20y/o :3 gender: idfk I got boobs if thaf makes a difference I would like to apologize. in advance I say sole weird shit not like bad weird im just autism and have a hard time with words and stuff I am rlly sorry
RANBOO: oh my god, i just yelled so hard that i hiccuped … how the hell did i do that? wait, do i hiccup when i yell too loud? ……. *yells and immediately hiccups afterwards* oh my god i do … *does it again* … *shocked* oh my god oh no, it’s happening every single time!
I had gay panic over this god I love woamans I just wanna take girls I cute dates and blabber for hours about how pretty and amazing and cool they all are
🎸 Wild Thing — The Troggs (1966) / Jimi Hendrix live at Monterey (1967) — take your pick
“You like that, Wild Thing? Want me to read it for you?” You pointed at brutal Conan the Barbarian and his warrior woman.
“Eddie… Wild Thing.”
“Yeah, that’s us, baby,” he settled next to you and turned it back to the beginning. “Against the whole world.” His fingertips brushed your cheek. Eddie’s voice dropped to the Dungeon master register: “Listen now.”
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, blood drinking, angst, unprotected sex (but you are a vampire sort of), you wear Eddie’s clothes.
WC 2300
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The knock on the trailer door was loud and insistent.
Eddie’s heart slammed against his ribs. You curled half-naked against him on the couch, your bare breasts pressed to his side, one strong thigh draped over his lap. He spent the day teaching you to talk, watching vampire movies and drinking wine with you and feeding you protein shakes that Steve agreed to deliver at the trailer door with a growl. You were a little drunk, purring new words softly in Eddie’s ear, but the sudden noise made you tense.
“One second,” Eddie called, already moving.
You made a sound of complaint as he displaced you, sitting up and your eyes sparkled faintly in the dim trailer light.
He bolted to his room and grabbed the first thing he could find — one of his old Hellfire Club shirts.
“Okay,” Eddie whispered, “I need you to put this on.”
You stared at him.
“Arms. Through here.” He held it open, demonstrated with his own arms. “Like this.”
You tilted your head. “Eddie—”
“I know,” he said. “I’ll explain later.”
You let him put the shirt on. Eddie thought for the first time that you looked almost human like this.
The demobats shifted overhead, agitated. One dropped lower, circling. You made a short sharp sound at it and the demobat pulled back.
The knock came again. Then Dustin’s voice: “Eddie. Eddie, we know you’re in there, your van is literally right outside—”
“Just don’t hiss at them. Okay? They’re — friends is a strong word but they’re not food.” Eddie took a deep breath and opened the door just enough to block the view inside.
Steve, Robin, Nancy and Dustin stood on the rickety porch.
“Dude, we’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Steve said. “The plan’s moving up, Max’s life is at stake. We need you for the distraction tomorrow.”
“Just… don’t make any sudden moves.” Eddie warned them, stepping aside to let them in.
Robin peered past Eddie’s shoulder. “Is that… her?”
Before Eddie could answer, Dustin pushed forward. “Let us in! We brought supplies and— whoa.”
The moment the door opened wider, you rose from the couch. A low, warning hiss escaped your throat as four new humans entered your space. Your body tensed, muscles rippling, the air around you shimmering faintly as bat-like shadows flickered at the edges of your form on the verge of dissolving back into the swarm.
Robin’s eyes widened. Dustin took a half-step back.
“The situation?” Steve said, hands up. “We’re not here to hurt you.”
You hissed louder, claws flexing, the instinct to protect Eddie and yourself warred with the wine still buzzing in your veins. Shadows swirled faster around you.
Eddie moved quickly, stepping between you and them. “Wild Thing, hey— look at me.”
He cupped your face with both hands, forcing your glowing eyes to meet his. His voice dropped into that familiar soothing tone, low and steady, the one he used when calming you the first time.
“Easy… easy, baby. These are friends. Safe. Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy — friends. They’re helping us. No hurt. No Vecna. Safe with Eddie.”
You trembled, a confused, wary trill vibrating in your throat. Your claws dug lightly into his wrists, but he didn’t pull away. The shadows around you slowed, then began to settle as his calm voice cut through.
“That’s it,” Eddie murmured, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Good girl. Breathe with me. Or… whatever you do.”
You leaned into his touch, the hiss fading into a softer, uncertain purr. The bat-like shadows dissipated completely. Your glowing eyes softened a fraction as you looked past him at the humans, still wary but no longer on the edge of exploding into a swarm.
Dustin stared, wide-eyed. “Holy shit… she’s real. And she’s… kinda beautiful? In a terrifying, Metal Queen way.”
Nancy smirked despite herself. “She’s wearing your shirt. That’s adorable but she needs normal clothes.”
Dustin was restless. “And those…are there demobats on the…Eddie, are those demobats?!”
“They’re fine, they’re with her…”
“They are roosting…”
“Dustin…”
Steve let out a slow breath. “Okay… so this is happening. Right now we need to go over the plan. Eddie, are you sure about her?”
Eddie kept one arm around your waist, holding you close against his side. You trilled and nuzzled closer.
“Yeah,” he said firmly. “We’ll draw the demobats. They listen to her somehow.”
The group had gathered by the couch with maps, flashlights and walkie-talkies. The final assault on Vecna was set for tomorrow. El would lead the psychic strike from wherever the hell she was, while Eddie created a massive distraction to pull as many creatures away as possible.
“Okay, so the plan is solid. Eddie, you and… her… draw the swarm. Play the loudest metal you’ve got. Keep them busy while we hit Vecna. Once he’s down, El closes the gate for good.” Dustin was pacing, gesturing wildly with a half-eaten Three Musketeers bar.
He stopped and looked at the bar, then at you, expression turning uncharacteristically somber. “Hey… I never told you cause it seemed irrelevant that time but…”
Eddie blinked.
Dustin’s face fell. He sat down heavily on the arm of the couch, fiddling with the candy wrapper. “His name was D’Artagnan. I found him in the trash, thought he was just some weird lizard. Fed him nougat, played with him… until he grew into a demodog and ate my cat. Dart even let me pass in the tunnels once. But when El closed the gate at the end of everything… all the Demodogs died. They were connected to the hive mind, to the Upside Down itself. Dart ignored the call at first, he stayed eating that last piece of candy I gave him. When we found him later… he was just lying there in the tunnel, dead next to the wrapper.”
The room went quiet for a moment. Dustin’s voice cracked just a little. “He was never really mine. He was part of that place. When the connection broke… he just… stopped.”
Eddie felt the words hit like ice water in his veins. He looked at you, his Wild Thing.
She is the swarm. Born from it. Sustained by it. Just like Dart.
When they killed Vecna … Wild Thing would die too. She would flicker out, just like the demodogs had…She would simply cease to exist the moment the Upside Down lost its hold on this world.
Eddie’s stomach twisted. He was telling himself there might be a way — some loophole, some way to keep you here. But Dustin’s story made it brutally clear. You were tied to the same dark force. Cutting it off would cut you off too.
He swallowed hard, his throat felt tight. Friendship, the bigger good, saving Hawkins, saving the world… It all clashed with the selfish, aching desire to keep the one impossible thing that had ever felt like it was truly his.
“She’s not a pet. She has free will, I think,” Eddie said.
“Let’s hope for that. What else can we do.”
Eddie nodded and refilled your glass. You lifted your head, sensing the shift in his mood. You trilled questioningly and cupped his cheek with one clawed hand, glowing red eyes searching his face. “Eddie… Wild Thing… safe?”
“Yeah,” he lied, but his voice broke as he pulled you closer and kissed your temple. “You’re safe, Wild Thing.”
Dustin kept talking, outlining the last details of the plan, but Eddie barely heard it. He just held you tighter, breathing in your subtle scent, stupidly hoping that when the gate closed it would not take his Wild Thing away forever.
The party left after they sorted out all the plan details. You explored the room while Eddie was warming up his dinner. Running clawed fingers through the stack, you looked at the cassettes’ covers, then his dice and maps, until you sprawled over a stack of comics.
When Eddie came back with the plate, you were comfortably resting in bed, flipping the pages of Conan the Barbarian. You were clearly into it, absorbing the story through the pictures with your mouth slightly open.
“You like that, Wild Thing? Want me to read it for you?” He offered you food, but you just wrinkled your nose at it. You pointed at brutal Conan and his warrior woman.
“Eddie… Wild Thing.”
“Yeah, that’s us, baby,” he settled next to you and turned it back to the beginning. “Against the whole world.” His fingertips brushed your cheek. Eddie’s voice dropped to the Dungeon master register: “Listen now.”
The air in the trailer suddenly turned ice-cold. A deep, bone-rattling pulse rolled through the walls like thunder trapped underground. Vecna’s terrible voice echoed straight into your mind. “Come.”
You stiffened in Eddie’s arms, eyes flaring bright red. Before Eddie could react, your body was suspended in the air, your mind already pulled to Vecna’s lair. Invisible force yanked your arms and legs outward until you hung spread-eagled in mid-air.
“No!” The word tore desperately from your throat. The first real human word you had ever spoken to Vecna. “No! No!”
Vecna’s eyes glowed cold. His grotesque form loomed larger; the air felt suffocating. “You dare speak? You dare learn their tongue? You were made for silence. For hunger. For me.”
You snarled, twisting violently, chest heaving with every desperate breath. “No… Eddie… safe… Wild Thing… NO!”
Vecna didn’t send the vines. Instead, he flooded your mind with visions tailored to break you:
Eddie in the trailer, looking exhausted.
Sighing heavily while you struggled to repeat simple words.
His smile fading as you hissed and knocked things over.
Eddie kicking your demobats out of his way, irritated.
Sitting with his guitar, clearly bored, clearly tired of teaching a mindless monster how to speak.
Finally standing up, slinging his guitar over his shoulder, walking out the door without looking back.
“This is too much… I can’t keep doing this.”
The images hit like physical blows. You cried out, black tears spilling down your cheeks. “See? He grows tired of you. He will abandon you. Come back to me.”
Then, faintly at first, you heard it. Loud music cutting through the psychic attack like Conan’s sword. Eddie’s guitar, playing “Wild Thing” with desperate energy, opened a door to come back for you. His rough voice rang out, echoing through the hellscape:
“Wild thing… you make my heart sing… You make everything… groovy… Wild thing… I think I love you…”
The real sound shattered Vecna’s illusions. Your eyes snapped open, glowing brighter. “No,” you growled at your monster master again, stronger this time. “Eddie… mine!”
Power surged through you. You thrashed and wrenched your arms free from the psychic grip, dropping to the ground. Vecna roared in fury, but the connection was already breaking. Eddie kept playing, eyes locked on you. When you reached him, still half-feral and breathing hard, he left the guitar, grabbed you by the waist, and yanked you against his chest.
His mouth crashed into yours — deep, messy, full of relief and fear. When you finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, his voice was raw. “I’m not giving you back. We’ll fight to set you free.”
You trilled softly, clinging to him. The need for connection, reassurance, and comfort pulsed through your body. You dragged the Hellfire shirt off and straddled Eddie's lap, pulling him closer. He moaned when you rubbed against his sweatpants and traced your lips lower, to his neck, leaving the gentlest bites you could manage. You licked and bit the dragon on his chest, then moved to the bats on his forearm. He got hard instantly as you started grinding, swirling your hips. Eddie eagerly responded to your need. He sucked on the soft skin of your neck and caressed your breasts until your back arched.
“Mine,” he whispered into your ear. “Mine,” you echoed, baring your fangs just a little.
You took off your shorts; he pulled his pants down and guided his cock through your glistening folds. You lowered all the way down, letting out a sweet trill. The couch creaked underneath your fast, intent movements. With another moan, Eddie tilted his head to give you a clear path to his jugular.
"Drink," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Take what you need. I want you strong. I want you... I want you to remember me."
You latched to his neck greedily. The metallic tang of his blood hit your tongue, hot and vital, and you felt his life-force humming through you. It wasn't just food; it was a tether. His cock throbbed inside you and you clenched around it. The pressure of your slick heat against him drew a broken, guttural sound from his throat. Eddie’s hands moved frantically over you — clutching your waist, cupping your bare breasts, his fingers digging into your skin as if he could keep you from dissolving by sheer force of will.
"Stay," he choked out, his eyes snapping open, locked onto your glowing red ones. "Just... please... don't go."
You could understand, but didn’t have the words to respond, so you rode him harder, faster, slick with sweat, skin slapping against skin. “Eddie,” you leaned in with a kiss, sharing the faint taste of his blood with him as you came. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body shaking with the force of his climax, his fingers tangled so tightly in your hair that it almost hurt.
The gate pulsed over your heads. You lay draped across him, your head on his chest, listening to the frantic rhythm of his heart finally begin to slow. You licked the mark on his neck, sealing it one last time. Eddie held you tight.
“Stay, my Wild Thing… whatever happens tomorrow, remember: you are not his. You’re mine.”
You understood the word stay, so you didn’t move, curling closer into his warmth. But tomorrow was a completely unknown concept — a human worry for a future that didn't exist yet. For you, there was only the steady beat of his heart and the scent of his skin. There was only now.
I'd love to know if you think Wild Thing will survive
Anybody watching iron lung and have like a damn identity crisis help????? Like the monster didn't scare me it made me think the movie didn't scare me (it made me on edge and nervous tho) it made think about things I relate to that movie for some reason and i can't stop thinking about it I need to talk to someone about this
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