, not exactly, but I'm here" he chuckled, pulling you into his embrace as you inhaled the scent of him, calming down once you had his arms wrapped around you again.

"Fuck" Steve huffed. "Wait, what do you mean not exactly?"

"It's a long story bro, I'll tell you one day, but not right now, let me just tend to my girlfriend, and we'll talk eventually, okay?"

Steve just nodded eagerly, not sure what to say or do in this situation at all. You didn't really blame him one bit at all, you would probably react the same way if you didn't know or got to know in this way that he was still alive.

"But please, don't tell anyone" Eddie warned, as Steve hummed out some mhm's, agreeing to whatever Eddie told him as Eddie chuckled.

"It's good to see you man, but now I gotta go" Eddie smiled, as Steve gave him thumbs up, and off you were, walking with Eddie back to your place.

If it weren't for Eddie being this strong, or this fast, you would've complained the entire walk home, but he carried you the entire way once you were out of sight for Steve, just keeping you close and telling you to hold on as you wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of him.

Once you got inside, he walked up to your room, tossing you on the bed as he discarded his shirt, the sight of him making you whimper, the pool in your panties increasing.

He crawled over you, hovering over you as he chuckled, seeing how lust-blown your eyes were as he leaned down towards your ear, whispering.

"You're mine" he practically growled against your neck, his fangs grazing your skin softly. His warm breath creating goosebumps all over your body, and the pool in your panties became more and more uncomfortable as this went on. You were his. And would always be. No one could ever replace him, and you were at his mercy whenever he called for you or wanted you.

"Yes" you whispered back, your lungs collapsing almost with how little air that were left in them as he chuckled.

"What was that?" he growled against your skin again, his fangs grazing your skin again as you moaned. You couldn't help it. You needed him so bad. More than ever. You needed him to claim you as his. You needed him to make it impossible for you to even think about any other guy. As if you would ever want any other guy besides Eddie anyways.

"I'm yours" you whimpered, and he placed a kiss to your neck as he hummed against your skin, pressing his boner against your clothed pussy as he moaned.

"Mm, say it again"

"I'm yours, only yours" you practically cried out, needing him so bad you could probably cry if he asked you if you needed him or as much as lifted his head to look at you.

"I'm hungry" he growled, and you whimpered again. "Such pretty sounds coming from you, fuck, you drive me crazy"

"Please" you whimpered at him, your arms wrapping around his neck, but he wouldn't have it. He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head with one hand as he cupped your breast hard.

"Use your words, princess" he encouraged, lifting his head with a huge smirk on his lips, looking at you with lust-blown eyes too.

"Fuck me. I need you to fuck me so hard I forget there even exsist other guys in this god forsaken world"

"Atta girl" he groaned, his eyes rolling at the back of his head from your words, ripping off your panties, not bothering to save them as he freed himself, without warning, he pushed himself inside you, moaning loudly as you tried to catch your breath, screaming out a loud fuck as he did.

"Just. Mine" he growled, thrusting into you with each word hard. "Only. Fucking. Mine" another hard thrusts were served to you.

"Yours forever" you cried out, his fangs attaching to your neck as you gasped, serving you several other hard thrusts. And you were sure you would be so sore later on that you could barely sit properly by how hard he fucked into you. But you couldn't complain one bit, because this was exactly what you needed. What you wanted. You were his. Forever.

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[alwaysteveswife]

Yours From Head To Toe | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader.

a/n: I'm a bit sick and haven't been able to write, which is terrible, because I've been really inspired lately. Anyway, I made this shot for my best friend a few days ago and I liked it quite a bit, so here it is 💕.

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Vampire! Eddie, Hunter! Reader, a bit seductive [I think lol], Fluff.

Words: 1.2 k

Eddie opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling a stabbing pain on the right side of his head. He moaned softly as he tried to get up from the cold floor, he couldn't remember where he was or how he had gotten there, he could barely make out the place.

All around him was ashes; trees were burned, lying on the ground and covering some debris. As he tried to stand up, his hand collided with a silver object. He opened his eyes, startled. It was your necklace.

"Shit" He whispered, grabbing it quickly from the ashes "shit, shit".

He wanted to look around for it, but there was no sign of life. Tears began to cover his sight as he squeezed the mark on his forearm tightly. He looked everywhere for you, but there was no sign of you or any other corpse.

Wearily, he lay on the ground, watching the sky grow darker by the minute. He felt a mixture of emotions; on the one hand, he was happy not to have found your lifeless body, but on the other hand, he had no idea where you were, he didn't know if you were still alive, he knew absolutely nothing.

"God" he covered his eyes from the sun, looking towards the forest "what do I do now?"

He took a breath and tried to concentrate on keeping his sanity. He didn't know how long he was like this, but, for what seemed like hours, he could do nothing but think over and over again about how this could be the end of his happiness, the end of his relationship with you.

When he opened his eyes again the sky was already covered by a blanket of stars that reminded him of the night he first met you. He felt so pathetic.

"Idiot" he growled, sitting down on the ground and staring at the dirt road, and that's when it hit him. There were tire tracks, and not just any tire tracks, but the ones from the car he shared with Steve.

A huge smile took over his face at that very moment. He took advantage of his superior physical condition to follow the tracks and, in less than ten minutes, he was in front of a simple two-story cabin.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the air around him. You were here, he could feel it. He looked at the windows, following his sense of smell to the one furthest to the right. He climbed up to the roof as fast as he could, walking carefully to the window where he was almost certain you were.

When he peered out he could make out a lump under the violet sheets. The flame of the fire lamp glowed fleetingly. He grabbed the bottom of the window and opened it without measuring his strength. You rose quickly from your bed and pointed your pistol at him.

"Honey" smiled at the sight of you. Not even a day had passed and already he missed you as if centuries had passed "it's you".

"E-Eddie?" your hands lowered the gun, tossing it to the floor as you approached him "it's you? Is it really you?"

"God, I thought I couldn't see..." before he could finish speaking, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to you, kissing him desperately.

Eddie closed his eyes as soon as he reacted, following your rhythm. He lowered his hand to your waist and kept the other on the back of your head, stroking your hair.

"I thought I'd lost you" you murmured in the middle of the kiss, still not breaking away from his lips.

This time the one who started the kiss was Eddie. He cupped both your cheeks, kissing you deeply, trying to make you see that he was there, trying to make you understand that he was by your side again. Carefully, he laid you down on the bed, never leaving in contact with your skin.

"I thought the same thing" he said in the huskiest voice, breathing shakily.

Eddie fixed his gaze on your bare neck, on the smooth, tanned skin that was so characteristic of you. He licked his lips unconsciously.

"Honey, I..."

"Do it, please" you murmured, bringing your hands to his shoulders, pulling him close until his lips brushed against your neck and his nose against your ear.

He moaned softly. Your scent was so much stronger at this distance, too irresistible.

"It might hurt" he murmured, lightly licking the area between your shoulder and neck, smiling as he felt you tremble slightly as you let out a sigh.

"I don't care, I just want to feel like you're real" you whispered, tugging on his hair lightly.

Eddie swallowed saliva, bringing his fangs out into the light and grazing your skin with them. You had talked about this before, the idea of transforming you and both of you being out of danger was too tempting to pass up.

"If it hurts tell me, I'll stop right away" he just smiled against your skin as he felt you shake your head in approval.

He kissed the exact spot where he felt your blood travel through your veins. From there he could feel your heart pounding.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you" he whispered before piercing your skin with his sharp fangs.

Your grip on his hair tightened, a moan of pain made him question if he was doing the right thing, but there was no turning back now.

He began to drink your blood, lightly squeezing your hips. It was too sweet. He enjoyed every last drop he could afford, licking his bottom lip as he pulled away from you.

From above you looked like a mess, he could understand why you loved being in this position. His hand went straight to your neck, touching the mark of his fangs.

"Hey" he took your hand, moving closer to your face and bringing your foreheads together "I got you."

He couldn't help but let out a laugh as you looked at his lips.

"What's up cutie? Want to taste what your blood tastes like?" he smiled as he watched you nod. He wasn't planning on denying you one of a vampire's greatest pleasures.

He caressed your cheek, kissing it carefully so as not to cause you pain. The taste of your blood grew stronger now that you were kissing, and you seemed to notice. You placed a hand on his neck, pulling him even closer to you.

Your fangs, which you had learned to pull out sooner than he thought, pierced his lower lip, causing you both to let out a gasp.

"So this is what it feels like to taste my blood" you murmured, licking his lower lip "I'd like to taste more."

"Take as much as you want" he brought your hand towards his chest, trying to look as serious as possible "Even if my heart doesn't beat like a human's, even if my body can't give you warmth, you can take as much as you want from me."

Eddie squeezed your hand lightly, nervous. Your greenish eyes were too deep, too mesmerizing.

"I'm yours from head to toe, Y/N."

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[magnoliabutters]

• THE DEVIL OF HELLFIRE •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; violence, blood (he be vampin'), mentioned; hostage & kidnapper dynamics, internal dialogue/processing, etc.

word count: ~3.3k

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stories of eddie munson series •  season two • 

note: inspired by @steveshairychest & this post, fantastic ideas y'all, check 'em out; it's a rather short part for this series, but i think we can take our time with it ♥️ we finally get to meet kas, i hope you like him...

Lightheaded. That’s the last thing you’ll ever feel as you collapse into your killer’s arms. Familiar arms, but you're not sure why. You hear sucking against your skin. You smell nothing, not a single thing to identify this entity. You feel your blood trickling down your collarbone and chest. It’s a lot - a lot of blood.

A rush of energy pulls you out of this darkening vision. Your eyes blink open, widely, as you take in the scene before you. With a quick decision, you dig your elbow deep within the gut of your killer. Their arms let go of you as a loud grunt escapes their lips. You run like a bat out of hell. You run as fast as you can, desperate to get out of this new version of Hawkins. Back to the school.

You feel the adrenaline bursting through your body as you run, faster than you ever have, to the border of this hellish place. Your breath is heavy and rapid. You feel like you're running low on oxygen. There's not enough in the air. The streets are dark. Those eery blackened veins are covering the road signs. Your home town is now unrecognizable.

At a crossroads, you decide to run left - hoping that may take you to safety. You continue running as fast as you can. A part of you is shocked that you've maintained your speed. That's when you hear it. A rustling of leaves. Your heart drops and you turn to your right, praying to see a rabbit or a deer as its cause. Unfortunately, there is nothing. Nothing but pitch black darkness. All you see is the cloudy breath in front of you. Your hair begins to stand on its ends. Your heart begins to beat faster, so fast that you can hear and feel it. You are terrified.

“What was that for?” a voice appears behind you. It sounds ... It sounds like... You turn around. Your eyes are huge saucers as your brows pull together in a mixture of excitement and sadness. His name escapes your lips softly, "Eddie?" You take in a sharp breath. A pale shell of a man stands before you. A smile across his face with blood falling from his lips. You note sharpened teeth hiding behind his grin. A huge blood soaked stain on his shirt making what was bleach white now deeply crimson. His - no, a black and white bandana across his forehead. Curls puffing out beneath its tie.

Your gut screams that the individual before you is a stranger, an absolute stranger. Yet, he has the face of an angel - your angel.

The man before you looks at you with amusement and a slight twitch to his eye. “Wrong answer, try again,” he laughs. Your eyes rake his face, his hair, his body. Physically, there is nothing different. No way to discern what part was the love of your life and what part is your apparent killer. His paleness and sharpened teeth continue to pull you out the rumination. His fair skin honestly brought out his chocolate eyes even more. But this - this thing in front of you? This is not yours.

“Who are you?” you ask with a shaken tone as you shuffle a few steps back. He follows you with excitement. His eyes watching you as though you are prey. His neck extends as his shoulders come to his ears. “See, I thought we were guessing,” he shrugs with a smile. “Where were you going?” he asks innocently with a slight tilt to his head. “I’m leaving,” you say weakly. Your lips involuntarily quivering in fear.

The man walks up to you. His face floating beside your neck. You feel those familiar curls brush against your shoulder. It's so confusing. “And who said you could do that?” he whispers as he brushes your hair back once more. He eyes the side of your neck that isn’t already gushing blood. You place your hand against his chest. You attempt to push him off but it required so much effort. Eventually, he let you push him off of you.

He swiftly moves in front of you, blocking your way. “I want to go home,” you whisper, holding back your tears. He sucks his tongue against his front teeth. “Honey, you don’t have a home,” he says with laughter. “Wanna know why?” His body moves closer to yours, smooth like a snake about to pounce. “Because you’re dead,” he whispers into your ear. He tongues those ivory fangs before licking your sensitive skin.

“Just!” you yell, as you feel his hot breath against your skin. “Just tell me what you want and-and then I get-get to leave - alive,” you mutter sternly. Your gaze still at this chest, not wanting to look into those chocolate eyes. “What I want is swimming inside your body,” he says as he circles his finger in your face. “There’s nothing else you can offer that would beat that-" He interrupts himself to think. A smile sprawling across his lips is now something that causes you fear. "Not unless..." he trails off playfully.

“Not unless what?” you ask with fear stuck in your throat. “You can suck me off,” he whispers as he bites his lip. You pull away from him in shock as he bursts into maniacal laughter. “Just kidding,” he scoffs. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He begins to walk around you. His eyes rake you up and down as a beaming smile grows upon his face. “I need Henderson,” he mutters. “If you bring me the boy, I’ll let you live - easy as that.” He shrugs as he walks around you once more.

“W-what are you going to do with him?” you hesitantly question. The man laughs as he clicks his tongue. “Hm, no questions from the audience.” He leans in once more. His cold finger trails your cheek bones down to your jaw. “Yes or no?” he asks. You are disgusted. You take a step back as you feel bitterness in your mouth. “No, I’m not bringing him here for you to kill him!” you yell as you place more space between you two.

He rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “Is his life more important than yours?” he asks with a growing smirk. You remain silent, unsure of your answer. He steps closer to you once again. You step back only to back into a nearby tree. His hands float to your waist and pull you closer against his groin. You shake in his embrace, unclear if this will be your last. “He’s not worth your life,” he whispers as he leans closer to your mouth.

Your eyes remain on his, fearful for your life. “I’ll let you live,” he says nonchalantly. His mouth draws closer to yours. “But you’ll be staying with me for a while,” he whispers with a grin. “What’s your name?” he genuinely asks. You take in a shaky breath as tears well in your eyes. Confusion written all over your face. He doesn't know who you are?“Y/n,” you whisper. “Beautiful name,” he says as he licks his bottom lip. His eyes now fall upon yours. Slowly, he leans in and presses his cool mouth against you. This is the first time you were able to recognize Eddie within this interaction. You feel him, deep inside this hardened shell of a being.

As the man pulls back, his eyes slowly opening, his thumb rubs against your hip bone. “I’m Kas,” he smiles. “And boy, are you pretty.” You watch in horror as your sweet boy has somehow become a monster in a span of days. “Kas?” you repeat. “It sounds better coming from your mouth, darlin’,” he laughs. You watch him in absolute shock. You tremble in his proximity. Your mind is working hard to comprehend that someone who looks like your Eddie is not your Eddie.

“Follow me,” he whispers as his finger curls back to him. A smile pours over his face. You barely move your head left to right, but you can feel yourself shaking - wanting to say no. He walks forward and then turns back suddenly. You jump from your stance. You note that any movement he makes is no longer comforting. “Wait, I haven’t met you before, right?” he laughs lightly. “W-what?” you say as you release a breath. “Have we met?” he asks again as he swings his finger between you. He slyly steps forward and pushes your chin up with that same finger.

You wince at his touch. Another thing that pains you. You should never feel your skin crawl when Eddie touches you. This isn’t Eddie, you remind yourself. “I have never met you,” you whisper as you pull your chin from him. His soft face grows into another smile. “Good!” he smiles as he reaches for her hand. “If you did, I would've had to kill you," he responds nonchalantly as he walks off, pulling at his grip. "Now, come on." You're frozen still, but he continues to drag you to whether he intends. He has excitement in his eyes. A goofy laugh falls from his lips as he pulls you off the road and into the woods.

You rush behind him. Your feet have a hard time catching up. You watch as your town has completely changed into something so deranged and scary. Those small, thin black roots that you saw coming in are now huge, at least a good foot tall. The air is muggier, colder. He jumps over a huge thick vein acting as a dam for, what used to be, a strong river. “Careful with those,” he says as he points back. You nod and carefully step over it. It’s texture looks wet and disgusting.

“Vecna doesn’t like when they get stepped on,” Kas mentions as he gently supports your elbow as you cross. You still shudder at his touch, but your face shoots towards him as soon as “Vecna” left his lips. Vecna was an evil villain in Eddie’s campaign. Why was he talking about that now? “It’s just a little further,” he says with a smile. His energy is ecstatic and vibrant. He resembles an excited child, just like Eddie did.

With another few scrambling steps, he climbs up a rope ladder that swings against a tree. You follow it to see a rather large tree house in the middle of the woods. You take a look around and realize that you have absolutely no idea where you are. There are no clear signs that can point you home. “Come on!” he yells in excitement. Your body starts to panic. The oxygen is escaping your lungs once again.

A ticklish sensation on your outer wrist pulls your attention. You turn to note the heavy blood streaming down your right arm. “Kas,” you mumble as you watch the blood actively trickling onto your collar bone. He jumps into the wooden tree house above you. He peers down the opening. You look up to see his sweet face. In this lighting, in this direction, he looks like your Eddie. Why can't he be your Eddie?

"What's wrong?" he asks, absolutely clueless. “I-I can’t climb,” you whine as your shoulder crashes against the trunk. That lightheaded feeling returning as your legs begin to feel wobbly. Kas jumps down immediately, not at all phased by the distance of the fall. “Hey sweetness,” he says as his hands hold each side of your shoulders. He prompts you up against the trunk, enjoying his work. With a smile, he then takes a finger and pricks it with his right fang. He lightly taps it against the two holes dug deep within your skin.

Within seconds, you feel undeniably better. You roll out your shoulder in shock. “Hurry up, slow poke,” says as he jumps onto the rope again. You laugh, partly because you've just witnessed a miracle but also out of complete shock. You reach for the rope. It feels rough and textured against your hand. It's thickened bristles poke you. You giggle again. Why does this rope feel so funky? You grip against it harder, feeling all those bristles dig against your palm. Suddenly, you lose your grip. Suddenly, you lose everything as you fall onto your back in the cold dirt. You feel slime against your hand. You attempt to hold your head up but it's incredibly heavy. You manage to look over to see that you feel atop a few of those disgusting veins before your eyes roll back and you drift off into a mind-numbing sleep.

Your eyelashes flutter. Your head aches and burns. A gentle hand pushes your hair back. “Didn’t expect you to make it,” he coos. You open your eyes to see a smile spread across his lips. Those two pointed teeth flash behind his thick upper lip. “Welcome back to the living, darlin',” he whispers with a light laugh. You push your brows together, wincing from a pretty powerful headache. “Eddie?” you ask, still unsure if the last 24 hours was a nightmare or reality.

His tilts his head. His right eye squinting as he watches your confusion. “It’s Kas,” he says sternly. “Do not call me that again.” He stands, cursing under his breath as he walks into the other room. You gasp. It’s slowly starting to sink in. This is the new reality. You’re in Hell Hawkins and the man you love is gone. Gone, just like they said.

You hesitantly pull yourself up without issue. Your hand floats to your neck. It doesn't feel any bumps, pain, scabs, or bruising. Your neck is fine. How is it fine? With barely opened eyes, you turn to see red devils everywhere. You immediately recognize the devil of Hellfire club, despite its many alterations, painted over the wood paneled walls. It’s horns harsh and more curved. It’s ears like yellow bat wings. They are larger than normal and expand over at least one full wall. The fangs now bloodied across its bleached teeth.

Kas comes back into view as he crouches in the corner of the room. His eyes rest upon you in excitement as his hands smoosh the sides of his cheeks. “What happened?" you ask with a coarse voice. He giggles with glee. “I’ve never shared my blood before,” he states. “It was an experiment and look! You lived!” He claps his hands together proudly as his smile grows larger. "Good thing you were asleep the last couple days 'cause you fell on a few of those vines I was telling you about," he whispers as he grabs hold of a stool nearby. He sits on it before you. "Vecna would have killed you on the spot if you didn't already look dead."

Your brows pull together as you attempt to wrangle your control of this headache. You recognize that you are laying on a couch. You look down to see that your bloodied clothes are gone and you are now in one of Eddie's grey sweatpants and hellfire shirts. "A few days?" you ask as you place your hand to your temple. You apply pressure to aid the pain. Your mind races. Who is taking care of Pete? Is he okay? Does he think you abandoned him? "Yeah, it's honestly probably been closer to a week now. But who's counting?" he laughs as he shrugs.

You shake your head as you weakly push yourself up off your side. "Where did you get these clothes?" you ask as you try to catch your breath. "I found 'em in this old trailer," he shares. "Man, do you usually ask so many questions?" You look at him in confusion and disgust. "Yeah, when I find out I've been unconscious for a few days, I usually ask a few questions," you spit out sarcastically. "How did I get in them?" you ask sternly. Fear collapses your heart as you await the answer.

"I helped you out," Kas mumbles, pouting as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You undressed me," you restate with disappointment. "What?" he scoffs. "Was I supposed to leave you in all that blood? You would've started to stink." Your skin starts to crawl. "What are we doing here, K-Kas?" you ask, but the name was difficult to push out. "I was thinking we have a bit of fun," he says with excitement. You let out a shaking breath as your fingers dig into the couch's cushion. "What kind of fun?" you ask with a monotone.

He sighs and stands from the stool. His fast movement scares you. "God, I thought we could just have fun in town and get to know each other," he whines. "I thought - Ugh, I just - You're pretty, okay?" By the end of the sentence his voice had become more genuine, sincere. "I have seen a lot of ugly things in the past few days," he starts with a serious tone. "You're the first beautiful thing I've seen since." You watch him in horror as neurons fire off repeatedly in your head, attempting to make sense of the scene before you.

You rest your chin against your palm as your fingers grab hold of your cheeks and mouth. You quickly switch to bite your nail as you watch him in a panic. "W-What happened to you?" you ask hesitantly as all your muscles tighten in worry. He watches you with thoughtful eyes, until they drop to the floor. Then those eyes become saddened, horrific. "I woke up, just a few days ago, in front of that trailer I was talking about. I don't really know what happened, but I know that I was alone," he mutters. "I had a lot of blood on my shirt. Got left with some pretty gnarly scars, already healed right up."

With deep breaths, you try your best to keep from crying. What had happened to Eddie where he sustained an injury so horrible like that? And then he miraculously healed? Just like you. Kas shakes his head as he leans against the wall. "Then this burnt ass naked dude showed up," he continues. He looks off to the side as though he was brought back to that very scene. "He walked up to me and said that my name was Kas. That I was his 'puppet.' That I died alone," he whispers. His brow furrow. You watch in horror as he recollects the memory. "That my friends left me to rot," he ends with anger. He pushes himself off the stool and into your face. "That is why I need to find Henderson. I remember when he left him - me behind," he shakes his head in confusion.

Your horror undeniably becomes rage as you place a gentle hand upon his cheek. "They left you?" you ask with tears in your eyes. They start to spool over your waterline and down your cheek. Kas watches you in bewilderment. He doesn't understand why you are crying. Why he can hear your heart beat increasing in speed. He slowly nods, curious as to what your reaction will be.

Your mind spins out of control. Is this why Dustin wouldn't tell you where Eddie was? Is this why they so confidently said that he was dead? Because they left him behind? A person so gentle and sweet, left behind like trash while they all get to live their beautiful, normal lives? No. You've lost Eddie and now have an emptied psychotic shell. You feel dead inside without him. Lack of life, lack of love, lack of morals. "I'll help you find him," you mutter as your eyes fall upon the wooden floor. He smiles as he places a hand out for you. Your jaw loosens as it hangs in disappointment of yourself. The words feel disgusting out of your mouth.

But if they left Eddie behind? You will stop at nothing to make sure they feel the very same pain he felt. Dying. Alone. You grab onto Kas' hand. "Lets go."

note: shit, vecna manipulated kas and he be manipulating our reader? they are both of his puppets now. what the hell is gonna happen next? i don't even know! also the title? bitches, i am so pleased with it. perfection. and the gif? thank goodness for whoever did that. you a real angel.

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[belladonna-nights]

On today’s episode of “Precious Lil Beans Who Didn’t Deserve to Die” -

Boys named Eddie.

[darknesseddiem]

Guys, I need someone to beta read my chapter, any volunteer?

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

can’t stop thinking about p**nstar!eddie and his nine inch pierced cock

[possumplagues]

You're Coming Home With Me (WIP)

Steve was accustomed to encountering strange things upon waking. With Vecna still out there, doing god knows what, every wake-up was accompanied by some kind of screeching from the latest creature to escape the Upside Down, or rumbling as the gates grew even more, or— or something. He was even used to waking up to people grabbing him, since Robin and Dustin tended to shake him awake for one reason or another, regardless of whether or not they had been at his house the night before. 

However, what he wasn’t used to was waking up to rough, distinctly non-human hands grabbing his shoulders, while a strange figure loomed over him, in a place that was decidedly not his bedroom. Steve bolted upright and smashed his head into the figure’s nose. 

In response, the thing growled and pushed Steve back down, staring at him with the reddest eyes Steve had ever seen. Like, those fuckers were glowing.

Which was particularly strange, seeing as creatures from the Upside Down tend to, y’know, not have any eyes. Or a… strangely human face? Wait…

“Eddie?!” Steve nearly shouted as he got a better look at the face. It was definitely the face of the metalhead, but that wasn’t possible, because the guy was dead. Dustin had watched him die. Steve had seen his corpse, covered in bloody bites and gashes inflicted by demo-bats. 

Plus its face was the only feature that resembled Eddie Munson. Or, like, even a human.

As Steve got a better look, the less convinced he was that this was Eddie. For starters, those hands grabbing his shoulders? Not hands. They were claws, vaguely in the shape of hands, connected to what looked like massive fucking wings. Kinda like a… what, wyvern? One of those dragon looking things that had wings rather than front legs. He was fairly sure Dustin had called those wyverns. And the creature had bat ears sprouting from its head, swiveling around. One of them seemed to have a tear in it. 

Plus, it was like, way too tall. Steve couldn’t see much from this angle, but normally Eddie was about his height. So, reasonably, its knees and feet should more or less line up with Steve’s at this angle but they definitely didn’t. Its knees seemed to be planted closer to Steve’s ankles, with its feet god knows where. 

Also, was that a fucking tail swishing around? Or, better yet, like three tails?!

Still, the thing seemed to calm down when Steve called him Eddie. Its growling ceased, replaced by a rumble that almost resembled purring. And… its face really did look like Eddie’s, minus the glowing red eyes. Even its hair was the same as Eddie’s, if a bit longer and messier, which would make sense, seeing as it had been… god, like a month. Eddie had died a month ago.

“Munson, if that’s you, you gotta let me know somehow man, because I’m freaking out a little,” Steve said, trying to control his breathing. If this wasn’t Eddie, he was fucked. He didn’t know where he was, couldn’t see jack shit, and had no weapons. Plus, he was already pinned down by this creature that could very well just be a random beast from the Upside Down looking for a meal.

“Ha…rn…ton…” the creature rasped, as if unused to speaking. If this was Eddie… that would make sense. He probably wouldn’t have even had someone to speak to in a month now. Who else was there to talk to in the hellscape? With only demo-creatures and fucking Vecna for company, there weren’t many good conversation partners.

“Eddie?” Steve questioned. The grip on his shoulders loosened, and he warily reached a hand up towards the creature’s face. In response it… it fucking nuzzled Steve’s hand, erupting into a full on purr. Its eyes fluttered closed, seeming content. Steve’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Holy shit,” he breathed softly, “You’re alive. You’re really alive.”

He felt a very slight nod against his hand. 

“Please, god, don’t let this be a dream, or some kind of Vecna fuckery,” Steve said, desperate. “I really don’t think I can handle this being illusory bullshit.”

The entire party was getting sick of Vecna’s mind games and illusions. Without those dirty tricks, they surely would have caught up with the fucker and killed him for good by now. Insteads, they were stuck running around in circles like chickens with their heads cut off. 

“Re…al. No… Ve…na…” Eddie struggled, picking his head up and staring down at Steve meaningfully with those big red eyes. 

“Okay. Okay, that’s good,” Steve muttered, closing his eyes for a moment as his mind tried to catch up with the situation he was in. Eddie was alive, but definitely wasn’t a human. Something had happened to him. Something had turned him into some kind of… creature. Steve could deal with that. Or, he could compartmentalize that and have Dustin and the party deal with it. They could figure out what the hell was going on. They always did. 

Now Steve just had to figure out where the hell he was. He was laying on something hard, but padded. It was slightly chilly, like he was exposed to the elements. The area was only slightly illuminated, seemingly by moonlight, but he couldn't see anything beyond Eddie. 

“Ya mind letting me up dude?” Steve asked, patting Eddie’s not-arm. The bony, solid part of the wing that connected to Eddie’s clawed hand. 

Eddie grumbled in response, but finally released his grip on Steve, sitting up fully. Steve did the same, and oh god was Eddie large. He seemed to be kneeling, but even then, he was far taller than Steve was used to. Like, a solid two heads higher. Sure, typically kneeling would give a normal human Eddie a slight height advantage over a sitting Steve, but not this much. It was intimidating as all hell. If Eddie wanted to, he could easily overpower Steve. 

Hell, he already had.

Steve scooted backwards slightly to free his leg, bumping into something. Or… was he in something that curved inwards? 

Was he in the fucking boathouse?

He stood up, squinting as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. He was absolutely in the boathouse. Hard to forget a place where a greasy metalhead tried to kill him with a broken bottle.

Of course this is where Eddie would go to hide. 

To be fair, where else was he supposed to hide in Hawkins, looking how he does now? If anyone else had seen him (except maybe Dustin), they’d immediately assume he was one of the escaped Upside Down creatures and attempt to eliminate him. Likely in the most brutal and efficient way possible.

Steve didn’t want to think about what would have happened if, god forbid, Hopper or Nancy had been the first to see Eddie as he is now.

At first glance, Eddie really does look very threatening. Steve took a moment to properly take him in without panicking,

Steve had already noticed just how tall Eddie was now. However, he hadn’t bulked out at all. In fact, he looked thinner. Bony, like he was malnourished. He was pale, and the texture of his skin looked… of. Although maybe that was just the poor lighting.

Those were also definitely wings. His “arms” were bent at strange angles, and despite them being folded, Steve could just barely see the membrane of the wing. From the looks of it, Eddie hadn’t had it easy over the last month (how could he, in that hellscape?). The small bit of wing membrane that Steve could see was tattered. He wondered if Eddie could actually fly with those.

Steve couldn’t see Eddie’s legs, but judging from what he could feel, they had more joints than normal. More bends. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to see them. He could, however, just barely make out the three curiously swishing tails behind Eddie.

They looked exactly like demo-bat tails.

“Dude, how the hell did you manage to get me here without waking me up?” Steve said, wandering around the boathouse. He hadn’t been here long while Eddie was hiding out, but he definitely had some very uh. Distinct memories. Namely the whole “being held against the wall with a broken bottle to his throat” event.

He’d tried not to dwell on that memory. For a variety of reasons. Mainly, thinking about it had reminded him of just how dead Eddie was. He had only known the man for a short time, but having yet another person taken from him by this mess, no matter how short they’d known each other, had fucking wrecked Steve.

However, there was another reason as well… Whenever he thought too hard about it, about Eddie, he found himself flushed and absolutely didn’t want to question why. Especially when the man had been very much dead. Him being alive now certainly complicated Steve’s thoughts about, well, everything.

Compartmentalize, Steve, he thought to himself. Deal with all of that later.

He looked back to Eddie for an answer, only to see him curled up in the boat, wings covering everything except his face and tails. He really looked like a strange cat. A very, very strange cat.

He seemed to have given up on words, instead just letting out an odd chirping noise in response. He was gesturing with his tails for Steve to lay back down in the boat, though he wasn’t sure how Eddie expected him to do that now that the metalhead was occupying essentially the entire thing. Instead, Steve walked to the boat and sat against it. 

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t leave Eddie alone. He didn’t trust that the metalhead would still be there when he returned. However, Eddie couldn’t really leave the boathouse. Steve wasn’t sure how he managed to snatch him up without being noticed, but it seemed like tempting fate to try it twice. He didn’t have his walkie talkie with him, having not expected to literally be snatched out of his bed while he was sleeping, so he couldn’t contact anyone. 

He tilted his head back into the boat and let out a sigh. 

(The first chapter of this should be out on AO3 by the end of the week)

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[waitillthend]

Sewed the jacket by hand baby 🤟🏻

[hiscrimsonangel]

The face of an angel…. 💖

Who happens to be a little menace at times. 🖤

Heaven and hellfire all rolled into one. ❤️‍🔥

Fiction’s tragic eccentric Prince most beloved 🌹

Thank you to the elders for the gift of you 🫶🏼

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[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Eddie Munson ✨ Twilight Vampire ✨

Ever look at Eddie and wonder 'What if Carlisle Cullen found him? How would he be doing in the 2000s as a veggie vamp?'

Well, even if you haven't, I have. And now I'm writing these so I can remember to add them to my Wattpad fanfic later on. These are specific to my story and my OC's pronouns/living situation + her relationship with Eddie.

Feel free to use some of these ideas, but please don't post this anywhere else. This is my own hard work

So, first of all, he would totally still smoke weed. Like literally tons of it. Carlisle and the others would hate it because of the smell, but they gave up on getting him to quit after 10 years.

He most definitely kept the hair from the 80s. After he turned, his hair was the one thing he had full control over. Not even Alice could get him to change it.

Would dance in the rain with his mate.

He rips his pants at least once a week just doing dumb shit, like attempting karate kicks and jumping down from trees.

He was destroyed when his van finally took its last ride in the 90's. It hadn't been very old at all, but some things are beyond repair. So he allowed Carlisle to buy him a new one.

That van became his baby.

Despite not needing to have a job, he works at a bar on the edge of Forks. He saves the money so he can eventually paint a sick mural on the side of it.

When hunting, he'll use the five second rule, even though its unnecessary.

"Ooh! Five second rule!" "You realize that mountain lion has been outside its whole life? Its been on the ground before." "Shut up."

He didn't care much for physical touch when he was human, he dislikes it more as a vampire.

On the other hand, he doesn't know what personal space is either.

He always sits as close to his mate as humanly possible. The others find it irritating, but his firey mate thinks its adorable.

She thinks alot of things about him are adorable, and there's a constant argument: "Awww you're so adorable, Ed's." "I'm not adorable... I'm a man."

When his mate tells a funny joke, he almost always falls out of his chair in an exaggerated fashion.

He bought a goldfish in Port Angeles because his mate told him she wanted one when she was younger.

She named it Frito.

He's an absolute menace at red lights. Windows down and music all the way up. Most likely headbanging while his fingers drummed on the steering wheel.

He let's his mate paint his fingernails black.

He also let's her draw on his arms whenever she's anxious.

He took up writing as a stress relief. Sometimes he erases something so hard it tears the paper in half.

He's not big into sports, so while Bella and the others were at baseball, Eddie was in his mates room, watching 'Mean Girls' because that's what she wanted to do.

Both of them were shocked when Bella got home and she was yelling.

Eddie and his mate stayed in Forks.

He hates dressing too flashy, but he'd willingly do it for his girls senior prom. He didn't get to go to his own in his 3rd round of senior year, but he accepted her offer to go.

Even though he hates it when people stare at him.

He teaches her how to play guitar, using a second-hand one from a music store not too far from the bar. It was her nineteenth birthday present and she loved it.

His mate developed a love for playing, very similar to the one he had when he was a teenager.

She surprises him by playing covers of their favorite songs at the bar on Friday nights. She did it just to spend more time with him.

It takes about a year for him to open up to her about the events that led up to the week of his death.

His mate listens quietly, knowing it took a lot to reveal a traumatic event.

Nobody's allowed to touch his hair, except her.

While Ed 1 won't have premarital seggs, Ed 2 and his mate go at it constantly.

Literally, all the damn time.

That kinky bastard.

When she's at work, Eddie stops at the diner to pick up her favorites before walking all the way down the street to the auto repair shop.

He always greets her with a kiss and the bag of food.

They sit and talk on her lunch break.

Bear hugs at random.

He almost died again the first time she wore his hellfire shirt to the bar. He hadn't seen it in a while, but decided it looked good on her.

His wallet carries a picture of them that Alice took when neither of them were paying attention.

He always looks at her as if it was the first time he ever laid eyes on her.

This man-child vampire, loves aquariums.

He always slaps her ass when she walks by.

Pulls her in by the belt loops.

His hand always finds its way to her back pocket whenever they're out together.

Whenever he stays the night during the summer, he insists on tying her shoes before she goes to work.

He takes pinky promises as seriously as one would take an unbreakable vow. He would rather die again than break a pinkie promise.

He doesn't need to sleep, but he pretends to.

Never telling anyone his middle name, so his mate guesses.

"Edward Cornelius Munson?" "Absolutely not, are you even trying?"

She eventually guessed the right middle name after a week. "Edward James Munson?" His silence was enough of an answer.

He hates being called Edward, which only makes her do it more.

Refuses to tell anyone his birthday because it was never celebrated.

Its August 13th.

He's a man... who loves forehead kisses.

MATCHING GUITAR PICK NECKLACES.

When the other Cullen's left, Eddie stayed. He refused to leave his girl the way Ed 1 did.

He doesn't like kids that much, but he's good with them.

A kid waved at him at the aquarium and he casually mentioned how he'd love to maybe adopt a kid or six one day.

"I saw this and thought of you."

Then he hands her a flower 🌼🥺

It was always a different one.

He always tells her how beautiful she looks, even when she's just woken up with unbrushed hair.

He verbally fights with the shifters a lot because the ones that hadn't imprinted were interested in his girl.

They all knew she'd choose Eddie over them. Not because she wanted immortality or because she was scared to die. But because she truly loved him.

He realizes he wants to marry her one night while she's sleeping peacefully.

He wouldn't turn her until she was ready. However long that could be.

He wanted to propose in a meaningful way, but a vampire army put a kink in his plans.

He hates the thought of her being in any danger, so he does the most reasonable thing and doesn't let her leave his side unless its to use the bathroom.

Attempts to teach her DnD after a long day of battle training.

Turns into anything except learning how to play.

After almost losing her, he remembers human lives are short, so he proposes one night before she goes to bed.

She obviously says yes.

They decide to wait a bit before they get married, since Bella's wedding was coming up fast.

The coming months were very busy, so there wasn't much time to plan a wedding.

Finally, in January of 2007 they could begin planning.

Married in October of 2007.

Had their own Renesmee situation with twin boys.

She was turned not long after the birth of their two sons.

Adopted a little girl in February of 2008.

Moved to Alaska.

Lived happily ever after with their three kids.

If this gains any interest, I'll place the fanfic here when its finished!

—A. Barnes / Qu1cks1lversb1tch