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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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Can't talk right now, my mouth is full.

billy hargrove | gn!reader

words : 1.0k warnings : deepthroat, phone call in-between, teasing, not proofread.

Billy always loved some challenges, so why not answering the phone while your mouth is filled by him.

His cock was stuck in your throat, your muscles squeezing it desperately as your lungs begged for air. Teary eyes looked up to him, your hand anxiously tap his thigh as you needed to back away. His chuckle purred in his chest, heavily rising up as his moans were stuck in his throat. His legs were spread open to permit you to kneel between, lips kindly put around his length. His ringed fingers caressed your cheeks, holding your chin to raise your face, your eyes meeting in a tensed dizziness. His smile never left his face, satisfied by the drool on your chin and your lips getting puffier as you sucked him. A slight movement of his own lips told you enough, getting up on your feet; you closed the distance between both of your face. He stopped you before your lips could meet, a finger resting on your mouth.

“Suck it good, maybe you’ll get to kiss me.” He whispered in a raspy voice, an eyebrow arching in arrogance. A desperate whine slipped out of your mouth, your hands gripping at his thighs. “No complaints.” He simply said, ordering you to keep it quiet. Pinching your lips, you got back on your knees.

Bit by bit, your hands crept towards his cock, your tongue hanging out of your mouth to caress his tip. Saliva dripped along his dick, his hard muscle twitching as it tickled him. Batting your lashes, you gazed at him while your lips closed around his cock in a quiet moan. You noticed his lip getting stuck between his teeth, containing the urge to fuck your mouth deep inside of him. Your face was tempting, your lips pleading to get ruined.

“Fuck, y’looking like a fucking tease.” Frustration grew in you, it was unfair that he could complain and not you. He was as much as a tease than you and it was irritating that you couldn’t say a word about it. You kept quiet, not that you had any choice while your mouth was filled by his cock. Settling back onto the couch, his hips thrust in your mouth in slight movement. Keeping it in got harder for him as all he wanted was to see you struggle. A sudden push on your head caused you to gag, both by surprise and by suffocation. A muffled cry crashed against his cock resting in your throat, your hand tapping and gripping at his thighs. Your head soon backed away, his dick leaving your mouth in a loud pop and a gasp of air filling your lungs. You met his gaze with wide eyes, mouth as wide open.

He laughed, caressing your cheek. “Excuse me, pretty.” Excuses were late, useless even, as bad was done. Your throat felt sore, muscles clenching around nothing. You gulped loudly; you melted into his hand, your hand tilting towards it. It was a moment of rest he allowed you to have, knowing your insides twisted in excitation and frustration. He loved the control he had over you, forbidding you to get the pleasure you needed to reach your high. He needed to play with you a little bit more.

He pointed towards his cock with his chin, ordering you to take it back. Which you did, his cock got planted at the back of your throat, a bulge appearing. You bobbed your head faster, your mouth embracing the shape of his length. As you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times, the phone placed on the table near the couch rung. You wanted to raise your head and breath, to let him decide if he’ll answer or not but the hand pressing on your head let you know he already had his answer. Panic rushed over you as he took the phone, answering in a low voice.

“Yes?” He tilted his head to the side, admiring you struggling to stay around his cock. “No, it’s Billy.” He smirked, his hips slowly thrusting in your mouth as he mimicked you to stay quiet despite his dick choking you. He bit his lips, holding back a groan that threatened to leave his mouth. He shook his head in annoyance, his head falling back on the couch. “No, they can’t talk right now.” His hips raised harshly, his thrusts getting faster and harder. Your throat clenched around his shaft, tears menacing to flow. Muffled moans hit his cock, desperately trying to leave your mouth despite his length blocking the way. His hand gripped at the back of your neck, pushing your head to keep you still, nose pressed against his pubic hair.

Your thighs closed in excitation, the thought of someone hearing you thrilled you. You tried to move your head, to caress his length with your tongue to earn a reaction from him, but he was stoic. He simply smiled down at you, holding your head down his cock to forbid you from moving. His eyes squinted as he tried to listen to the person talking to him, giving no care about it as your lips looked pretty stuck around his dick.

“Listen, their mouth is kinda..full.” He groaned in a low whisper, his hand shifting on your head. A laugh lifted his chest in rhythm, a smile spreading on his lips. Your eyes met his in panic, needing to breath. You tried to push back on his hand, only encouraging him to push harder his dick deep in you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, a deep sigh falling out of his lips. “It’s full of my cock.” He hung up, posing the phone back at his place. Holding your head still, he pounded in your mouth a few times, his head falling back as he let out his moans out of his mouth. Cum drooled in your mouth, shoved far back your throat to oblige you to swallow.

You could finally breathe, mouth wide open as saliva dribbled along your chin. Your eyes met his, a bit of worry shining in yours as you remembered the call. “Who was it?” You asked hastily, worry echoing in your voice.

He smiled, his thumb swiping away the drool on your face. “Some random.”

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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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Dinner and Dessert

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, oral (receiving), Biting, Mention of Blood, AMAB reader, Dom reader (?), Degrading, cum eating, Fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: The title was going to be ‘I’ve come to suck your dick blood.’ but I decided against it… also the endings cringe but shut up this is a free country

Getting used to your boyfriend being a vampire had been harder than you’d thought it would be. One of the biggest changes being that all of your meetings now had to be after sunset, which is a little more than inconvenient for you. You were reminded of so at times like this, when you were awoken from your peaceful sleep by a repetitive thump to your bedroom window.

You groan, already knowing fully well what who the cause of the disturbance was. You blink over to your alarm clock to find that it’s 3 in the morning. Lovely. With a sigh, you force your tired body out of bed and over to the window to open it up. Immediately, a blur of black enters and you squint in annoyance as a small bat happily makes itself at home flying around your room. It chitters as it does, almost as if it’s talking to you.

You drag yourself back over to your bed and plop down, sitting on the edge. The bat flits around for a few more seconds before coming to hover a few inches in front of your face. You give it a lazy smile and tilt your head, “Hi Eddie.” After hearing a soft poof!, a heavy weight is dropped upon you and before you can process, you’re tackled back into the mattress landing on your back with a soft ‘oof!’.

You open your eyes to see your vision has been draped in messy brown curls. Eddie smiles down at you, “Hey sweetheart.” He leans down to lock your lips together affectionately, before pulling away to plant soft kisses all over your face. “Eddie-“ you grunt out between kisses, “It’s 3am.” He leans back up to give you a fake pout, “What, are you not happy to see me?”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah yeah, You know I am. But you seriously pick the worst times to visit me.” “Sorry.” He grins, clearly not sorry at all. “I’ll make it up to you, promise. I just came to ask a favor real quick.” “And It couldn’t of waited?” You ask. He leans back down so your noses are almost touching, “Nope, ‘m hungry.” Your eyes widen, “oh.” He smiles, “oh.” He echos, closing the gap between you.

He kisses you, deeper than before. His way of wordlessly begging you to give him what he wants, what he needs. Your hands lightly push against his chest and he pulls back to let you breathe. “Well, big boy, can I?” You sit up and his body moves to follow you, still sitting in your lap. He watches closely as you tilt your head to the side to expose your neck. “Just…be gentle?” You joke, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.

He chuckles, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your neck, “Yeah, You wish.” His lips settle on a spot just a little below your jaw and you feel a sharp pinch as his canines pierce the top layer of your skin. He moans lowly, blissed out just at the taste of your blood hitting his tongue, and you can feel the vibration tickle your throat.

One of your hands fly to tangle in his hair while the other has a death grip on his waist, attempting to ground yourself. Your head starts to feel foggy from the blood loss after a few minutes and after a while, somewhere In your muddled brain the pain starts to fade into pleasure. You let a soft moan escape you, too caught up in the feelings that are clouding up your mind to even care.

Eddie seems to mistake this a noise of displeasure because he immediately pulls his lips off of your neck, tongue darting out to quickly lap around the wound. “You alright, sweetheart?” He leans back to look at you. A stray drop of blood, your blood, is on the corner of his mouth. A strange sense of possesion runs through you at the sight. “Too much?” He asks. You shake your head, giving him a lazy smile “Nah, feel’s good.”

He raises his eyebrows at that, eyes scanning your face over and you can see his expression go from confusion to amusement in an instant. “Gee, L/n and I thought I was the freak. You really gettin’ off to this?” You let out a breathless, admittedly a little embarrassed, laugh and lean in to kiss him instead of answering. He tastes like metal and blunt smoke but you don’t really care. It’s intoxicating.

The wound on your neck has already healed over, the only feeling left is a faint throbbing when Eddie’s fingers press into it. The feeling makes your head spin, and you groan into his mouth. You’re already rock hard, and you know Eddie can feel it by the way he sucks in a shaky breath when you pull him closer by the hips to grind down into you.

He pushes you back and your lips separate from his so you can fall back into the soft mattress for the second time that night. You admire him from your place on the bed as he pulls off his cropped band tee to expose milky white skin, the occasional tattoo, and scars. He was perfect. He quickly kicks off his pants, leaving him in cute bat patterned boxers. You giggle at the sight, and he playfully sticks out his tongue.

He silences your teasing by pressing sloppy kisses down your stomach til he’s breathing hotly over the painful tent in your pants. He presses one more kiss over your pants before unbuttoning them and sliding them off of you. He groans, licking his lips as he watches your dick twitch from under your boxers, a wet patch has already formed over the tip. He eagerly pulls you out.

Eddie takes most of you into his mouth with practiced ease, humming around you, satisfied with the taste of your pre on his tongue. The sound sends a vibration through your dick and both hands fly to tightly grip onto his curls while he mouths at your cock. He makes eye contact with you, eyes teary and clouded over with lust, as he sinks down to fully take all of you in his mouth.

The feeling, let alone the sight, is enough to chip away at the last amount of control you have. The hands that were tangled in his hair slide down to cup both sides of his face. Your thumbs take a moment to lovingly wipe away any stray tears, a gesture that has him leaning into your touch, before lifting your hips to begin slamming into the back of his throat.

The room is quickly filled with the sound of his gags and the quiet slap of your hips repeatedly meeting his face. Eddies eyes roll back, a deep moan leaving his chest, clearly enjoying the rough treatment. You watch hungrily as one of his hands shoot down to pull himself out of his underwear and tug desperately at his dick.

“Such a perv Eddie, letting me use you like this.” You mumble mindlessly, feeling yourself quickly approaching your limit “So pretty crying on my cock.“ You hear Eddie let out a particularly long whine, his throat closing around your dick. You look away from his flushed face see he’s already came, fingers covered in his own release. You curse under your breath, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you lift your hips one last time.

Your body practically folds in half as you cum and Eddie tries his best to relax his throat as you pump thick ropes into his mouth. The hands that were holding up his hair now hold the back of his neck to hold his head in place, giving him no choice but to swallow every last drop. Not that he wouldn’t anyway. Finally, you relax and your hands release his head to flop down at your sides. He pulls away to gasp for air, coughing as he wipes the drool from his mouth.

You kiss the top of his head, muttering a ‘thank you’ and ‘so good f’ me’ into his hair. You lift his chin to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue and he licks the blood from your lips with a moan. You reach around to grab the shirt you had tossed to the side earlier and clean off his hand. “Gross.” He mumbles, but lets you anyway. You bring his knuckles to your mouth to kiss them before throwing the shirt to the side again, aiming for your laundry bin.

You stand, walking to your dresser to put on a new pair of boxers, tossing him a pair along with a shirt of yours he can wear. “My shirts still clean y’know,” He grins, “you just wanna see me in your clothes.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he says this, pulling on the shirt anyways despite his teasing, and you roll your eyes with a fond smile.

The both of you eventually settle comfortably on your bed together, arms wrapped around one another with you snuggled into Eddies chest. “Thanks for dinner, sweetheart.” He whispers, “and dessert.” He adds suggestively, and you can practically hear the dopey smirk on his face. He hears you groan out a muffled ‘ugh, shut up Eddie.’ into his chest and you feel it shake as he laughs.

Getting used to your boyfriend being a vampire did take some getting used to, but you were reminded in times like this, that he was always going to be Eddie. Your Eddie.

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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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Hunger

Vampire Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Requested by this lovely anon. I literally love all kinds of Eddie love please keep sending requests of all kinds!! I hc him as bi/pansexual cause those are the vibes I get from him so anyone and everyone can send in requests!

Minors Go Away I’ll Kick You In The Forehead! Blood it kinda turned into a kink. Vampire Feeding. Vampire Eddie. I guess fang kink if you squint. Dry Humping. Spanking. Anal fingering and sex. Top Eddie x Bottom Reader. Mentions of reader and Eddie using drugs and alcohol as minors like 13 and 15. I always try and always fail to write a pwp what is wrong with me. Reader and Eddie are 20. Reader is crushing on Eddie a little, it's implied anyway. Bloody spit as lube. Bloody spitting in general. As for vampire Eddie I like the myth of vampires being shapeshifters so we're going with that being an explanation as to why he's still hot. Eddie calls you sweet boy, but like also a pervert. I guess you can say he degrades you for liking him but it's brief and can kinda be implied that he's talking about you liking men and not specifically him so I'm so sorry it just kinda happened but it worked so well. Mentions of reader and Eddie experimenting as minors (15). Reader is a little jelly of Steve lol.

Word count: 4,855 (wtf this is so long...)

Eddie Munson was your best friend. You'd grown up just a few trailers down from him, and you were the only kids in the park your age so the two clicked as fast as your mothers did. You and Eddie were there for eachother through everything, when his mother died you comforted him, and helped him sneak out whenever his dad would lose his temper, Eddie looked like a carbon copy of his mother and it often turned the nights sour for his dad. He was there for you when your grandpa died, and when you were 12 and your mother married your stepdad, he insisted he wouldn't let the distance ruin your friendship, and it didn't.

You and Eddie had a lot of firsts together, Eddie would steal his dad's weed and sneak over to your house when your parents were away, introducing you to the herb when you were 13. When the two of you were 15 your parents had gone on 'separate' trips, your mother apparently going to the spa while your stepdad went on a business trip, Eddie helped you break into his liquor cabinet in his study.

That weekend had been very... explorative for the two of you. You'd played a game of Never Have I Ever, something you'd heard your stepsister playing with her friends before she'd gone off to college. Of course, you were 15 and both pretty inexperienced, Eddie had kissed Chrissy Cunningham behind the bleachers after the talent show in middle school, and you hadn't had one yet.

Eddie had brought up the two of you kissing like it was a normal thing to say to your 15 year old guy friend while you sat unreasonably close on a bed big enough that you could both stretch out. He'd been so casual about it, like guy friends kissed all the time. (normalize kissing the homies goodnight, guys). You'd freaked out a little, of course, it was like Eddie had been reading your thoughts and knew you'd thought about what it would be like to kiss him. That and there was no fucking way Eddie Munson was offering to be your first kiss. If that fumbling kiss led to something a little more that was your business.

Of course, you never talked about it. Eddie pretended it didn't happen so you figured either it was a dream or he just never wanted to do that with you again. Which sucked because it was all you could think about for the next five years.

You hadn't seen Eddie in a while, almost a month actually, you'd seen him the day Chrissy died, joked that he shouldn't let Jason see him and Chrissy in the same vicinity as eachother. He'd laughed, jokingly called you an asshole, and then the two of you parted ways. After that Chrissy was found dead, and Eddie was gone. Then Fred died the same way as Chrissy, and then Patrick, and Eddie was wanted for it, and according to Jason he was a vessel for Satan.

After the earthquake he was declared missing and presumed dead, even after his name was cleared you hadn't heard from or seen him. So, of course, when you walked into your room after saying bye to your parents, who were having a couple trip, and saw Eddie standing by the window, hunched over and gripping the sill, you froze. "Eddie..? Where have you been?"

"Y/N..." Eddie lifted his head and looked over to you. You couldn't see him very well, but the streetlight outside your window illuminated his face just enough for you to see the darkness around his eyes and the fact that his eyes were red instead of that familiar brown. "Jesus, man.. did you take something?" You walked over to him and turned the lamp by your bed on.

Eddie grunted and turned away from the light, blocking it with his hand as he huffed. "You did, didn't you?" You shook your head and sighed heavily. "Sit down. I'll get you some water." When you turned around to get him some water he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. "I'm hungry, man." He was close, really close, you hadn't been this close since you were 15, and it was causing your brain to go haywire. "Then I'll get you a sandw-" you yelped when Eddie pulled you back again and pressed you against the wall, his hand against your chest.

"Not.. a sandwich isn't gonna do it." He shook his head. You frowned and shook your head. "Well then let me get you-" "Food isn't gonna do it." Eddie interrupted. He was close enough now you could see his teeth better, his sharpened teeth glistened in the light and caused your stomach to churn and your jeans to tighten a little. Wait a minute.

Fangs? Since when did Eddie have fangs?! And what the hell was up with that scar on his jaw? That wasn't there before. "W..what the hell are you talking about, Eddie?" You frowned deeply and shook your head. "You're out of your head, man, let me make you some coffee and something to eat, sober you up."

"I'm not high." Eddie growled lowly, his eyes seeming to shimmer as he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you harder against the wall, pulling a startled yelp from you, when did he get so god damn strong? "I've been good.. stayed away.. ate those disgusting god damn animals." He huffed and clenched his jaw tightly. "It's killing me, man. I need something more, something bigger." He licked his lips, which were slightly chapped, whatever he was talking about, he was right, he wasn't being properly sustained.

"Wh.. animals? What the fuck is going on?" You were starting to panic a little. "They told me I had to be careful... I'd hurt you." Eddie shook his head and scoffed. "That I'd lose control, drain you up." "Drain-?" "But I wouldn't. Couldn't. Could never. Not you." Eddie shook his head, his eyes glued to your rapidly pounding pulse point, pressing his fingers against it. "You don't have to be scared of me."

"They who..? What's going on, man?" You struggled against him a little but it was useless, whatever Eddie was now, he was stronger than you, and he was hungry, you weren't going anywhere. "Henderson.. Harrington.. their whole party." You frowned deeply.

"Henderson? And Harrington? You went to them? That's where you've been?" You scoffed. "Gee, good to know I'm still your best friend." "Don't act like a chick. You're not." Eddie rolled his eyes. "You're not my best friend, man.. you're more.. have been for a while." You widened your eyes a little at the confession and shifted again. "What... what are you.. hungry for?" The innocent sentence sounded anything but. You weren't an idiot, you'd figured it out at this point, what Eddie was now, what he was hungry for, but you wanted to know if you could get him to actually say the words.

"You... I just want a taste. Just a little one." Eddie moved his face closer to your neck, gripping the back of your neck and sliding his nose over your pulse point. "Ngh.. please." Eddie was your bestfriend, how could you say no to him? He was very obviously uncomfortable, and you could fix that, you could make him better.

"Okay." You said quietly, nodding quickly as Eddie leaned back to get a look at you. "Yeah?" He mumbled softly. "Yeah." You mumbled, shifting as you looked at him.

"Thank you." Eddie groaned, and all of a sudden you were pressed down on your bed with Eddie hovering over you, a predatory look in his bright red eyes. "Just don't drain me, yeah?" You joked, laughing softly.

"Course not." Eddie agreed before his face was buried in your neck again. He was pressing feather-light kisses to the skin, sliding his tongue and sharpened teeth over it like he was preparing the skin.

When he finally bit into you it was something you couldn't explain, it felt like getting a Flu shot but not nearly as awkward or uncomfortable. It was painful but Eddie's sharpened teeth fit so perfectly inside your skin, he kept his teeth in you for the sake of controlling your blood flow. You could hear his steady gulps, the sound echoing in your ears as you felt your body weaken from the loss of blood.

When you felt Eddie's hips press down into yours, your hips jerked up against him and a sound you could only describe as a pathetic little whimper slipped passed your lips. Eddie pulled his lips from your neck and groaned, lapping at the trickling wound as his hips continued to rock down into yours. "Mnh.. good." Eddie mumbled before latching his lips on again.

"Ngh.. Eddie.. man you gotta s-stop doing that." You pressed your hands against his shoulders. "Gotta stop doing what?" Eddie huffed, pressing into you harder, steadily lapping at the bite as it slowly stopped bleeding. "Th-that-that thing you're doing with you-your hips."

You could feel Eddie's lips turn up into a smirk against your skin. "Oh, you mean this thing?" He pushed his hips back down into yours, harder this time. "Yes! Fuck... yes that thing." You huffed and shook your head quickly as you swallowed thickly. "We can't do that."

"Why not? You were more than happy to when we were younger." Eddie hummed and leaned back so he could look down at you. Compared to how he looked when you got to your room, eyes sunken and dark, Irises that harsh bright red, he looked magnificent now. Some of the darkness around his eyes was still there, but they were back to that wonderful brown you'd gotten so used to, and his cheeks were a bit fuller, any animalisticness in his features almost gone now that he'd had a proper snack.

You couldn't think of anything to say, he was right, he was so unbelievably right. You'd been so enthusiastic about it that night, happy to let Eddie explore whatever part of you he wanted. But this.. this was different, you weren't kids anymore and Eddie was a fucking vampire now, everything was different. Except for that god damn stirring in your stomach, the way your heart would race when he would look at you with those stupid eyes.

Eddie cleared his throat loudly to get your attention, causing you to snap your eyes up from the scars peeking out, to his eyes. "We don't have to, if you're actually uncomfortable.. but you don't feel uncomfortable." He pushed his hips down into yours experimentally. "But I don't wanna make-" You stopped him from pulling away.

"No.. please don't go." You huffed, you sounded like a chick begging like this. "I... I need you to touch me or-or something." You swallowed harshly as you looked up at him. Eddie smirked and raised a brow.

"Yeah?" He leaned close again, his blood stained lips hovering inches from yours, threatening to press together so you could taste your own blood on his tongue. "Please.." you mumbled softly, glancing at his lips and then back up to his eyes.

"You did ask nicely." Eddie teased, leaning even closer now. "I guess I can... fulfill your sick fantasies of fucking your bestfriend." He scoffed lightly. "You little fucking pervert.. wanting to fuck your bestfriend." he shook his head before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours roughly.

You didn't get a chance to respond, or even really register what he was even saying before he was kissing you, the taste of your own blood and his spit mixing filling your mouth and coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth when he forced his tongue past your lips.

You moaned softly and bucked your hips up into Eddie's. "Look at you.. already so eager." He smirked and kissed over your neck as he rocked down against you, reaching down to undo your jeans before undoing his own belt, the cuff shaped buckle clinking. "Can't take my time with you, gotta get back before they do." He glanced towards the window and then your clock. "Don't wanna get in trouble." He teased, apparently referring to Harrington and Henderson

"Since when have you ever worried about getting into trouble?" You scoffed lightly, you couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Steve right about now, him and his party of children had had Eddie all to themselves the last month and you hadn't seen him or heard from him at all, not even a stupid phone call to let you know the rumors weren't true, even if you already knew it would've been nice to hear it from Eddie.

"Mmm... since it could quite literally result in the whole town collectively finding a way to end my non-life." Eddie shrugged and straightened up before turning you onto your stomach and gripping the waistband of your jeans and boxers, pulling them over the curve of your ass slowly.

His eyes were practically glued to your ass as he held the soft globes in his hands, humming softly and squeezing hard before letting go, bringing his hand up and smacking it down on your ass.

You yelped, flinching a little and looking back at him with wide eyes. "What the hell are you doing?" You swallowed thickly. "What? You didn't like that?" He asked curiously. "Well... I just didn't expect it is all." Eddie smirked and hummed. "Sorry." He rubbed your ass lightly and brought his hand up and back down again, watching you bury your face in the pillow before grinding your hips down into the mattress.

"Ah." He grabbed your hips and yanked your ass into the air roughly, shaking his head and humming softly. "If you're gonna have any kind of release it's going to be because of me, not because you're a little fucking pervert who fucks a mattress like a whore when he gets spanked. Understood?" You nodded quickly and yelped when he gripped the short hair on the top of your head and yanked your head back. "I said, do you understand?"

You nodded rapidly and whimpered. "Yes, Eddie. I understand." You huffed a little and swallowed thickly as you looked back at him. "Good." He pushed you back down on the bed, keeping your ass up in the air as he spread your ass lightly. "Such a pretty hole.. puckered and just waiting for someone to do something." He muttered, leaning down and spitting onto your hole, causing you to flinch a little in surprise.

He spread the bloody spit around with the pad of his thumb before you felt his hand slide away, and then his finger push all the way in, stopping at the ring he wore at the base of his middle finger on his right hand. You'd practically memorized what rings Eddie wore and what their placement was, you had enough more-than-friendly dreams about them and stared at them enough you could probably pinpoint any blemishes on his before your own.

"Just relax." Eddie hummed softly, sliding his hand up your back, looking over you and chuckling at the blood stain on your pillowcase. "Gonna have to buy a new pillow." He smirked, thrusting the finger inside you slowly as you shuddered. "Fuck... shut up about the pill- ah!" You groaned and pushed your face into your pillow again when he spanked you.

"Watch your mouth when you talk to me, I'm controlling this right now, I'll fuck you before you're ready, or better yet maybe I'll just make you suck me off and be on my way." He wouldn't do this, of course, he couldn't leave you hurting or wanting. You were his boy, his good boy, letting him drink from you when you knew it was dangerous, you were so special to him, always were, but it felt different now, stronger.

"I'm sorry." You looked back at him and swallowed thickly. "I'll be good I promise." You said softly, biting down on your lip as he nodded. "Good." He leaned down and spit on his fingers as he slowly added a second one. "Fuck.. it's gonna feel so good to be inside you." He licked his lips slowly. "Tight little hole is gonna hug me so tight.." He mumbled, thrusting his fingers and scissoring them lightly to stretch you out the best he could.

"Eddie~ fuck that feels good." You moaned, finding yourself rocking back on his fingers without even really meaning to. Eddie didn't stop you this time, instead he ran his hand up your thigh and squeezed the flesh lightly. "Good. Need my boy to feel good." He said softly, pressing a kiss to your back before sliding up to kiss you again.

You practically mewled like a kitten when he kissed you, pressing back against him as you pushed into the kiss, whining and trying to chase his lips when he pulled back. "Ah. Open." He brought his hand up from your thigh to grip your jaw, humming when you obediently let your jaw fall open. he leaned in a little and then spit directly into your mouth, humming as he watched the pink spit spread along your tongue. "Now swallow."

You widened your eyes a little and blinked rapidly before closing your mouth and swallowing, shuddering a bit at the taste of your blood mingling with his pit over your tastebuds. It wasn't the best taste in the world but it was Eddie and that was all it needed to be.

"Good boy." Eddie purred softly before leaning back, you could hear his belt and wallet chain clanging behind you as he pushed his jeans and boxers off and finally slid a third finger into you. "After this one i'll fuck you, okay? Gonna have you nice and stretched so you don't hurt yourself being too eager." He teased, biting down on your back just hard enough to scratch the skin, the tiniest droplets of blood pebbling where his teeth had cut you. He hummed and leaned down to lick over it slowly, grinning. "Fuck you taste good. My own personal juice box." He teased, fucking you a little faster with his fingers as you nodded quickly.

"Can have it whenever you want, Eds." You moaned, rocking back on his fingers with a grunt when he crooked his fingers and ran over something inside you that had your legs going nub and your vision blurring for a second. Before you could even say anything Eddie was leaning over your back and next to your ear. "That the spot?" He hummed softly, continuing to massage the spot as you nodded quickly. "Y-yeah." You moaned and pushed back against his fingers, your cock hanging heavy, neglected, between your legs, threatening to brush against the egyptian cotton any time your legs would start to slip, only for Eddie to pull you back up and spank you. "Keep stil. Don't want this to be over too soon do we?"

You shook your head and took a deep breath. "N-No." "That's what I thought, now be a big boy and hold yourself up so I don't have to keep spanking you, poor little ass is gonna be sore." He tsked and shook his head. "Okay, Eds." You moaned, dropping your head down onto the pillow again, focusing on keeping your legs from slipping as you moaned happily, fingers tangling in the sheet. "E-Eds please." You said softly, swallowing thickly. "Need you inside me now. Please."

Eddie chuckled softly. "So eager." He tsked and shook his head teasingly, sliding his fingers out of you and spitting on his hand, gripping the base of his cock and pulling in slow tugs to spread his spit around his cock. You watched as his cock was covered in the bloody liquid, you didn't understand how there was still so much spit but you didn't think to question it, you'd felt his teeth scratch your back so you figured that's where it was coming from. you didn't think the sight would be as hot as it was, watching your his spit, your blood, spread over his cock like some kind of weird pink lube, but you felt your cock twitch between your legs, precum dripping onto the bed as you bit down on your lip.

"Eddie.. please, man." You shifted on your knees, a whining pitch to your voice as you pushed back towards him again. "Give me a second you little fucking pervert." He scoffed and grabbed your hip tightly with one hand. "i thought you were a good boy?" You whined and shifted as you huffed. "I am but you-you're taking too long." He rolled his eyes. "Fine."

You perked up a little as you felt him shift to be directly behind you again. You took a deep breath as you felt his tip press against your hole, he'd been big all those years ago, much bigger than you, and he was still practically endowed by the gods, the size difference wasn't like it used to be but you still didn't meet his length or girth. You closed your eyes tightly and buried your face into the pillow, groaning as he started to push into you, huffing softly as he dropped his head back. "Fuck." He mumbled softly, pushing in to the hilt with one fluid motion, making sure not to go too fast or too hard. "Doing so good." He mumbled, staying buried inside you for a moment before he slid out and then back in.

"Fuck..." you moaned happily, letting your chest melt into your mattress as you pushed back against him, shuddering. Eddie gripped your hips tighter as he started to let himself let go a bit, fucking you faster and a little harder, huffing and dropping his head back as he grunted. "You look so good underneath me, fuck, wanted to do this for five years." He moaned.

"Really?" You mumbled in surprise, looking at him over your shoulder, taking in the paleness of his skin, the dark scars that decorated his torso next to the tattoos you were always so fascinated with. "Hell yeah. All i could think about."

"Y-you should've said something." You moaned, rocking back against him eagerly, yelping when he tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked his head back. "That so?" He hummed softly as you nodded. "i bet all I would've had to do was ask and you would've bent your slutty little ass over, huh?"

You nodded rapidly and swallowed thickly. "Yeah. Anywhere you wanted." You moaned, dropping your head again when he brushed the spot from earlier. "There- please-" You shuddered and panted heavily. "Gonna make me cum..."

"Already?" Eddie scoffed and reached up to grip your throat, your sweaty back pinned to his chest. "I haven't even touched your pretty cock yet." He tsked and grabbed your jaw, making you look down at your cock, leaking precum onto your expensive sheets. "He's just crying for attention, too, so desperate to have a warm hand wrapped around it." He whispered in your ear, his fangs nipping at your earlobe and practically making you convulse as you whimpered. "you can't cum yet. Not until I say so." He growled, snapping his hips into that bundle of nerves again, causing you to cry out, moaning loudly and shuddering.

"O-Okay." You nodded weakly and swallowed thickly. Eddie continued to rock into you steadily, gripping your hip tightly with one hand while the other continued to hold your throat just enough to make you a little dizzy.

He started to do this circular type of motion with his hips, your brain was practically disconnected at this point so you couldn't really tell how exactly how he was moving his hips, and when his hand slid from your hip to your cock, collecting the leaing precum before gripping the base and pumping his hand, you thought you were going to die. "O-Oh fuck, E-Eddie." You moaned loudly and dropped your head back against his shoulder, shuddering and whimpering softly.

"You sound so good like this, pretty boy, squeezing around my cock, practically begging for me to let you cum." He whispered in your ear, sliding his tongue along the shell of your ear, was his tongue pointed? how had you not noticed that before? It was so obviously pointed now, the muscle sliding over your ear before he bit down, causing you to grunt when his fangs broke skin again, shuddering and moaned when he sucked on the bleeding flesh. "Can't get enough of you... taste so good." He purred softly, his hand moving from the front of your neck to the back of it to shove you down into the pillows again.

His hand moved a little faster around your cock now, matching the harsh speed and force of his thrusts as you let out choked grunts and moans, shaking underneath him, your cock twitching at the grip he had on the back of your neck. "Just a few more minutes, then I'll let you cum. Think you can wait a little bit longer?"

You nodded quickly and moaned happily. He chuckled and lifted your head from the pillows, gripping the back of your neck like a cat. "I need to hear you say it." you whimpered and nodded again, panting heavily and swallowing thickly. "I can't wait longer, Eds, promise." You moaned.

"Such a little fucking whore." Eddie scoffed and pushed you back down into the pillow, looming over you as he started fucking into you harder, grunting lowly in your ear as you shuddered. "Fuck.. oh fuck, Eddie." You moaned happily, trembling a little and swallowing thickly. "Please, Eddie, need to cum. Your cock feels so good inside me~ wanna feel you fill me up, please." You begged, pushing back against him as you moaned happily.

"Yeah? Want me to fill this pretty hole up with my cum?" He asked, smirking a little as you nodded rapidly. "Yes! Please, Eddie. Need it." You begged, pushing back against him more as he hummed. "Aww, since you asked so nicely." He purred and leaned over to your ear again.

"Cum."

That one simple word sent you toppling over the edge, your vision blurring when you felt Eddie's fangs sink into your shoulder, immediately followed by the feeling as his cum filling you up as he moaned and took more gulps of your blood, his hips stuttering to a stop once the both of you were done cumming.

"Fuck, y/n.." He chuckled and lapped at the bleeding bite, humming happily. "One second." He said softly before sliding out of bed, and then in a flash he was gone, and back, with a wet rag and some gauze from the hall medicine cabinet.

You felt your heart flutter a little as you let Eddie clean up all the blood and cum. "I'll stay till you fall asleep but I'll have to leave before you wake up... but I'll make them let me see you." He smiled and gently tapped the gauze to your bite marks as you nodded. "Okay.."

You laid back slowly, not expecting Eddie to pull you and place a timid kiss to the top of your head, but he did, and when you felt his cold hands slide up your back you were happy to have him back, even if it was just for a bit, even if at some point he had to leave, you had him now and for now it was enough.

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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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you can make headcanons vampire eddie munson yandere x male reader

Yandere Headcanons | Vampire!Eddie Munson

thank you for requesting!

reader is assumed as being male

as a yandere, vampire!eddie is the type to get violently territorial when it comes to you

you’re his boyfriend, his mate, his property

you’re his and only his

and eddie doesn’t share

if anyone gets what he deems to be too close to you, then they’re on the menu for him - but it doesn’t stop there

some guy is looking at you for longer than he should? deadman walking

some girls are whispering about you when you pass them in town? their tongues are as good as gone

carver is getting on your case? he’ll be in a very different case soon enough, don’t worry

his already naturally protective nature is amped up to an 11, going from standard concern to possessive stalking and violent acts committed in your name

what? he’s got to eat somehow, and they weren’t doing anything of value - so what’s the harm? would you rather he just let them live and continue bothering you?

but he doesn’t always kill them - sometimes he just spooks them; draining them of some blood and taunting them with that sharp kind of his until they’re shaking like a leaf and he knows they won’t look at let alone speak to you again

either way he gets the desired outcome, and he gets some free entertainment

so win win

he’s constantly marking you in every way he can think of:

dark, deep bites that line your thighs, chest, shoulders and throat - impossible to cover up entirely (not that he’d give you the option)

insisting you use his colognes and soaps so you smell like him - so others that are near you know that you’re taken, that you belong to eddie the banished reborn and they never even stood a chance with you

buys you replicas of his shirts that are your size or a few above that you can wear - another visual indicator that you belong to the local freak

may even force you to get his name tattooed onto you - or could just mark it on you himself (e.g. with brands or a knife)

the taste of your blood drives him made, but he rarely ever feeds off of you; says he wants to save you for special occasions (and mostly gets his food from people that piss him off)

allows you to wander about hawkins freely, for the most part, but only lets you get close to the few people he approves of - namely the hellfire club and somewhat the older trio

but even then he heavily limits and controls your interactions with them and ensures that he has a strict monopoly over your time

you’re boyfriends, after all, so why would you want to be around anyone other than him?

he’s all you need

follows you everywhere you go, though you probably won’t notice him - enhanced senses are one of the most beneficial changes he underwent after the demobat attack when it came to his obsession with you

its not stalking, he promises, it’s just him looking out for you

you know how cruel people can be - and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t take care of you?

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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ‘Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

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kourtedbaphomet · 2 years

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Your Biggest Fan

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Helloo okaay so this might sound really stupid but can i request a 'Billy x male reader' where the reader is a soccer player and his friends/family don't really believe in him so they never come to his games but he starts to see his crush Billy show up, more and more in his games, and after a game he actually goes and congratulates to the reader and its just really fluffy? I know its kinda cheese af so if you don't like it or just don't want to write it just ignore it!!! “ — @russainweed

as a soccer player, this is absolutely not stupid. also, i may have switched it around to billy having a crush on the reader and the reader slowly developing one for billy — but nonetheless i believe it has the same idea you were going for.

Portuguese translation done by the great @neturnn 🫶🏽

CW: swearing, reader is a badass soccer player 🤞🏽, billy isn’t an asshole, reader has unsupportive parents, but he does have an extremely supportive billy.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: my first request omfg i hope i did you justice ✊🏽

word count: 2k something.

(keep in mind that for the purpose of this fic, billy isn’t a racist piece of shit. thank you!)

“You really aren’t coming?” Y/N asks his mother — who for some goddamn reason — refuses to go to his games. She usually drops him, but she’s being an asshole at the moment.

“No, Y/N. I’m busy.” She replies with the most monotone voice as she stares at the TV.

Y/N huffs a humorless laugh. “You know what? Never mind.” He throws his bag over his shoulders, “Since you’re just sooooo busy, I’m gonna take the car.” He grabs the keys off the wall without waiting for a reply.

He wants to say he’ll be back before 7 but he knows she wouldn’t even notice if he came home at all.

He throws himself into the car, shoving his bag with his equipment on the passenger seat. He sighs and rests his head against the steering wheel for a moment — trying not to punch the window at the thought that nobody will be at his game again. He’s used to it by now, but it would be really nice if someone actually came and watched him play.

He drives onto the road, and blasts the radio. He’s bopping his head to some Metallica as he turns into the school. He parks and he sees some of his teammates waiting with their families before they need to start warming up.

He stays in the car for a second, looking around the crowd and spotting Billy fucking Hargrove. He’s only heard bad things about him — and Y/N is a bit worried as to why he’s there. He really hopes none of his teammates end up getting a black eye by the end of the night.

Y/N gets out, grabbing his bag and heading towards the field. His coach and some teammates are already at the bench, so he greets them accordingly.

“If you want, you can have your family sit over here beside the bench — they can see a lot better over here.” His coach says, gesturing to the area he’s talking about.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll let ‘em know.” Y/N mumbles as he puts on his cleats. He slides his shin guards into his thick socks and stands up. At this point he’s very close to kicking his coach in the nuts.

He’s not thinking about the fact that no one is there to watch him destroy this other team, he really isn’t. He doesn’t need his asshole of a mom or his useless dad to win the game.

Just as Y/N is getting into his position, he spots Billy again. He’s sitting on the hood of his Camaro, a cigarette in his mouth. He tries not to stare long, but he thinks Billy catches him because he sees a grin take over his face.

The whistle blows, and Y/N gets in the zone. When halftime rolls around, they’re up by 4 — the score being 6 - 2.

The game finishes and Hawkins’ High has won 8 - 2, Y/N scoring 6 of the goals. He talks with his team for a bit, then makes his way to the car.

Before getting in, he sees Billy. Who seems to be looking in his direction with a concentrated face. The weirdest part is, Billy hadn’t moved the whole game. Stayed sat atop his Camaro, and didn’t talk to anyone. Y/N doesn’t stay long though, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads back to his house.

Y/N has another game. That as usual his parents don’t want to go to.

He drives into the school again and parks, waiting in the car. He’s just chilling with the music and air conditioning on for a moment before he hears the familiar booming that is Billy’s Camaro.

Y/N tries to think of a reason as to why Billy would be here again. It doesn’t make any sense, because this really isn’t Billy’s crowd. A basketball game seems more fitting for him — since the soccer games have a quieter crowd, with no parties afterwards.

As Y/N gets out of the car, he realizes that Billy parked a lot closer than he thought he did. Y/N walks past Billy, flashing a small grin. It looks as if Billy was going to wave because he lifts his hand that isn’t holding his cigarette up — but he just moves to scratch at his chest.

While he’s on the field, he feels someone staring. He wants to say that it’s Billy, because god knows no one comes to watch for Y/N — but he really can’t pin point it because of how intense the game is.

But to no one’s surprise, Hawkins wins again. Y/N scoring 5 goals. He’s wiping his sweat as he walks to the car and is startled by a figure leaning against the driver’s side.

“You’re on my car.”

“I know that.”

Y/N sighs, he really doesn’t want any trouble. He’s just tired and he seriously wants to shower. “Look man, I don’t know what you want from me — “

“Who said I wanted anything?” Billy says, pushing himself off the car to walk towards to Y/N. “I just wanted to tell you that — “

“Did Greg do something again? I suggest you take that up with him and not me.” Y/N interrupts, adjusting his bag on his back.

Billy’s a lot closer now and he smiles and — woah this guy is a lot more attractive up close. “I’d understand the attitude if you guys lost, but you made that team eat your dust.”

Did Billy Hargrove just compliment him?

“I don’t think I follow..”

Billy laughs at that. “Didn’t think Mr. MVP would be so humble.” He throws an arm over Y/N’s shoulder, despite how sweaty he must be. “I’m tryna’ say that you killed it out there, dude.”

Y/N has to fight a smile at that. Despite being known at school for playing on the soccer team, nobody’s taken the time to actually go and tell him that he did a good job. “Thanks. Thank you. I tried.”

Billy pats Y/N’s back, moving to walk away. “Keep up the good work.”

“Wait — “ Y/N says without thinking and Billy turns around, “Did you come here for me?” There’s a pause. “Last time you were here you didn’t talk to anyone.”

“You watching me, creep?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

With the field lights glaring down on them, Y/N can see the red tint that comes up to Billy’s face. “Don’t let it get to your head, punk.” He smiles and struts towards his stupid Camaro.

Y/N smiles to himself. Maybe this Billy Hargrove isn’t so bad after all.

The next couple games go by quickly, faceless teams losing — Y/N doesn’t remember much, other than after the games. He and Billy would lean against his car and talk for as long as it takes for the field lights to turn off, leaving them laughing in the dark.

On the night of the championship game, Y/N’s mom drops him instead of having him take the car because she has a late meeting.

Y/N steps out of the car, and just as he does — hears that damn Camaro, he hates to admit that it’s become music to his ears.

Billy pulls into the parking spot while Y/N waits for him to get down. “Mommy dropped you today?” He says jokingly.

Y/N lightly punches his shoulder and hands him his bag to hold. He’s already put on all of his equipment, but he’s worried that it’ll rain tonight — he doesn’t want his bag to get soaked.

“Good luck, hot stuff. Not that you’ll need it.” Billy says and Y/N can’t help but mentally shut down at that for a minute, then he decides to fire back.

“If we win, you gotta drive me home.” Y/N winks, knowing damn well what the outcome of the game is going to be.

Billy laughs and the tips of his ears turn red. “Yeah — sure. Whatever.”

The game is nerve wracking for both teams, but Hawkins’ has the lead in the first half. Y/N sends glances towards Billy, smiling at him every once in a while.

Towards the second half though, the opposing team catches up. The score is 4 - 4, Y/N having made 2 of the goals. There’s about 10 minutes on the clock left, and it starts to rain, hard.

It’s a lot harder to play with the weather like this. The two teams struggle to get the ball under control. Despite this, Y/N is able to dribble the ball. He’s close to the goal and is about to shoot before some dude comes and rams into him — effectively tripping him in the penalty box.

There’s an “ooooo” that is heard through the hard rain and the ref blows the whistle. Y/N gets up, and realizes that it’s time for him to take the penalty kick.

He lines up the ball with the dot, as the goalie bends his knees and gets into his position. The ref tells the team that this is the last play.

Y/N hops up and down for a bit, trying to conjure the energy he needs for this shot. The goalie seems nervous, especially because of the rain, but it’s bad for both of them.

A deep breath in, a deep breath out, a running start, a well calculated kick — and Hawkins’ High are the champs.

The ref blows the whistle and there’s screaming, car horns beeping, and banging from the bleachers. Y/N drowns everything out as his team hoists him up in the air.

A little later, the rain has calmed down. Y/N walks towards the direction of Billy’s car, but nearly shits himself when it isn’t there.

He jogs a little bit to make sure it really isn’t, when suddenly a loud honk came from behind him. “Jesus fuck — “ Y/N turns around and flips the bird aggressively at Billy.

“Where’d you go?” Y/N asks as he opens the passenger side door.

“To find someone.” Billy says nonchalantly. He isn’t as cheery as he normally would be — Y/N thought he would be happy that his team won.

Y/N stares at him. “Who?”

“Number twenty-six.” Billy mumbles around a cigarette, bringing the lighter to his lips. Y/N stares for a bit longer before it clicks.

“You — dude, did you beat him up?” Y/N looks around for the other team, sighing when he sees that they’ve already left. “Falling is part of the game, Billy.”

Billy turns to look at him. “He tackled you.” He takes a long puff from the cigarette. “I just told him to fuck off, I didn’t touch ‘em.”

Y/N groans at that, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need your protection, honey.” He pulls his jersey over his head, dumping it on top of the Camaro.

Billy glances towards him and turns into a tomato. “Did — did you bring extra clothes?”

“No,” Y/N shakes the rain out of his hair, “Just thought I’d go shirtless.”

It looks as if Billy can’t decide whether or not to look in Y/N’s direction. Glancing at him constantly, but also trying to distract himself with the cigarette.

Y/N laughs. “C’mon, take me home.”

The car ride there was energetic. Filled with laughter and praise. “I mean seriously — you should play for a national team or something.”

“I would but uh — my parents don’t care much for my soccer shit.” Y/N stares out the window. “No biggie though, I’m cool with just playing for Hawkins.”

Billy slows the car down a bit, which is surprising considering he’s broken at least 30 street laws in the span of 6 minutes. “You mean, they don’t care for your talent?”

Y/N shrugs. “Nah.” He turns to Billy, “Like I said though, I don’t really care.”

“Is that why I never see them at your games?”

“What?”

“Your parents.”

Y/N stares ahead of them. “Yeah. They’re busy.”

The car goes quiet. Billy’s going 15 in a 30. “You know,” Billy turns to him. “I think that you’re an amazing player and — person.”

“Yeah?” Y/N grins, “You think so?”

Billy slows to a stop. “Y/N, you’re — cool as hell.” Y/N starts laughing. “No — I’m serious, like — you’re the shit.”

Billy turns to him fully. “I’m sorry that your parents are fucking dickheads, and can’t see how talented, amazing, and handsom — awesome, their kid is.”

Y/N sighs a bit. “Thank you, Billy.” He looks out the window once more. “My house is actually right here.”

He opens the door and hops out, cringing at the wet seat. “Sorry — didn’t realize how sweaty I was.”

Billy glances at it and waves a hand. “It’s fine.” He gestures to Y/N’s body, “It was worth the view.”

Y/N laughs and grabs his bag. “You’re adorable, Hargrove.” He closes the door.

The window rolls down, “I’ll see you later, champ.” Billy blows him a kiss, and Y/N catches it and throws it in the trash bin on the lawn.

Billy fakes an offended look and flips him the bird as he speeds off.

Guess Y/N’s got himself a fan.

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