#vampire eddie smut

[luveline]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 

summary eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too. [20k]

warnings two losers falling in love!! vampire!eddie munson, ditzy!reader (kind of), fem!reader, smut mdni (p in v, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, general heavy petting and kissing, praise), fluff, hurt/comfort, angst (eddie struggling with guilt and grief). canon divergent (the events of volume 2 take place but there’s a mostly happy ending i.e. everyone good lives and everyone bad dies) TW eddie doesn't have suicidal thoughts, but he does think about it briefly. not with intent or anything like that though. requested here for my halloween party <3

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Eddie Munson never wanted to be a vampire, and he wants that on the record. 

It's a ridiculous existence. It's embarrassing. It's nothing like all the movies and books promised him. 

He's looking at you, Bram Stoker. 

In Eddie's mind, Stoker’s nothing less than a liar and a sycophant. 

"Who's dick were you bouncing on, Stoker?" he demands to know, kicking fallen leaf mulch under his feet angrily. "Need'ta fucking impress some vampire lover with your over-exaggerated, over-powered, ridiculous descriptions? Great. Hope it was worth it. Meanwhile I'm here, self-esteem half the size of a grain of rice because I can't scale a building with my bare hands." 

Eddie would know. He's tried. 

He's not genuinely angry with Bram Stoker, but he'd rather take his frustrations out on a guy who's been dead for a hundred years than take them out on the demobats, because he doesn't want to even think about the demobats. They're all dead too. Not before they'd had (see: devoured) their pound of flesh and changed his life for the worse, though.

He shakes his head to drive out the memory like water in his ears. It's easier to pretend none of that shit in the upside down ever happened. (Impossible to pretend. He begs himself to try anyway.) 

He’s pissed because science fiction has promised him a lot of things and reality has delivered on none of them. No super strength, no impermeable skin. He is faster, but that's more a reflexive thing than anything else. And being faster doesn't make running fun. That’s impossible.

Sunlight breaks through the treeline and his skin crawls. Science fiction didn't get that right, either. The sun doesn't hurt. It's just really, really annoying.

He covers his eyes, winces at his itchy hand, pulls his sleeve over his fingers and covers his eyes again. "This blows," he says, and means it. 

In Dracula, the sun nulls Dracula’s supernatural abilities. Eddie doesn’t have any abilities worth nulling, unless you count echolocation.

He doesn’t. 

He walks another five minutes up the road toward Forest Hills when he realises you're behind him. His senses are enhanced now as a bat’s might be, hearing fine-tuned and dialled up every second of the day — which makes living in a trailer park where everyone thinks he's a murderer an acute misery — but he's as prone to distraction as anyone else. Especially when he gets stuck in a memory.

Eddie throws his gaze over his shoulder and finds you thirty or forty feet away, talking to yourself under your breath. He knows you more for your sounds than your appearance. To be able to put a face to your mindless babbling is a mystery solved. Of course you look like that. A skirt made of soft looking fabric bounces over two cute thighs, a pretty lacy corset type of thing that isn't too tight outfits your top half. You look more like a vampire than he does. 

"Hi, Eddie," you call.

His eyes widen, a deer-in-the-headlights kind of surprise. If you notice how he's frozen you don't show it, continuing to push your bike toward him. The tick of the wheels grows louder as you get closer, two hands on the handlebars with wrists draped in bracelets, both silver and fabric. 

Besides your jewellery, your arms are bare. You must be freezing. 

"Hey," he says. 

He doesn't know your name. He doesn't know how you know his, and he’s too awkward to ask. 

Your sounds peak as you close the gap. The wet scrape of your dirty black canvas shoes over shining asphalt, the soft puff of your breath, the clinking sounds of whatever trinkets you have in your bag. If he focuses, he can make out the tiniest pinches of fabric. Your short sleeves rubbing against your arms, your bra straps stretching over your shoulders. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and tries to diminish his senses. 

"Where's your van?" you ask curiously. 

"Piece of shit kicked it in the middle of town. Just my luck." 

You pause at his side, looking him up and down obviously but without the judgement or irreverent disgust he's come to expect from near about everybody in Hawkins. 

"That's not good," you say succinctly. 

It's such a genuine response that Eddie can't find it in himself to be sarcastic. 

"God awful," he agrees sullenly. 

You nod and start to walk again. Eddie falls naturally into step beside you, matching your pace without thinking. 

"You should get a bike." 

He laughs. Coughs to cover it up. "Yeah?" 

"They're way more reliable than a car, and it doesn't hurt the zone." 

Eddie squints. "The o-zone?" 

"Is there another one?" 

You're still so serious that he spares you the ridicule he might dole out to anyone else. If Dustin had said something like that he would've ripped the kid a new one, but you're rather sweet in an odd way. You have a soft manner of talking — each word sounds like you've thought its pronunciation through meticulously beforehand. 

He ignores your question and points at your bike, ring catching the sun. "Why aren't you riding it?" 

"My chain slipped." 

"So much for reliable." 

That makes you smile. Eddie feels it like a punch, a flat palm slapped into his chest. 

"You can't put the chain on yourself?" 

A brisk breeze whips your hair, your earrings. The left kisses your cheek, a silver heart-shaped hoop with pink beads that click together. You lean into it, face tilted to one side as a perplexed smile plays on your sticky lips. "You can do that?" 

"Sure, you pull it back around the gear. It's easy." He hesitates for a moment, and then feels guilty about hesitating. "I'll do it for you, if you want." 

"The guy in no. 62 has been charging me ten dollars." You don't sound as angry as you should, in Eddie's opinion. 

"I'll do it for nothing." 

You beam at him. His chest feels like a bruise. 

Pretty girls don't like Eddie. Not before Chrissy, not after. He's trying to work out your angle, what it is that you want. 

Or maybe you don't know. 

As soon as you find out who he is, you'll turn your pretty nose up at him and walk the other way. He shouldn't smile at you, he definitely shouldn't fix your bike. 

He can't help it. He's so starved for positive attention that he follows you all the way through the park, westside to east. 

He checks the driveway of his own home and smiles mildly when he spots Wayne's new car. It's new in the sense that it's different. It's actually way older than the one he'd had before, the one he'd pawned to pay for Eddie's — well, Eddie's everything. His check-ups, his court dates, his goddamn bail. In the same way that this trailer isn't the trailer, but an older, smaller one as far away from their first as possible. 

Kid, if I had the money…

Wayne hadn't needed to finish. If he had the money, they'd leave. Leave Hawkins, leave Indiana. Settle down in some other mediocre Midwestern state with all the same creature comforts and none of the "You were acquitted but literally none of us believe you didn't kill someone," motif. 

All they have now is debt, each other, and the Great Munson mug collection. 

Eddie keeps his head down as they pass the old trailer. Nobody lives inside now. Only termites. 

He can taste blood by the time they reach your home. Far from the metallicity of his human blood, Eddie's blood now harbours a bitter taste. Not quite like coffee but with that same overwhelming earthiness. He pulls his teeth from the bitten flesh of his bottom lip and quickly raises a hand to his teeth, alarmed. 

No knife-like points. Normal teeth. 

"Are you thirsty?" you ask him. 

Eddie flinches and drops his hand. You've parked your bike against the wooden lifts of your porch and are halfway up the steps to your front door, hand clasped loosely on the railing. 

His heart fucking pounds. 

"I have grape juice?" 

"Right," he says hurriedly, "right. Yeah, that would be awesome." 

Duh, you meant juice. 

You send him another endearing smile and pop up the last of your steps and into the front door. It's not locked. He doesn't follow, thinking you must live with somebody (who's gonna know exactly who he is and tell him to get lost).

He turns his attention to your bike instead. It's easy enough to fix. He rolls the bike so its handlebars are resting against your concrete driveway and covers the top bar of the metal body with his sneaker to stop it from toppling. He rolls up his sleeves and bares his arms, but pulls them back down immediately when he remembers the white-purple whorls of scar tissue lurking underneath. 

"Fuck," he mutters. Everything is a reminder, all of the time. He can't escape what happened. 

It's everywhere. 

He's getting his fingers under the chain when you reappear. You've layered up, bracelets and naked arms hidden by a black hoodie. 

The wind blows and your skirt shifts. From his position he can see a ladder hiding in your tights where your inner thighs are pressed together. He whips his gaze up like a high-school perv caught sneaking peeks in the girls locker room and notices the stitching on your chest for the first time.

"You like Dio?" he asks excitedly. 

"Who?" 

He wilts. "Uh, your hoodie. Dio." 

"I got it for three dollars in the bargain bins," you supply helpfully, all pep as you climb down the stairs and offer him a glass cup adorned in dainty enamel flowers. "Is Dio good?" 

He waves his hand at the glass apologetically. "Two seconds…" Lifting the chain with the second hand, Eddie tugs and then feeds until the links are lined up with the bumps on the big chainring. The skin on his fingertips get pinched and his eyebrows pull together in pain, but it's a mild irritant at worst and after a moment the chain is back in place. 

He pulls his hand away and wipes dark grease down the front of his jacket. "I think I did it." 

You're glowing, earrings like a metronome as you ask, "That fast? You're awesome."

He turns the pedal and your back wheel spins in time with his heart. You're awesome. When was the last time somebody who wasn't Wayne said anything like that? 

Although Dustin had told him he thought Eddie was a much cooler, more fucked up version of the guy from Van Halen the other day. 

You're just saying that 'cos we're both called Eddie, Eddie had said morosely. 

Learn to take a compliment, dude. 

When they aren't pity compliments, he might. 

Eddie lifts your bike back onto the wheels to show you that it's working perfectly. You giggle your evident pleasure. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" you say, super sweet even as grape juice sloshes over the rims of your flowered glasses and drips down your fingers. 

"Here, let me," he says, taking the glasses from your purple-stained hands. 

You kiss your hands clean which is a thing, a lot to watch. Eddie admits to himself that he thinks you're really pretty, recognises that that is a bad thing to think considering the likely very short life span of your acquaintance. God knows you won't be saying anything as friendly when you find out who he is. 

"You're so nice," you say. It feels like you're talking more to yourself than him. "Thank you. It's slipped off three times this month, and ten dollars is ten dollars. Wait, do you want ten dollars?" 

"My services were administered charitably.”

Your smile grows. You accept your glass and take a small sip, eyes lit up as Eddie steers your bike one-handed to rest against the porch. 

"Do you wanna come inside? I don't have any of the Dio, but I have Blondie." 

He holds in a throwaway comment about real rock and roll, astounded that you’d ask him. "Your folks aren't home?" 

"I'm twenty-two." 

Eddie squints at you. "Seriously?" 

"You didn't think so?" 

He shrugs. It's not that you don't look twenty two. Or even that you don't act twenty two. But it's been a long time since he met somebody living alone in the park. Forest Hills is where poverty comes to settle. 

"A boyfriend?" 

"Just me and mister Porterson." 

"That your grandpa?" 

"That's my pet fish."

He smiles. It's his first real, authentic smile in days. He's genuinely elated by your offer and your attitude, but he doesn't know how to handle it, struck with a sudden nightmare of you, afterward, telling somebody you'd invited him in and he'd tried to hurt you. It isn't fair of him to assume you'd do anything like that. You've been nothing but sweet and sincere this whole time. 

Eddie hasn't let his guard down in a long time. 

You're giving him this wide-eyed, imploring look that promptly suffocates any fear. 

And in a week, when she finds out who you are and feels betrayed, feels tricked? What then, Munson?

"You know what happened?" he asks.

"What happened?" 

"Two years ago. Chrissy… Chrissy Cunningham?" 

Don't say her fucking name. 

Your expression clears as clarity blooms. You take a step. He needs a second to realise you've come forward rather than away, fingers twitching toward his hand. 

"I know about it. I'm sorry that happened to you." 

He stares. 

This is a trick. Two years and he can count the amount of people who believe him on his two hands, and only because they'd all gone through it with him. Sometimes there are outliers, logical people who seem to realise Eddie couldn't have killed all those people, couldn't have been in all those different places without leaving any evidence behind. And sometimes there are people who agree he didn't kill Chrissy, but he's a coward for leaving her to die. (She’d already been dead.)

Eddie doesn't know what he thinks. Wayne sets the record straight every now and then with a clap on the shoulder. You did what every parent wants their kid to do. You lived. I can't ask for more than that. 

"You don't believe it?" 

"That you hurt her?" You hold his gaze, face practically impassive. "No, I don't believe it." 

He pulls in a breath that fills every inch of his chest. "I could learn to like Blondie," he says. 

— 

You're standing in the driveway of Eddie's trailer with a heavy bag over your shoulder, face to face with a man who kind of looks like him but not really. You assume it's his uncle because who else could he be? If you hadn't seen him here you'd never guess. 

"Eddie's mom must've had strong genes," you say. You bring your shoulder up toward your cheek thoughtfully. "He didn't get any of your face. Was she pretty? Eddie's really pretty." 

"She was," he says, peering down his nose at you. 

"I got sandwiches. Do you want one?" 

"What kind?" 

"I have ham and cheese, or ham and lettuce and tomato, or I have pumpernickel cookies. Is Eddie a vegetarian?" 

"Why?" 

"'Cause I only brought one cheese and cucumber, and I have dibs." 

He climbs down the last couple of steps and is still taller but definitely less imposing, face covered in scratchy salt and pepper stubble and crows feet deeply embedded into the corners of his eyes. He looks like a man who has been tired for a very long time. You make a mental note to bring him some lavender for his pillow on your next visit. 

"You're Eddie's new friend?"

You nod your head briskly. "Yes, sir. I'm Y/N." 

He opens his box of camels like a pro, bottom pressed to his chest. He tucks a cigarette between his lips and pulls his lighter out. He doesn't light it. 

"It's nice to meet you," he says eventually, voice warming. 

You search through the mess of your skirt for the zipper on your bag and peel it open, pulling out your tupperware of cookies and cracking them open to release the fragrant smell of cinnamon and almonds. It's a heady scent, fitting for the holiday season approaching. 

You offer Eddie’s uncle a cookie.

"Thought pumpernickel was bread," he says gruffly, taking one. 

"It is, but there's this little town in France that makes these every year at Christmas and they call them pumpernickel biscuits," — he takes a bite and winces at the hard snap — "you're s'posed to dip them in hot chocolate." 

"You don't say." 

You nod happily and he moves aside to let you pass. 

"Thanks, kid." 

You turn back to him with your fingers curled around the door handle. "Of course! It's really nice to meet you, Mr. Munson, sir." 

"Wayne is fine." 

You laugh and repeat his name in a similarly rough voice, letting yourself in as Eddie had told you to do. You find him immediately in a man-made corner of the living room, pale and in his pyjamas. The trailer is open planned, a living room they’ve divided by propping a couch against the kitchen counter, a slim hallway leading to a cramped bathroom and the single bedroom. It's exactly like in your home. 

You're somewhat surprised to see him in pyjamas. Eddie doesn't wear comfy looking clothes out of the house — you've only ever seen him in jeans and jackets like a real rockstar. 

"Are you ready?" you ask.

You've invited him to come and search for bugs with you. Catching any kind of bug, whether beetle or butterfly or spider, is really scary, but you need to be able to catch them to draw them. 

You'd expressed this to him over the phone and he'd said, "I can come and help. I have good reflexes." 

He rubs his hands over his knees. There's a blanket pooled around his feet, a quilt he must sleep with, and the room is decorated with not a whole lot of stuff but enough to make you take a step back. 

"Is this your room?" you ask, enchanted. 

"Kind of." He pulls his hair from behind his ear, obscuring a pale cheek. "I don't think I can come with you today, I'm sorry. I meant to call you." 

You toy with a dark thigh high sock as you ease out of your shoes, height drastically decreasing. "That's okay, we can stay here. I brought you a sandwich. I brought you two sandwiches," you correct. 

He nods. Rather sadly, in your opinion. "Alright. Thanks." 

You step over a tented paperback and hand off the cookies before sitting down beside him on the couch he's occupying. It's smaller than the one against the wall and round like a clam, lots of room for your legs to stretch out. 

"I feel like a pearl," you say. 

You and Eddie have been friends for a little while now. Long enough for you to realise he's either depressed or mentally unwell in some way. You hardly mind keeping him company on his bad days if he needs somebody, so drawing bugs will have to wait. 

His hair is limp, not totally greasy but not super clean either. His face looks fresh enough, though the bags under his eyes make you frown. 

You pull your purse into your lap, thighs covered by the thin layers of your midi skirt. "I have just the thing for you," you murmur. 

"Yeah? Bring me another bracelet?" 

You like that he sounds eager. Making his bracelet had been a challenge, lots of knotting and double knotting, three restarts and one small under the breath tantrum. It's not anything special, black and white hearts seven strands wide, but he'd been very appreciative. 

"No, but I can make you another one if you want. I mastered the inverse chevron last night." 

He hums. You pull a saran wrapped sandwich from the depths of your crowded bag, glad to see it's mostly intact. When you open it up you find that it's the ham and lettuce and tomato one, so you drop it into his lap haphazardly and move onto the next. 

"Aha! Here," you pull a cucumber from your sandwich. "For you." 

He takes it between two tentative fingers. "Thank you?" 

"For your eyes." 

"There's cheese on it." 

"I'll still work," you assure him. 

"M'not putting cheese on my eyes." 

You laugh because he probably shouldn't put cheese on his eyes, cucumber adjacent or otherwise. "Okay, don't. I'll make you a hot towel." 

He drops his hand on your arm as you go to stand. You like how he touches you, soft but not scared. "You just got here. Stay here." He pats you nicely. "Tell me about work last night." 

You settle heavily into the seat beside him, your thigh to his thigh, your hip squished against his hip, doughy flesh separated by nothing more than a strappy tank top and a cotton long-sleeve t-shirt. His heat quickly becomes yours, a sinking transference of warmth. 

"Well," you begin, cheek turning into the couch to face him. "It was mostly okay. I dropped another plate, but this time it didn't have a stack of waffles on it." 

He smiles ruefully and sinks back as you had. Neither of you eat your sandwiches. "Progress. Taking it out of your pay?" 

"Yes, definitely." 

"Discrimination." 

"That's what I said! I said, Sarah, I was born with butterfingers and you know that." 

"She didn't budge?" 

"Dishwashing all week next week. Whatever, though, 'cause it's Saturday." 

He laughs and shakes his head, his gaze dropping to your neck. He does that sometimes. You can't blame him; you wear a varying assortment of necklaces because you think they're pretty, and you're glad he likes them too. 

"See my new one?" 

"What?" 

"New necklace." You look down at your chest and pull the newest addition from between the cups of your bra. "It's real silver." 

"It's nice." 

"It's surprisingly heavy. Wanna feel?" 

"That's okay," he says, slightly strained. 

Right, you think. I'm talking a lot. 

You press your lips together in a mild pout and look at him through appreciative eyes. He's a very pretty boy, all soft and pale and sweet dark curls.

"Do you want me to put your hair up?" 

His lips part before he talks. "I don't know if you should." 

"Sure I should. It's getting in your eyes, right?" You take his hand where it's laid unsuspectingly in his lap and slip the hair tie from around his wrist, his fingertips tickling the inside of your palm. "Sit forward, Eddie." 

He takes a deep breath, holds it, and sits up. You twist and then realise you need some more height, pushing a leg under yourself to kneel next to his lap. 

You weave our fingers softly into the hair at the front of his face and rake away in lieu of a brush. After it's mostly tamed you pull it all into one hand and wrap the tie at the base of his head. You hum to yourself as you go, pleased when his lovely curls behave. 

"Voilà," you announce, moving back on your haunches. 

He breathes out. "Thank you." 

You reach for a curl you'd missed at the very front and encourage it behind his ear. He has subtle indents in his cheeks today like he's in need of a good meal, and his skin is colder than it should be when you flatten your palm. 

"You need something to eat," you fret. Your fingertips stroke under his eye, your thumb his smile lines. 

He moves away slowly. 

You pull your hand back into your lap. "Maybe we can go out and get something, if you don't like the sandwich?" 

"What?" he asks, pale lips taut as he simpers at you. "Are you kidding? This is about to fix everything that's wrong with me." 

His enthusiasm emboldens you. "It so will! There's ham and cheese too, if you prefer that one." 

"Get it! I'm gonna eat both of them." S

Eddie eats both of his sandwiches and you eat your own, the two of you with your heads dropped back against the couch as you watch TV. There's a guy you've never seen before running around the streets of Chicago city centre looking for people to be in his play. Eddie's seen it before. He repeats dialogue in time with the characters, performing each line. Impressive, what with how tired he looks. 

"What did he just say?" you ask, mouth full of cucumber.

"He said he's gonna throw himself off a bridge," Eddie informs. "Poor guy. I know the feeling." 

You swallow harshly.

"Seriously?" 

Your sad tone surprises him. 

"I- No, I'm kidding," he says, scratching the base of his throat, friendship bracelet his only adornment.

His nervous itching makes you even more worried. 

"If you did wanna do that, you can talk to me-" 

He baulks, tongue poking out past his lips as he licks the corner of his mouth. "Thanks, sweetheart," he says, pet name like a kiss. It sounds silly but it really feels like one, right in the centre of your chest. "But I'm fine. Promise. It was a bad joke." 

"Okay," you say, letting your suspicion shine through. You hold his eyes. 

You haven't known Eddie long. It feels like you met yesterday, though really it's been two or three weeks. You fit together in a way you hadn't expected and adore more than you can articulate, two funny puzzle pieces.  

"Well, I just wanted you to know. I like being your friend, I don't want you to disappear."

He laughs and licks his lips, a rough, chesty sound. "I don't want you to disappear either." 

Tires crunch outside, a shushing sound and then the sharp shriek of a jeep being put into park. Eddie perks up considerably, his shoulders straightening. 

"Hey, Chief," Wayne calls. 

Trailer walls. Basically made of cardboard. 

"Hey, Wayne. Where's the kid?" 

You can't hear what Wayne says after that, words stolen by the TV. 

"Is that Chief Hopper?" you ask, trying to catch a glimpse of him through the mostly shuttered blinds. 

"Yeah, he- He's friends with Wayne." 

"Why's he wanna know where you are?" 

"'Cause I got into so much trouble." 

You bite your tongue. His tone is hard, not stern but almost, and you realise you've overstepped as you usually do. You want to apologise but you don't want to pick the wound, eager to gloss over and make him smile again. 

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" you ask him.

"What?" 

You spread your legs wider to slide onto your thighs and make him the taller one again, legs bent in a 'W' shape. "Coming back from the dead! First Will Byers, then Hopper." 

Something surfaces in his expression. An irony. 

"The undead," you croon, aiming for a smile, a laugh. 

He cracks. "The undead," he agrees, smiling in bemusement. His eyes are a funny shade of brown. 

—

Eddie shoo’s you home early that night but tries to do it kindly. He feigns exhaustion, a facade that's difficult to uphold when his entire body is thrumming with want. If there's one thing Eddie hates about being a vampire (there are literally hundreds of things he hates, but this one's special) it's that he wants to hurt the people he likes a thousand times more than the people he doesn't. 

He can't explain it. Your blood is more appealing than any lonesome stranger's. Your pulse is practically music to his ears when you sit beside him. He'd kill himself before he ever hurt you, though. Or that's what he likes to think. Whether he has that amount of control is debatable. 

No. He would kill himself before he hurt you, or Wayne, or any of his friends. 

Steve can see the way that he's feeling on his face. 

Hopper's delivery set to one side, a tall glass with blood congealed in a sticky ring at the bottom, Eddie curls under his huge quilt and tries not to pass out. Blood sate feels the same as a thanksgiving food coma. It's awesome. 

He hates how good it feels. 

"Stop feeling guilty," Steve says. 

"He doesn't look guilty to me," Dustin says beside him, taller than the last time Eddie had seen him but still miles off of Steve's tall stature. He's changed his hat again, this one a garish green. It's not a good look. 

"He looks like he's napping," Robin says, delighted. 

"Can you guys go home?" Eddie asks. 

"Shithead." 

"What Steve means to say," Robin corrects, grinning her huge, catching smile, "is that no, we aren't going home. We brought games." 

"I don't wanna play games." He does. Eddie needs the distraction, because eventually the blood sate will fade and all that will remain will be self-revulsion and a cruel desire to do something awful. 

"I do not care even slightly," Steve says, deadpan, as he sits right there next to Eddie where you'd been sitting before. Steve's nowhere near as soft and he doesn't smell as nice, but Eddie's honestly glad someone is willing to sit next to him at all. 

"Ouch, what the fuck?" 

Dustin looks up from where he's sat himself on the floor. Robin giggles in her seat on the coffee table. 

"Munson, are you fucking shedding? I just got stabbed." 

"They don't work like that. They retract." 

Eddie feels at his broken gums with his tongue. There's a clean incision where his fangs come out and then snap back inside after a time. They're remarkably thin, fitting in front of his natural incisors neatly. 

Steve grumbles, hips lifted and hand searching under his butt for whatever it is that jabbed him. He retrieves exactly what Eddie had been expecting but hadn't had the forethought to prepare a lie about with a shocked gasp.

"Is this an earring? You don't have your ears pierced." 

He swallows, knowing it's a very guilty gesture, and meets Steve's eyes straight on. 

Funny how Steve's hair speaks as much as his expression, bobbing as he nods his head to emphasise each word, "Munson, do you have a girlfriend?" 

Silence. 

"...Not really." 

"Holy shit," Dustin says, sounding extremely pleased. "No way." 

Robin tucks her short hair behind her ears, hands paused in disbelief at her neck. "Actually?" 

"I have a friend," Eddie admits. 

"Thank god," Steve says, dropping your heart earring onto Eddie's thigh. The silver feels extremely hot over his pyjamas, like it's been held in the centre of a blistering hearth. 

"I really thought Steve was gonna have to take one for the team and give you a pity handie," Robin says agreeably, scratchy voice coloured by genuine awe. 

Eddie groans, "Harrington, get this shit off of me. You know I can't touch that." 

"I forgot," Steve lies. "Can you wait? My hands are busy." 

—

He has Steve put your earring between two pieces of kitchen towel and holds onto it. He doesn't see you for a week, and he keeps your damn earring in his pocket that entire time worried it's gonna slip out and brand him at any second. 

Finally, you call him. He pretends he wasn't waiting. 

"Hello," you say, like you're announcing something. 

"Hey. How are you?" 

"Eddie, I need your help. Badly." 

He flinches up where he'd been leaning casually, hard enough to make Wayne jump. Eddie smiles at him placatingly and mouths a poor sorry, turning away to pretend there's a semblance of privacy to be found in such close quarters. 

"Are you okay?"

"I gotta find a rainbow leaf beetle. Do you have a torch?" 

"...What?" 

"They only come out at night, so I'm gonna go look but I don't have a torch that works." 

He relaxes, the lilting cadence of your voice enough to make his whole night. You sound so pretty even through the phone. He suspects you could hold any pitch, deep or high, and you'd still sound nice. 

It's all in the way you — he says this with love — perform the words. You speak like each word you're saying has equal importance, and it's calming.

Even when you say stuff that's nonsense to him.

Right now, you don't sound upset or even worried about not having a torch, simply curious to know if he has one. If he focuses hard (and he's been trying not to, as you deserve your privacy) he can hear you all the way across the park, shifting from foot to foot in your bedroom, carpet crushed under your heels. 

The action makes him think this might be more urgent to you than you'd first admitted. 

"I have a torch." He also has amazing night vision. Like, impeccable. "Can I come help?" 

"You want to?" 

"I'd love to. Are you going out tonight?" He leans back to glance out the window. "The rain is finally stopping." 

"Yeah, tonight! Is that okay for you? We could go tomorrow if you can't." 

You're willing to change your plans now that he's asked to go with you. It's a gesture as lovely as you are. Eddie doesn't think you'd ever think it of yourself; your kindness is so intrinsic you don't notice it, like the fine stitching of a leather bound book. Integral and widely unappreciated.

"That's perfect."

Wayne raises an eyebrow when Eddie relays the conversation. "You're going out in the middle of the night with this girl to… look for bugs." 

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. "I swear." 

"Be honest with me, kid." 

"I am!" 

Wayne swirls his coke can around in his hand as he thinks, a reluctance evident in his scowl. Eddie knows he's way too old for a guardian's oversight like this but he lets Wayne have a say because Wayne loves him, and Eddie doesn't ever want to put his old man through the turmoil he went through when he ran away. If that means a curfew in his twenties, Eddie's okay with that. 

"If you're going to have sex with this girl, I'd prefer you did it here. You have to treat women with respect."  

Eddie shivers, full body. "Wayne," he groans, covering his face. He can feel his cheeks pink under his palms, that's how quickly his embarrassment rises. 

"I know you're more responsible these days, and you're a grown up. If you want a girlfriend and you want to do adult things with her-" 

"Jesus Christ." 

"- then that's alright. You don't have to fool around outside." 

He drags his hands down on his face, pained. "It's not like that. You met her, you know she's…" 

"Strange?" 

"Alternative." 

"No, you're alternative. She's cooky." 

"Don't," he says. He knows his uncle isn't actually being cruel, so he lets it lie and fights for his own cause. "We aren't messing around. She genuinely wants me to go find these bugs with her. And…" He hates himself. "She has her own place, you know? If we were going to-" 

Wayne seems stricken by the same mortified embarrassment as Eddie, raising a calloused hand in surrender. "Spare me." 

"Thank you," Eddie says, spinning on his heel to hide in the bathroom for a while. It's only when he's sitting on the closed toilet does he realise Wayne hadn't mentioned his more dangerous ailment. For a time, he'd been a normal (debatable) person having a normal (horrifying) conversation with his dad. Not a vampire. Not somebody who ruins everything he touches. 

—

"It's so quiet," you whisper. 

For you, Eddie thinks. 

You're in the forest surrounding the aptly named Forest Hills trailer park, wielding your borrowed torch carefully into the dark. Eddie's following in your footsteps, trying not to smell everything that's on you today and failing. 

You smell like a person as everybody does. Over that is your soap, a faint hint of milk and honey that sticks to your skin even after you've washed it away. Over that is your deodorant, 'unscented', and over that is your perfume, which he likes most. It's a mix of smells, some Eddie doesn't know and some he does. There's lavender, though that might be down to the bunch you'd brought for his uncle wrapped in newspaper, and there's something fruity he can't quite put his finger on, all of it wrapped up in a cloying pairing of vanilla and coconut. 

"Eddie?" 

"What?" 

"Are you okay? You're almost as quiet as the trees." 

If only you knew the trees aren't quiet. 

"I'm alright," he says quickly, catching up to you where you stand a few feet ahead. "What are we looking for?" 

Best change the subject. How to explain he'd been smelling the notes of your perfume? 

"They rest on tree trunks. You have to be careful, any sudden sound or light will scare them away. But if you flash the torch on them, they shine like oil stains." 

He loves when you talk. "Where'd they come from?" 

"Place called Snowdon. They're so rare, they think there's only about a thousand alive there." 

"Well, how did they get here?" 

You laugh under your breath, so quiet he would've missed it if he wasn't enhanced. "I don't know. How do beetles get to different places?" 

"They fly?" 

A twig crunches under your shoe. 

Eddie tips his head to the side, thinking. "If there's only a thousand, how-" He stops, your circle of torch light growing further and further away. "Are you sure that they live here?" 

"No, but if they do we'll be the first to find them." 

"So they've never found any out here? In- In the midwest?" 

"Not yet. Where'd you go?" 

He shakes his head in an affectionate disbelief. "Right behind you." 

You search in silence for a while. Eddie wishes he could say he was mad, or even mildly annoyed, wishes he had even the slightest regard for his own time, but really he thinks any time with you is time well spent. Especially if it's helping you do something you want to do. Whether you find your rainbow leaf beetle or not, he feels better knowing he's out here with you to keep you safe and in company. 

Conversation is sparing. He doesn't mind. Your footsteps fill the sound and he finds even that stupid detail charming, the crunch, the pick up. His own are silent, a rare advantage to his terrible affliction. 

"Any other beetles you want me to keep an eye out for?" he whispers. 

"I'm not sure…" You turn to face him, torch pointed at your shoes. Rubber toes touched together, you lean in until you're all he can smell. Perfume. Blood. "If you see any cool spiders, too." 

"You have the mason jar?"

"You know I do." 

More than you realise, he thinks. The glass clicks in your bag. 

There's enough light reflected to see the most minute details of your face. Your nose, the circle of your irises but not their colour. He suspects Eddie from early '86 wouldn't have been able to see hide nor hair, and it wouldn't shock him if you were technically blind right now.

"Thanks for coming out with me. I was gonna ask you." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, but I didn't want to come on too strong." He can sense your smile even though he can't see it. It's in the way your breathing deepens. "I know I can be a lot to deal with." 

"Who told you that?" 

"What?" 

Eddie doubles down.. "Who told you that?" he sounds heartbroken. 

He kind of is. Yeah, you're weird — Who cares? Who isn't? — but you're not a lot to deal with. He doesn't 'deal' with you.

"Everybody tells me that. All the time." 

"Everybody's stupid." To say it so loudly, scathingly, is sweet. It's therapeutic. "They are. This whole town is stupid." 

Your fingertips touch his thigh. He's willing you to turn the torch up and see his face, because he has a lot of feelings on display that he isn't brave enough to say out loud. 

"You never make me feel stupid," you say softly. 

"You're not." 

You giggle breathily at his vehemence, fingertips pressing in with a touch more pressure before you pull away and shine the torch deep into the trees. 

"This whole town is stupid," you mumble. "But not you." 

He thinks of his friends who are definitely stupid, but he loves anyways. He's about to add them to the not-stupid (subjectively) list when he remembers Steve's discovery: your earring burning a hole in his pocket. He'd been carrying it for long enough now to forget all about it. 

"Hey, I have something for you." 

"You do?" 

"Don't get too excited. It's not a gift." 

He digs in his pocket for the tissue paper wrapping and hisses in shock as the silver plating of your hoop graces his index finger. You shine the torch at him. His eyes ache like he's been stabbed and he slams them closed, hand pulled to his chest. 

How embarrassing. 

"Eddie, what happened?" you question loudly.

He winces at the sudden overstimulation. Slowly, he blinks, and finds you staring at him in a worry that softens every feature, even your nose. He doesn't know the logistics. 

"It's okay. Stabbed a paper cut on the back. Your earring's in my pocket, the heart?" 

"The hoop? I thought I lost it." Your worry turns to confusion and then melds into joy. You step forward and fish in his jacket pocket for your earring. 

"Steve found it." 

"'The hair'?" 

"Yeah, the hair." 

You both laugh and yours heightens when you find the earring, pulling it out like a knife to be brandished. "Yes." 

"I meant to tell you a dozen times that I had it." 

"You're the best." 

There's a crunch of wood somewhere to the left like something heavy falling over.

The forest sprawls in every direction and the trees tower, their presence looming as skyscrapers. The wind ruffles the topmost branches and their trunks groan with pressure. It's enough to freak Eddie out super sense or not, feeling suddenly like he couldn't protect you. He could hear the individual droplets of drool dripping from a lynx's bloody maw, and he can sense each twig underfoot before he takes his next step, but none of that is going to keep you safe in the face of real danger. 

"Maybe we should head back," he says tentatively.

"Okay. Do you want to come over?" 

His breath catches. "You want me to?" 

"Yeah, we can watch movies, I have leftover pasta." 

That sounds more like what he should've been thinking. "I don't wanna keep you up." 

"What kind of pasta?" he asks. 

The torch flickers. "With the tiny tomatoes. You'll like it, super creamy." 

"How do you know?" 

"You like Alfredo," you say astutely, hitting the torch into the palm of your hand. It flashes weakly, the shadow of the trees flickering and so dark they're violet. 

"Try tightening the handle." 

You turn the barrel of the torch and the light switches off completely. You try to undo what you've done to no success, the sound of plastic rubbing plastic almost as loud as your heartbeat. Your pulse falters and then grows to racing when the light fails to come back on. 

"Eddie," you say, sounding unsure. It's a new sound on you. "I don't know where we are. How are we gonna get home?" 

Your admission is like a dousing of ice water over his head. "You don't know what direction we came from?" 

"No, do you?" 

Eddie wouldn't know if he couldn't hear the sound of the electricity pylon buzzing somewhere to the right. But how can he explain that? "Uh, we were turned around."

You creep to his side and grab his arm with both hands. "Are you sure?" 

"Hey," he says gently. "Hey, it's okay. I know where we are. We'll be fine." 

"Are you sure?" you ask again. 

"I'm positive." 

You take a deep breath that doesn't erase your shakiness, a failed attempt at self-soothing. "I really don't know where we are." 

"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" 

"Not really… I don't wanna get lost out here." 

"You won't. I know how to get back. C'mon," he prompts, pulling his arm to encourage you forward. 

You let go of him and navigate a few steps by yourself. He weaves through the trees, waiting for your heartbeat to slow. 

It doesn't. He opens his mouth to reassure you again when you gasp, kicking your foot against a root and tripping. You barely fall, catching yourself on the trunk of a tree, and Eddie remembers himself. You can't see the trees. That's why you're worried. You can't see anything. 

Then the smell of blood hits him like a freight train. 

—

Your hand stings where you caught yourself, palm scraped down against harsh bark. 

"Shit," you mumble. 

You're panicking badly, and you're confused as to why Eddie isn't. Not only was it fucking stupid of you to come out here with only one torch, it was stupid of you to assume you'd remember what way was home. It was stupid of you to come here tonight for that stupid beetle, and stupid of you to drag Eddie along. You're an idiot, and now you're bleeding. 

Your eyes sting with tears, pain like a popped seal. I'm so stupid. 

"Hey," Eddie says, his tone silky soft, "you're okay. Let me help you up." 

You hold your hands out. 

"Eddie, this is weird." Hopefully he understands that weird means scary.

He takes your hands, fingers closing slowly over your bloody palm. His breath is loud as he pulls you up toward him like he's panicked but his grip stays kind, and you abandon the notion when he rubs over your knuckles with his thumb. "It's alright." 

He doesn't sound the same. 

"Eddie, we can't see." 

"We'll go slowly, okay? I'll put my hand out and we'll walk around anything that gets in the way." 

"Yeah," you say hurriedly, heart bump-bump-bumping against your ribcage. 

He keeps one hand, the injured one, and starts to drag you slowly through the trees. His grip tightens as you go until it starts to ache, until it feels like it might bruise. 

"Ouch, Eds. You're hurting me," you say, going for a lightly teasing tone and missing the mark. 

Instantly, he eases off. "Sorry, sweetheart. You hold onto me, alright?" 

You do as he'd asked, hand clinging to him as he leads. He doesn't squeeze you again, walking slowly as he'd promised, and the closer you get to the edge of the forest the clearer it becomes. Light pollution from the centre of town leaches through the trees like water trickling from an overflowing basin. 

His second hand is in his pocket. 

"Here," he says after you've traversed to the very edge of the forest. "There's the park. We're bona fide explorers." 

He looks out toward the park and you look at the side of his face. Something isn't right. Something uncanny. 

You drop your gaze from his face to your joined hands. They come apart, blood smeared in both your palms like two halves of a dripping heart. 

— 

There is something weird about Eddie. As a residential freak of Hawkins you think you're an authority in this, and you don't feel guilty for judging him. Your brain can't stop going over your night in the forest. For days you play the scenes back and for days you lose the details. You forget how the wind had tousled his hair, how he'd smelled, what he'd said. 

You remember the way he'd squeezed your bloody hand. You remember the way he'd spoken, strained. 

Not strained like he didn't want to comfort you, he had, but strained. 

Restrained. 

You're poking at the shallow cut half-healed now in your palm at work when a dude walks in, very tall, handsome, and gunning straight for you. 

You straighten your badge and hide your bracelet heavy wrists behind your back, receding slightly as he approaches. He slows in front of you. 

You have a light bulb moment. 

"The hair," you say.

He scowls. "He told you that, huh. Typical." 

"You're Steve?" 

"That's me." Steve crosses his arms across his chest, his back to a booth, your back to the diner bar. "You're Eddie's new friend." 

"What counts as new?" A month and a half doesn't feel so new to you. 

"Trust me, you're new." 

He has the strangest patch covering the outside of his left wrist, the same peculiar scarring that you can see on Eddie's waist when he reaches for a glass out of the kitchen cabinet. You don't ask because you're not a dick no matter how curious you find yourself, but it makes your heart skip. What is that? You'd assumed Eddie's was road rash. Now you're not so sure. 

He tucks it under his arm. 

You meet his suspicious gaze. 

"You want coffee?" 

"No." 

You kick your foot, shoe sliding over the shiny waxed floor with a squeal. "Is Eddie okay?"

"Did you want to come to a party next Friday?" 

"No," you say honestly. "Like a cult?" 

"What?" 

"Are you initiating me into your cult?" 

He finally smiles, eyes creased with amusement. "I'm inviting you to our club." 

"Club where you chew on each other?" 

You look pointedly at Steve's wrist. 

"No. Club where we play board games and drink jiffy pop. Come or don't, doesn't matter." 

"If it doesn't matter, why are you asking me?" 

It's a strangely intense conversation to have this early in the morning. Patrons chatter about work, coffee gets poured. The diner smells of syrup and sugar and bitter cold-press. You're both in work apparel, both refusing to move back. If this is some kind of shovel talk then that's fine, and if it's a test you're determined to pass, even if Eddie's been super weird lately. 

"I'll come if you promise not to eat me," you say. 

"It's really not that kind of club." 

—

"I had the weirdest visit in the entire world today," you declare, stopping in front of Eddie's porch with a smile. 

"Yeah?" he asks without looking up, guitar in his lap and pen scribbling over a lined notebook.

You wait for him to stop before you continue, leaning forward with both arms braced on the porch by his feet. "Steve Harrington came to see me, and he was super mean. You said he was nice." 

He frowns at you. "I told you he was a dick." 

"You like him when you tell me stories." 

"How mean?" Eddie asks, patting the seat beside him. 

You climb up onto the porch and plop down onto the couch, worn leather cold with the weather and damp in the seams. 

You take a strand of his hair and curl it around your finger. "Not really super mean, but he was, like, acting like I killed a baby." 

"He's like that." 

You sigh and lean your cheek against the couch cushion, watching Eddie's stubble move as he tamps down a teasing smile. "He invited me to a party next weekr." 

"It's not a party- Sweetheart, what are you doing?" 

You tickle his cheek with the end of his hair. "Nothing." 

"M'gonna sneeze." 

You tickle him again, fine dark strands brushing over his pale cheek. He's a very ashen guy, you've found. Likely because he barely goes out in the sun and he doesn't eat enough. You draw circles around the apple of his cheek and grin softly at his growing smile, a sweet, silly thing. 

"I'll tickle you back," he warns. 

"Promise?" 

He steals the curl back and tucks it behind his ear. 

"You're not a cannibal, are you?" 

Eddie chokes on air. You startle at his coughing and move to pat his back, palm slapping a steady rhythm into his shoulder. When he calms down you run your hand down the length of his arm, long sleeve t-shirt soft beneath your touch. You linger at his wrist and decide to hold it. 

He drops his pen and your hand travels until he's caught your thumb. He kneads it in his fingers.

"I'm not a cannibal. Why would you think that?" 

"I don't, but you and Steve are in your club, right?" 

"Hellfire wasn't like that," he says heatedly.

"No, not- Not that one." 

He doesn't say anything. 

"You have… He has this scar, on his wrist. Like something bit him, or-" He turns to you and he looks formidable and upset and himself, not mad at you but raw emotion in his expression anyhow. It's gone as quick as it came. 

"When all that… stuff happened," he begins quietly, "we got hurt. A couple of us." 

You drop your head, ashamed at having pried.  "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me anything else."

"Don't be sorry…" He squeezes your hand and lets it go. "Don't worry about it." 

"Okay." 

"We usually call ourselves a party, these days. Not a club." 

"Do you really play board games and drink jiffy pop?" 

"Sometimes we get really crazy and order a pizza. You should come." 

You realise as he says it how much his wanting you to go had mattered to you. Eddie's your friend, and you don't think that you're going to stay friends much longer.

"You think your friends will like me?" you ask, voice descending to a new kind of gentle. 

He puts down his guitar and his notebook. His full attention is something you've come to really enjoy, not because of the hunger you often see flitting across his face — though that's neat —, but because of the inklings of adoration clinging to his smile when he looks at you. His blinking lashes. He smiles at you and just slows. A usually frenetic boy calmed. 

"Maybe not Mike. Mike doesn't like anybody. Except for Will," he muses.

"What about you?" 

"What about me?" 

"Who do you like?" 

"I like all of them." He juts his cheek toward his shoulder, conceding, " I think Dustin's my favourite. He's funny. He's funnier than I am, and he's the smartest kid I've ever met. And he knows it." 

Your eyes focus on the pink outline of his upper lip as he speaks. It's a pleasure to be this close, and see him in this kind of crazy detail. When you go home tonight you might try to draw him. You'll probably forget.

It's the kind of smile that deserves to be immortalised. 

"I really like your smile," you tell him, hoping it'll last a little longer. 

It stretches. The pink outline turns white. "Shut up." 

"I do. I've seen a thousand different smiles but I've never met someone who smiles like you do." 

"How's that?" he asks, edging toward you, face a mirror in which you can see your own charmed expression. 

"Like you," — you shake your head with your lips parted — "know a secret. Something you won't tell anybody." 

His smile abruptly ends. 

You've nothing if not a talent for saying the wrong thing. 

"A good secret," you amend. 

He picks up his acoustic and gives it an experimental strum. "Maybe one or two," he agrees. 

Relief catches you. You nibble at the inside of your lip and watch his fingers work over the neck of his guitar, tipping your head so you can read the words he's markered over the body. 

"This machine slays dragons," you murmur to yourself. "Yeah? How many?" 

"Just the one." 

"Save any princesses?" 

"Not yet." He plucks at the strings, lost in thought, before turning to you with eyebrows raised. "Can you play?" 

You exhale out of the corner of your mouth as he pushes the guitar into your lap, an arm coming around your shoulder, the other reaching to guide your curled forefinger to the strings. You turn to face him, watching him talk with a growing fondness. 

"It's easy, I swear. We'll do Call Me. Blondie's basic, even a baby could play it." 

He realises you aren't listening and raises his gaze, shiny brown irises stuck on your lips. This close, it would be worse if he didn't look at them. 

You glance at his, an obvious thing, half a wish. If he only lifted his chin. 

Your breath mingles. 

"It's easy," he says again, a murmur of his usual volume as his gaze pulls back up to yours. "I'll show you." 

You wonder if he can hear your heart pounding; it's deafening. You wait, and you wait, and you turn your eyes back to his guitar and clamp your fingers down against the struts so he can't see them shaking with adrenaline. 

—

Eddie sits beside Steve and tries not to admit to himself that Steve Harrington is, horrifyingly, his best friend (along with the rest of the party, obviously). Steve is the closest in age and Eddie can't make excuses (though he tries and tries and tries), Steve understands how much Eddie doesn't ever want to talk about anything that's happened to them, so he talks about literally everything else instead. 

"It was the weirdest pawn shop I've ever been in. They had, like, a wall of combi's playing the same video at the same time but all slightly delayed." 

Eddie blinks. 

Steve turns his head from the TV, having expected a response. "Did you say something?" 

"No." Then, because he's not a dick. "Sorry, Harrington. Want me to sit on your other side?" 

"What for?" Steve says. Not because he denies how he's hard of hearing, but because he denies having conversations with Eddie. 

He does end up moving to Steve's other side with a pathetic excuse. "I can't see the TV." 

Steve doesn't say a word until he's sat down again. "Sorry I was mean to your girlfriend." 

"Yeah, what was that about?" 

"I was cranky because it was early and I don't want her to damage the integrity of the party." He gives equal weight to both reasons. 

Eddie snorts at him. "Since when do you care about the integrity of the party?" Steve barely acknowledges that they are a party. He thinks that's a very nerdy way to say friends. 

"Since always, dipshit." 

"And inviting her to join the party was the solution because…?" 

Steve drinks the rest of his coke and pretends to really care about what's on TV. "If," he begins after a minute, refusing to look at Eddie, "something happens with her, and something happens to you, that damages the integrity of the party." 

"Steve," Eddie says, jaw dropped down to his chest, "do you have a crush on me?" 

"Oh my god," Steve mutters. "Oh my god," he says louder. "I can't stand you." 

To prove his point, he gets up from the couch with a wrinkled nose, stops to tap his shoe gently against Max's where she's sitting in the armchair across from the coffee table, and disappears into his kitchen. 

Steve Harrington cares about me enough to give Y/N the shovel talk. 

He feels kind of great about it. 

But he's not sure your the one who needs warning. 

That night in the forest, Eddie had almost snapped. There are rules to follow if he wants to keep people safe, self-imposed, Hopper-imposed, and he's broken too many with you already, the most important being no close proximity when he's hungry. Eddie doesn't even realise he is hungry half the time. He'll be standing by you and he'll want to touch you, and suddenly it's like he's three weeks in to the month without sating. 

He thinks about kissing you and suddenly he's thinking about biting you, and hurting you, and it's literally tearing him up from the inside out. 

How can he want to do that to you? 

"You look so depressed and pathetic," Dustin says out of the blue. 

Eddie pouts and falls back into the couch, Steve's fancy throw falling onto his shoulder. "I used to like you," he says, taking in Dustin's outfit with a kind of parental approval. He's getting older and it shows, slightly more handsome than he had been — he's kept all his baby weight and it suits him, his full cheeks surrounded by the softest brown curls Eddie has ever seen. The outfit stays immature, a funny t-shirt and ill-fitting pants. 

"Sad. You have a sad face," Dustin says. 

"Go play with your nerd squad, please." 

He doesn't listen, collapsing in Steve's still-warm seat like a cheap tent and crossing longer, thicker arms over his chest. He smiles at Eddie genuinely. "Where's your girlfriend?" 

"No." 

"Where's Y/N?" 

Eddie tips his head so he can see past the coffee table and points to where you're almost hidden, sitting with Robin on the floor by Steve's sideboard. You have a basket of tapes in front of you, the two of you trying to choose what's going in the stereo. Eddie prays for anything but Blondie. 

You will most likely choose Blondie. 

"What does she like?" Dustin asks curiously. 

"Everything, kind of. Why?" 

"I wanna know what to say when I talk to her." 

Eddie smiles at his friend's face, a soft, surprised thing. "I don't know if she knows anything about the radio but if you're happy about it she'll be happy too. She's a good listener."

Dustin picks at a piece of lint on his t-shirt bearing a white and black print of a dog wearing sunglasses. "So you talk to her?" he asks without looking up. 

"I mean, yeah. What else do you do?" 

"With a girl that likes you? Huh, let me think." Dustin laughs and ruins his own sarcasm, pointer finger laid against his chin in a show of thoughtfulness. 

"It's not like that," Eddie says lightly. 

"It could be." 

"Could it? I mean… I don't even know if she'll stick around. And I feel bad 'cos I can't be honest with her." 

"Why not?" 

"Hopper said he would literally put me in the hole if I even thought about it." There's no need to expand. Dustin would know better than anyone what he's talking about. 

He cringes at the thought, self hatred a hot poker down his throat. He must've said it to Dustin a hundred times when he finally came around from his coma (that wasn't a coma, but a death, and then a rebirth). I can't believe I put you through that. I can't believe I put you through that. I'm so sorry. 

I'm just glad you're alive, Eddie. 

And for a while, Eddie hadn't felt the same. The world he'd woken up to was hard. There had been lawyers and grief and guilt and becoming. He doesn't have the words to describe how it feels to become something new, something that needs to hurt people to live, something that will hurt people to live, whether Eddie wants to or not. 

The loss of choice is suffocating. 

Though moments like this with his friends– they don't make it 'worth it', they're just how it had to happen. There isn't a scenario where Eddie could give up. He can't leave Wayne, and he can't leave Dustin. He can live with the grief of what he is if it means other people don't have to live with grief of what he isn't. 

"Eddie, are you okay?" 

He's missed something. Dustin isn't the only one looking at him. 

He curls a hand around his forearm subconsciously. "I'm fine. I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom, actually. Gotta piss real bad." 

"Eddie-" 

"I'm fine, Henderson." He puts on a good show, patting Dustin's arm. His heart, usually so slow these days, has enough life in it to ache. 

He can't have been in the bathroom for five minutes when somebody knocks on the door aggressively. He's expecting Steve, pissed at his disappearance and likely preparing a speech on attention seeking behaviours and how they're hurting the youth of America, so he opens the door with a tired glare. 

He finds you, beaming and pretty, dressed ridiculously nicely for his idiot friends. 

"Hi," you say. He can hear something from Blondie's Parallel Lines playing from the living room, familiar because it's your favourite album. "Any room for me?" 

Eddie moves back. You close the door behind you. The bathroom becomes a vacuum of your sounds and smells. 

"They didn't have any Dio," you say with a smile. 

"I honestly wouldn't expect any different." 

"You could've brought some tapes, your mix from the van," you suggest. "I love that one." 

"Which one?" he asks, and he can't help it, whenever he's with you his voice crops to a dulcet murmur. The urge to speak to you as you speak to him is unconquerable. 

"One with the winking smile on the slipcase. I really like it." 

"You can have it." 

You lean against the sink. "I can?" 

"Mm. Whatever you want." Especially when you look like this. 

You smile at him, your 'thank you' smile, all sticky fondness and mischievousness. He has no idea what you're thinking. 

"'S a small bathroom in a huge house," you marvel. Your voice echoes "Where does he shower?" 

"There's an upstairs bathroom." 

"Two bathrooms? That's-" 

"Audacious?" 

"I was gonna say overkill." 

Your candidness has him shaking with laughter. He clutches at his sides, arms crossed and leaning forward. You visibly take in his appearance, eyes panning slowly over his clean hair. He'd taken care to look like somebody you might want to look at tonight. 

"Why don't you sit down, Eds?" you ask, eyes creased with an unreadable emotion. 

Eddie feels blindly for the toilet lid and pushes it down so he can do as you ask, wondering why you're asking.

"You look very handsome today." 

He hugs himself. "As opposed to every other day, when I don't?" 

You take a step forward, a second, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. Your outfit today is delightfully simple, a pressed black t-shirt long enough to cover the waistband of your pleated skirt. There's an expanse of thigh that makes his heart beat spin out, one longer than the other where your thigh-high is falling down.

He wants to pull it up. 

"C'mere," he says. 

You take that last step between his shoes and he reaches out, getting his fingertips under the elastic of your sock and tugging it upward over the soft fat of your leg. Your hands come up to his shoulders for balance, and you say, "No, you look handsome every day. Today you look very handsome. I made the distinction." 

He covers your thigh with both hands, looking up into your face as you look down. "You look really pretty today," he says boldly, fingers spreading behind your knee. 

"Thank you. Do you like my t-shirt?" 

It's a screen print of Debbie Harry. Eddie tries not to roll his eyes. "I love it, but your dedication to Blondie is seriously worrying, sweetheart." He gives your leg a short squeeze and pulls the most giggly smile out of you yet. 

"Like Madonna." 

"No!" he bemoans. 

You laugh and grow closer, arms on his shoulder, a hand threaded into his hair. "Cyndi Lauper?" you suggest. 

He puts a hand on your waist as you move in for a hug. Your arms wrap around his neck and the tops of his shoulders, cheek crushed to the top of his head. 

He'd ask if you were okay if he thought you weren't. You're not upset or seeking comfort. You're affectionate. You've been getting more and more touchy for weeks, as he has. Stolen touches, your almost-kiss on the porch last week. 

"No, not Cyndi Lauper," he says, his hand skirting around your back to pull you in properly. 

"R.E.M?" 

"God, no. Where are you hearing all this junk?" 

"The radio." 

"Tuned into the wrong station." 

You pet the back of his head. "Yeah," you say softly, "I think I was." 

The hug is shorter than Eddie wants it to be. You make one of your happy sounds and pull away to get your hands on his face, stroking curls from his cheeks with a protective touch. "Handsome," you say, turning your hand to stroke his cheek with your knuckles. "Pretty. You have really big eyes, Eddie, so brown, and so…" You tilt your head to one side, face inching forward. 

He turns his face to suit, to fit, breath held as you close the gap. 

"So pretty," you murmur, and kiss him. 

His hands are limp and then alive, one clutching your hip, one splaying against your chest. He can hear the thud of your heart clear as day — you're bumping with excitement as you kiss him. It's a delicate, tender thing, the party suddenly far away, the music drowned by the sounds of your breathing. You kiss as you talk, as you move, gentle but with bursts of ardency. Your lips are a blissful heat, the tip of your nose smushing into his as you part your lips over his. 

He lifts his chin higher, his neck craned to receive you. He's savouring every movement. Each pause for breath that you take. The feeling of your inhales over his quick-bruising lips. 

Your hands play in his hair so sweetly it makes his eyes burn with an embarrassing amount of emotion. He screws them closed and squeezes up your waist, steadying himself as you feel along his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue. 

You don't get much further than that, seemingly pleased with your own brazeness or perhaps his touch, eyes glowing with mirth as you pull away. 

"Sorry," you breathe, not sorry at all. "You just really looked like someone should be kissing you."

You're flushed. Eddie can practically see the heat emanating off of your cheeks. He can feel it. 

He stands up, your pulse a ringing in his ears. The wet valves of your heart opening and closing. 

"Eddie?" you ask quietly, lifting your head to meet his eyes as he walks you back into the door. 

His gums sting. A click. 

It's a compulsion. 

His hands curl around your elbows, holding you in place. Your eyes are wide with confusion, your lightly swollen lips parted. He can see the tiniest slip of your pink tongue. 

He holds your gaze as he leans in. Your eyelids flutter closed. You wrap your arms around him as he descends, totally trusting. 

He's a meaner kiss than you are. He starts slow but swiftly loses a handle on it, kisses short but insistent, hot presses like little crescent moons against your barely open mouth. 

His hands move up your arms, a near vice-like grip until he finds your sleeves. His fingers slip underneath, hands hungry for your warmth. 

You make the worst sound anyone has ever made as he moves back, like something has been ripped from you. A gutted gasp, near silent. 

He placates as he wades back in. Thumbs rubbing your arms, lips mouthing damp kisses down your face. The corner of your pout, the hill of your chin, the skin under your jaw. Your head tips back against the door with an audible thud. You exhale hard. 

Eddie can't feel his hands. 

Your pulse hammers under his lips. He kisses it once. He can't think. He can't breathe. 

"You're always cold," you whisper, your hands drifting lazily under the fabric of his t-shirt. Your fingertips trail up his spine. "But your lips are warm." 

He kisses your neck, his lips parting slowly, a hair's width a second as he sucks your skin into his mouth gently. It's barely a kiss. He does it a second time. A third. You start to laugh, a golden sound. 

The point of his fangs touch your skin and you stop. 

Eddie closes his mouth abruptly. His hand leaps to your neck and he feels your heart skip as he holds you still. "I'm sorry," he says, nose rubbing over the damp spot he's left behind, your teased skin. 

Your heart hikes again. 

"I'm sorry," he repeats. He pulls away, an agony. 

"It's okay," you say. Your breathlessness says otherwise.

Eddie takes as many deep breaths as he can stand, wanting to clear his head and filling it with you instead. Your everything; your smell, your skin. Your limp hands against his back. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks when he gets a look at you, your unreadable expression. He takes care to keep his head angled down so you can't see the lower half of his face. 

"I don't think you could." 

You cup his cheek in your hand and he leans into it, his weight against yours.

"I wanted to tell you something," you confess. 

"What-" He licks his lips, wincing when his fangs slide into his tongue and scrape grooves across his taste buds. "What was that?" 

"I know you…" You pause, fingertips rubbing at his cheek.

Does she know? Eddie thinks, horrified. He hadn't realised how scary waiting could be. A thousand worries condensed into a handful of seconds. Does she know?

How could she not?

You press your palm to his cheek with more insistence. "I don't want you to think you have to hide anything from me. I know you have scars," you say, fingers sliding into the soft baby hair at the back of his neck. "You don't have to cover up. You don't have to cover any of it." 

"I won't hurt you," he says, trying to convince himself. 

"I know." 

-

You stay a while longer. Eddie's friends pretend that you hadn't been alone in the bathroom for an inordinate amount of time together. You thank them all silently and less so, trying to talk to as many of them as you can. 

There's Lucas, who's really, really nice, and his girlfriend Max, who's less so. She gives you an unimpressed look through her thick-lensed glasses, but you compliment her crutches and she comes around. 

There's Mike, who actually isn't anywhere as bad as Eddie had described him. He's not frosty or standoffish, he's sweet and he asks questions. There's a girl with him that you don't catch the name of, and a boy on her other side. 

There's Dustin, who you adore immediately, Robin, who you adore more, and then there's Steve. 

Steve offers you a pretzel like you're more than familiar. He strolls right up to you with a bowl of them in hand and doesn't leave until you've eaten half of them. 

There's a couple of people you don't manage to talk to at all, and you feel guilty about it all the way home. 

"What if they think I'm rude?" you ask, tired eyes locking onto the stereo system. The time blinks analog in the dark, 12:59AM. 

"They don't, don't worry about it. You have lots of time to get to know them, anyway." 

You hum and turn to his face, indulgent because you know he can't look back. "You're not too tired to drive, are you?" He's spent. Yesterday had been one of his bad days. 

"I'm fine." 

"You say that all the time," you observe, dropping your cheek into the passenger seat's headrest. 

"I'm fine all the time." 

"Liar." 

"Nuisance." 

You huff a laugh through your nose. The strands of his friendship bracelet, the small beads at the ends, swing like pendulums in the gap between his arm and the steering wheel. You can see the rough skin of a scar creeping out from under his sleeve. 

"Mike was really nice," you say. 

"He has a bleeding heart." 

That feels accurate. "He reminds me of you." 

Eddie rolls his eyes. You feel for every detail, the strange tension between you like a gaussian filter over everything. He's gorgeous in a horrific way, heartbreakingly pale, eyes dark as pitch, hands restless. They squeeze alone the wheel, thick fingers curling tight until his knuckles are stark white. Running down the back of his hands are veins like rivers. They're more purple than green. 

"Eddie," you say, playful, a tiny bit insecure. 

"What?" 

"Wanna stay the night?" 

His hand moves forward on the wheel like he's revving a motorcycle, the tendon in his wrist rising to the surface. He clenches. "Not sure it's a good idea." 

"Just to sleep. It's late." 

"I don't know if I can sleep next to you." 

You don't wanna say please. You don't want to ask Eddie to do anything he can't or doesn't wanna do. 

He pulls up outside of your house with his mind already made up. He gets out of the car and you follow his lead. He locks it, shoves the keys in his pocket as you join him on the path up to your porch. 

He's been in here enough times to know what it looks like, but for some reason you find yourself checking his face, worried about what it is he thinks of your things, all your mismatched trinkets, your stained glass lamps, your life as you let yourselves in. He ducks through the beeded curtain into your bedroom wary that they'll get tangled in his hair like they sometimes do. 

"Do you wanna call Wayne?" you ask, gesturing to your telephone on the right hand side, nestled between a stack of books and a cup full of coloured pencils. 

You pull your knee up to your chest and unlace your shoes one at a time. Eddie punches the number into the phone and holds the receiver to his shoulder to do as you're doing. It takes him less time to pop his sneakers off than for you to get out of yours. He's just taken the phone back into his hand when Wayne picks up. 

"Wayne?" he asks softly. "Didn't wake you up, did I?" 

You can't hear his response. 

"I'm gonna stay with Y/N tonight. Yeah, we had a good time. Yeah…" His eyes drift to you as you peel out of your thigh highs.

"Yeah, I'm still here. What?" He meets your eyes and it feels accidental, because he throws his eyes to your bedsheets and turns his face to the wall. "No," he says firmly. 

You scrape together something to wear for bed and some fresh underwear and leave for the bathroom, telling yourself that nothing is gonna happen so don't get your hopes up but not wanting to get caught out if it does. You freshen up, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder if you should've left your face-powder and your mascara on. Maybe even the skirt. You'd looked nice and pretty for the party. Now you look like yourself, still pretty but without those extra touches. Will he care? Does it matter? 

You debate your pyjama pants considerably. 

There's a lot happening. 

Eddie is… Eddie is something else. He's different, you'd known that for a long time, and his kiss had confirmed it. 

He's something out of a science fiction book. 

Well, nobody's perfect. 

Whatever he is, he'd kissed you. You'd kissed him and he'd responded, he'd come back for more, and now he's sitting in your bed when he could've gone home. You bring your hand to your neck and crane to one side, fingertips poking at your unbroken skin. His hickey's haven't even bruised. 

You screw the pants up and drop them into your laundry basket. You take off every piece of jewellery on your person. 

"Do you wanna use the bathroom?" you ask from behind the beaded curtain. "I left a new toothbrush for you on the sink." 

"Yeah, desperately, I…" He takes you in as you emerge. Fresh-faced, bare-legged. As naked as you've ever been in front of him, physically and otherwise. 

Eddie meets you where you're standing. He's ditched his jacket, and for the first time since you met him you can see the full length of his arms.

"You're not wearing your bracelets," he says, looking between your bodies. His hand twitches toward yours. 

"You have tattoos," you say. 

"They were better, before." 

There's a misshapen mess of black splodges near the crook of his elbow broken up by scar tissue. One arm is less scarred than the other, an almost perfect flank of white skin. 

"Is that a puppet? He's super spooky." 

"Mh-hm." 

You bring your hand to his tattoo and feel over the skin. It doesn't feel like it's there. Eddie holds your wrist and the two of you move together, your fingertips stroking up until you're wrapped around his bicep. 

Eddie brings his free hand to your collar. His index finger straightens, encouraging your chin up so he can ease forward and kiss you. He's firm, eager, and your lips curl up into a smile underneath it. He turns his head to the right and you fall left, smile worsened when you feel his own start to form. 

He nudges your nose. You take it for a telling off and laugh. "Sorry," you apologise, kissing his top lip. 

"You're making this difficult," he chides. 

Despite any sternness, Eddie loosens his grip on your wrists to slide his fingers between yours, pressing your joined hands to your chest. He leans back down and he's careful, almost methodical in the way he kisses. Chaste pecks, hot and precious as tiny stars. 

You reach for his waist. 

Eddie kisses you a final time and steps back. "I'll be back," he promises. 

You lower your chin, flustered and perplexed by his sudden departure.

Walking around to the right side of the bed, you click on your bedside lamp — a beautiful glass and foiled contraption that throws dainty stripes of stars and hearts over everything close in the dark — before climbing in. You sniff one of your pillows experimentally, trying to remember when you last changed the bed. You decide they're acceptable even if they really smell like your hair oil and flip them around to be safe, plumping them up with your hands.

You've curled up on your side and almost succumb to your fatigue when Eddie returns, bringing with him the smell of spearmint and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach as he shuts off the light and sits on the opposite side of the bed, facing you. The hair around his face is damp with water, baby hair's limp. 

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you to wear, I-" Youre cut off by your own gasp as Eddie kisses you, his hand on your neck, his nose bridge sliding into your own. You hadn't been expecting it, and it's no less dizzying than any other kiss he's given you today. 

"It's okay," he murmurs lowly, lips pressed to your lips, "have to wear you, is all."  

You huff a laugh into his mouth. "I swear I'm always laughing when I'm with you," you muse as Eddie dedicates himself to your bottom lip. You cup the back of his head. "You're amazing." 

Eddie groans and eases back. "I'm not good with words, sweetheart. To tell you how I feel about you." 

You push one of your legs toward his knee. "...You can show me." 

He shifts in the bed until he can lean over the entirety of your chest, hands cupping your face and lips poised hovering over your own, a millimetre of space between your mouth and his. "Okay," he says quietly.

He dips down. You can feel his bottom lip tremble, and then he's kissing you too hard to feel it anymore. You wrap loose arms around his back. 

"Are you sure?" you whisper to him. 

He rests his nose against your cheek, eyes closed, drawing the tiniest left to right. "I want you," he reassures. 

"And you're okay?" 

"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm okay. Do you want to?" 

"Yeah. More than anything." 

Another loving kiss against your cheek, Eddie moves down, down, down. "Tell me if I do something you don't like," he murmurs, top lip dragging and leaving a line of dampness to the base of your throat. 

He adorns the canvas of your neck in half-moon contusions, big hands caressing your shoulders, your chest. You hold your breath as his fingers pass over your nipple, fighting to keep in any embarrassing sounds. 

Eddie disagrees with his plan of action. You shiver as he brings his lips to a close and his bottom teeth scrape upward, as he pulls his head up and says, "C'mon, angel, breathe." 

He follows his command with a manipulative touch, a circle over your nipple that makes you shudder. He kisses you and it feels like a thank you, pressure, a heat as his palm smooths over the bump of your tummy to your thighs. He squeezes the outside of one and for a while you can kiss him back, and then he pulls your thighs apart and you break away. Eddie follows, kisses you even when your reciprocation is weak. 

He pushes your thigh flat to the bed. 

You feel the heat of your excitement start to grow. Your stomach aches with the want to be touched. 

"You're like a space heater, you're that warm," Eddie says, hand coasting down the inside of your thigh. He squeezes until fat melds under his fingers. "Are you scared?" 

His whispering in your ear, his hand as close as it is to where you want it, it winds you up like a coil. You sigh as his thumb strokes the edge of your panties, sound coloured by an awful, devouring desire. 

His face presses further into yours in reaction. 

His touch is like the tide. He wades in, away. His thumb strokes inward over something soft and then his whole hand moves back to your thigh. 

"Teasing," you utter. 

"A little… Why, is there something you want me to do?" 

His clueless whispering is infuriating and exciting at the same time. Your heart races and you can't discern if it's more lust or love.

"Touch me," you plead, pouting, knowing he's a pushover.

Anticipation stabs like a needle in your tummy as he slides his palm over your cunt completely. He rubs a careful, almost casual rhythm into your panties with the breadth of his fingers, lips kissing a lazy stripe up to your forehead, where he rests his face. You both watch his hand move past the valley of your rising chest. 

"M'gonna pull these off, yeah?" He sits up, fingers pushing under the sides. "Lift your- yeah, thank you, sweetheart." 

You buzz with his pet names, his soft voice, the feeling of your panties sliding up to your knees and his gentle exhale. You swear you can feel it fan over your slit. "Shit…" he moan, pulling at your spread cunt. 

He looks like he's in pain, eyebrows pinched together and murmuring curses as he circles the wetness gathered at your entrance. You turn your head searchingly as he starts to ease his index finger inside your heat, a gentle probing. 

One becomes two. He muffles your sighing with firm kisses, amorous praises, "That's it, baby, relax," as he works you open, fingers wet with slickness but not enough. He changes his position, pushing his middle and marriage finger inside and curving as his thumb slides up your slit looking for the bead of your clit. 

Slow, slow circles. "There, huh?" 

You shiver as he pushes in deeper, fingers as far as they can go. He spreads them wide, drops reassuring kisses all over your face when you keen. It's so new to have him kiss you at all, and to have him touching you — you're melting into nothing right there in his hold. 

"I got you. Tell me if it hurts, okay?" 

"Want you to- I want you to fuck me," you murmur, arms wrapping around him so you can hide your face in his neck. 

"Fuck. Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck you just as soon as I can fit," he murmurs back, sinking three of his thick fingers into your snug cunt. He pulls wetness out with every thrust, a line of slick dribbling down onto the sheets underneath. He wipes it upward and pushes it back inside, his chest heaving. "Y'so tight, gotta take my time. Take our time." He rubs his nose against your head until he can kiss the highest point of your cheek. "Make sure you can take it." 

"I can." 

It doesn't bear repeating how quietly you're speaking, a mouthing inaudible under the wet, rhythmic thud of Eddie's pinky finger slapping your sticky cunt as he ups the pace of his finger-fucking. 

"I don't think so," he coos, pulling his fingers from your cunt and making a show of spreading them wide. Your slick ribbons between them, almost invisible in the dark. "Ruin your sheets before any of that, maybe." 

Eddie sits up and gets his hands under your armpits. You laugh as he tugs you up so your shoulders are on top of the pillows, but you don't have time to be confused. He quickly moves to kneel at your feet and pulls your leg over his shoulder, your back lifting unevenly from the sheets. 

He starts with a sweet kiss pressed to the skin closest to his mouth, your lower thigh, and then works his way up, open mouthed, barely kisses at all until his hair whispers against your sensitive cunt and he's nipping at the stripe of skin between your thigh and the place where you most want his attention. 

"Pretty," he says into your damp skin, lips shining. You reach down to stroke his hair behind his ears, worried he's gonna get it dirty. 

He looks at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark in the dim light, their lashes long and soft where the outermost flutter into your skin. He's lovely. 

He holds your gaze as he pulls back to your inner thigh. "Pretty everywhere," he says salaciously. 

His lips part over your skin and you think he might bite you, a bruising hickey, but he pushes you down flat to the bed by your hips and kisses your clit, a simple kiss. Your fingers weave deeper into his hair. Your fingernails scratch lightly against his scalp, every tiny lick or kiss reflected in the minute tightening of your hands. 

He goes slow, mouths down, kisses wetter and wetter as he reaches your entrance. "Poor girl," he murmurs, hands pulled down to further scandalise. He sinks two fingers inside and laughs into your cunt. You squirm. 

"What happened? You're dripping on my fingers." Your thighs draw closed around his head as he curls his fingers against a soft spot.

"Eddie, can you-" You swallow. "Please. Please." 

He pries your thighs open and rubs them soothingly, lapping at the heat of your cunt in face of your pleading. His tongue appears broad and flat up the centre of you until he's kissing on your clit, fingers pumping in rhythm. Your fingers work into his hair and he groans, the vibration enough to make you whimper under his mouth. 

He laps at your clit messily and you tip your head back, breath coming in tight pants. You don't know what you say, only how you say it, desperate "please,"s and keening "Eddie,"s. 

His thrusts grow in enthusiasm, fingers rubbing eagerly against something sweet. You pull your legs up and nudge his face to your cunt insistently, thigh shaking as you hold it up. Eddie doesn't need any more encouragement, his pretty pink lips suckling at your clit until you see stars. You make a pained little sound and try to move away from his kissing, startled at the intensity of your high. 

Eddie lets your clit pop out of his mouth with a lewd, slick sound, his hands moving under your thighs and pulling you closer. "Good girl," he says, rubbing his wet face against the inside of your thigh. He inhales hard as you are, though he pauses to kiss your kneecap and pat your leg. "Good girl, sweetheart." 

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly, hands pulling his hair from his face. Pleasure rolls through you in hot waves. 

"For what?" 

"Tugging on your hair," you explain, shoulder pulled up to your cheek.  

Eddie kisses your tummy lovingly and climbs on top of you to do the same just under your chin. "It’s okay, sweetheart, I like that shit. That was good, huh?" he asks, lips dropping down to yours all wet and warm. 

He's not bragging, he's genuinely asking. 

You nod into his kiss, your hands coming up to his sides. You swear your ears perk up as he unzips his jeans and eases them down, a hand disappearing into the mess of fabric. He moans quietly at the first touch. 

You move his hair out of the way to watch. Eddie tugs at the length of his cock with a cruel hand, a short dribble of pearly precum sobbing down the tip and under his fingers. He spreads it as it goes, the slickness emphasising the ridges and veins of his cock. You can see it throb, if you look close enough. 

He sits back and eases his jeans and boxers down enough to reveal a thatch of curls that brush his hand with every pump downward. 

"You okay?" he asks, smirking. 

You pull your shirt over your head and your chest warms at his adoring smile. "Will you take off yours?"

He doesn't hesitate like you worried he might. He sheds his t-shirt, pulling the fabric over the back of his head and dumping it off the side of the bed. 

You take in his chest and it's abundance of ragged scarring still purpled with newness. He has a tattoo over his heart, a black whorl of legs and eyes. Fine dark hair crawls from the middle of his chest down his navel, joining with the thatch of coiled hair surrounding his aching cock. You shuffle forward and wait with two tentative hands held aloft until he says, "It's okay," before you touch him. You run your hands down the soft slopes of his waist. 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Not anymore." 

"Can I kiss it?" 

He snorts. "Prefer you kiss something else." 

That really makes you laugh. You dot a kiss against his jaw and can't make yourself stop, dropping them all the way to the skin behind his ear. Your hand creeps lower as you go, held to the curve of his tummy. His skin is hot to touch the lower you go, and his stomach feels solid, a heaviness you know all too well. 

"Can I touch you?" you whisper into his ear. 

"Please." 

You drop your forehead against his chest and he brings his hand up to cup the back of your head. His cock pulses as you wrap your hand around it, skin smooth and slick as you palm slowly up and down. You watch in awe as a bead of precum wells at the tip, Eddie's rough breathing loud overhead. 

"Lie down, Y/N," he says, hand moving behind your naked shoulders. 

"What way?" 

"How do you want it, sweetheart? We'll do it whatever way you want." 

You think about it. Whatever way you want. No matter how indulgent, you know he means it.

"Will you spoon me?" 

He pushes you gently and follows behind, dragging your body into his front and angling your hips, cock hot and prodding your back. He gets his hand under your knee and pulls it up, splaying your cunt. You jump in surprise as he pushes his cock through your folds, tip rubbing against the still sensitive bead of your clit. 

Eddie wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. "You wanna put it in for me, baby?" 

You reach between your bodies and take his sticky cock into your hand, shifting until the head nudges against your hole. He sinks in inch by inch, arms tightening around your waist and grinding you down onto his cock until you're whimpering. 

You grab at his arms with your hands and tether yourself to him as he starts to rock his hips, his thrusting tender and his face turned into your neck. 

He presses his hand flat to your abdomen, an anchoring point as he moulds your weepy cunt around his length, each slovenly movement into your heat spreading you that little bit wider. 

"Fuck," he says finally, sounding seconds from a black out. "Oh, fuck- You're tight. Gonna fuck you open slow, okay?" 

You're pretty sure you'd let him do just about anything. You bring his hand to your mouth and kiss every white knuckle, every freckle you can see on the back, and when he bottoms out your cover your lips with his stolen hand to smother a tearful gasp.

Eddie's thrusts are spearing in their steady rhythm, a dirty slap ringing with every punching thrust forward. You curl in on yourself and hide your mouth in the sheets, wet pants smothered by fabric. Eddie's grip falls to your hip, where he pulls your body back and forces your cunt open even deeper. 

His cock pushes into your sweet spot sudden and emphatic. You moan and he stills, rutting into that same space without pulling out until you're babbling his name, body knocked forward with every thrust. 

Eddie turns your face toward him as much as he can without hurting your neck, your moans echoing in time with each thrust. "There you go," he says, "wanna hear how good it feels." 

If he cares that you can't answer him he doesn't show it, arm coming up under you arm to grasp at your chest, your breaststroke soft and aching under his hand as he squeezes tenderly. His cock kisses at the sweet spot inside you intermittently; you're dizzy with it. 

Eddie can't keep quiet either, his moans breathy, his breath hissing between his teeth when you clamp down around him. "Fuck," he begs, dragging his cock out of your heat, "fuck, Y/N." 

He says your name like the syllables alone are appraising. 

You can tell when it gets too much for him. He slows. His face drops into your shoulder, and he matches his pace to the wet kisses he leaves behind. Your wetness feels stickying, each of his thrusts snug. 

His breath hitches, ragged pants accompanying every slow push of his hips. "Where's my girl?" he asks, eyes still closed as his hand abandons where it'd been squeezing the bump of your tummy to search further downward, fingers disappearing into your folds, short curls wet with slick. He can't find any purchase. You roll your hips, chase his touch and the pleasure that comes with it. 

He groans into your shoulder. It sounds more pain than pleasure. 

"Are you okay?" you ask, trying to turn in his arms. He holds you in place. "Eddie?" 

"Yeah, fuck, I'm okay." He grinds up into your cunt. "Fuck, you're perfect." 

"Will you kiss me?" 

He does. It's nowhere near the bruising press you'd wanted. It's too careful. 

"Listen," he murmurs, "I'm gonna get you on your front, okay? Gonna make you feel so good," he promises, waiting for you to nod before he pushes your shoulder away from him and climbs up behind you. You lay flat on your stomach and Eddie settles on your thighs, a heavy weight. 

He pushes into your cunt with two fingers first, the new position allowing for a new pleasure. He pumps in and out and swaps his fingers for his cock quickly after, bearing the full weight of his body into your back as sinks to the hilt. 

You both moan in time, hands fisted in the sheets. 

He kisses your neck, lips parted, and his teeth feel so sharp that your heart sinks as it had in the bathroom. 

"Eddie-" you start. 

He pulls away, stops every movement. 

"Eddie," you say again. What are you supposed to say? You both know what he is. 

There's a lull where neither of you knows what to do filled by your too-fast breathing.

"I won't hurt you," he says, hands rubbing up the length of your back and then under. He holds a hand over your heart. He drops his lips to your back. "Do you want me to stop?" 

He must feel your pulse calm under his touch, but he still asks again when you don't answer. "Do you want me to stop? It's okay if you do. You're okay, baby, I promise." 

You steal a pillow from against the headboard and rise up on elbows. Your admission comes weak but completely honest. "Fuck me, Eddie, please... I want you. I want you-" Your murmuring's interrupted by a sharp breath as Eddie starts to move again, the head of his cock pushing into your cunt, a slick, perfect feeling. 

He moans from the back of his throat as his cock pushes into you again and again, hips smacking the dough of your ass as his pace quickens. You hug your pillow tightly, tears popping up in the corners as he ruts deep. 

"Being so good for me," he groans, clamped down on your hip with a vice-like grip. "Fuck, you feel so good. Fucking clinging to me every time I pull out, baby, Christ." His blasphemy is punctuated by a thrust that has you sliding up the bed, sheets wrinkling under your arms. You spread your thighs and wetness pools at your clit as his pelvis thrusts into you, driving pleasure so deeply it aches in your hips.

You moan pathetically and reach back to hold his hand, wiggling your fingers. He takes it in one and presses your arm against your lower back with the other, struggling to maintain a steady pace as he gets close to cumming. You're a babbling stream of sounds as he fucks in deep, swollen sweet spot tapped against mercilessly.

He throws himself back on his haunches, cock dragged out of your heat. 

You pull your legs out from underneath him and curl onto your side to watch, eyes wide as white spurts of pearlescence jump out of the head of his reddened cock and drip down the bumps of his fingers. He leans back, his stomach and thighs tensed with every pump. 

He groans through a smile, moan's coloured by a happy, relieved laughter. "F-uck," he drags, fisting his cock dry. 

He meets your eyes as the last of it slides down onto his stomach. 

You smile softly. "Fuck," you mumble. 

Eddie wipes his hand in his jeans like a fucking hooligan and tucks his cock back into his boxers with a wince, and then he collapses on top of you. He's sort of nice about it, his arm over your shoulder and his face behind your ear. 

"Fucking beautiful," he praises, dropping his head back on the bed so you're face to face. "You're so fucking pretty. So perfect." He kisses you. "You're perfect," he repeats, staring intently into your eyes. 

You pull a hand from between your legs, smelling of sex. Eddie literally couldn't care less if he tried, and he lets you take his face into your hand without complaint. 

He gets his arm under your arm and starts to rub your back. "You want me to take care of you again?" he asks, eyebrows raised gently. "Yeah?" 

And you would let him, you would, but you need to see them for yourself. 

You touch your index fingertip to his lip. 

"Can I see?" you ask. 

He loses his boisterous joy, tamps it down. He realises that he can't lie, that he hasn't been lying, and he nods. You tremble as you pull his lip up over his canine tooth, excited and scared.

A sharp, exceptionally white tooth pokes out of Eddie's gums. You're taken aback, though you'd known exactly what you'd find.

A fang. 

Blood oozes at the gums. 

"You're bleeding," you worry aloud, touching your finger to the dark beading at the base of his tooth. 

Eddie's eyes rove over your face thoughtfully. He pulls your hand away from his lip and sets it on his neck instead. "They always do that. The gum heals, breaks when they wanna come out." 

"How often do they come out?" 

"A lot more since I met you. Whenever my adrenaline spikes, they seem to think it's… feeding time." 

That is a dizzying thing to learn. 

You're not sure how you feel, but you know one thing: he's Eddie. "It's too bad," you say, forcing a lightness that turns real more easily than you expect. "I really want to kiss you right now." 

He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "I really wanna kiss you too. Maybe a small one?" 

You find yourself leaning forward, unafraid. 

He kisses you once, twice, three times, the two of you holding each other's faces and covered in mess. Slick and sweat and blood. The hearts and stars from your lamp spray over his hip and paint him with pinks, greens, oranges, a rainbow cutting over his trim waist. You rest your hand overtop, feel his keloid scars like hills under your fingers. 

"My boyfriend's a vampire," you mutter, bemused at fate.

Eddie blinks at you. "I'm your boyfriend?" 

"Yeah, I think so. Don't you?" 

Eddie pulls you into his chest and doesn't let you go for a long, long time.

-

Your first time watching a blood sate is weird. 

For one, Chief Hopper is firmly against it. He's got his kid with him, the boy from the party that Mike had been so heavily doting on, and if he didn't you might think he was a pretty scary guy. 

"I think this is stupid," the chief says plainly. "I think this is stupid, I think you're stupid," — he points at Eddie where he's sitting sickly in the round couch — "and I think you're plain crazy, kid." He points at you last. 

You beam at him. "People have said that about me." 

His kid laughs. 

"Will," Hopper says tiredly, "go sit in the car." 

"Look, Chief, I know I messed up, okay, but she kind of stuck her hand in my mouth and I didn't really have a choice." 

Wayne looks at you with new eyes. "You did?" 

You nod at him faux-seriously. 

"And what gave her the inkling that you might have had something in your mouth worth looking at?" Hopper says, which is hilarious. You laugh behind your hand. 

He gives you a disapproving look that you completely ignore. If you'd taken notice of disapproval you would've stopped having this much fun years ago. 

"Uh, well, she might have… felt them?" His pitch rises. 

Hopper looks like he's about to blow a gasket when Will says, "What was he supposed to do? Never talk to anyone new ever again?" 

"He did a lot more than just talk to me," you say. There'd been a fixed bike, phone calls, lots of sandwiches, bug hunts, an entire sketchbook full of drawings. 

"I told you to wait in the car," Hopper says.

Will grins and raises his hands in surrender. "Bye," he mouths. You wave. 

Hopper waits for the door to close before he continues. "I get it, when you're a teenager you think your hormones are the end of the world-" 

"I'm almost twenty three." 

Hopper pinches his hand closed. "But you do not understand the danger that you are creating here."

"Like a stake-ing," you whisper, very very quietly. Eddie's the only one who can hear you, and he laughs so hard he snorts. 

"I'm glad you find this funny." Hopper's tone could not imply the opposite any more. 

He hands Wayne a paper bag that audibly sloshes and stalks out, his anger a palpable cloud of steam rising off of his shoulders. Eddie seizes up beside you at the sound, lips parting as his fangs come through. You don't touch him because you value your blood inside your body, only slide away from him and smile. "You okay, handsome?" 

"Kid, maybe the chief is right. We don't know how Eds is gonna act with you here," Wayne says. 

You nod respectfully. You like Wayne, and he knows about all of this stuff more than you ever could. 

"No," Eddie mumbles, putting his hand out for you across the couch. 

You take it without thinking. 

Wayne sighs. You can hear him grumbling as he disappears from view into the kitchen and puts a pot on the stove. There's the sound of a bag being punctured with a knife, a wet slosh. Eddie's grip on your hand tightens. 

You're still fascinated that he even drinks blood in the first place. That's wickedly sickening. Wicked, because it's cool that he's a vampire, with his impressive hearing, senses and smell. But sickening, because if you had to drink a pint of blood every couple of weeks you'd throw up. 

"I read about a new blood-sucker." 

Eddie raises his heavy head. "Another bug?" 

"No, a finch! A vampire finch. They're really pretty, Teddy. They're small and brown with long beaks and they drink blood because there's barely any water on their island." You give him a loving smile. "They aren't parasites. S'just how they had to change to survive." 

He squeezes your hand, this time on purpose. 

"Are you gonna come and have it in here, Eddie?" Wayne asks, one last shot at separating the two of you.

"I'm okay," he says loudly. His eyes trace your smile. "Really." 

It can't be fun to have two people watch you drink a warm mug of blood, but Eddie finds it funny. He keeps laughing every time he brings the rim of the glass to his mouth. 

"I can't do it if you're looking at me," he says. 

Wayne rolls his eyes and looks away. You cover your face with both hands and part your fingers to spy on him through the gaps. He makes it look easy, draining the mug basically in one long pull, though his hunger turns violent as the cup empties. He chokes. Blood trickles down from one corner of his mouth. 

You automatically want to reach over and wipe it away. Wayne grabs your arm before you can and gives you a fatherly look that says, I wouldn't do that if I were you. 

"Shit," Eddie says, slamming his now empty mug down on the coffee table. It makes a grating sound like a ground mortar and pestle. He sits as far back on the couch cushions as he can, nausea clear on his face. 

"Deep breath," Wayne says. 

"Fuck, Wayne." 

"You're aces. Deep breaths." 

Your heart hurts watching Eddie like this. He covers his mouth with eyes closed tightly and breathes hard through his nose. Already there's colour coming back into his face, not a lot but anything is an improvement. He'd been practically grey. 

When Eddie pulls his hand from his mouth blood has spread over his lips and jaw. Your eyes widen.

"I'll get the shower running," Wayne says, slapping his knees as he stands. He stops before the hallway. "Good job, Eddie." 

The boy in question slouches into a ball on the sofa and nods into a cushion. You wait for the sound of Wayne pulling the shower cord that turns on the hot water before you stand up, head tipped to one side. 

"You okay, handsome?".

"Tired." 

"You want a hug from me?" 

"Is anyone else offering?" He opens one eye to peek at you and grins at your distraught expression. "I'm joking, I'm kidding. C'mere, before I start bawling." You sit and then flop onto your side, pulling your legs up next to his. "Such a frowny face." His voice is adorably tired.

"Better than yours. You look like someone from Night of the Living Dead, baby." 

Eddie's arm lies limp like a dead fish over your waist. "Lemme nibble on your brains," he says, words thick as dark honey, eyes closed. "Just a snack." 

You're waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under your feet. No way your boyfriend, your cries at the end of every movie, brings you flowers because he felt like it, won't step on cracks in the sidewalk boyfriend just skulled a glass of O-negative like it was a milkshake. 

You feel guilty as soon as you think about it. He's not confined to all his softest parts and he never will be. He's snarky and angry and loud. He plays guitar like a real rockstar and he doesn't take anyone's shit. He's a survivor. A glass of blood every now and then was never gonna stop him. 

You keep wondering if you should let him suck your blood. It could be hot. It could also probably be the worst idea ever, a relationship faux pas up there with proposing after a month or saying I love you on the first date. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asks. 

You brush the hair out of his eyes with your ring finger. "Embarrassing relationship fumbles." 

"Oh yeah? Like letting your girlfriend watch you drink human blood from a mug shaped like Woodstock?" 

"Least it wasn't Snoopy." 

"God forbid." 

"Is it always like this?" You stroke your hand down his face and rub along his jaw with your thumb. "D'you always get sleepy?" 

"Yeah." He turns his face so your hand covers his mouth. 

You've stopped wearing silver jewellery, your wrists bare besides the endearingly awful friendship bracelet he's constructed for you. Not a friendship bracelet, he'd corrected. You're not kissing other friends, are you? Because that's really gonna put a downer on this whole thing.  

You dip your forehead to his chin and the two of you lay there in silence. You can smell blood, a thick, metallic stick permeating every corner of the room. It's especially strong between the both of you. 

"Do you wanna bite me right now?" you inquire without opening your eyes. 

"Not really. Blood sate kicks in quickly. It's the worst for, like, the first ten seconds after. Now I wanna sleep, but Wayne's gonna make me shower." 

"Maybe I can shower with you." 

"I'm sure he'd jump for joy if you suggest it." 

"Really?"

Eddie kisses your hand. "No," he says with a giddy laugh. 

"I'll pretend I'm gonna sit on the toilet. Keep watch." 

"How will you stop your hair from getting wet?" 

"I'll lean out." 

Eddie laughs even more than he had been, peeling laughter that warms you from the inside out as he kisses your hand again. "That'll definitely work." 

Wayne clears his throat. 

"Shower's hot. I'm going out. For an hour." Eddie perks up. His uncle looks him dead in the eye. "Don't make me regret this." 

And while Wayne had been under the impression you and Eddie were gonna have some grown up fun together in the shower, what you really do is an innocent act of affection: you wash Eddie's hair. 

"You have to lean your head back," you chide. 

"I am." 

"More than that." 

"There's no room." 

You're lucky you both fit. You're freezing standing behind Eddie, the only relief the warm water that trickles down from your hands to your elbows as you draw circles in his scalp, working the shampoo into a fine lather. 

"How did you get blood here?" you ask, scratching rusty flakes from the hair behind his ear. 

"I don't know. It gets everywhere. Like eyeshadow." 

You push your chin over his shoulder. "You wear eyeshadow?" 

"For shows." 

"Really?"

"Is it hard to believe?" 

You encourage his head under the water and rake your hands through his curls, encouraging the soapy water down to the ends with patient hands. "Lip gloss too? Hey, can I do your makeup?" 

"Maybe tomorrow," he bargains. While the shower has helped to wake him up, lethargy remains thick and unshakeable as adamant. 

You kiss the wet ridge of his shoulder blade, picturing his pretty face decked out in dark liners and sticky balm. "Thank you." 

"I haven't worn any in a long time. Haven't played a show in a really long time." 

You wring the water out of his hair and search in the steam for his conditioner. It's mostly empty. "You could put on a show for me. I never got to see you play," you say, shaking it really hard. A dollop collects in your hand and you work the dregs through the ends of his long hair. 

"You want that?" 

"I think you're the best guitar player in the world." 

You're not joking. He's the best, and he plays guitar. And he's pretty good, semantics aside. You love sitting out on the porch with him and listening to him play old rock songs off the top of his head. You could watch his hands move over the strings for hours. 

"If that's the case, I can definitely put on a show. Make-up, costume, stage dives. The whole nine yards. Anything for my girl." 

You roll the ends of his hair between two coated palms and step back. "There. You have to let it soak in for a couple of minutes." 

Eddie turns with a grin, angling his chest and hair forward, away from the stream. 

"Whatever will we do?"

You wipe an escaped streak of blood off of his bottom lip and smile. "I have no idea." 

You kiss. Eddie leans down and you move up, damp noses glancing off of each other. You're used to short kisses, never enough to make his heart race in case it prompts an unnecessary appearance of his fangs, so when Eddie encourages your lips apart to wade in deeper you pull back questioningly. 

"Blood sate. I'm 'sated'. They won't come out." 

Your jaw drops. "For real?" 

He shakes his head with a pleased smile. "For real. Kiss me sick, sweetheart." 

You throw your arm around his neck and drag his face to yours, kissing with an ardency that both surprises and amuses him. He laughs into your open mouth until suddenly he's not laughing at all, only breathing, pushing against you with the same urgent force and the same adoring smile. 

"Does this mean you can give me a hickey?" you ask enthusiastically. Eddie has yet to give you a proper love bite.

He leans back under the show spray and pulls you in with him, laughing when you dissolve like rice paper in his arms, finally warm. There's never been a sweeter sound. 

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Vampire!Eddie feeding on you. And he imprints on your blood because your his first. And he’s moaning and whimpering at how god it taste and feels to drink from you. And your moaning and whimpering because his saliva has poison that mutes the pain and your brain is translating that tingling feeling as pleasure

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Creatures of the Night- Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: After your boyfriend, Eddie, dies in the Upside Down, he returns to you, different Words: 3.3k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), canon divergent, Vampire!Eddie, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, kinda dubcon but switches to full consent, blood/ blood kink, biting, p in v sex

‘Eddie, no!’ You screamed as he cut the rope. You and Dustin stood back in the normal world as you watched him run away. ‘What the fuck? What the fuck? Do not move, Dustin.’ You grabbed a chair, climbed up onto it and jumped up to grab the edge of the hole to the upside down. You pulled yourself up until the gravity of the Upside Down took hold and you fell to the mattress below you. You ran outside, following the swarm of demobats which were surrounding Eddie. He was attacking them but there were too many and they eventually overtook him. By the time you reached him, he was lying on the ground, his shirt ripped as blood dripped from his wounds. You fell to the ground next to him, pulling his head into your lap. ‘Eddie, you’ll be fine, we’ll get you through to the real world and a hospital.’ He was cold and clammy under your hands. You felt tears welling in your eyes. You couldn’t lose him. You wouldn’t let him die. ‘Y/N, Y/N, I love you.’ He choked out. Dustin ran over and joined the two of you. ‘Dustin, help me get him up. We need to get him back.’ You tried to lift him but he was too heavy for you to move. ‘Baby, you deserve the world and I know you’re going to get it. Henderson, you’re going to have to look after those little sheep for me.’ ‘No, you’re going to that yourself.’ Dustin cried and you kept trying to lift him while sobbing. ‘Nah man, say ‘I’m going to look after them.’’ ‘I’m going to look after them.’ He cried out. ‘Eddie, stop talking like you’re going to die.’ You sob out. ‘Tell me that you love me.’ He choked out. He was becoming heavier in your arms as he choked on the blood coming out of his mouth. ‘I love you, Eddie. You know I do and I’ll tell you 100 times when we get you back.’ You sobbed. ‘Dustin goddammit! Help me!’ You yelled at him. Eddie’s eyes went blank in his head as he stopped breathing. You let out a loud sob. He couldn’t be dead. ‘No! No! No!’ You screamed, shaking him but he wouldn’t wake up. ‘Eddie. Eddie, no.’ You couldn’t breathe. You cradled him in your arms, sobbing continuously. The other four ran over as you sobbed. ‘Y/N, we need to go.’ Steve said tugging on your arm. ‘No, I can’t leave him.’ You cried not letting go of Eddie’s body. ‘Y/N, he’s gone! We need to go now!’ He yelled, pulling you away as you screamed not wanting to leave Eddie behind. You couldn’t believe he was dead. He wasn’t dead.

————

You walked through the woods on the edge of town. You knew that it wasn’t safe to be wandering around in the woods late at night but it was the only time you were able to get alone. It had been two months since Eddie had died in your arms and everyone was smothering you. They wouldn’t leave you alone and as much as you appreciate that they cared about you, you just wanted to be left alone. Which is why you were wandering through the woods. You reached the bench that Eddie always did his deals at and knew you were close to the spot you were looking for. You continued further into the woods walking for around another five minutes until you reached the spot you were looking for. It was a small stone circle you had set up as a sort of grave for Eddie. It was ridiculous but you needed somewhere where you could go to remember him. You sat down on the ground in front of it and thought about Eddie. Part of you still didn’t believe Eddie was dead. The two of you were meant to graduate and then leave this shithole but instead, you didn’t know what you were going to do with your life. Without Eddie, your life was miserable and monotonous. You jumped as you heard a twig snap behind you. You flipped around looking behind you but you couldn’t see anything there. You sighed, it was probably some animal. You turned back to the stones in front of you, standing up. It was probably time for you to leave. You turned back around and let out a scream when you saw someone standing behind you. You took a step back, tripping over your feet as you fell to the ground, shuffling backwards until you hit a tree. The person in front of you walked forward, kneeling down in front of you so you could see their face. ‘Eddie.’ You couldn’t believe he was in front of you. Last you had seen him, he had been dead in your arms, yet now here he was, stood in front of you. But he looked different. He was deathly pale, and his beautiful brown eyes were now bright red and sunken. You reached your hand up and touched his face, flinching away in shock at how cold he was. ‘How are you here?’ You ask in shock. He didn’t respond, instead, he leaned in, pressing his nose against your neck, smelling you. You sighed as you felt Eddie’s teeth grazing your skin before he pushed away from you. ‘Run.’ He told you. The look on your face struck fear in your heart. As you scramble to your feet, turning and running as fast as you could. This wasn’t your Eddie. The look on his face was one of pure hunger and murder. Your Eddie was sweet and kind, this was a monster. What had happened to him? Why was he like this? You heard him following behind you as you kept running. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you needed to get away. You knew he was gaining on you as you slowed down, running out of breath. You felt yourself slam into a tree as Eddie pressed you up against it. You couldn’t move as he held you in place. You wanted to scream but you were frozen in fear. ‘Eddie.’ You whimpered in fear as he moved in closer to you, his lips pressing against your neck. ‘You smell so delicious.’ He pressed up against you. You felt his teeth brush against your neck. They felt sharp against your neck. You were terrified, who was this? ‘Eddie, I love you. Please stop.’ You whispered. You were definitely scared but you were trying to appeal to the part of him that knew you. That loved you. He pulled away for a second and you let out a sigh. You were about to speak again but then he pushed you to the ground, climbing over and hovering over you. ‘Y/N, I can’t stop. I need you.’ He spoke against your skin. You felt his teeth pierce into your skin. Pain erupted from your neck and you gripped onto him, letting out a yelp of pain. You felt yourself getting weak. ‘Baby, stop.’ You whimpered out as black spots appeared in your vision. He pulled away, licking the wound on your neck. ‘You taste delicious.’ He pressed up against you, kissing the wound on your neck as his hands gripped your hips. Although you were scared, you had to admit that you missed him touching you. His hand drifted up, sliding under your shirt. Goosebumps appeared on your skin at his cold touch, he pulled your shirt up and over your head exposing your body to the cold air. His hands moved over your skin, feeling you. ‘I missed you so much, my baby.’ He kissed down to your breasts, you moaned as he pressed his lips against you. The thought that at any moment he could bite you turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. Your hands gripped at his shirt, bunching it up. He lifted his head up looking you directly in the eyes. You stared back, you couldn’t believe how different his eyes were. His eyes had always been your favourite feature of his but they were so red and mesmerising now. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours harshly. You couldn’t help it, you kissed back. As he kissed you his fangs nicked your lip causing it to bleed. He pulled away licking up the blood that dripped from your lip. ‘Eddie, are you- are you a-‘ You couldn’t get the words out. You were scared that if you said the words it would be true. ‘A vampire? You saw me die sweetheart. How else would I be here?’ You didn’t know what to think. Do vampire lose their souls when they turn? Or is he still himself? Was he going to kill you? Part of you wanted to fight him off and run. The other part wanted him to take you right here. ‘I’m not going to kill you. I’ve been searching for you since I found my way back here.’ He leaned down pressing kisses to your neck. The bite mark on your neck was still bleeding and he licked it up. ‘How did you know what I was thinking?’ You asked in shock. ‘Your thoughts are very loud.’ He moved his knee up as he spoke, grinding it against your core. You let out a moan, you always loved when did that. You were still scared but more so you wanted Eddie so badly. You had thought he was gone forever and now that he was back you just wanted him to fuck you. You moved your hands down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. He smiled down at you, kissing you again as you moved your hands into his underwear and started to jerk him with your hand. You kissed back as he moaned into your mouth. He suddenly moved, grabbing your hands and pulling them up above your head and pinning them against the forest floor. You let out a moan as he pressed kisses to the top of your breasts, his teeth grazing them, threatening to bite down. He moved your wrists so they were in one of his hands as the other one moved down your body, unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them down slightly. He slid his hand into your underwear, rubbing your clit with his fingers, the coldness of his skin making it feel even better than before. You let out a moan, your hands curling into fists as Eddie let out a chuckle. ‘I’ve missed that noise.’ He grinned at you showing his fangs. He continued to rub your clit as you let out moans, grinding against his hand. ‘Eddie, please I need you inside me.’ You moaned out, begging him to fuck you. You’d gone so long without him that you couldn’t cope with his teasing, you just wanted to feel him again. ‘Of course, baby. Don’t move your hands.’ He warned as he took his hand that was holding your wrists down. You obeyed keeping your hands in place even though you wanted to touch him so badly. He gripped your underwear in his hands pulling them down just enough so that your cunt was on display to him. He let out a groan at the sight, running his finger over your hole, smearing your wetness everywhere. He stuck his finger in his mouth, licking off your wetness. ‘Still taste delicious.’ He pulled his own underwear down, revealing his long, hard cock to you. He moved his hands back up to hold your wrists down. He rubbed his cock over your pussy, using your wetness as lube before lining himself up with your hole and slowly pushing his way in. You both let out a moan as he filled you up. He sat still inside you for a moment, just savouring the feeling as he leant down to kiss your lips sweetly. He slowly started to thrust into you, as you let out small moans at the feeling. Your hands curled into fists as your nails dug into your palms. He leant down, using his teeth to pull your bra down. He flicked your nipple with his tongue a few times before wrapping his mouth around your nipple, sucking it, careful to keep his fangs from breaking the skin. You let out a moan, pushing your wrists against his hands. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his long hair as he pleasured you. You felt him grin against your nipple as he pushed harder against your wrists, leaving finger-shaped bruises. He sped up his thrusts, pressing kisses to your breast. You could tell how badly he wanted to bite down. You wanted to let him but you had already lost a lot of blood and you were scared if you let him he would accidentally kill you. He let go of one of your wrists, moving his hand down to rub your clit. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, your free hand immediately moving under his shirt as you dug your nails into his cold back. He let out a groan as he continued to thrust into you, hard and fast. ‘Fuck, Eddie.’ You cried out. It had been so long and you knew you were going to cum soon. It was quicker than normal but you couldn’t help it, you’d missed him. You moved your hand down to grab his ass, feeling it as he continued his thrusts, his hand rubbing your clit perfectly. He knew you so well. He knew every little thing about your body, what you liked, where to touch you. Nobody would ever compare. You felt yourself clench around him, as you got closer and closer to coming, causing him to let out a groan. ‘Baby, I’m so close.’ He groaned out as he sucked on your nipple again. You couldn’t respond, your brain was too fogged as your back arched off the forest ground beneath you. You let out a loud cry as you came, wrapping your legs around his waist as your cunt spasmed around Eddie’s cock. He thrust into you a few more times, and let out loud groans as he did so. He kissed at your breast, as he buried himself deep inside you, coming as he did. He lost control as he came, biting down on the top of your breast as he drained your blood. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as he kept drinking. You tried to struggle against him, sure he was about to kill you, but you were too weak to fight back. ‘Eddie, please.’ You whimpered, barely able to muster the strength to speak. You hoped it would remind him who you are and that he loved you but you were scared it was too late. He removed his fangs from your breast and lifted his head up. You tried to muster the strength to push him off you and run but you were too weak. Instead, you just lay there as the world spun around you. ‘Don’t worry baby, I’m just making sure we're together forever.’ He spoke but you could barely hear him as your pulse was beating in your ears. You weren’t sure what he was doing as your eyes closed but you felt his hand on the back of your head lifting it up. You felt something press against your lips before a metallic taste entered your mouth. You tried to pull away but he held your head tightly. ‘Just drink, baby.’ You had no choice but to obey as your mouth filled with what you assumed was blood, swallowing it down. You kept drinking, your head getting dizzier and dizzier until everything went black.

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You shot awake, breathing heavily as you gripped your chest. It was just a dream, a very fucked up dream but a dream nonetheless. You had plenty of dreams about Eddie since he had died but that was the most vivid of them all. Your head was pounding as you looked around realising that you didn’t recognise the room you were in. It was dark, and the windows were completely boarded up. The room was completely bare aside from the bed you were in, a small table next to you and a bucket on the floor. Where the hell were you? You threw the covers off you and tried to get up but your legs felt like lead. You suddenly felt your stomach turn and you leaned over the side of the bed vomiting into the bucket. You flopped back over, lying down and groaning. Maybe it hadn’t been a dream, maybe Eddie really was back and a vampire. And maybe he had made you one too. You reached your hands up, feeling your teeth, jerking your hand back as you stabbed yourself with your fangs. You started to hyperventilate. You were dead. You were undead. You were a fucking vampire. The door to the room opened, revealing Eddie holding a cup in his hand. ‘Hey, you’re awake.’ He said smiling at you before realising how panicked you were. He walked over and sat down next to you on the bed and placed the glass on the table before rubbing your back. You swatted his hands away from you. ‘What the fuck have you done?’ You yelled as tears poured down your cheeks. You started to hit him, continuously until he grabbed your wrists, holding your hands still. ‘Hey, calm down.’ He shouted, as you struggled against his grip but you still had no strength. ‘You killed me.’ You sobbed, your arms going limp in his grasp. ‘No, sweetheart, I just wanted you to be like me.’ He let go of your arms and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t fight back, just sobbed as he tried to comfort you. You couldn’t believe it. You’d never see your friends, your family, anyone again. You were happy Eddie was back but did he have to turn you? ‘You need to drink this. You’re still changing and it’ll help.’ He pulled away from you and handed you the glass, which was filled with a red liquid. ‘Is this blood?’ You asked looking at the glass. ‘Yeah, and you need it.’ He lifted your hand up, pressing the glass against your lips. You reluctantly opened your mouth, tilting the glass to take a drink. The second the liquid touched your tongue, it was the most delicious thing you’d ever tasted. You gulped the glass down, quickly finishing it. You wiped your mouth, placing the glass down on the table as you felt some of your strength returning. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have turned you without asking.’ Eddie spoke holding your hand and playing with your fingers. ‘You shouldn’t have.’ You agreed, not looking him in the eyes. ‘But you did and now we're here, together forever.’ You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. You hadn’t completely forgiven him but honestly, you were just happy to have him back. You loved him. ‘Together forever.’ He agreed, leaning forward slightly so your lips met. He gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away, climbing under the covers and pulling you into his chest. You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest, noticing that you couldn’t hear anything. ‘I love you. I wish I’d told you that more.’ You spoke, fiddling with the ends of his hair. ‘I love you too and you’ll have a million more chances to tell me now.’ He pressed a small kiss to your hair as you closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You were happy to be back with him, no matter what the circumstances.

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[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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[barnes-n-nobles]

Heal What Has Been Hurt (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

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Warnings: Noncon, noncon smut, corruption, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, Drug Use, and usage, neck fetish, love bites, drugging, Degrating/dumbification, somnophilia, kidnapping

Pt.2 

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It had been about a 2 months since Eddie Munson had came back from the upside down. Everyone held out hope that their loved ones would come back since he and Will returned from the “dead”. After all, this was Hawkins and shit like that happened often now. Eddie looked different now, his skin was a bit lighter, he was more serious, and didn’t like being close to anyone anymore. His demeanor had completely changed and that eventually drew Dustin and his other friends away. They all still had a lot of love for Eddie but they figured that giving him some space for now would help. Eddie was terribly moody and snapped at anyone who crossed his path. He was just full of anger now.

When he finally showed up again to school, his mood would worsen. He hated being so close to everyone, he would make the students in the back of the room move from their seats so that he could be away from everyone. Most of the time he would be called a freak, looser, satanist, but people didn’t want to mess with him anymore. Eddie’s whole demeanor changed, and he was now seen as intimidating. Due to the missed classes, he had to retake a couple of them, his schedule changing constantly to make up for the lost time.

You had your fare share of exchanges with Eddie, he was always funny and you laughed at his jokes or his “class clown acts”. You and him had a couple classes together, and he made the time go by faster. You had flunked one year and when you started school, you had started it late, adding another year. You did your best in school, but you had your own set of challenges at home that prevented you from being completely present in class. Eddie would notice this sometimes and he’d try extra hard to see you smile. You had a crush on him, and the feeling was mutual, but you didn’t dare to make a move or even talk to him a little extra, you were already a loner and you didn’t want the extra target on your back for talking to Eddie. This made your heart ache, because you really did like him.

When he died, you cried for days. Regretting all those times you COULD have talked to him but you wasted the chance because of your stupid thoughts. You wished you could turn back time just to see his smile one last time, say goodbye. But you knew that that was just another stage of your grief. But the day that you heard he had returned from the dead you couldn’t believe it. This had to be some sick joke, but when you saw him again in your class, you nearly dropped to your knees. There he was, as if he had never left, sitting in the back of the class, his messy hair and his shiny rings, his slender fingers playing with his pencil. His style never failing to amaze you, what a blessing! He was here and in the flesh, a blessing like this could not be ignored. You had to talk to him, but how?

As your tried thinking about something, you walked towards your seat, which was right in front of Eddie. Wasn’t he in another English class? You thought to yourself, as you chewed the inside of your bottom lip. You met his gaze for half a second, quickly looking down and plopping yourself on the cold hard chair. He looked a bit different, but you thought it was nothing since you didn’t even look at him enough to fully analyze what you thought you saw. Through out the class, everyone occasionally looked back at you, wondering if you had anything on your face, you quickly wiped your mouth, and then you re adjusted your hair, then made sure your nose didn’t have a booger. You looked at someone who was looking and you realized that their eyes were not directly on you, they were looking behind you towards the incredibly silent Eddie. You barely heard him breathing, moving, and his presence didn’t even seem to be there at all.

For todays class, you had to pick a partner to do this English project. Ugh how you hated those, you were always the last person available or you’d get paired up with someone who didn’t do any of the work. You decided to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to be your partner, but you were too scared. He didn’t look friendly anymore and you wondered if he’d be mean to you like everyone else. You argued with yourself for a bit before impulsively turning around, facing Eddie. The fast movement caught his attention, making him snap his eyes towards you. Fuck fuck FUCK you couldn’t say anything, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he clearly was upset. “Eddie…actually… I’m sorry…nevermind” you stammered, quickly turning around and placing your hands on your face. Why we’re you so embarrassing? You thought, running your fingers through your hair.

Eddie was in a terrible mood, but that changed when you turned to him. He just found you so cute, his lips curling up into a half smile. You were so quiet, shy, and innocent, you had a pure heart and you didn’t like attention. Thats why he liked you. He got up from his desk and grabbed his chair and moved next to you, “You’re my partner” he whispered, grabbing your paper and pencil. He wrote his name next to yours, looking at your flushed cheeks through your fingers. This made Eddie shiver, swallowing a couple times. There it is again, he thought, quickly thinking of something else.

You brought your hands down, looking at his hands and then his eyes. “I’m sorry, I have a hard time being social” you admitted, looking down again.

“You’re all good…so..what do you want to do for the project?” He asked, looking at your lips, then your neck, and down to your throat. He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you okay?” You asked noticing his pained expression. “Yeah I’m fine. Just the chills” he answered fast. “We’ll I can do the project, you don’t have to worry about it. Must be kind of shitty to have to do this class all over again” you chuckled, hoping he would laugh.

All he did was smile, careful not to do it too wide. “No, I wanna participate too. Being treated like everything is normal is necessary, I don’t want to be an exception”

“I see. Do you mind if I ask how you are? Im kind of..worried about you” you questioned, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

Eddie shuffled in his seat, getting flashbacks to the upside down. His chests started to rise and fall quickly, as if he was going to have a panic attack. As you watched him you also started to panic, scared that you might have triggered him. Not knowing what to do, you just grabbed his hand, “Eddie, it’s okay. You’re safe”, your warm hand was holding his cold one, you thought that he needed a doctor. Eddie got ripped out of his almost trance, the feeling of your hand on his, made him go crazy, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into your throat. He let go of your hand and shook his legs, placing his hands on the back of the chair, gripping them until he felt the plastic bend. He stared at you, seeming almost apologetic, “Darling, thank you for calming me down, but never touch me again” he warned. The rest of the class time went by painfully slow, only a few awkward words were exchanged between you two.

Before you could say anything again the bell sounded, releasing the class. Eddie grabbed his bag and walked out the door. You were conflicted inside, he had just called you darling but didn’t want you to touch him. Was he being sarcastic? Was he being nice? Did he not like you? All these thoughts swarmed you, not knowing what to make out of it. Grabbing your things you got up and headed for the door, but as you passed his seat you noticed that his chair had marks on the back, like as if it was molded using a hand. You also noticed that Eddie forgot his jacket, grabbing it, you stuffed it in your backpack. This would give you an excuse to talk to find him and talk to him during lunch.

Grabbing your food from the cafeteria, you walked around the benches, looking for Eddie. You looked where he would usually sit but all his friends were there except him. You walked out and walked along the hallways but still, nothing. Giving yourself one more chance, you decided to walk outside. Scanning the field for anyone sitting alone, and he was no where to be found still. As you walked back to the cafeteria you finally saw him, he was going in between 2 buildings. As you followed him, you got this really bad feeling in your stomach, as if following him was going to be bad. Maybe it was just your nerves.

Following him, you heard coughing behind the end of the building. It started to smell a lot like weed as you got closer and closer. There he was, smoking a blunt before looking at you and blowing out the air. “Eddie, um, I just wanted to come and give you your jacket. You left it in class”. You set your food tray down and you pulled your backpack off, opening it quickly. You grabbed it and pulled it out, handing it to him. Eddie stared at you, smiling at your every move. He didn’t feel much of anything these days, but he had a soft spot for you. “Thank you for returning it to me y/n..”, he said putting out his blunt. The way your name fell from his lips, was so beautiful, you just wanted him to say it all over again. “you’re welcome” you replied, standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to start up a conversation. Yeah, maybe today just wasn’t your day to be bold, you thought, “Yes…we’ll anyways, see you around” you quickly said grabbing your tray, almost walking off but his hand grabbed your arm, making you halt. “Wait, why don’t you…eat lunch with me?” He asked looking at your eyes and then down to your lips.

Your consciousness was practically screaming at you to get out of there but you brushed it off as being nervous again. “Sure why not” you smiled taking a seat on a run down bench that was further down. Eddie sat across from you, his big deep brown eyes staring at you calculatively.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted. He shook his head for you to go on.

“Are you okay? And I don’t mean just right now, I mean from everything that’s happened to you recently”

He sighed, trying his hardest to not think about the past too much.

“No, actually I’m not. Something happened to me in there and I’ll never be the same person again, I know that much”

“Can you tell me more?” You pried, hoping you wouldn’t overstep any boundaries.

He hesitated before continuing, “I know I’m back, but I don’t feel like myself…my old self. Ive changed but I don’t know why or how exactly”

You reached for his hand slowly, observing his movements, wondering if he would pull his hand back, but he didn’t. You proceeded to grabbing his fingers and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think youre traumatized from what happened to you. Anyone would be, I think. I just want you to know that you’re not alone and even though you’re not seeing your friends, I can tell that they miss you. You’re such a light, Eddie, and you’re loved no matter what.” You spoke truthfully. His heart fluttered with your words. He didn’t know you were that you were caring like that. He wanted to keep feeling and every time you spoke, he felt so good.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you…ever”

Fuck…you knew exactly what to say to make him melt, he thought to himself. He always craved to have authenticity, specially in a partner, not someone who would use him for drugs or in exchange for something else.

He smiled looking down at your hands on his, “Such a sweetheart” he complimented looking up at your cheeks, waiting for them to turn a shade of pink. He could almost hear the blood rushing to your face, your heart beating a little faster, the pulse was strong through out your body, feeling the veins in your hand move slightly. He shivered, releasing your hands, quickly reaching inside his bag for his next new blunt.

Eddie lit it up, inhaling and then blowing out the smoke as if he were a dragon. “Want some?” He asked waving it. “No im good” you answered.

“Does it bother you if I smoke here?” He asked again.

“Not at all. I smoked a couple times, but I haven’t done it in a long time. I’m good without it” you confessed.

Eddie narrowed his eyes before chuckling, making you awkwardly smile as your head tilt in confusion, “what”

“I didn’t think that a little shy thing like you would do such a bad thing like smoke. You’ve always striked me as a good girl” he teased.

“ Im just that good at not getting caught” you joked, taking a bite out of your Apple.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, he really liked this secretive side of you. He wanted you to confess more.

“Is that so? What other things have you done that you haven’t gotten caught for” he smirked, taking another hit.

You hesitated, because not only were you lying about smoking, but you didn’t know what rebels like him did that got them into trouble. “Oh you know. This and that” you muttered looking away from his eyes. He laughed now, reaching for you until he had your chin in his fingers, lifting your head to meet his gaze, “What happened to never lying to me, princess. I’m disappointed” his voice low and in a mocking tone. Your heart pounded in your chest, feeling your stomach drop in excitement and embarrassment. “I’m sorry” you whined, playing with the plastic bag that held the lunch silverware. “I just wanted to act cool so that you didn’t think I was a complete looser” you admitted. Eddie got an idea, making him shift in his seat, “Well do you want to make it up to me? I’ll forgive you if you do this one thing for me” he asked, trying hard to not smile too much. “Yes Eddie! Anything” you responded eagerly.

“You have to kiss me for 5 seconds” he swallowed, his mouth watering now.

Your eyes slightly opened, shocked at what he was asking. “But I’ve never…”

“That’s okay darling. I’ll be your first, come, sit next to me” he patted the bench beside him scooting over for you.

You got up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him. Not sure how to even start you just started to lean closer into him. Before your lips touched, you quickly jolted back, “wait! I don’t know how to kiss” you blurted, looking at Eddie lick his lips. “Just get closer..”he murmured, pulling you more into him, mere inches away from eachother, “Relax, and touch my lips with yours, and then you move them as you feel right” he whispered, his lips brushing against your own. His hands were in between you both, he could feel your legs shake anxiously. He snaked his hands on them and then he slid them up your thighs, “I’m going to put you on me if you don’t kiss me right now” he teased, his hands resting on your ass. You were so nervous, your body unable to move. Eddie quickly scooped you up and placed you on his lap, making you squeal and squirm, holding you in place.

“Come on, baby. Last chance before I never forgive you” his voice low and serious. You couldn’t handle him being mad at you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his, pulling back and then going in again. Eddie helped you out, moving his lips against your own, your intoxicating scent making him go crazy. He kissed you with such passion, holding you closer to him. His cock hardened in his ripped jeans, bucking his hips into you, both of you moaning at the pressure. He broke the kiss to kiss down your neck, making you moan again, shivering at the strange yet exquisite sensation of his lips against your skin. Eddie’s eyes flashed red now, overpowered by his desire. He sinked his sharp teeth in, tasting your delectable warm blood, sucking hard. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You’re so delicious” he moaned before his fangs sunk in deeper, drinking from your neck not able to stop. You screamed at the sudden pain, but his hand went over your mouth, silencing you immediately. “Mm..Eddie” you struggled against his hand.

Eddie didn’t want to stop, but he promised himself some more later. If he kept going he would kill you, and that thought alone was enough for him to stop. He disconnected from you, his tongue licking over your broken skin. He kissed and licked it until you stopped bleeding, leaving you with a few red marks. He felt himself feel less irritable, like his hunger was a bit more manageable. Your moans and cries made his cock twitch in excitement, he was now experiencing another type of hunger.

As you started to go limp in his arms, your silent sniffles drowned out, your eye lids closing. Eddie felt you weaken and he shook you a bit, still holding you in his arms. “Y/n? Hey hey stay with me” he frantically called. You felt so tired and weak, how were you going to get back to class. When the bell rang, you knew that you needed to get up and go but your vision started to darken, “Eddie” you groaned, before fully passing out. He held you in place, contemplating wether to take you home or his house.

As he waited for the students to go into class, he held you close to his chest, cradling you. He thought about you and what you two would have to become. Eddie wanted you, not just in thirst and sexual attraction, he wanted your whole self. You two were meant for eachother, why else would you be so willing to stay here with him, after all he was a freak and now he had come back from the dead. Everyone was afraid of him and he got treated so differently, he didn’t want that. He wanted to be treated right, just how you were treating him. You were so willing…so submissive.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, then on your neck where the freshly made wounds were at. “mine” he whispered before giving you another kiss, lifting you up with ease, walking you to his van.

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Eddie broke into your house before your parents got home, he laid you down in bed before starting to undress you. Your shirt had blood stains and he needed to get rid of it. As he took your clothes off, he couldn’t help but to stare at your unconscious body. You were only in your bra and underwear, a beautiful sight. He loved that he was able to see you like this, so vulnerable and unaware. He was so sick in the head but he didn’t care, I mean you didn’t so why should he. You would be okay with this, after all you two were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend tomorrow, this was what couples did. He convinced himself before undressing entirely himself. He crawled into bed with you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you gently. He hooked his fingers on your pink panties and slid them off, tossing them near his own clothes.

Spooning you, his hard cock pressed into your ass, his lips kissing the back of your neck. He wouldn’t have sex with you today, that would be another day, he reassured himself. His hand snaked under you, grabbing your full breast, his hand kneading it gently. As your nipple hardened, you started to moan slightly, his eyes widening a bit. “babe?” He asked, his stomach full of butterflies at the new name he could call you. Silence. Not being fully awake you didn’t respond. Eddie smiled, continuing to grope you. He managed to slide his cock in between your legs, sliding it across your folds, feeling your wetness escape you. He groaned into your ear, repeating his motions.

He sped up a bit, making your bed creak, it wasn’t until then that you started to moan again, his tip rubbing against your clit, “Eddie” you moaned making him smile, “I’m here princess” he purred, feeling his cock pulsate. “Mmm..don’t..stop” you whispered, making him go faster, the bed was now shaking, he was close.

*knock knock* “y/n?” Your mom called out.

Eddie stopped, quickly moving away from you, covering you with a blanket and then grabbing his clothes and darting into the closet.

As the door opened, your mom peeked into the room, slipping inside quietly. “Y/n..what are you doing here? I thought you were in school?” she asked confused. You weren’t responding so she shook you a little harder, “y/n, wake up” she said in a loud tone. You weren’t responding, all she got out of you was a groan. That’s when she realized that something was wrong.

“Oh my god! Y/dads/name, Call 911, y/n ISNT RESPONDING” she yelled running into the living room. Eddie took that chance to grab all his belongings and he ran out through the window at the speed of light. He got into his van which was behind your house on the street and he drove off quickly.

As he was driving, he thought back on what happened. He was very fast now, but what had changed? Confused. Shocked. That was what he felt. When he got to his place, he got out and noticed that he was TRYING to walk normally, whereas in the past it would have come completely natural. He got into his room and locked the door, freaking out at what was happening to him. He had never been like this, this was new.

The entire night he couldn’t sleep, he was up the entire time thinking about you. The only thing that changed was that he had blood. Your blood. We’re you a magical being? Could it be another sign that you were meant to be his? It was the only thing that made sense. As long as he had your blood, would he be this enhanced? This theory had to be tried out but how if you were far from him now. Eddie was going crazy with out you. He needed you, your blood, and your scent to keep him stable. You felt so much better than ecstasy.

A new development had arised, his sense of smell was strong. He could smell you from all the way here. He could tell that your pulse was stronger, that you were moving and awake, but he could also smell you from his room. Eddie grabbed his jacked and he went for the pocket that smelled the most like you. He took out its contents and there it was, your pink panties. It had your sweet scent still, from how aroused you had become in school. He held it up to his face and took a huge sniff, shivering in pleasure. He grabbed it and started to lick it, his mouth watering at your taste. “So good” he moaned.

Eddie had to rub one off, so he laid back and started to pump himself as your panties laid on his face. He imagined you sitting on his face, letting all your juices flow down onto him. “God what I wouldn’t give” he said pumping faster. Eddie enjoyed himself, his lewd mind kept him busy for hours that night , his thoughts fully consumed by you. He couldn’t wait to see you back in school.

When he pulled up into the schools parking lot, he instantly started to search for you, his eyes darting from person to person. When he got out from his van, he smiled wide, inhaling your scent that he picked up. You had to have passed by there a few seconds ago maybe even a minute, he noted. Walking towards the double doors to go into the main hall, he pulled them open, continuing to scan many faces. Many people moved out of his way, and the ones that didn’t just stared down, feeling threatened by his presence. No one wanted to mess with him anymore.

When he found you, the bell rang, flinching slightly at the loud sound. As he approached you he noticed that you seemed a little on edge.

When you closed your locker Eddie scared you, “Boo!” He cried out, making you jump a little. “How’s my girl doing today? You feeling better?” He asked running his finger through your hair, slightly pushing it back. You tensed up at his touch, looking away. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, his tone confused, “What’s wrong?”.

Sighing you pursed your lips, “What’s wrong? Don’t you remember what you did yesterday? You went all satanic on me! after I regained consciousness, I got fucking interrogated for hours about the marks on my neck. I got into big trouble with my parents because of you”.

Eddie chuckled making you even more irritated, scoffing you turned on your heels and started to walk away but his hand grabbed you, pushing you into the locker, halting you. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking” he barked squeezing your arm.

Wincing you looked around to see if anyone was around and it was just you two , “I made sure you got home safe. Did you want me to leave you all alone and passed out in the back of a building? What if someone who was bad found you? They could have kidnapped you, assaulted you in the state that you were, then they would have probably killed you. This is Hawkins y/n, it’s not safe anymore” he emphasized.

You struggled to speak, not sure if you should thank him or slap him. Before you could start again he interrupted, “I saved you, sweetheart. I would never let anything bad happened to you. You need my protection, I’m the only one who will never fail you” he purred, leaning in and placing a small kiss on your lips.

Eddie always knew exactly what to say, and in this moment, he was telling you everything you’d hope to hear from a special someone. “Eddie…thank you” you murmured, making his smile. He pressed his body onto yours, holding your face as he kissed you again, “So very welcome”.

“I still want to ask you why you did what you did yesterday. You know the whole neck biting thing” you motioned with your fingers.

“You just have a beautiful neck. I have a “thing” for yours, I want to kiss it, touch it, bite it…” he trailed his fingers down to the nape of your neck then behind it, holding you in place. Lowering his nose to it, he took a deep breath, before placing a slow and soft kiss, making you bite your lips as a shiver ran through your spine.

He eyes flashed red again, but he controlled himself, making the red fade away quickly. He straightened up, looking down at your eyes, “Would you believe me if I told you that I feel like a vampire” he said, his face dead serious now. This made you smile, slightly giggling, “God you’re really nuts, Eddie Munson” slightly knocking on his head, “Look, I know people have their own fantasi-”

“We’ll then explore this one with me. You’re my girl remember? I can tell you like it y/n, I can practically feel you getting horny when I get close to you” he teased. You shushed him, placing your hand over his mouth, feeling flustered and looking around once again, “Dont say that!..Let’s just get to know eachother more, okay? We can pretend yesterday didn’t happen and we will start over. I got caught up in the heat of the moment so I wasn’t thinking straight but I know we can be great friend right now, and eventually we can become something mor, if we both think we’re ready. We can have fun together but…no more biting.” You warned slipping away from him, “I’ll see you later in class” you trailed, feeling his eyes on your back.

Out of everything you just said, he only heard, “like yesterday didn’t happen” and stopped listening from there. Eddie was furious, how dare you say that to him. “Ballsy today” he whispered as he stared at you disappear into the hallway. You were acting like a brat and that irritated him. Where was his submissive y/n? The one that would go along with everything that he said. This was the first strike, there better not be another or else he would have to resort to something more effective. More aggressive.

Eddie wasnt paying any attention today, his mind was busy thinking about you. He felt unsatisfied with the fact that you hadn’t agreed to be with him how he wanted. It just didn’t make any sense, there was a strong connection, why would you want to forget that? His anger just grew, his mind traveling to dark places as his mood got mixed with hunger. He wasn’t craving food, he was craving you. Your blood.

English class came along and your feet walked a little faster to get to class. Eddie had freaked you out yes, but you still wanted to see him, be around him, it was exciting. When you entered the room, his seat was empty, scrunching your eyebrow slightly. When you sat down, your eyes stayed glued to the doorway, darting your eyes elsewhere when another person that wasn’t him came in.

“Alright class, let’s settle down” your teacher spoke, on her way to close the door. Saddened, you shook your head slightly taking your materials out from your bag. As the door was about to close, it suddenly swung open, revealing the source of your excitement. “Sorry about that miss” he smiled as he passed her desk, “You’re late, Mr.Munson, this is your last warning” she informed him.

As Eddie passed you, he stared right Into your eyes, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” he said coldly, not smiling anymore. Your eyes just followed him until he was out of sight, puzzled by his unfriendliness. It was out of character for him, to be so cold, specially to you.

“We’re going to be working on our projects all day today and tomorrow and it’ll be due on Monday. I have lots to grade so please keep it down” she said indifferently.

Everyone moved, joining their friends/partners. Not knowing what the right move was, you just sat in your seat, making no effort to move. Eddie rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, the sound of his chair scooting back quickly made you jump, he was definitely upset. He dragged the chair next to you, the back of it touching the desk, his legs went to either side of it, your heart raced at the proximity.

“So… you’re not going to greet me anymore? Do you hate me THAT much” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“I don’t hate you. Don’t say that” you replied, swirling your pencil in your hand, trying to avoid his gaze.

He chuckled softly, “Telling me to forget such a great moment like yesterday? Why would you want me to do that? Only someone that hated me would ask me to do such a thing” he quickly spat, angry that he had to repeat it.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to speak, but his hand grabbed your cheeks hard, making you turn your head towards him, “Drop your little attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you” he muttered between his teeth quietly before letting you go.

Your eyes went wide in shock. No one had ever talked to you like that, but you weren’t entirely sure if you disliked it. It was degrading, yet you rubbed your thighs together, making Eddie smirk.

“L-let’s just focus on this project” you stammered, turning away from him not wanting to show your flushed cheeks.

“Look at me” he ordered, making you turn and locking eyes with him. “What an obedient baby,” he cooed swiping the hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck, “see, I don’t think you want us to be friends, I know you want something more, just as I do. You don’t have to be afraid of me y/n, I won’t ever hurt you…that much” he smiled making a chill run down your spine. As much as you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was right. Eddie was your soft spot, he consumed your thoughts, it’s felt like you were obsessed with him now.

“I’m not, Eddie. I don’t hate you either, I just can’t think straight on what I want. I’m conflicted” you confessed.

“Just trust that I know what’s best for you. The day we were physically intimate, that bonded us. You belong to me and I refuse to let you make a mistake. Just trust me princess” his hand went to your cheek and rubbed it slightly before the teacher cleared her throat, starring at you two, “not in my class, please” she warned making everyone turn around. He smiled as he let you go, “ofcourse, sorry” winking at you as he opened his notebook to write something on it.

He then ripped it and passed it to you, “let’s ditch after class, meet me in my van” smiling you nodded your head and shoved the note in your pocket, “What if we get in trouble” you whispered, being extra careful to not let the teacher hear, “It’ll be fine. It’s just going to be one time….for you” he smirked, nudging your shoulder. This was so exciting, to do something bad with Eddie Munson, the ultimate rebel.

“When the bell rings, let me go ahead of you that way I’ll have the van running before you get inside. It’ll be less attention” he explained looking at the clock and starting to pack his stuff up. Nodding you just stared at your paper, thinking about what you were going to tell you parents in the case that you got caught.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and you headed out the door, heading towards the cafeteria and then over to the parking lot. “Y/n?” a male voice called out. FUCK! You mentally cursed, turning to see who had caught you, “Steve? What are you doing here? I thought you graduated already” you smiled feeling relieved that it was just him. “Yeah but I brought something over to Dustin. Something about D&D, I don’t know” he confessed catching up with you. “Oh that’s nice” you answered stopping, looking at Eddie in the van as Steve was in front of you. “I heard that you and Eddie are a thing, is that true?” He asked curiously. “What do you mean?” you questioned playing dumb.

“We’ll Robin said she saw you following Eddie one time and that you two were hiding behind a building. Then Dustin saw him talking to you in the hallway. It seems to me that you two are pretty close” he suggested, smiling slightly. You contemplated on your answer, not sure of what you should say. The truth or a lie, but it was way more complicated than that. “I’m confused, you only talked to me during class when you needed the answer to something, why are you making conversation now?” You diverted, moving your eyes over to the van, and then back to Steve. “I was just curious…But also Dustin kept begging me to come and ask you. I don’t know why he just doesn’t come and do it himself but as the full time babysitter, I have to do everything for them” he said, making you giggle, “Okay well you can tell Dustin that I won’t bite, so he can come to me anytime” you replied, a slight wind hitting your face, “But I will” Eddie’s voice boomed next to you, making you jump, his hands snaked around your waist pulling you into him. Eddie eyed Steve in a serious cold manner, “Why are you taking so long, babe” he asked turning to you and then to him.

“Steve just wanted to catch up, but he’s going now. He just wanted to ask a few questions on behalf of Dustin” you answered, feeling your heart race and his proximity. “Eddie, it’s so good to see you again” Steve smiled patting his shoulder. “Why are you talking to her, Harrington? Don’t you have plenty of other bitches to go screw up” His anger increasing.

Steve just looked at you, feeling as if he had missed anything. “Wait what? Calm down dude, it’s not like that” he explained, “We were just catching up, Dustin asked me to come talk to her, you know since I actually know her. I didn’t think I would run into her today so I took the opportunity” he explained, annoyed at Eddie’s reaction. Eddie took a step closer to him, but you tried to hold him back, pulling him towards you, “What are you doing! Stop it” you spoke, failing at keeping him away from Steve, “Dont ever let me catch you talking to her again, you’re a pretty easy boy to fuck up. Don’t try me unless you want your fucking face rearranged” he threatened, his face too close for comfort.

“I’m so sorry Steve” you apologized on Eddie’s behalf. Steve just stepped back and started to walk away, “Definitely together” he said under his breath rolling his eyes.

Eddie’s attention switched from Steve to you, “shall we?” He commanded more so than asked. “I can’t believe you just did that, Eddie. He was just asking me a question. You know, Dustin is wanting to get close to you again, I think, I DONT know now since you got all in Steve’s face” you barked, annoyed at his previous actions.

“DONT bullshit me y/n, I know how Steve’s mind works, it doesn’t take a psychic to know that he’s just trying to get in your pants” he spat. Scoffing, you turned to walk away from him, “I can’t do this Eddie, I’m going back to school. You’re way too much” you sighed and walked off. Eddie got in front of you, blocking your way, “Get in the van”

“No”

“If you’re not inside in the next 10 seconds, I’m going to carry you in there myself. Get.In.the van.” He warned, staring straight into your soul making you look away.

“Sorry Eddie, I dont think we should hang out anymore” you muttered stepping beside him.

“I’m sorry too” he smirked before he took out a rag out drenching it in chloroform, then, using his speed, he snatched you up and dragged you into the back of the van. Before your mind could register where you were, you gasped due to the whiplash, grunting and squirming against the rag that was being pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. When you tried to scream, your voice was barely above a whisper, so muffled and weak. Your eyes closed slowly, relaxing into his arms, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you left me no choice” was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Eddie placed you down gently, grabbing some ropes to tie up your hands and feet. He grabbed a blanket and bunched it up to place under your head while he drove. He smiled running his fingers over your lips, “Dont worry darling, It’ll all be okay” he assured, before hopping out from the back and slamming the back doors shut.

Eddie drove about an hour and a half away from school, to an abandoned house. Well, abandoned now since he had killed the couple that lived there. This location was perfect, it was a nice big house surrounded by trees and bushes, it was also off the road which was a huge plus. No one would ever come looking for you two here. He pulled into the garage, closing it before stepping out. He opened the doors and found your sleeping frame resting on the cold metal floor of the van.

He grabbed your legs and dragged you to him, scooping you up over his shoulder. Be entered the house, placing you on the couch before he went around locking each door. The doors in this house were able to be locked from the inside and out, but the best part was that all the windows were barred. It was just perfect.

Eddie grabbed you once again and took you up to your shared master bedroom, placing you gently on the bed, then proceeded to rip the ropes off you. He smiled at your beautiful resting face. How could you look so angelic just by sleeping. Eddie knew that you were afraid of him, afraid of committing, but soon you would learn how to get over that fear.

When you finally regained consciousness, you already knew something bad had happed. Rubbing your eyes, then looking around, you noticed that this was not familiar. Your hands and feet were sore, red marks were plastered over your skin. Going onto your feet you reached for the door, but alas it was locked. Freaking out you tried to open it more aggressively, shaking the door knob. “Give it up honey, it won’t open” Eddie’s voice called out to you from bed. You didn’t even notice that he was in here, and in bed!

“What did you do…why am I here!” You yelled, tears filling up in your eyes.

“Oh please, cut the shit, theres no need to cry. I haven’t done anything….yet” he smirked, “come back to bed and I’ll explain everything” he added gesturing for you to come next to him. “You’re fucking Sick Eddie, YOU KIDNAPPED ME” you yelled even louder, going to the window and ripping away the curtains only to see endless trees and a barbed window. “Where are we” you asked looking at him with fear, “Somewhere safe. For you and me” he added nonchalantly.

“Just come to bed” he instructed once again.

“No” you snapped, backing away from him.

“Must I remind you what happened the last time you told me “no”…” he warned.

“I don’t care. I DONT want to be near you” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Eddie raced in front of you, grabbing you and throwing you onto bed, quickly going on top of you. His speed was incredible, but you didn’t actually see it to this magnitude. He grabbed your hands and held them on each side of your head, “I’m so sick of your fucking games. Your disobedience. You push and pull me whenever you see fit and frankly, I’ve run out of patience. One day you’re all over me and the other you wanna act like you never wanted me” he growled, holding your body in place despite all your attempts to break free.

“You’re acting like such a freak Eddie! Look at what you’re doing. Be honest with yourself and really understand what you’re doing…what you HAVE done” you yelled, moving your hips against his.

“That’s where you’re wrong princess, I’m not acting like a freak…I fucking am one” he growled flashing his eyes red and smiling all the way so that you could see his fangs.

Petrified you stopped moving, your mind remembering when he told you that he felt like a vampire. “You’re a…a..”choking on your own words.

“Vampire” he grinned making a chill go down your spine.

Eddie could practically see you piecing everything together, your eyes moving all over his face in fear, “I don’t understand” you managed to speak.

“You don’t have to. All you need to understand is that you made me like this, your blood fully transitioned me and when I had it….” he shuddered closing his eyes then opening them again, revealing his blood red iris’. “It was like I was born again. I had speed and strength before I had your blood but after…it made me a million times better. I was no longer hungry, I felt strong and healthy again. You’re the key to that my y/n….and I’ll never let you go” he whispered lowering his head to kiss your lips.

He let go of you, his right hand cupping your cheek as the left one roamed your side, dipping into your ass then your leg, bringing you closer to him. You turned your face to the side, breathing heavily, “Eddie you’re sick, you’ve been hurt, this isn’t normal” you spoke in hopes to get him to come back to reality.

Eddie grabbed your face and turned you back to him, taking your lips into his once again, “you’re going to heal me. Make me good again….wether you like it or not” he growled biting down on your lip, making you squeal. You could tell you were bleeding due to the metallic taste but also because Eddie was sucking on your lip, his eyes red again.

He pulled away from you briefly to rip your clothes off, leaving you naked in seconds, he quickly undressed himself too, throwing the clothes across the room. He flipped you over to make you sit on top of him, his arms keeping you in place. Eddie kissed your breasts, then sucked on your nipple, making you moan immediately. “Just let yourself enjoy it, love. I promise to make you feel so good” he whispered taking the other nipple in his mouth. You tried holding back your moan, bitting down on your tongue to forget about the pleasure and focus on the pain. Eddie couldn’t hear you no more, so he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your entire neck to him, “I wanna hear you y/n, don’t hold anything back” he muttered, smiling as you winced at the pain, “Fuck you” you replied making his smile fade away.

“Alright, if that’s how you want to play then I’ll entertain it but…” he stopped smiling cynically at his thoughts. He ran his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck then to your ear, making you shiver, “if I hear you moan, whine, or cry, I get to bite” he whispered, dipping his head down to the base of your neck, opening his mouth and placing his fangs right on your skin. “Eddie don’t” you cried, feeling terrified at his words. Then you realized what you done, “Wait, STOP NO” you whimpered, feeling his teeth sink into you. Your mouth was shaped like an O, your eyes wide at the pressure. You thought it was going to be super painful like last time but as soon as you heard him grunt in pleasure, it felt different. A good different.

Eddie moaned as your blood entered him, your sweet taste felt like heaven on earth, the way it lathered his burning throat was like no other feeling. It was so much more than pleasure. The way your blood coated it, was so much better this time, completely soothing his pain, healing what hurt. As he drank, his hunger subsided, immediately stopping. He couldn’t have you passing out again, you needed to be awake on the night that he intended to fully claim you.

When he was finished, your will to fight was gone. You were a little light headed, feeling like the fight had ended before it even started. Eddie loosed his grip on you and placed you on the mattress, laying you on your back, feeling too tired to oppose him. “That’s it baby, relax. Just enjoy…but remember what I said” he smirked, spreading your legs open. His body went right to the end of the bed, his hair tickling your thighs, “Eddie…please don’t” you whispered careful to not whine. He ignored you, kissing your inner thigh, then inching closer and closer to your folds. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a straight line, not wanting to make a sound, “I’m sorry darling; what’d you say?” He smirked, running his tongue right over your clit, giving you one small lick. “Stop” you said coldly, careful as to show emotion”. Eddie could feel your heart beat start to race, the heat radiating from your pussy. “DONT tell me what to do” he warned, shoving his tongue past your fold, hitting your clit. He wasted to time in flicking his tongue over it, moving it from side to side then up and down, moaning at your delicious taste. How was it possible that you were delicious everywhere, he wanted to eat you all up.

You grasped the sheets, a lewd moan ripped through your throat, gasping at the pleasure. Eddie smiled, moving his head to your thigh, bitting down on your soft skin, his teeth sinking right into your femoral artery, the blood flow redirecting into his mouth. Your hands went to his head, your fingers intertwining with his brown locks, “Eddie” you moaned, feeling his other hand rub your pussy while he drank from you. He unlatched himself, cleaning up the wounds with his tongue, moaning in the process.

“You haven’t learned your lesson babygirl, must I make it harder for you?” He cooed, eating you out before you could speak. You tugged at his hair, your back arching in pleasure, “feels…so good” you choked out, making him stop. His cock leaked precum, twitching in excitement. It was time.

“I know baby, I know and I’ll always make you feel that way,” he murmured his voice dropping an octave, “I’ll ruin you for others. You won’t want anyone else but me. I promise you” he spoke, rubbing his tip at your entrance, “Say that you’re mine” he ordered, running it further up to your clit. You arched your back again, shivering, “Tell me y/n” he barked, his hand on your throat, “Eddie, I’m..I’m yours” you submitted, feeling his tip slide inside of you, both of you moaning due to the much needed friction. He then snapped his hips into you, not allowing you to adjust. It was quite painful taking him all the way in, so you moved your hips back a bit, trying to lessen the pressure but he inched forward, holding your hips down with both of his hands, “Bad girl” he smiled, taking his cock almost all the way out, before pounding into you even harder this time.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your hands flew to your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming. Eddie got even more turned on at your pathetic attempts, you were whining, crying, moaning, grunting, but because you held your mouth it was all just muffled. Eddie looked down, loving the way your belly bulged which each time his cock disappeared into you. The glistening skin showing him how wet you were for him. Sex with you was like an out of body experience. He felt pure erotic pleasure, something he never expected to experience. His eyes raked over your body, your breast bouncing rapidly with each thrust, you looked so fucking sexy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his cock reaching all of your good spots.

You were going absolutely crazy under him. He wanted to hear you now, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them to the sides of your head, “Let me hear you darling, let your master know how good it feels” he ordered, snapping into you deeper. You heard him but you couldn’t really comply, being too far into your own world of pleasure to even try to form a sentence, “Mmm.mas-ster” you groaned, unable to fully open your eyes. Eddie loved the way you were going absolutely stupid on his cock, but it also made him slightly angry because you weren’t listening.

“My poor little dumb whore can’t speak, huh? Does master have to help you become a functioning human being again? My little dumb slut” he mocked, slapping your face lightly so that you could focus in. “Hey! Dummy, tell me who your master is” he said slowing his pace, “Master…master! You’re my master” you cooperated, wrapping your legs around him, trying to push him in deeper. Eddie chuckled darkly, grabbing your face with his hand, squishing it, “That’s right princess, I’m your master. Whos cock do you need” he teased moving your face from side to side, “masters…Yours, master” you replied, before gasping and digging your nails into his back. He had pushed himself all the way in again, snapping his hips feverishly. “Mmm, yes” he moaned, satisfied. “Fuck, I can tell that you’re close, doesn’t it feel sssooo good to finally be fucked like the little sex doll you are? Hm? You don’t even have to answer me baby, I know that your little brain isn’t functioning because I have you stuffed to the brim with my cock. You’re practically brainless!” He spat grabbing your head and turning it to the side so that he could sink his teeth in again.

The feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, made your toes curl, moaning out his name in pleasure. Eddie couldn’t contain his pleasure as well, moaning a long “mmm” sound as he drank you. Eddie was to the point where he couldn’t contain himself, he came hard inside of you, still not detaching himself from you, ingesting a big gulp of blood. He moaned through his lips, his cock twitching inside of you. Without detaching himself, he started to rub your pussy ferociously, making you scream at the velocity, each stroke making your heart race faster. The pressure in your stomach was way too much, “Eddie” you finally a screeched, squirting all over his bottom half, your body shaking as your orgasm spread through you.

Eddie felt the way your blood raced, making it flow faster into him, swallowing it all. After that final gulp he felt your heart beat drop dramatically. He was on his way to killing you if he didn’t stop now, so he detached himself, trying to calm himself down before anything else. At this point you started to go unconscious, and you still had a pulse, but it was weak, like last time.

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?” You heard him calling, your vision blurred and his voice started to distort.

“Eddie” you sighed, your voice too weak to be audible in a normal setting.

“Focus on my voice sweetheart, don’t fall asleep” he frantically spoke as he lightly tapped your face.

Your eyes weren’t able to stay open, finally closing them and slipping into darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He called, and that was the last thing you heard before everything went dark red.

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Pt.2….Maybe?? Idk let me know :-)

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[sataniquepanique]

Desert Song

Summary: Inspired by My Chemical Romance's Desert Song. After the events of '86, you try to move on with your life. Four years later, you're about to finish college and living with your boyfriend Steve. Eddie shows up one night, not alive but not dead either.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Smut, unprotected PIV sex, angst, drinking, mentions of suicide/self-harm, mentions of depression/trauma

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short 1k word count bullshit story, but I spiraled. It will now be two parts <3

Part One: I Can See You Awake Anytime in My Head

“Y/N!” 

You hear your boyfriend calling you from the bedroom, followed by a loud crash and multiple dull thumps. Sighing as you lift your face from the textbook it’s buried in, you stare blankly down the hallway leading to the back of your apartment. “Yes, babe?” Your answer is overly sweet, trying to hide your slight irritation.

“Have you seen my sneakers? The white Nike’s with the red uh…swoopy thing?” He jogs out of the bedroom, warm brown eyes slightly frantic as he scans the floor for his missing shoes. 

You cock an eyebrow as he enters the kitchen where you’re stationed on a wooden stool. Papers and books litter the small counter in front of you, along with a now cold mug of coffee that you had long forgotten about. 

“Swoopy thing?” You slowly reiterate back to him.

“I don’t know what it’s called!” He throws his hands up in exasperation, running one through his perfectly askew hair and letting the other settle onto his hip.

“Did you check the shelf in the hall closet?” You suggest cooly, knowing exactly where you had placed them after finding both shoes tossed haphazardly on the kitchen floor yesterday.

Hastily walking to the closet, he throws the door open and crouches down to rifle through the contents . 

“A-HA!” He holds up the sneakers in triumph.

You smirk and roll your eyes, turning your attention back to the open textbook on the counter. “Maybe now you’ll learn that your shoes go in there, and not on the floor, or on the recliner, or—.”

“—yeah, yeah. I get it.” He nods his head sarcastically as he ties his shoes, a few messy pieces of hair falling in front of his eyes.

Straightening up and adjusting his dark green Family Video vest, he strides into the kitchen and wraps his arms around you from the back. Nestling his face into the side of your neck, he starts trailing soft kisses up to your ear.

His hair tickles your cheek, making you giggle as you playfully push him away. “Steve! You’re going to be late for work, and I need to study for this exam.”

He groans into one final kiss below your jaw. “I’ll be home after 11 tonight, I promised Keith the night off.”

“Okay, I’ll leave dinner in the fridge in case you’re hungry. Love you.”

Halfway out the door he pauses and smiles back at you. “I love you too, babe.” 

With Steve gone for the night the apartment falls into complete silence. 

You hate it. You hate the stillness.

What used to be calming and peaceful, now brings on immense anxiety and panic. Your thoughts catch up to you, memories resurface after being pushed down and buried for so many years. Desperate for any sort of auditory distraction, you unlatch the kitchen window, pushing it open to let the sounds of springtime in Hawkins flood the small apartment. The kids shouting in the street, birds chirping in the trees, the soft drone of an airplane overhead. The town has come a long way since the devastating events of 1986. Four years ago Hawkins was nearly decimated by Vecna, with a majority of the oblivious residents choosing to uproot and move away after the “earthquake” ripped the town in half. The gates to the Upside Down were finally closed for good in ’88 all thanks to El, but not without sacrifices from you and the rest of your friends. All of you were different after that, with varying degrees of trauma and grief that still linger to this day. Each of you cope in unique ways, some moving far away to try and forget, others like yourself just keep busy and steel yourself away behind a set of emotional armor. As your thoughts threaten to drift towards him, you quickly shake your head and go back to studying. It’s been years since you talked about him, years since you let yourself even think about him, and you weren’t about to start now. 

Senior year of college is going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. The death of whatever part of you was even left after ’86, anyway. Only one more month until graduation, but those 30 days are stacked with exams and deadlines to the point where you feel like your brain might actually explode. After high school, you stayed local for college, not wanting to be too far from your support system after the tragedy. The rest of the group was scattered, some living close by and others on opposite coasts. Nancy was in Boston about to graduate from Emerson, still dating Jonathan (albeit long distance) with him staying in California with his mom and Will. Robin was at school in Muncie, a few towns over from Hawkins, enabling you to see her often much to Steve’s annoyance. As much as you still couldn’t wrap your head around it, the younger kids had all graduated high school last year, moving out of Hawkins. Mike and El were both enrolled at Indiana State a few hours away, while Lucas had followed Max back to California and is now on the USC men’s basketball team while she studies social work. Dustin was in his freshman year at Virginia Tech for engineering, calling every week to check in with you and Steve. Erica Sinclair was the lone kid left at Hawkins High, and the youngest DM in Hellfire Club history, taking over after Jeff and Gareth had graduated. You, Steve, and Robin take turns picking her up from the club’s meetings every Friday. Steve had refused to leave Hawkins, not after everything that happened. He was adamant on rebuilding a sense of normalcy, which is why he jumped at the chance to buy Family Video after the owner decided to move with the rest of the herd of Hawkins refugees. Keith was a little pissed that Steve “The Hair” Harrington was now his superior, but he got over it pretty quickly when he saw how lenient of a boss Steve is. 

Running your hands over your face, you decide to start dinner to take a break from studying, afraid that your eyes would start bleeding if you read another sentence about the Bronze Age of Ancient Greece. The sun had started to set, casting a warm golden glow over the apartment. Scooping up some vegetables from the fridge, you dump them onto the counter and start prepping. Reaching over the sink, you turn on the small radio on the windowsill and sing along to Nirvana while chopping up a green pepper.

—I’m standing in your line

I do hope you have the time

I do pick a number too

I do keep a date with you— 

A loud creak from the back of the apartment ceases your singing. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you grip the handle of the knife tighter. Your brain tells you that it’s nothing, but your body is screaming otherwise. Every cell is drawing you towards it, begging for investigation. Your heartbeat quickens as you creep down the hallway to the bedroom, carefully padding down the hardwood floor. Lingering in the doorway, your eyes fall to the mess that Steve had left when he was looking for his shoes earlier. “It was just something falling out of the closet” you convince yourself as you exhale. A sudden breeze sails through the room, and you see that the bedroom window is wide open. You can’t remember if you opened it earlier. Maybe Steve? Peering out into the now dark woods behind the apartment, you swear you can see a figure standing just beyond the tree line. You blink, convinced your eyes are playing tricks, and upon a second glance it’s gone. 

———

The anniversary of the Battle of ’86 is always bittersweet. The entire gang gets together each year, and it’s always comforting to be together again. There’s a piece missing though. Not just a piece of the group, but also of your heart, a piece that was left in the Upside Down four years ago. No one talks about him, at least not to you anyway, only the casual mention of his name on the anniversary. This year it was your turn to host, Steve opting to grill on your back porch while the rest of the group could hang out and play yard games behind your ground floor apartment. While Steve busies himself in the kitchen, you clean off the lawn chairs and set up the small copper fire pit. You find yourself glancing into the woods occasionally, still not fully convinced your eyes had deceived you the other night. 

“Robin’s here!” Steve calls out the kitchen window, breaking your thoughts away from the trees. She throws the sliding door open and strides out onto the lawn. “Hi love bug!” She smiles widely as you run to hug her. “I’ve brought the children!” She motions behind her as Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica file through the door.

“I’m 19, I’m in college for Christ’s sake.” Dustin grimaces. 

“Hi Dustybuns!” you add fuel to his hate-fire as you pull him into a hug. 

After the Upside Down, Dustin had pulled away from the group, spending his time rotting away in his room building random gadgets to keep his mind busy. Months went by, with each friend trying to break him out of his reclusive state to no avail. Steve finally had enough, he couldn’t stand seeing Dustin wither away, so he begged you to talk to him knowing that the two of you had shared trauma. Dustin didn’t look at you when you showed up to his house, just opened the door and led you into his room silently when you had asked to speak in private. To this day, you hadn’t told Steve or the rest of them what was said in that room. How you both broke down, holding Dustin in your arms on the floor as he cried. How he repeatedly chanted “why did he leave me?” through heaving sobs. It shattered your already broken heart even more, knowing how much he loved him. How he had filled part of the paternal hole that Dustin’s dad had created after abandoning him years prior. You promised Dustin that you would always look out for him, that it’s what he would have wanted, that Dustin was his brother not by blood but by choice. Dustin reluctantly agreed to show up more after that, coming around for dinner with you and Steve every other week or going to the movies with Mike and Lucas. Eventually he seemed to be back to normal, his sarcasm and jabs at Steve more frequent, and when he received his acceptance letter to Virginia Tech you were the first person he called. “He’d be so proud of you.” Is all you said in response, and it’s all Dustin wanted to hear. 

“Henderson! A little help?” Steve appears in the doorway, arms full of food as Dustin moves to grab some plates from his hands. Nancy and Jonathan show up a few minutes later with Mike and El in tow. Nancy shoves a bottle of wine into your hands, going on and on about the great wineries she’s visited in California while on spring break with Jonathan.

“How are you?” Max asks moving to your side away from the rest of the group, who were now mingling and catching up. You have all been through hell and back, but nothing like what she had experienced. Her physical injuries had healed, leaving jagged white scars from the surgeries to reposition her broken joints, but her mental wounds lingered, manifesting in frequent panic attacks and angry outbursts. Moving to California had helped, she picked up surfing and it seemed to calm her. 

“I’m uh, surviving.” You give a half smile, knowing both of you would never be upfront about your struggles. “Today’s hard for all of us.” 

She nods in agreement, and the two of you watch as Steve and Dustin bicker over how long to grill a burger for. 

As the sun sets, Steve builds a fire in the small copper basin on the lawn as the rest of you drag chairs to circle around. The warm glow feels good against your face, and you stare into the flames as Dustin stands across the circle from you. 

Raising his red solo cup he clears his throat nervously. “I just want to say…that I’m really glad we were all able to get together again, even if it’s for a memorial. You guys are my best friends, I’m not sure what I’d do without you.” He looks around at everyone’s faces glowing from the fire, leaving yours for last.

Lifting his cup a little higher, he proposes a toast, his eyes lingering on you. “To Hawkins rebuilding…and to Eddie.”

His name makes you wince. 

You can feel everyone’s eyes dart between Dustin and you. On auto-pilot, you raise the plastic cup in your hands robotically.

“To Eddie.” They all repeat.

You can’t bring yourself to utter his name in return.

Not wanting to end the night on a sad note, Robin takes it upon herself to bring out Steve’s boombox and pull him to his feet for a dance. The other kids laugh along at their terrible coordination, and you let yourself smile a little. As it gets later into the night, the fun starts to wind down and some yawns begin to surface. 

Robin stands by the back door with Erica, jingling her keys as she watches everyone say their goodbyes. Lucas leads Max out, arm around her shoulders protectively as she waves at you. Nancy hugs you, demanding on making plans for you to visit her in Boston, as she wrangles Jonathan, Mike and El out the door. Steve gives Dustin a huge bear hug, followed by their secret handshake that still manages to put a smile on everyone’s face. 

You take your seat again, still gazing into the fire that was now starting to die out. Steve walks over and leans down, kissing your cheek. 

“I’m gonna go to bed, ‘kay?” He smooths your hair down and cups the side of your face.

You nod into his touch, looking up at him with a forced smile. “Okay, I’m going to stay out here a little while and relax.”

You see the hesitation in his eyes, there’s a sadness behind it that he doesn’t ever vocalize. He knows how hard the past four years has been for you, and he wasn’t one to pry. You had both been friends all through high school, even before everything happened with Will and the Upside Down. After everything you’ve been through, he knew you better than anyone. Anyone alive that is. The two of you grew closer after you graduated in ’86, with him being a shoulder to cry on as you mourned the death of your boyfriend Eddie. Steve was there to pick up the pieces, eventually moving in with you to help make rent. Two years ago things turned romantic, though you can’t remember how. Your lives were so entwined that it just seemed right. You love him, not like you had loved Eddie, and in the back of his mind Steve knew that. He was your rock, and you’d always be eternally grateful to him for bringing you back from the brink. 

With everyone gone, a wave of exhaustion crashes over you. Closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the chair, you completely overlook the fact that Steve had shut off the radio on his way inside. A warm breeze breaks through the trees, engulfing you in the soothing scent of cedar and the lingering smoke from the fire. Eddie’s face creeps into your mind as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to forget. You see his big brown eyes, how they sparkled when he was being mischievous. His unruly hair, and how it felt between your fingers as you made love in the back of his van on warm nights like this. You feel the tears start to well, and don’t even try to stop them. Pulling your knees into your chest, you wrap your arms around your legs and bury your face, trying to muffle the sobs that were bubbling to the surface. 

“Fuck you.” You whisper.

“Fuck you for leaving. Fuck you for being a hero. Fuck. You.” You cry into the night. 

“—Is that a threat, or a promise, princess?” Someone answers.

You nearly fall out of your chair, head whipping towards the direction of the voice. 

Eddie Munson is leaning against a tree at the edge of the woods, a devilish grin plastered onto his pale face.

“Ed-Eddie…?” You whisper incredulously, inching forward off the lawn chair.

“In the flesh.” He holds his arms out and gives a slight bow.

“That’s not possible. I must have drank more than I thought tonight. You’re not really here, I’m imagining it.” You laugh darkly, shaking your head as you turn away to go inside. You’re really off the deep end now, your mind tells you, hallucinating your dead boyfriend? Get a fucking grip.

He reaches out and grabs your wrist, fingers ice cold against your skin. You try and recoil, but he pulls you closer to him, meeting his eyes. They’re not the same eyes you remember. Irises that were once deep brown and full of life, are now completely black and had years of secrets behind them. You study him, taking in every detail of what you’re still trying to convince yourself is a figment of your grief-stricken imagination. He’s leaner than you remember, but also stronger, the muscle definition showing through his old leather jacket and ripped black jeans. Your free hand travels up his arm, he almost feels like he’s made of stone. 

“How—how is this possible…I watched you die.” The phrase barely makes it out of your mouth.

“Yeah, that was real. That happened.” He shifted uncomfortably. “But I uh, I was given a second chance of sorts.”

“…what does that mean exactly?” You step back, looking back towards his face.

Eddie nervously puts his hands in his back pockets and smiles at you, fangs glinting against the moonlight. 

“Jesus Christ.” You hiss, taking another step back from him in shock.

He looks at you and you can see that he’s hurt by your retreat.

“Are you…are you going to kill me?” You ask calmly, a small part of you hoping that’s the case. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide and he quickly shakes his head, familiar wild hair flying around his shoulders. “No! No, absolutely not.” 

“Then why are you here, how are you here? It’s been four years Ed…” You swallow the lump in your throat.

He sighs, kicking at the ground. “After I died, after you left the Upside Down, Vecna found me. He’s the one that changed me into—into this.” He motions a hand down his body. “He wanted me to be his right hand man, and for a while I was, helping him build his army. I bided my time, tried to figure out a way to escape, to find a way back to you. When I noticed the gates starting to close two years ago, I knew it was time, otherwise I’d never get the chance to find you again. So I slipped through one of the gates, right before it shut, before he could follow me. I set up camp in the woods near Skull Rock, but I was pretty drained after leaving the Upside Down, so I took some time to regain my strength and then sought you out.” 

He sat down in one of the lawn chairs and stared into the embers of the bonfire. With his face illuminated, you can see how exhausted he looks. 

“I’ve watched you for almost two years, too afraid to reveal what I’ve become. I’ve seen your good days, I’ve seen your bad ones. I’ve watched as you hid away from everyone, and became a shell of your former self.” 

It stung to hear him say it out loud, but you knew it was true. You died the day you lost Eddie, and no amount of time could heal that. You’ve spent years trying to hide your apathy from the world, but Eddie was always able to see right through you. 

“I’m sorry…” your head hangs as heavy tears begin to roll down your cheeks. In a split second, Eddie is upright and holding you. One arm around your waist, the other pulling your head into his chest. You grip at the back of his jacket, sobbing into his shirt. 

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You look up at him, face wet with years of pent up grief. He leans down and you meet him halfway, kissing him softly. The two of you stay in the embrace for a while, unwilling to let the other one go. You stifle a yawn, and Eddie cups your chin to look up at him. 

“Go inside and get some sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow.” His voice is low and soothing as he runs a hand through your hair. You close your eyes and nod your head, bringing your lips to meet his again. 

———

You didn’t sleep at all, instead staring at the back of Steve’s head as he snored softly, trying to bring yourself back down to earth. How is this possible? 

When the sky starts to turn a dusty pink, you give up on sleep and sneak out to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Ever so often you glance out the window towards the woods, trying to catch a glimpse of Eddie. All you can see is trees. Maybe you did make it all up? Maybe you had finally snapped? The more you stared out into the forest, the more you started to believe last night never happened.

Steve wakes up a short time later, shuffling into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you as you wash the dishes, absentmindedly staring out the small kitchen window.

“Hey…” He whispers as he kisses the side of your neck slowly. You turn around in his arms and run your hands over his naked chest, fingers tracing over his old demobat scars. 

I wonder what Eddie’s scars look like. 

You push the thought out of your mind quickly. “Good Morning,” You finally respond, kissing him softly.

“I’m gonna take a shower before work, wanna come with?” He bites his lip, raising his eyebrows hopefully. You giggle a yes and let him pull you down the hall.

Steve leaves for work a little before 9am, leaving you alone on the couch trying to study for your upcoming final exams. You can’t concentrate, you must have read the same sentence 30 times before you hear a soft knock at the back door. Throwing your textbook onto the couch and leaping up, you rip the door open and see Eddie smiling at you. It was real. It was all real.

You step back but he doesn’t follow inside. Giving him a quizzical look, he has the utmost seriousness written on his pale face. “You have to invite vampires inside, otherwise we can’t cross the threshold.”

Hearing him say the word outright gives you pause. It gives you goosebumps, but not in a bad way, something that surprises you.

“OH! I’m sorry. I didn’t know…uh please come in, Eddie.” You motion towards the living room dramatically. He gives you a shit-eating grin. 

“I’m totally fucking with you, that’s not true.” He pushes through the door and takes a look around your apartment. 

“Are there like…rules or things I should know about though? Like the whole garlic thing?” You feel like a complete idiot right now. 

Eddie shakes his head, meandering around your living room looking around aimlessly. “Not really. A stake in the heart will kill me, but that’s about it.” He waves a hand dismissively. 

You try to remember all the things you’ve read about vampires throughout the years. 

“What about sunlight?” 

“Nah. It doesn’t hurt me, it’s just mildly uncomfortable. Like a sunburn almost.” He shrugs.

You nod thoughtfully, unsure of what to say next.

“There’s perks though. I got really strong after I turned, and I also have supersonic hearing.” He picks up a picture frame on a side table, containing a photo of you and Steve from last Halloween. “In fact…I heard you fucking Harrington in the shower earlier.”

His admission, and also his tone, make your blood pressure rise. Before you have the chance to respond he picks up your discarded textbook and reads the cover. “Art History, hmm?”

“Yeah, I’m about to graduate next month with a BFA. Well, hopefully, if I pass my next few exams.” 

He sets the book down on the coffee table and leans against the arm of the couch. “I’ve seen you staying up late studying, you always have this light on until early morning.” He points at the side table lamp in the corner of the living room.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to crawl up into a ball and fucking die. He had been out there all along, and you had no idea. Life continued, you continued, while he waited in the shadows.

“What do you wanna do with it, with your degree?” He brings you back to reality.

“Uh, teach, actually. I would love to teach art to elementary school kids.” 

“You were always good with them…” he wanders into the kitchen and leans back again the fridge closer to where you stand. 

“…did you ever wonder what our kids would’ve been like?” He asks suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Not since…everything—” You shake your head. The two of you had talked about the future before, about breaking out of Hawkins after graduation and never looking back. Eloping in a little white chapel in Vegas or something, and living out west making music and art together. 

“—I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it often back in the day though.” A small laugh escapes your mouth as you think about it. “I think they’d be super cute. Dark curls like yours, freckles, a deep love for music and art from the time they’re babies—“

“—oh absolutely. No kid of mine would grow up without knowing the godfathers of metal at least.” He interrupts, pushing himself off the fridge.

“They’d be a handful.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “They’d take after you, and they would drive me insane.”

Eddie breaks out into the same mega-watt smile you used to love, save the two pointy fang additions. “Yeah, they would.” He chuckles, a hint of sadness breaking through.

“But I’d love them with every fiber of my being. Just like I did their dad.” Your smile falters, and the pit in your stomach returns. Eddie see’s your face fall, and he slowly walks over and pulls you into him. You inhale him as silent tears roll down your cheeks.

Standing in the kitchen, clinging to each other, time slows. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, taking in each other’s presence like the night before. 

You brush your sleeve against your eyes and look up at him. “Eddie, what are we going to do?”

He rubs his thumb against your cheek, staring into your eyes. “I don’t know. All I know is that I have you and I’m never letting you go again.” 

Kissing you softly, he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in. Your arms snake around his neck and the kiss deepens, becoming hungrier and more erratic. Feeling the heat starting to pool between your thighs, you peel Eddie’s jacket off his shoulders as he picks you up by your ass. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is through his jeans as he carries you back to your room. He throws you backwards onto the unmade bed and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his lean torso covered in scars. 

“Oh…Eddie…” you reach up and run your fingers across the raised marks littering his sides, your eyes start to water. He puts both hands on each side of your face, forcing you to look at him. 

“Hey, I’m here. I’m okay. Everything’s okay now.” 

You nod as he closes the space between you, pushing you backwards onto the bed as you explore each other’s mouths. Running your tongue along his fangs turns you on in a new, weird way, not to mention his taste. He tastes metallic almost, and in the back of your mind you know exactly why. His calloused hands trace up the side of your body, pushing your t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it in a heap onto your floor. He begins to grind his hips into you, inhaling the soft moans coming from your mouth. The thin flannel shorts you’re wearing create barely any barrier between your throbbing core and his hard cock that is threatening to tear through his jeans. 

“Eddie…I need you. Please, it’s been so long…” you say in-between sloppy kisses.

“I got you, baby. I’ll take of you, don’t worry.” He trails his way down your body, littering your chest with soft bites and a few kisses until he gets to your shorts. He promptly rips them off, discovering you completely had forgone underwear. The blood pumping in your ears was so loud, but you could’ve sworn you heard him growl when he saw your naked body. Kicking his jeans off, he crawls back up to meet your eyes as he lines up with your entrance. A large ringed hand smooths down the side of your face. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” His voice is filled with longing as he nuzzled his nose against yours. 

You kiss him softly. “Show me, Eddie.” 

His initial thrust into you makes you see stars. It feels like the earth had begun to spin again after being off kilter for so many years. Eddie was the missing piece, the two of you fitting perfectly together, and he was finally back where he belongs. His pace is slow but deep, and he begins to nip at your neck, his fangs pricking at your skin.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself…” Eddie growls between kisses against your jugular. 

“I’m not afraid of you, Eddie.” Your voice is strong and reassuring as he straightens up, the new angle causing him to push deeper into you. He gingerly kisses the inside of your wrist, dragging his fangs across the delicate skin as his dark eyes watch you.

“Maybe you should be.” He winks, showing off his fangs with a wry smile. A soft moan escapes your lips, causing Eddie to quicken his pace, slamming your body into the headboard. The powerful thrusts shake the bed, causing a picture frame on the nightstand to topple over loudly. Eddie looks over at the noise and his eyes meet a photo of you and Steve kissing. 

His hips falter, slowing down as he shakes his head.

“Everything okay?” You reach a hand up to caress his cheek. His face is unreadable, but when he meets your eyes there’s an anger there, something you haven’t seen before. He pulls out and leans back on his knees. 

“Eddie? What’s wrong, are you okay?” You sit up, reaching out to him as he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“I can’t do this with you, not in the bed you fuck him in.” His voice is low, almost a whisper as his eyes narrow. “…Do you know how hard it’s been?” His grip on your wrist tightens.

“Yes Eddie, I do. It’s been awful, I’ve cried myself to sleep more nights than—“

“—I sat and watched as you moved on, with school, with life, with him.” The last word was said with so much venom that it makes you choke.

“Steve?” You’re suddenly filled with a smoldering rage by his tone. You yank your wrist out of his painful grip.

“Yes, fucking Steve. I had to sit and watch you fall in love with that prick!”

“Eddie you died!” You sit up straighter, trying to control the level of your voice. “I didn’t set out to fall in love with anyone else, it just happened, two years after your death, mind you! Steve was there for me, he helped me every single step of the way through all of my breakdowns and days that I just wanted to fucking die—“

“— he left me down there.” He deadpans.

“We all did!” You roar as he avoids your eyes. “You died in my arms, Eddie. I watched the life drain from your eyes as I begged you to stay with me. I tried to bring your body back, but it would’ve slowed us down and killed us all. Steve carried me out of there and saved my life.”

Eddie was silent for a few beats as you steadied your emotions.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

You shake your head sadly. “A lot happened that you didn’t see. We’re all fucked up because of it. Dustin was a ghost for a while. Him, Mike and Lucas don’t even play D&D anymore because it’s too painful.”

He hangs his head, staring at the rings on his hand. 

“…I tried to kill myself Eddie.” You whisper as you grip the sides of your legs for stability.

His face snaps up to look at you, and you watch as the tears start to cloud his dark eyes. 

“Steve found me. It was in this apartment. We were supposed to meet up with Robin that day for lunch, and when I didn’t answer the door he kicked it in and found me. He moved in shortly after that, telling me he wanted to help me afford rent but I know it’s because he wanted to keep an eye on me.”

Tears were falling down both of your faces as he grabs your hand, tracing soothing circles with his thumb. Your heart melts, memories flooding back of the sweet, lovable boy he once was.

Inching closer, he looks up at you as you put your hand out to stroke the side of his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm. 

You let out a sob as he pulls you onto his lap. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he buries his face in your neck. He kisses your temple and pulls your face back to look at you, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I thought about you every second of every day. You were my reason for living—or surviving I guess, seeing as how I don’t have a pulse.” He lets out a shaky laugh. 

You hiccup and smile at him. “I never stopped thinking about you Eddie, as much as I wanted to forget about the trauma of it all. I’ve missed you more than you can even imagine.”

He closes the gap between you with a kiss, slow at first and then building and becoming deeper again. You grip his hair as his hands move down to your lower back, pressing you into him more. Straddling his waist you reach down and put him back inside of your warmth, beginning to ride him slowly. 

His mouth attaches to your left nipple, sucking it while his hand massages your other breast. The sensation of him makes you quicken your pace. You lean back slightly to let him hit the spot inside that drives you absolutely insane. 

Eddie stares at you in awe as you throw your head back. “Eddie, baby…”

He grips your waist as he starts to meet your thrusts. “Cum for me sweetheart, show me how much you missed me.”

He continues to buck up into you as you ride out your high, and you can tell he’s close by how hard he’s gripping and kneading your ass. You grab both sides of his face and pull him up to kiss you as you felt him explode inside of you, deep groans rumbling through his chest. 

You didn’t remove yourself from his lap, staying exactly where you were with him inside of you, kissing each other lazily as you recovered. 

Your legs began to fall asleep, and you slowly remove him and scoot back on the bed, motioning for him to join you. The previous night’s lack of sleep was catching up to you, and your body felt like it was moving at a glacial pace. Eddie laid down next to you, enveloping you in his arms as you closed your eyes.

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The Bat -

Part 2

The party

Warning:

Blood sucking, biting, finger fucking, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, creampie, Blood drinking. Smoking and drinking themes.

18+

Word count: 3.8k

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Vampire - Dominic Fike

I only showed up to tell you

Everyone at this party's a vampire

This ain't red wine

We're all food for the bloodsuckers

Movin' up under the moonlight

Like the vampires

Sex with Eddie used to be soft and sensual but this was something else. He was rough and sexy, biting you lightly with his fangs.

You wondered if he was tempted to pierce your skin, lusting for the taste of your blood. The taste of you. After spending so long in the dark, he was wanting you.

As his lips exploded your body, scrapping his fangs lightly across your skin trying to resist the urge to bite deeply into you, Noticing this you pulled him back up to your face and kissed him.

“We don’t have to do this Ed. Just come lie here with me”

He shot you a look that caused you to wince, he didn’t want to stop but you knew that if he carried on he would making you bleed. Sensing that he was thirsty for blood, you buried his head into your neck rubbing his wavy brown hair until he fell asleep.

Or you thought he had fallen asleep.

When you awoke, he was no where to be seen. The light was streaming through your curtains, you sighed regretting not going further with him last night.

But you knew to him, that sex wasn’t the only thing on his mind. He had been lusting for blood the moment he laid eyes on you. He could smell you as you stood in front him, not the same fruity smell as before but a tangy tasty smell. One he wanted to bite and devour.

There was no note but then you assumed that vampires don't leave notes.

You got up and getting changed for your job, you had graduated from school last year when Eddie 'died' , now you knew that Eddie was a vampire and had morphed into bat form. Looking back on your life the year he died and you realized that he was always with you. Even though bats were nocturnal, you always saw one flying about at dusk, the night of your graduation you saw one fly above you.

It must have been Eddie.

Your job was mindless and boring but it gave you some money in your pocket. You still lived with your parents, paying rent for them was not something that you enjoyed doing. You wanted to go out partying, do stupid things you regret with your youth. All your friends had disappeared after Eddie's death, so you sat at home in your parents house watching tv, reading books, you always had an interest in occult magic and religions. You had a velvet black bedding, with rich brown wooden tables and a wardrobe. Your room was scattered with candles, you had thought that you had spoken to Eddie as a ghost but now you understand that he wasn't truly dead.

When you arrived home, there was a poorly wrapped package for you on your bed. Your name was written in scruffy handwriting, curious you ripped open the package.

A piece of clothing fell out onto the floor with a note falling with it, picking them both up you felt the beautiful material of the clothing. It was a deep velvet red, a golden broch was attached to the fabric as you let it fall to the ground. It was a stunning ball gown. As you tried it on, looking at yourself in the mirror as the dress fit your body well it falling just past your shoulders. You picked up the note.

Hi Darling,

Put the beautiful dress on, I know you'll look great.

Will meet you outside yours at 10PM

I love you

Eddie

You felt like crying, he left a note and gave you a dress. You were excited to see him, taking off the dress and hanging it up in the doorway, admiring it in awe with a big smile on your face. It was a masterpiece, it smelt like it had experienced a great deal of lives.

As you slowly began preparing yourself for the evening, taking a nap, a bath and relaxing before the excitement.

As the clock ticked 9:30PM, you were sat in your room at your dressing table. Your parents had already gone to sleep so the house was still as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing deep and dark makeup with red lipstick that matched your dress. You had a black lace shawl that was lying on your bed, your heels were small and black with golden jewellery that matched the golden broch that you were playing with in the mirror.

You felt nervous, time was going slowly as you continued to get ready. Unsure if you suited the dress, sighing you walked downstairs into your kitchen. Searching through the wine cabinet until you found an opened bottle of red wine.

This alcohol might ease your nerves or pass the time.

After drinking three full glasses of wine, you began to feel it rush to your head. Laughing to yourself quietly with the glass in your hand. Placing the glass in the sink, you took one more swig before placing it back where you found it.

The grand clock in your hallway, donged loudly as it was 9:55PM.

Eddie would be here very soon, rushing upstairs trying not to make yourself dizzy. Grabbing the rest of your belongings and slowly walked downstairs. You reapplied your lipstick once more in the mirror as you heard a soft knock on the front door. You stomach was doing summersaults as you slowly walked towards the door. his silhouette was dimly lit by the two lights outside your door.

There was a black car parked outside, shutting the door behind you not notice that Eddie was leaning against the car. He was not wearing his usual black jeans and band tee. He looked amazing.

He was wearing a matching red velvet suit, with a white/cream blouse underneath his trousers matched the soft velvet suit. He was wearing dark silver rings, one of them was a red ruby encrusted inside. Chipped black nail varnish had stained his fingernails, his hair was long and curly falling down across his face. Black eyeliner hid the dark circles around his eyes.

As he smiled at you, you could see the fangs of his teeth. He was admiring you in the dress he bought you.

You were curious how he managed to pay for everything, the dress, the car but not wanting to ask to seem rude. He never seemed to have much money when he was alive.

Looking back at you as he opened the passenger door and lightly smacking your behind as you bent down climbing into the seat. Gasping at him in shock, a smirk was fixed to his face.

Sitting next to you in the drivers seat, he sped out of your house estate. You were moving along to his music that was filling up the car.

''Babe, we'll be stopping to pick up a few friends of mine. Is that okay?''

Friends? The only people you knew who Eddie would consider his friends would be the Hellfire club but they separated after Eddie died.

You didn't question it and nodded at him smiling lightly. His hand was lazily holding the steering wheel and his other hand was squeezing your thigh.

Pulling up outside a dark but big house on the corner of a road you didn't know too well. You saw some shadows appearing out of the front door and into the night, it was quiet until they opened the door and climbed in the back.

A tall woman with long black hair and a beautiful velvet dress sat next to a smaller man in a navy blue velvet suit who had short deep brown hair. They said their greetings before Eddie introduced you to them.

Gwen and Owen.

You turned and smiled at them both, your eyes met Gwen's who smiled at you. You noticed something familiar about them as she winked at you.

She had fangs

And her eyes were fixated on you for the whole drive, you felt that they could burn through the car.

She was beautiful, her bright eyes filled your mind. Making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

Thankfully you arrived at the destination quickly, once Eddie stopped everyone got out rather hastily and disappeared right in front of you.

Shocked you took out Eddie’s extended arm and walked to the front door, he knocked loudly three times before the door opened. Standing in front of you, were vampires.

A whole house full of them, the man who opened the door winked at Eddie but scowled at you. Making you feel uncomfortable.

You clutched onto Eddie’s arm as he directed them through the crowds of people who were jumping up to greet him. You were confused as how Eddie had gained such a big reputation when he had only been dead a year until he walked up to someone who recognized.

Wayne Munson

“You remember my Uncle don’t you darling?”

Turning to you with a smile gleaming on his face, his eyes were slightly twinkling or so you thought.

You nodded politely and extended out your hand, he politely kissed the top of your hand making you blush as you felt his fangs lightly graze your skin. Pulling your hand back in fright, looking alarmingly at Eddie who laughed.

“If anyone is going to bite her, it’s going to be me. Hands off”

You smiled wearily at his response as he rotated you around the room some more, not stopping to chat this time. Making your way into the kitchen, which was completely black and big shutters covering the windows.

On the kitchen counter, there were glasses filled to the brim of what looked like red wine but you were unsure as the top of the glass touched your lips and you swallowed some of the liquid.

It tasted like blood

Your heart was racing as you took another sip, Eddie was looking at you excitedly. Placing the glass onto the table in front of you and turned towards Eddie who looked like tongue who drop out of his mouth.

“What Eddie?”

You felt yourself smirking at him as he edged himself closer to you, you could feel his breath on your skin. Shuddering as his hands touched your exposed skin, you were both in similar clothes. You liked it. Everyone knew he was yours.

His lips kissed your neck, your felt his fangs run across your skin. That feeling of excitement but nervous cursed through your body, your eyes were tightly closed. Biting the bullet, you whispered to him.

“Bite me”

His head lifted up quickly, scanning your face for answers before kissing you hard on your red lips which were lightly coated in blood.

“Only if you’re sure, I won’t pierce the skin”

His head fell into your neck once more, his fangs touched your skin and you felt them dig into your skin causing you to gasp and moan at the sensation. Tipping your head back in ecstasy as he bite harder into your skin, he removed his fangs from your skin and sucked any surfacing blood making you moan further as he sucked on your skin.

“God I want you”

“Well let’s go upstairs to my room then”

“Your room?”

You pushed him off you, looking intently into his eyes. He lives here?

“I mean you didn’t think I always lived in that trailer did you? My Uncle has been saving a room for me until it was time”

“Wayne- is- a- vampire?”

Eddie chuckled, watching as you stuttered on your words. He took your hand in his, grabbing the wine glass on the table and drank it all before leading towards his bedroom.

Still in shock, as you walked up the grand staircase. Looking at all the familiar photos on the wall, you wondered where they were. If they were realitives of Eddie’s.

“Who are all these people then Eddie”

You pointed to some of the paintings making him stop in the middle of the dark navy velvet carpet that ran up the wooden stairs. There was a grand chandelier hanging in the entrance hall that you had missed when you arrived.

“Well they are my relatives, ones that weren’t successful vampires and ones who were killed by vampires. That woman there, is my mother”

He pointed to a beautiful woman, who was in a dress that matched the one you were wearing. Her hair was wavy and brown, similar to Eddie’s. Looking closer at the painting, you noticed that you were wearing her dress and it sent shivers down your spine.

He put his hand out for you to take, as he led you up the stairs. It was beautiful, the landing was big filled with soft velvet ottomans, a few tables which held candles. It was dark but dimly lit. There were many dark doors leading to different rooms, all that intrigued you even more. Making you want to explore further.

Eddie left you towards the left of the landing, towards a darker corridor. You squeezed on his hand tightly following softly behind him until he reached a door at the end of the corridor. Turning to face you before pushing open the door.

The room was big and dark, with dark wall features and thick curtains blocking light from the window. In the centre of the room stood a dark brown four poster bed with deep purple curtains hiding the mattress and pillows. Your eyes focused on a wooden box to the right of the bed, it was a dark brown with wooden carvings delicately placed around the box.

It was Eddie’s.

The one you saw at the funeral. The one you saw him in. Though now you really weren’t sure who you saw in that box as you turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie was sat at deep mahogany desk, which had small matching boxes and a ring holder where some of his older rings hung. There were papers scattered across the desk, he routed around in one of the draws and pulled his metal box. The one he used for selling drugs when he was alive.

He looked at you once more, all the blood had been drained from your face. You looked so pale, he invited you to sit down on the purple ottoman that was placed at the bottom of the bed between his chair and you.

“Are you okay”

He spoke into the silence, the only noise was the rustling of the paper between his fingers and faint vibrations from the music downstairs.

“Yes, I’m alright. I just didn’t expect to see your coffin… it brought up a lot of memories for me”

“Yes, that makes sense. But it’s okay, I’m here now”

He placed the rolled blunt on the table and reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly before tidying away his things back into the metal box.

He stood up, taking your hand and guiding you around towards the bed. Opening the curtain so you could climb onto it, it was soft and bouncy as you collapsed onto it.

He lit the blunt with a candle that was flickering next to him, and inhaling it before climbing inside the secluded bed where you were lay. You managed to keep it lit between you both for a while, occasionally needing to reach out of the bed to lit it again.

You were high and giddy, he looked so irresistible as you rested your head on his shoulder. Not taking your eyes off him for a moment. He kissed you as he inhaled some of the smoke, exhaling it back into your mouth. As you took a breath, the remainder of the smoke fell out of your mouth.

You felt exhilarating as you climb on top of him, straddling him between your legs and gripped onto his face and kissed him hard. Grinding against him, you could feel him getting harder in his suit pants, still holding the blunt as he moaned into your mouth. The friction between you two was making you wetter with every motion, you moved one of his hands down towards your thighs and gasping as you felt his cold fingers rub your clit.

“Bite me Eddie”

You mumbled into his mouth, he dropped the unlit blunt onto the bed and buried his face into your neck. Lightly nibbling on your neck as he rubbed your clit quickly, listening to your moan loudly on his lap.

His bites were getting harder and harder as he felt you getting wetter with every tongue, sliding his hand further down your pussy and he began playing with your opening. Until he inserted a finger inside you, loving the gasping noises as he finger fucked you. The noises of your wet pussy excited him as he bite you harder making you wince with the pain.

He slid another finger inside you, arching his fingers upstairs and watching as you moaned with excitement. He gripped onto your back and picked you up, placing you on your back with his fingers still deeply inside of you. He moved his face towards your clit and sucked on it hungrily, moaning loudly as you got rode his face.

“Holy shit Eddie, I think you’re going to make me cum”

Your body began shaking furiously as you let yourself go into your orgasm, moaning loudly as his spare hand gripped onto deeply into your thighs leaving marks.

You came hard on his face, he didn’t stop until you screamed for him to stop. He smirked and kissed you, still with your juices coated on his face. You pulled his suit trousers off, he has already undone the belt which was loosely dangling by his sides. His trousers dropped along with his boxers, you stroked him softly listening to him moan before guiding him inside you.

You both moaned loudly as your pussy gripped tightly onto his dick, you knew that you felt good as his eyes rolled back. Deeply thrusting inside you, each stroke you felt his dick twitch. You knew that he wouldn’t last long, you were hoping that he hadn’t slept with anyone since you.

Thrusting your hips beneath him whimpering loudly as your body tingled. His hands were tightly gripping onto your throat, your noises were muffled. Your eyes filled up with water as his dick stroked hard deep inside you, you tightened your pussy causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck, keep doing that you naughty girl. You’re going to make me cum in you”

You smirked, moving your hips quicker and wrapping your legs tightly around his back.

“Fuck”

He whispered, your hands were tugging on his hair as he moved quicker now. The bed was creaking loudly, you were gasping for air as his dick tensed inside you. You tightened your grip around his back and kept your pussy tight around his dick.

“I’m going to cum”

He came hard inside you, fucking his cum deeper in you. Peering his head in attempt to see if his cum was seeping out of your pussy, his eyes were dark and filled with lust as he squeezed your neck once more before releasing his grip allowing you to breathe.

As he softly slid out of you, he kissed down your body. Nibbling you lightly causing you to gasp, he moved up your body and dug his fangs deeper into your neck making you squeal.

Your skin grew redder with each bite, blood began dripping out the small holes in your neck. Your eyes met as he noticed the blood, they were dark and cloudy full of excitement. You couldn’t stop him as he leaped onto your neck and sucked the blood hungrily, you felt yourself grow woozier with every suck.

Noticing this, Eddie stopped. Looking over you with concern and rushed out of the room. He came back in seconds later with what appeared to water and some type of food.

“Here, have this. I don’t want you to loose your strength as the night has only just started. We have non vampire guests like you, so we have to keep food don’t we”

He was excited, speaking quickly and peering over you with slight concern.

“You know I’d never hurt you right? I got too excited and I’m sorry about that baby. I love you”

You smiled weakly and ate the food that Eddie kindly had brought up for you. After a while, you began to regain strength and you began to see Eddie’s face more clearly.

“Shall we go downstairs? There is more food there… and no one else with touch, I promise”

You got up from the bed with Eddie’s help, your legs still wobbly as he reached over and placed the crumpled up blunt in his pocket and took your arm in his.

The party was still alive and well, they clearly weren’t missed as they made their way downstairs. Wayne was sucking on the neck of some beautiful blonde haired woman, to distracted to notice you and Eddie wading through the crowds towards the food table.

You grabbed everything within sight and Eddie led you out of the main living room/ballroom area into a quiet corridor until you reached a deep red double door.

Inside was a dark but smaller ballroom, the noise from the party was quieter here. The great front window was covered by a thick velvet curtain, Eddie went around the room lightly some of the candles on the stands so that you both could see better.

The floor was a checkered floor with marble and black tiles, on the left hand side of the room there was a big mirror with a beautiful golden frame reflecting the room.

You sat on one of the chairs to the side of the room, watching Eddie as you tucked into the food on your plate. He had filled up the water in your glass beside you and as you ate you began to feel better. You no longer felt dizzy and weak as you walked towards Eddie.

“Can I have dance sir?”

Eddie spun round smirking at you, he had lit the fire and was pouring heat into the room as he took your hand. He had started up the ancient phonograph which livened up the room.

“Yes, I would love to dance with you”

He held you close as your bodies moved naturally together, just focusing on each other. Your eyes didn’t move off each other, you felt alive as you moved through the room.

You had never properly danced before, as Eddie led you through the ballroom. You felt as if you were dancing with a professional, he didn’t trip or fall and stared right at you as you moved.

You didn’t want the moment to end.

As you got closer to the mirror that was reflecting the room in front of you, he tipped you down in front of it. You stared at your reflection in it and saw that it looked as if you were dancing alone as Eddie’s hand were tightly on your waist and hands.

He finished dancing to the music as the image of you dancing alone floated throughout your mind.

He had no reflection.

He was very much was a vampire and you were madly in love with him.

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[prxttysin]

I had the idea to write this because of this, just imagine Vampire Eddie. Trying so hard to keep himself under control when your on your period. Trying to keep his distance because he doesn’t know if he can be around you without wanting to spread you out all pretty on his bed and go down on you for hours reveling in the taste of you and your blood, he’d go completely feral unable to stop even when your so blissed out from his tongue you can barley speak or think, his mouth and chin dripping with your blood and juices when he’s done with you. And he doesn’t even bother to wipe his mouth off after he just cleans his mouth up with his tongue and whatever he can’t reach he wipes off with his fingers and sucks his fingers clean while keeping his eyes locked on yours. All week would be all about you, just Eddie constantly wanting to go down on you just to taste both of his favorite things. Blood and you.

(And let’s say if you don’t mind the taste of blood, Eddie would gladly fuck you until you saw stars, just to watch you clean it off his dick later. Watching you enjoy the taste of blood just like he does makes his dick hard all over again.)

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Ohemgee I love how you write fanfics!! And if you take requests, could you please write a ( sorry I'm kinda horny for munsen ) NSFW Vampire!Eddie munsen x Fem!reader ?? ( Just to quench our horny Eddie thoughts please, tho you don't have to💖 and if you do decide to write this vampire Eddie and reader fic please take your time there is no rush💖💖 @cxrps-doodles-shit

Thank you so much!!! And don’t apologise, on this blog we are all horny for munson🙏🏻 so I absolutely love this prompt and had to write it. I am part of the Eddie's death deniers club so I love all the vampire Eddie theories and not to get excited but they actually seem plausible? I pray they do it but if not this is my fixit vamp!Eddie fic because this is what we deserve!!!

warnings: angst and smut, with details of blood and blood drinking obvs

You hadn't truly known love until you'd met Eddie. You became friends with him years ago now, the two inseparable outcasts who didn’t want to be held down by conformity. People always joked you were dating back then considering how close you were, but it was always something you both laughed off, too afraid to confront it and risk losing the other. Things changed on the day of your graduation, Eddie hadn’t passed and a darkness had fallen over you both. It meant the two of you being separated for the first time in years and neither of you were coping with the thought well. Eddie couldn’t stand that things were going to change and decided while you were smoking in the back of his van after the ceremony, talking about what would become of your lives, that he had to finally tell you how he felt. And the rest was history. Come two years later, your relationship is stronger than ever and Eddie was on his third go of senior year. He’d half assed it the year before, he could admit that to himself. But this time was different, this time he was determined to pass. He’d reiterated the same news to you that he’d told the boys earlier that day, that 86’ was going to finally be his year. And you’d beamed at him and kissed him all over, gushing your support and belief in him. More so than just graduating, Eddie wanted to get out of school and start his life with you properly. Actually get a place he could call his own with you. Little did either of you know that everything would change that night, and what the next few days would hold.

The foreshadowing had always been there, hiding in plain sight if you’d have known to look for it. But of course you hadn’t, it wasn’t something you would have known how to even comprehend at the time. This is what you tell yourself as you rock yourself back and forth on your knees, chest wracked by your anguished sobs, the voices around you muffled as hands try to drag you up from the floor to stand. You numb yourself and think back to just a couple of hours earlier, when everything was still okay. You think of the field you were all sat in as you prepared for the battle. 

Eddie had been sat with you putting together his shield, his tongue cutely poking out between his lips as he fixed the last nail to the lid. He lifts it up towards you excitedly, eyes glinting as he shows you the finished product. 

"Check it out baby!" He says, swinging the shield around in the air as he tests its usability. 

"How's she feeling?" You ask with a chuckle while Eddie parades around the grass, seemingly very impressed with his new weapon. He turns to you with a wide grin, thrusting the shield high into the air.

"Light, but durable. Deadly, but reliable. I think I like her" He says with a chuckle of his own, placing it down on the floor as he comes to sit next to you and place a gentle hand on your thigh. He can tell you're being withdrawn, mind plagued with worry about what was to come later. "Whatever happens tonight, remember I love you with all of my heart" Eddie tells you softly, reaching a hand up to cup your face that you turn away from with furrowed brows.

"Stop, Eddie. I don't want you talking like that, like something's going to happen" You say in a shaky whisper, tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you look at your boyfriend pleadingly. "I hate this plan" you say quieter, looking down to the floor sorrowfully as you kick some dirt beneath your feet. 

"It's all going to be okay, I promise you. I'll lure the bats over and then get straight out of there, just like we all planned" He assures you, a sadness in his tone as he cradled your face in his chest gently while you cry against him. "I promise baby, I’m always going to be here with you. It's all going to be okay" he whispers, stroking your hair as you bury your face further into him, taking in his scent and his warmth. Your grip on him is tight and it fills him with a small sense of comfort, as being in your arms always does. Eddie was scared too, terrified in fact to have to play bait to these monsters, and terrified for you to be going with the others to attack Vecna. All of the anticipation of what was to come left a metallic taste of fear and discomfort in his mouth, that he tries to swallow down into his heavy anxiety ridden chest. You pull away to look at Eddie, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as he throws you a loving smile, cupping your cheeks gently with his palms.

“I love you Eddie” You say softly, a small smile gracing your beautiful features that makes Eddie’s heart melt. He smiles even wider at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap while you giggle at his actions.

“I love you too, so much” He responds gently, pressing his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes adoringly. “We’re gunna get this done, save Hawkins, and then we are going to go start our life together” He tells you happily, the widest grin on his gorgeous features as his thumb grazes your cheek. You smile at him adoringly and pull him down into a soft kiss, both losing yourselves and forgetting the situation for just a moment as you melt into the kiss, until you hear Dustin making gagging noises from across the field. 

“Hey, who you making noises at squirt” Eddie says with a chuckle as he pulls away from you, jumping up in a running attack at Dustin. You laugh and shake your head as the boys play fight, smiling to yourself at how playful and energetic Eddie always was. You’re so glad to see this connection he’d formed with Dustin, Eddie wasn’t like this with a lot of people so it thrilled you to see him open himself up like this. As you watch him a sense of calm washes over you, no matter what had happened these past few days, this was still the reality you knew and nothing could change this. Nothing, you tell yourself with a nervous shudder.

It was all supposed to be okay. You’d all destroyed Vecna’s body as planned and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve were making your way out of the house in relief that it was over. All you wanted was to get back to Eddie and get the hell out of here. Hawkins probably wasn’t an option anymore what with the murder allegations, but you and Eddie would run as far away as you could and start a life somewhere new, together. As long as you were with him, anywhere is home. The four of you were about to celebrate as you walked out of the house, until the ground began to quake violently beneath your feet, the grandfather clock in the house chiming loudly. Your gut twisted in dread as the four of you looked at each other in fear, walking back into the house carefully to inspect the clock. One word from Nancy and you all realised what this meant in horror, and promptly ran out of the house to get back to Dustin and Eddie at the gate. Steve being the fastest had sped off in front of you, and practically knocked down the trailer door trying to get in. You pant as you try and catch your breath, coming to a slow jog as you reach the trailer yourself. You burst into the house and look round to find Eddie and run straight to his arms for a hug, but strangely he isn’t in here with Dustin. Your stomach turns as you look at the two boys in front of you, Steve wide eyed and looking devastated, hugging Dustin with a comforting stroke on his back. You notice Dustin is crying profusely, his brows furrowed sadly as his eyes meet yours.

“No” You say just above a whisper, shaking your head in disbelief as your heart drops into your stomach. “Where is he?” You ask shakily as you clench your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pure fear washing over you. Dustin cries harder and shakes his head, managing to croak out an ‘I’m so sorry’ between his cries. “Dustin, where is he?!” You ask louder, voice breaking as your eyes widen and fill with tears that threaten to slip down your face. Dustin shakily raises his hand to point to the door, and you waste no time in running out of the house, as everyone calls out your name and tells you not to go back out there. You look around frantically once you’re out of the house, the tears blurring your vision as you try and see Eddie. You can’t believe it, it can’t be true, you have to find him now and bring him home. You shake and sob in fear as you run down the road desperately calling his name, Steve emerging from the house behind you to try and run after you. And that’s when you saw him. You couldn’t have been sure from a distance, all you saw was a protrusion on the ground, but as you got closer you could make out his clothes. You can also see how much blood is on them as you begin to cry harder, feeling sick to your stomach with terror. You begin to sob his name louder as you run as fast as your legs can take you, feet burning when you finally reach his side and fall to your knees on the floor. 

“Eddie, baby” You sob out to him, shaking his shoulders while his head shakes slacken. “Eddie please it’s me” You cry, cupping his cheeks and choking out more sobs as your hands are met with his cold, damp skin. You wail loudly, body hunched over his as you cry in your despair, rocking Eddie back and forth on your lap. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder behind you and vaguely hear some mumbled sorrowful words but it does nothing to comfort you while your world is being torn apart. Your soulmate, your best friend and the entire life you had envisioned together ripped out of your grasp so cruelly as this. You’re covered in his blood now but you couldn’t fucking care less, you keep a desperate grip on him while you look into his cold, vacant eyes.

“Eddie please, you can’t leave me you promised” You sob, shaking him some more in your despair. “Please, please, please you can’t” you cry, getting more frantic with your actions and words. Steve is muttering something to you about having to go before everything crumbles around you guys, before you can’t use the gate anymore, but you ignore him as you keep your face in Eddies chest, rocking with him. When you ignore him again he tries to pull you up, to which you shriek in response and hold onto Eddie harder as the tears flood from your eyes. “Let me stay here with him” you tell Steve, voice broken and devoid of any desire, but as the quakes get worse Steve only sighs sadly and begins to pick you up much to your protest, screaming and kicking and smacking your hands against him as he tries to steady you and pull you away. The others have apparently come to help too, Robin grabbing onto you as they mutter about how the gate is starting to split and you all need to leave now. “No! No please we can’t leave him here! I can’t leave him” You sob in protest, voice harsh and wrecked from your crying and screaming. You feel as though you’re about to be sick as they keep dragging you away, Eddie left there on the ground all by himself. “Please we can’t leave him, please. I can’t leave him here” You tell them over and over frantically as they pull you away, the anxiety of being separated from him filling your chest, getting you in a chokehold as you cry and scream. “Let me stay with him, I’m begging you. My place is by his side, always, in life or death. Let me be with him” You ask, broken and trembling as they continue to pull you away from him. Your place is by Eddies side and if he isn’t here anymore, you shouldn’t be either.

“I’m so, so sorry for what you’re going through but we can’t take him back, it’s too risky. If anyone found his body there is no way to explain all of the bites. And we’re certainly not leaving you here to die” Steve tells you sadly, clearly torn up from watching how distraught you are but focused on getting the four of you out of here before the upside down literally collapsed around you. Once Eddie was out of your sight everything else was a blur, you don’t know how you got out of there, don’t know how you ended up home. You’d just cried until you puked and passed out, waking up in your bed the next morning and sobbing once more as you remember what had happened the night before. This was how you were for the last week, you hadn’t left your bed, you hadn’t gotten up to do anything. The others had come to check on you occasionally, make sure you were eating and looking after yourself. But you were just numb, completely devoid of any emotion but the existential sadness of your loss. Wayne had come to see you as well after his talk with Dustin, bringing you the most comfort anyone had yet as he cried with you, reminisced on some of your favourite memories of Eddie together. He felt this profound loss too, and that was something the two of you could only relate to together. 

“That kid, Dustin, he gave this to me but I think its a better fit you have it. Eddie definitely would have wanted you to.” Wayne tells you gently as he carefully pulls Eddie’s necklace out of his pocket and delicately puts it in your open palm, causing the tears to flood from your eyes all over again. Wayne gives you a sad smile and hugs you as you bawl your eyes out, thanking him for thinking to give it to you. 

The guests came and went for a while, you weren’t keeping track of how much time was passing. You were just in a perpetual state of nothingness, either completely disheveled and sobbing your eyes out thinking about Eddie or sitting there numb and emotionless, wishing you could only join him. It was a cold night about 2 or 3 weeks after the incident, you couldn’t sleep as per usual and had sparked up a joint in an attempt to numb your mind. You were sat by your open window as you smoked, the air bellowing in and causing a draft that creaked your door open and shut of its own accord. The rhythmic sound of it was almost peaceful to your near catatonic mind, anything to distract you from the ever-present thoughts. You were mindlessly blowing out of the window, basking in the breeze against your tear stricken face, when you heard a creak from deeper within the house. You turn to look at the door, which was still creaking as you’d last heard it, brows furrowed as you tried to listen for the noise again. Must just be the draft creeping into other areas of the house. A minute or so passes, and then you hear another louder creak, one that you realise almost sounds like a footstep against the floorboards of the stairs. Then another one, and then another until it sound as though it stops at the top of the stairs, just a few feet away from your door. Your blood runs cold as you try and listen out for the faint noise, skin prickling in fear as you hold your breath and wait for the sound. But all you hear now is the creaking of your own door as you had all night, and after a couple of minutes pass with no other noises, you let out your breath and relax a little bit more again. It’s quite fitting really that you’re losing your mind, you think to yourself. You take another drag of your joint and blow it mindlessly out of the window, palm resting on your cheek as you over the night sky, brightened by stars. The nights are always the most peaceful to you, when everyone is asleep and you can’t see the true extent of the damage upon Hawkins. It's a constant reminder of what happened, and that you can’t even tell anyone about it. You sigh into the silence of your room, feeling the tears prickling at your sore eyes again until you replay what you’d just said to yourself in your head. The silence of your room. There was no sound anymore, despite the fact you hadn’t shut the window so your door should still be creaking. You swallow nervously, breathing in sharply through your nose as you slowly turn to look at the door, which you notice in fear was now wide open. You almost want to call out into the silence, but decide against it, telling yourself bitterly that if someone has come to kill the ‘murderer, cult leaders’ girlfriend you would happily let them. 

“That’s not the kind of attitude I expect from my girl” Comes a deep voice from the darkness, a voice that you couldn’t mistake for anybody else. You scream and your eyes shoot to where the sound came from, a darkened corner of your room, where you see a silhouette leaning precariously against the wall. 

“Eddie?” You ask in absolute disbelief, your voice only a whisper as you try and make out his face in the darkness. Is this, is this some kind of cruel joke? Or some kind of upside down magic shit? Whatever it is, the figure shuffles nervously, fiddling with his fingers just like Eddie always did when he was nervous.

“It’s me baby. B-but I need you to know something before you see me” He says carefully, holding his hands up to keep you from coming closer to him as you furrow your brows in confusion at him. 

“How?” Is all you can manage to whisper out to him, bewildered as to how you could have seen his literal body, felt his lack of pulse yet have him standing here before you.

“Well, I… I remember I had tried to keep the bats away from the gate, lured them off on my bike but there was too many of them. They got me, and Dustin held me while I…” He trails off, voice choked as he tries to find the words. “I woke up in the upside down, after everything had happened. You were all gone, a-and I was so confused. But mostly I was… thirsty” he says to you, unsure of how to even explain it himself, fear in his voice as he continues. “That was when I noticed the fangs. I guess it was from the bites, they do say in legend that being bitten by a bat is… how you turn” He says quietly, swallowing as he looks at you nervously for your response. You say nothing, you just reach a silent hand out to the darkness, brows furrowed and eyes full of love, pleading with him to come out and show you it was really him.

He takes a step forward, and standing there before you, illuminated like an angel in the moonlight, is Eddie. Your Eddie. You fall forward onto your knees as you begin to sob again, looking up in awe that it was really him. Eddie dashes towards you and picks you up in his strong arms, hugging you close as you sob and sob in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you” you manage to say between your sobs, smiling for the first time in weeks as he presses his forehead against yours gently. You notice his red eyes with wonder, pulling back just a little to cup your face and stare into them intently. They are so beautiful, still the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. Then you gently place your thumb on his lips as you admire the sharp fanged teeth that are now on either side of his mouth in awe. Eddie seems embarrassed, ashamed almost, wanting to shrink away from your touch.

“I- I know this is probably very weird for you, and I understand if this is something you need to get used to-“ You shut Eddie up by slamming your lips against his, heart full once again as you kiss your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face. 

“Eddie, I love you with all my heart and there is nothing in this world that could change the way I feel about you. You look as gorgeous as the day we met.” You tell him assuredly, the sincerity in your eyes filling Eddies heart with joy and love. “Plus you know how much I love Lost Boys, I’ve always found vampires sexy.” You tell him playfully, making the gorgeous boy laugh back at you and brandish those gorgeous fangs your way. You bite your lip as Eddie’s eyes dart to your neck, a hunger in his eyes as they run over your delicate, succulent skin. Suddenly his knees are buckling under him, the smell of you and the sight of your neck consuming his senses too strongly as he struggles to keep himself calm. You help him up, his arm around your shoulder as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“You said you woke up thirsty right? Have you, have you drank any blood yet?” You ask him in concern, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of uttering those words. Eddie shakes his head solemnly, looking up at you with a desperation in his eyes. 

“You need to drink some, this must be why you’re feeling so weak right now” You say seriously, his eyes widening as you take your hair and tuck it behind your ear, brandishing your neck to him. Eddie wants to protest, but the fucking smell of you has been driving him crazy since he crept into your house. Your blood smelt so sweet, sweeter than anything he could ever imagine, and this ravenous, gut wrenching hunger he felt needed to be sated. 

“But what if I hurt you” He whispers in fear, the last thing he’d ever want would be to accidentally drink too much and risk harming you. You look into his eyes deeply and cup his cheek, assuring him that you know he would never, ever hurt you. That he is in control of this, not the other way around. 

“I want you to bite me, Eddie” You tell him in a sultry whisper, and Eddie can’t hold it in anymore. He leans over you, grabbing your waist and gently leaning you back while he slowly sinks his teeth into your neck, earning a breathy gasp and a moan from you. The taste of you was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced in his life, and the intimacy of being so close to you like this, drinking from you, drove Eddie crazy. You mewled as he gently sucked your blood, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on your body tightens. It hurt, but in very sensual way and there was a pleasant feeling that came from the pain. Eddie was truly a man starved, drinking from you as though you were the last thing he would ever taste. You tasted like the fountain of youth, like the sweet ambrosia of the gods, every delicacy written in legend couldn’t match the taste of you. Eddie pulls away panting, eyes burning into yours as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, clearly getting aroused by his ministrations. He looked so fucking hot with your blood on his lips and teeth that you wanted him to completely ravish you, mark you as his. 

“You taste divine” He says in a strained voice, licking the blood from his lips as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie is quickly pushing you on your back and crawling over you, tongue lapping at the bite mark his teeth had left on you as he savours your taste. He groans loudly as his teeth skim your neck, and then your throat and collarbones as he makes his way down your body, resisting the urge to bite your perfect skin. 

“Please Eddie, I need you” you moan out breathlessly as he teases your body, his hands toying with your panties under your nightdress. 

“Tell me what you need angel” He says in a low voice, wanting to hear you beg him more. You moan in frustration and wiggle your hips, trying to get his hand lower. 

“Please, I need you to fuck me” You manage to mewl out, throwing him pleading doe eyes.

He growls loudly in response and obliges, easily ripping the nightdress off of your body and earning a gasp from you. He grunts as his eyes skim your body, writhing and perfect beneath him. Eddie feels nervous as he goes to pull his shirt off, to expose all of his scars to you for fear of you not finding him attractive anymore. But you wordlessly begin to kiss his scars softly, letting you know exactly what you felt and warming what little heart he had left beating in his body. He pants as he takes his pants off, his straining cock finally bouncing free of its constraints. He ducks between your legs, his teeth meeting the soft cotton of your panties as he pulls them down your legs, his fangs teasingly ghosting over your skin. Your cheeks burn at the sensuality of the sensation, the excitement that roils in your belly as you think about him biting you again. Eddie is quick to position himself between your legs, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and moaning as his tip brushing your wet folds. Eddie looks as though he’s in heaven as he pushes his cock up against your tight heat, hissing through his teeth as he slowly slides into you.

“So tight” He groans as he bottoms out in you, biting his lips as he draws back his hips and slams back into you roughly. You moan at this, obsessed as ever with the feeling of his thick cock filling you up. You dig your nails into his back and throw your head back with a loud moan as he begins to fuck you hard, grunting at the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Your pussy feels so perfect wrapped around my dick princess” He groans, eyes feral as he looks down at you “Made just for me wasn’t it baby?” He coos, keeping up his punishing pace as you can only whimper and moan in response. “Tell me baby” He demands in a low voice by your ear, making you shiver in pleasure.

“It was made for you Eddie. Only you” You moan out as he growls at your words and picks up the pace.

You’re completely lost in the pleasure, cockdrunk already as he keeps pounding you and whispering filthy nothings into your ear. His lips find your neck again, breathing heavily against your skin as he sinks his fangs into the other side with a long groan. Getting to both fuck you, feel your tight cunt clenching around him while he sinks his teeth into your neck is too much for Eddie. It pushes him over the edge, his hips snapping harder and more frantically into you as he drinks your sweet blood. The sensation of both prove too much for you as well, and you choke out his name as you cum around his cock, walls pulsing around him and pulling a strangled growl from his lips. He pulls away from your neck, careful not to lose himself and drink too much, as he fucks you animalistically through your orgasm. 

“I’m gunna fill you up baby, are you ready?” He growls, eyes glowing as you nod and whimper, a tear slipping down your face from the sheer pleasure of his dick. Eddie laps at your neck as his hips stutter against yours, moaning loudly into your neck as he pushes deep inside you and spills his seed into your tight walls. His eyes squeeze shut from the intensity of his orgasm, pure pleasure washing over him as he thrusts slowly into your tight heat, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of spilling into you. Eddie pants as he rides out his orgasm, pulling out of you with a grunt before rolling onto his back and pulling you to lay against him. “I love you so much” He says softly, running his eyes over your gorgeous features before they meet your neck and remember he bit you again in his throes of pleasure. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks in concern, running his fingertips softly over the marks. You smile at him and shake your head.

“It was really hot actually” You say with a giggle, biting your lip as his eyes flash wickedly and he smirks at you. 

“I think I’m really going to enjoy being a vampire.”

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[nyxoz]

Thoughts on Vampire Eddie? I've seen multiple fics that say his sex drive would be increased as a Vampire, considering he's up all night and shit

i’ve never really thought much on vampire eddie honestly but now that you’ve mentioned that i’m like yeah he’d wanna fuck at the most inconvenient time for you. he’d tap on your window at like 3.30am and you’d be all groggy and the sex would be slow and sweet and after he’d hold you till you fell back asleep again

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[annoyingwriter2022]

PART THREE

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Eddie survived the attack on his life but at a cost. He now has to come to terms with the fact that he's a monster.

A/N - set after the events of Season Four Volume Two.

Warning: Vulnerable Eddie, reference to death, car accidents. VERY ANGSTY.

Eddie towered over you, his eyes were darker, a great deal darker than they had been before. They were also wiser, as though he had aged greatly in the past few days. He moved closer towards you, agonizingly slowly and you subconsciously held your breath. For a moment you thought he might lean down and kiss you but his head moved past yours and paused near the crook of your neck. He inhaled for a moment and in response, you let out a shaky breath.

“Do you have any idea how much you mean to me” he said in a whisper, his voice husky and low. "What I would do if anything..." his voice trailed off as his eyes scanned your body.

Your heart was beating erratically now and Eddie smirked, as though he could sense the way his actions affected your pulse. He leaned in even closer to your neck, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin just under your hairline. He inhaled deeper this time and you shuddered as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Eddie had always made you nervous but this was something else adrenaline, attraction and excitement were mixing with another feeling, something far more primal…fear. It wasn’t the typical sensation of fear that you were well acquainted with, the way your heart skipped a beat when you spotted a spider scuttle across the floor or how your stomach would drop when publicly speaking. This was entirely different. As though you were in the clutches of a predator that you knew you couldn’t escape from. It felt like your fate lay in the palm of the metal head in front of you and he could, at any moment, end you.

Eddie’s hand came up to your jaw and tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck. The movement broke you out of your trance “E—Eddie” you stuttered, still trying to regain full control of your body. Your voice startled him, as though he too had been in a trance, he didn’t move away from you but moved his head to face the other direction. His hand had fallen from your jaw and was now clutching onto the trunk of the tree, gripping it tightly. He started to shake as he tried to steady himself, the sight disturbed you but your desire to comfort him was overwhelming.

“Eddie” you began, your hands reaching out to turn his face towards you, he shrugged you off “Please don’t” he responded, his voice shaky and broken “I don’t know—I don’t know what’s wrong with me” he continued. You took a deep breath and reached out again, you didn’t know what was going on but you knew you would keep trying to help him, no matter what happened. “I’m not going anywhere okay, I’m here Eddie, I’m here for you and I’m not leaving” you reached out again and this time he allowed you to turn his head to face yours.

As he took in your features his eyes immediately softened and he let out a relieved exhale causing you to smile back at him, grateful for the slight progression towards normality. He studied your face for a moment and furrowed his brows as he noticed a slight cut just above your eyebrow, he had missed it earlier. The graze being so close to your eyebrow had concealed it temporarily but the droplet of blood that emerged from it was starting to stain a couple of the hairs on your brow. “What is it?” You asked, his eyes were fixed on the spot and even as he spoke they remained unmoving “It’s a cut” he said matter of factly but with an unknown emotion that tainted the tone and made you shiver. His eyes flashed to yours quickly and for a moment you saw the old Eddie - the Eddie that had always and would always adore you, return. His gaze softened once more and you relaxed slightly.

“Don’t move” he commanded softly and you subtly nodded to signal your understanding. Slowly, he raised his hand, his thumb coming up to your eyebrow, gently wiping across the cut. The sensation irritated your skin and you cringed slightly from the pain. His eyes shot to yours at the movement, checking to see if he had hurt you, you understood his expression perfectly and you smiled to assure him that you were fine. Eddie’s gaze moved from your eyes back to the droplet of blood that was lightly painting the soft skin of his thumb. He hesitated for a moment before lifting it to his lips and licking it off. You watched him curiously as his eyelids shut and a strange expression took over his face.

A few moments passed before his eyes opened again, the darkness must have been messing with your perception as, for a moment, you could have sworn that his eyes had become darker, tinged with a deep crimson. You blinked a couple times to try and clear the peculiar image and smiled as they returned to the deep brown orbs you were familiar with.

Eddie seemed deep in thought as he held your glance but he was more relaxed and seemed for the time being to be more at ease with your presence.

He began to lean in closer to you, both your eyelids closing instinctively as he bridged the gap between you. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, the faint taste of iron passed from his tongue to yours and you let out a content sigh as his arms wound around your waist. He pulled you flush against him as his other hand tangled itself into your hair.

In the distance the sound of a car could be heard, the noise growing louder and louder until it appeared to stop about fifty yards away.

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[catherinemorales]

Vampire Eddie Munson x Y/n

A friend asked me what would happen if you were dating vampire Eddie on your period

(Sex, eating out, masturbation, cum, period mention, blood, sanitary tools.)

The phone rings and Eddie picked it up.

“Hello?” He said in a deep rough voice.

“Hey it’s Y/n”

“Oh are you coming over?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“What why?”

“I’m on my period.”

“A periods never stopped me before princess.”

“But you know blood”

“Hmm” he sighed.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Come over here. Let me take care of you.” Eddie says slightly begging.

“Ok I’ll be over in 5.” Y/n hung up the phone and put some pants on. She threw a sweatshirt over her small frame and left the house. She walked over to Eddie’s a very short walk and used her key.

Eddie’s new trailer which he lived alone in was cleaner and simple. She had helped him decorate and he had been begging her to live there.

“Eddie?” She called out in the darkness.

“Hey Y/n”

“I brought a movie.” She said pulling out ghostbusters.

They went to his room and he put the movie in. She laid on his bed and groaned. He sat next to her and looked at her.

“Eddie I was reading.”

“Ok.”

“They say that period sex can be beneficial for the pain. And I know your probably thirsty?”

“Are you asking for me to eat you?”

“Just help me please.”

“Ok.” Eddie kissed y/n softly and let his teeth graze against her lips. He shimmed off her pants as he licked and kissed her neck leaving hi kiss and sensitive nips all over.

“Can you leave my shirt on?”

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok princess.”

He went down to her pussy and breathed in the smell of blood. He ripped off her panties and dove in. Licking and swallowing and kissing like he was starving for her. She moaned loudly and grabbed his hair yanking on him. He kissed and nibbled and licked her walls.

“Ed’s I’m.” She felt like she couldn’t breath as he moaned against her.

She came quickly and he pulled off his shirt and pants. He pushed into her and she groaned.

“Are you ok?”

“It feels so comfortable.” Y/n says looking at him. He kisses her as he pushes in and out.

“Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside.”

“What about..”

“It’s ok I’m on my period.”

They came at the same time and he stayed inside her. They flipped over and Y/n fell asleep on top of him while he was still inside her.

Short sloppy idk didn’t have much time but needed to get the idea out.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #vampire #vampire eddie smut #vampire eddie munson #eddie smut

[gh0stbunnywriter]

Hellfire in his Veins - Vampire Eddie × Steve ♡ 🔞

Eddie’s body reacted with a shuddering moan, and Steve felt his jaw widen around his hand. He didn’t have much time to react as Eddie’s claws slid down the window, tearing the cloth at the side of his door, gripping the seat below him.

“ Fuck - Eddie, what’d I just -” Steve punctuated his words with a snap of his hips and a stroke of his fist. “ Fucking -” Again, and Eddie felt tears roll down his cheeks, pleasure burning through his whole body. “ Say .” He spilled all over Steve’s hand and the seats with an embarrassing whine, and Steve was grinning, his own hips stuttering at the way Eddie pushed back on him, claws going for a second round in his seats.

Read the rest on Ao3

Completed, 107k 🔞

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[brainwashedkitten]

I just had a dream that I’m going to try to get down before I forget

I had stayed back trying to get Jason and his crew off everyone’s trail, leading them on a wild goose chase. They assumed because I was Eddie’s gf I would lead them to him, or they could get me to tell them where he was.

This next part takes place some time after Eddie died and the town was destroyed.

I had moved away, and was walking in some downtown area around dusk, probably walking home after work.

I pass by an alley and I hear him say “hi (my name)” I stop dead in my tracks, assuming I’m imagining it, but surprised how real it sounded.

He says something else, and I look into the alley. He’s standing there. I’m sure I’m imagining him. I have to be imagining him. But I’m not. He says it looks like I’ve seen a ghost.

As I stare I feel weird, maybe I’m not breathing, idk. But then I hear him talking to me again, only his lips aren’t moving. I don’t even mean to, but I obey him, stepping into the dark, narrow, dirty alley.

He pulls me further into the alley with me, still talking, but I can’t remember what he says. He turns me around, pressing the front of my body to the wall with my ass against him. He’s grinding on my ass, feeling up my tits, licking, sucking, biting, and kissing my neck, throat, ears and face.

I can hear him in my head, and he can hear me in his. There’s someone or something else there but I can’t make it out

He fucks me against the wall, pounding and railing me until the sky is dark. Saying he missed me. Saying he’s sorry. Saying he had to hide away so we would both be safe. That it’s okay now. That things will be fine. Saying he loves me and he’s looking out for us. We can be together, that I need to trust him.

I feel strange. Everything is heightened, sensations, emotions, but I also feel calm, almost a trance like state.

We leave the alley as soon as it’s dark, quickly getting back to my place, or somewhere before I know it.

We continue fucking, and everything is so intense. The sex, the emotions, everything. We were still communicating telepathically, save for our grunts and moans.

I can’t remember or explain some of the details, but basically, vecna sent him back to help him open another gate so his reach could go beyond Hawkins. As a reward, he would let Eddie be with me, as long as Eddie could get me to help open the gate as well.

Vecna was inside Eddie’s mind a’la mind flayer style, and Eddie was getting in my mind to connect me to vecna as well (kind of like when el piggybacked with max)

Plus, the sex was super hot, and vecna was able to manipulate and experience all of our emotions and physical experiences, and was able to experience sex, love, all of the pleasures he was denied living in the lab, and being sent to the upside down.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie smut #Eddie Munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut

[spiritedkaway]

Eddie Munson is a blood drinking sinner.

Steve Harrington is a haunted youth pastor.

And something is going on in Hawkins that changes their lives, for better or for worse.

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The 9th chapter is officially up on AO3, current word count is at 43k!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40833093/chapters/102318237

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[barnes-n-nobles]

IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INNACTIVE! BBBUUTTTT

Recently I’ve been into Stranger things so I’ll be coming out with a dark!Vampire! Eddie smut. I’m like halfway done so it should be comming out soon. I’ll be branching off a bit with this as it’s not relating to the MCU but I also have a Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) dark smut in the works as well. Till then my loves :-)

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