tags: vampire!eddie au, woods setting, established friendship, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, f!reader, cheerleader!reader, no use of y/n, use of alcohol, mentions of death, i think that’s about it!
word count: 1k
a/n: this is kind of like a fic teaser, so if this gets a couple of likes i might do a part 2! also, english isn’t my first language so please be nice🥹 and no, just because i use commas it doesn’t mean that this is ai! i can assure you that this is all me. :D oh, and ALSO— this is my first time posting a fic on here, i’m so nervous! ok one more thing, i knowww it’s summer but i miss fall sm! :( okok that’s all!
without further ado, i present to you… “gotcha.”
you walked through the forest, footsteps heavy and fingers pulling at your sleeves. a chill had settled over the town as night started to approach. october was finally starting to make itself known. you zipped your jacket all the way up, lower lip caught between your teeth as you thought.
“i just need some fresh air,” is what you told one of your friends. you pushed through the crowd of intoxicated teenagers, finally making it out of the crowded house and into the backyard. glancing up at the thick woods splaying out around the house, you thought, yeah, that’ll do it. and before you realized, your feet had already dragged you so far away that you couldn’t hear the obnoxious party music anymore.
good.
now you could finally feel sorry for yourself all alone without anyone all up in your face asking if it had anything to do with your best friend, eddie munson. because yes, yes it did. but not in the way people thought. it was not about his death anymore, but more so about him literally coming back to life. sort of. he was practically a walking corpse now; you could tell by the paleness in his skin—the unnatural red hue of his once brown eyes… and of course, the lack of a heartbeat. wait, what word did he use? oh, yeah— reanimated.
after the initial shock of it wore off, everything kind of clicked back into place. you two started spending more and more time with each other. which led you to this particular moment here in the woods, and why you came to patrick mckinney’s lame party in the first place. you were just trying to drown your thoughts with alcohol... just trying to submerge all these mixed feelings you were starting to have for him. and when that didn’t work out, you just fled the scene. you knew it was wrong. he was practically a part of the freakish upside-down creatures now.. and you were, well, still human.
your face was still full of color, heat rushing to your cheeks when he leaned in closer so he could hear you better.
your eyes still sparkled with life, pupils swallowing your irises whole at the thought of him.
and your heart was still beating wildly behind your ribs every time you felt his cold hands on you.
fuck, you were in deep.
your fingers drummed against your thigh as you continued your walk, exploring the familiar territory. at some point, it started to dawn on you how eerily quiet the forest was tonight compared to the other times you’d been here. the silence left a weird impression on you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. your eyes dattered all across the trees as you curled in on yourself on instinct. ignoring the sensation that someone—or something—was watching you, you forced your feet to go one in front of the other. you tried to calm yourself down, saying it was all in your head, but the sound of a twig snapping behind you wasn’t very reassuring.
you stopped dead in your tracks, head whipping around. you pursed your lips, wiping your sweaty palms on the denim of your jeans. you told your mind to think rationally before anything—it was most likely just a squirrel. or maybe some other small animal that found shelter there. or maybe it was the two cups of jungle juice and half a can of beer you downed earlier playing tricks on you. that made sense... perhaps it was starting to kick in and maybe you were a little too tipsy to be out here all by yourself. you clutched the hem of your jacket between your fingers, twisting it around at the thought of heading back to the party to carry on with your plan of numbing your brain with cheap alcohol and maybe some nicotine if you were feeling sad enough.
maybe it was for the best.
maybe it was all you were meant to do.
you sighed, about to head back when you stilled again at the sound of footsteps approaching. oh, shit. you wanted to do something—wanted to run, wanted to scream. but your body was frozen in place and your legs felt like jello. in the soundless forest, the noise was booming in your ears and making your head hurt. you shut your eyes tightly, breaths turning short and quick as you braced yourself for what was about to come.
a minute or two passed before it was all quiet again. hesitating, you peeled one eye open. you blinked at the sight of a doe staring back at you, looking just as frightened as you did earlier. definitely not what you were expecting. your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. you laughed at yourself for being so silly, hand coming up to rest over your racing heart.
thank god. for a minute there, you actually thought you were about to get brutally murdered—like some useless side character in a horror movie.
you watched her leap away scared, jumping over a couple of fallen branches and disappearing into the shadows.
relief finally washed over you—but your peace didn’t last long.
“boo.”
you jumped as you felt a pair of hands pressing down on your shoulders and squeezing, spinning around as a high-pitched sound escaped you. your hands flew to hold onto eddie's arms as you tried to steady yourself. looking up at the familiar face, you swallowed down the lump that formed in your throat before giving him a light shove. “idiot!” you said, your voice trembling. you didn’t even hear him coming.
eddie chuckled as you shook your head disapprovingly, brushing past him. he just stood there laughing for a moment before catching up, his shoulder almost touching yours. “were you following me, you little creep?” you said, not bothering to look at him because your chipped nail polish was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
eddie let out a breath, almost like a half-laugh before answering you, “i was just driving home, saw you walking into the woods and i thought… wow, this chick is crazy going out there all alone.. at night.” he looked up and started rubbing at his chin as if he was recalling something from way before. “luckily, she has a super strong and ruggedly-handsome vampire best friend to protect her.” he grinned, nudging you with his elbow.
you smiled despite yourself. he was such a boy.
“oh yeah? wonder when i get to meet this guy…” you teased, stealing a glance at him.
eddie paused, placing a hand over his chest as he recoiled. “ouch! right in my non-beating heart.” you snorted, picking up your pace and moving ahead of him.
spinning around, you continued your walk backwards as you finally mustered up enough courage and locked eyes with him, a puzzled expression on your face. “weren’t you supposed to be at dustin's?” your head tilted to the side, trying to ignore the way the moonlight shined down on him and illuminated his pretty face.
eddie scoffed. “didn’t really feel like partaking in his stupid d&d campaign tonight, i guess.” he said with a shrug, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
silence fell between the two of you, and you let it linger for a couple more seconds before speaking up again, “stupid, huh? i thought you liked d&d.”
he averted his gaze, unsure of what to say. he did like d&d, and very much so. but what you and most people didn’t know is that he liked you more. so he made it his mission to make sure you were safe tonight, aware of the fact that patrick mckinney has been trying to get in your pants ever since you joined the cheerleading team and climbed up the social scale. hence the reason he threw this party with you being the first person he invited, with the sole purpose of getting you drunk and leading you up to his bedroom, sure to brag about what a night he had with you the next day at school.
well, not on eddie's watch. literally. he drove all the way out here, parking his van just down the street from his house and sat there, lighting a cigarette to help pass the time. he knew parties weren’t really your thing... which meant it wouldn’t take long before you left to do whatever else. and given the situation, he was right.
but eddie couldn’t say that out loud. probably shouldn’t. he’s not dumb; he noticed how on edge you seemed to be lately—he just figured that the whole 'him coming back to life' thing freaked you out more than you liked to admit. so a love confession would probably do more damage than good to you right now. eddie was about to come up with some dumb excuse, something along the lines of, “me and dustin just got into a fight” or “i can’t seem to get along with mike lately,” but you unintentionally cut him off.
“i know why!” your eyes narrowed suspiciously.
eddie licked his lips in anticipation. for a moment, he wondered if you really knew.
“you’re too busy doing—edgy, vampire stuff…” your eyes grew wide as you said that, fingers wiggling in the air. a crooked smile made its way onto his face as he watched you. “hunting for blood,” you raised your hands to frame your face, curling your fingers as if you were baring claws. “killing the innocent!” your voice went up an octave, dramatically pointing a fist at the sky.
you chuckled, watching his face turn serious.
“why, yes i am…” eddie said, putting an emphasis on the letter “s” as he tried his best transylvanian accent. “every night i hunt… the innocent, the pure!” he lunged at you, wrapping an arm around your waist to trap you in. “and tonight… my victim is right here.” his voice dropped lower, crimson eyes locking onto yours as he glanced down at you.
you managed to keep a poker face for a moment before your brows knit together and you burst out laughing, throwing your head back. eddie looked at you, completely and utterly smitten. he always thought you were so beautiful when you laughed. when he made you laugh.
only you had no idea.
you calmed yourself down, blinking up at him as you started to sniffle. “oh, no! mr. edward, i beg of you, have mercy on my mortal soul!” you said, putting on your best fay wray impression.
“how dare you? how dare you not use my full name?!” he stood up straight, flaring the side of his leather jacket as if it were a cloak. “i… am edward munson the bloody-handed, your dark lord! now bow down before me, mortal!”
you gasped, hand over your mouth. “i will not! i refuse to serve you!”
“then… you shall... perish!” eddie hissed, opening his mouth wide with his sharp fangs fully on display and leaning in as if he was about to bite you. your hand came up to grip his shoulder. he let out a breathy laugh, placing a small kiss on the nape of your neck which caused your shoulders to scrunch.
you pushed him off with a drunk giggle. “you know i'm ticklish—eddie!”
“that so?” he mumbled.
it didn’t take long before his fingers started attacking your sides until you couldn’t take it anymore. you laughed, tears welling up in your eyes. you managed to grab his hand, biting down on it in a playful manner. eddie flinched unexpectedly, which bought you some time, and you slipped away from his grasp.
“ouch! hey, that's my job!” eddie called out as he watched you vanish behind the tall trees.
you panted, smiling widely as you hid behind a thick oak tree, feeling its bark scratch against your back through the thin windbreaker.
“you can run… but you can’t hide!” you heard eddie, rolling your eyes at his dramatisms. you peeked from behind the tree, but no one was there. your brows furrowed in confusion—you swore you heard his voice coming from that direction. you hummed to yourself, about to walk away to find a new hiding spot but bumping directly into eddie's chest instead. your eyes trailed up slowly, finally landing on his face that had a wicked smirk plastered on it.
summary: you and Eddie find your way back to each other after over a decade.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) shower sex, fingering blood drinking
It’s late when you get home from work and all you want is to take a shower then go to bed. It’s been a long day and you’re exhausted. You’ve been working non-stop since you were promoted to the store manager and now you have all of these responsibilities that are piling up, weighing you down.
You head into the kitchen and stare at the wedding invitation on the fridge, feeling even more alone than you already were. This wasn’t supposed to be this way. You had finally found the one person that you were going to spend the rest of your life with and now he’s gone. He was ripped away from you before you could get to that point.
You decide you need a drink and go to open the fridge but freeze when you see that both of your hands are covered in blood. It’s now dry and you’re trying to piece together what happened between leaving Family Video and getting home.
You remember being hungry and now that you’re not anymore leads you to believe that you’ve done something horrible. That’s the only explanation you have for what’s happened. And considering that this isn’t your first time, you’re terrified-more innocent people are dead because of you.
You head to the bathroom upstairs and turn on the shower, getting undressed as it’s heating up. The steam is so calming but you can’t help but feel unsettled. In fact, you’ve felt that way since you were turned. You keep hallucinating Eddie and you can’t figure out why. You’ve been blaming it on your exhaustion but that doesn’t exactly seem right. He always feels too real, like you could reach out and touch him.
You turn as you’re putting your hair up and are surprised to see your boyfriend. Your dead boyfriend. It's been over a decade since he passed and there’s absolutely no way that he’s here right now. God, you really need to call your therapist because this is just too freaky.
Your body goes cold as you make eye contact with him. The last time you saw him was when he died in your arms so you have absolutely no idea how he’s here right now. And that’s when you realize that you’re hallucinating. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
You’re beautiful-exactly how Eddie remembers, just older. He’s been looking for you since he was brought back to life and now that he has you, he can’t help but feel tears well up in his eyes.
He’s still not exactly sure how he was turned-only remembering the bats tearing at his flesh which would be the only logical explanation. He mostly remembers waking up in the Upside Down by himself and somehow finding a way to escape and finding the first person willing to stitch him up and not take him to the hospital.
And ever since then, he’s been searching the entire fucking town looking for you. He still doesn’t know how or took him over a fucking decade to find you in this tiny town. You have always been his one priority and now he can finally spend the rest of his life with you like he always intended.
“I’m back, baby,” he says with that wide grin that you loved so much. He looks so real, almost like you could reach out and-
It’s only right now that you suddenly remember that you’re naked and hurry to put on your robe.
“Please, sweetheart, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” You’re even more beautiful than he remembers and seeing you now, in your thirties, makes him realize just how young you both were the last time you were together-how much time has passed.
“What are you doing here?” This whole thing is screwing with your mind and you hope that in the next few seconds, you’ll be waking up from this really weird dream.
“And here I thought you were going to be happy to see me.” He crosses his arms over his chest and you take the time to look at him. He still looks the same-frozen in time. He’s still the same Eddie you fell in love with and you’re trying really hard not to cry.
“Well can you blame me for being freaked out? You died over a decade ago, Eddie.” It still doesn’t make sense and you’re wondering if you should just go to bed-if that would fix all the madness.
“But then I came back…as a vampire. I’ve been searching everywhere for you.” Vampire? You would probably laugh in his face if you weren’t one too.
“You’re real?” You’re both tearing up as you step closer to him, resting your hands on his cheeks as you look into those warm brown eyes.
“As a heart attack.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you give him a tight hug, holding onto him as long as you let him. You then let your impulsions get the best of you as you kiss him.
He’s quick to respond, both of you pouring ten years of repressed feelings into it. It’s hungry and sloppy as your pulling off his jacket, his hands untying your robe as you both make your way to the shower.
“I think it’s about time we get this blood off you, hm?” He helps you into the shower before joining you, your lips slotting together as he pushes you under the water.
“So how did you turn?” His lips are kissing his way down to your neck and he smiles against your skin. He wants to know everything about you and now you literally have all the time in the world.
“I did a lot of research and found a guy out in Indianapolis and begged him to turn me. I wanted-oh-I wanted to live forever with the possibility of seeing you again. I never gave up that you were alive.”
“You thought I was alive?” He pulls away to look at you, taking your face in his hands.
“I didn’t, but I hoped. I was just in so much denial-so much pain because of how traumatized I was. I just-I still can't believe that you’re here.”
Eddie reaches for your body wash and your loofah, scrubbing away at the dried blood on your arms and hands. He’s so sweet and gentle just like you remember.
“Me neither. So let’s make up for lost time, hm? We’ve got ten years to make up.” His lips find yours again, both of you smiling against each other’s lips as he pulls your naked body to his. He’s hard as a rock and you’re soaking wet, aching with need.
Neither of you have been able to sleep with anyone else so it’s awkward and clumsy but you manage, letting him pin you against the wall as his fingers find your cunt. They’re moving fast and hard, stretching you out bit by bit and it feels so good.
This is exactly what you’ve wanted for so long and now you get to have him like this forever.
His pumping harder and harder as he kisses your neck again before sucking on it. You know what he’s wanting and you’re going to give it to him. He must be so hungry and letting him drink from you will make you feel even more bonded.
“Drink from me.”
“What?” He pulls away, confused when he sees that you’re actually being serious.
“Drink. I know you’re hungry.” You don’t have to say anything else to convince him as you see his fangs coming out. He inches towards your neck again, slowly sinking his teeth into you, slowly sucking so he doesn’t do too much.
His fingers are still pumping as he drinks, the whole thing making you dizzy but you manage, nails scratching down his back.
When he pulls away, his mouth is covered in blood and you run your tongue along his chin, licking up whatever’s left before your tongue plunges into his mouth so you can get more of a taste.
You moan into his mouth as you reach your first orgasm, his name falling from your lips. And neither of you have time to catch your breath before you wrap your legs around his waist for ease of access.
He’s bigger than you remember and you feel your eyes tearing up but he just feels so good. You both quickly pick it up pretty quickly, your pace getting faster and faster, his cock pounding harder and harder.
He’s stronger but so are you, knowing that bruises are going to form on your hips as they buck against his over and over. But you hardly mind, knowing that it will just be a physical reminder of tonight.
“Fuck, I missed this. Missed you. Hope you didn’t make any plans tomorrow because we still have lost time to make up.”
“You’re lucky that I’m off tomorrow. We’re going to make great use of my furniture. And I just got a new bed that needs to be broken in.”
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
“Fuck, Eddie. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You’re already coming and he’s not far after, your moans filling the shower as you both scream over and over again.
Eddie reluctantly pulls out and carries you into the bedroom where he dries you off, the whole process taking much longer than it should because of all of the kisses and sweet nothings whispered.
When you’re both finally dry, you both get into bed, talking about everything and nothing, catching each other up on your lives while in various positions as you spend the rest of the night and into the early morning tangled in between the sheets. And both of you are more than happy to spend the rest of your lives like this. That you finally found your way back to each other after all this time.
Summary: Your period cramps are horrible but Eddie knows just how to fix them.
Warnings: vamp!eddie, period sex, blood kink, oral (m and f receiving), mocking, begging, praise kink, fingering, biting, choking, spanking, hair pulling, pet names, name calling, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, little aftercare
WC: 4.4K
(first time ever writing vamp!eddie and period sex, please enjoy it!)
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You and Eddie were on the couch, and while he was comfortably watching the old movie on the television, you were stirring in your seat.
You could feel it the moment it started, the small shock of cramps making you cringe. Out of all the times to start your period, why now when you were with your boyfriend?
Eddie noticed you stirring, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Something bothering you, sweetheart?”
He knew exactly what was happening, and could smell it before you came into the trailer. It made his mind race with thoughts of what was coming tonight. You were always extra needy while on your period, and his newfound stamina was exactly what you needed.
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.
“Oh, c’mon,” Eddie scooted closer to you, his face pressed into the nape of your neck. “You smell delicious–you know that? I’ve been so fucking painfully hard since I first smelled you.”
Sure enough, when your eyes trailed down his body is when you noticed it. The bulge in his jeans was so prominent now that he pointed it out. You could see it twitch, and you couldn’t try to hide the pace at which your head sped up. There was no hiding it from him.
“Eddie…” Your voice trailed off as another cramp hit you, and he knew exactly what to do.
His lips were rough against your neck as he kissed the soft skin. Razor-sharp teeth grazed your skin just enough to have your eyes squeezing shut from the pleasurable pain.
“Let me take your pain away,” his ringed hand trailed up your legs between your thighs, cupping your already-soaked cunt through your pants. “I can hear, and smell, just how bad you want it.”
You turned to look at him, pleading with your eyes as your hips bucked up into his hand. “Please.”
That was all he needed to hear before he was throwing you over his shoulders, his newfound strength making it easier to manhandle you just how you wanted.
Your back fell on his bed, his many pillows engulfing your body.
“You look so good,” Eddie popped the button of your jeans, his lips kissing along your waist. “Good enough to eat.”
His words made your legs spread instantly, giving him the perfect amount of room to slot his body between them.
“Eddie, I don’t have the patience for this.”
“Shhh, I wanna take my time with you.” He looked up at you, his eyes boring into yours sent a chill down your spine.
This was your first time with Eddie since he came back as… this. You were scared and horny all at once. Eddie could never hurt you, but the thought that he maybe could? It was making you bite your lip in anticipation.
Eddie knew what you were thinking, a smirk plastered on his pale face. “You love a little pain, I know you do.”
The second your jeans and panties were off, Eddie’s nose was nuzzling against your inner thigh. He was inhaling you, moaning at the smell.
“Shouldn’t we put a towel down, just in case?” You knew how messy period sex can get. This wouldn’t be the first time doing that with Eddie.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie crawled up the bed until his forehead rested against yours and his skilled fingers traveled up your opened legs. “A little blood won’t hurt anything.”
Your thighs shook when Eddie barely ghosted a finger over your swollen clit.
That was one of the things he loved most when you were on your period. You are so sensitive that the slightest touch had you putty in his hands. He could breathe on you, and the hair on your body would rise, and your skin would start to glisten with sweat. Eddie, undoubtedly, used your over-sensitivity to his advantage.
“Look at you, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your neck as he added pressure to your clit. You couldn’t help but whine at the contact. “You’re so needy.”
“For you?” You gasped when he added more pressure, rubbing slow but harsh circles. “Y-yes.”
You felt the air of his breath hit your skin when he let out a chuckle. “Yeah? Is that so?”
Eddie slid a finger down your slit, teasing the aching hole of your cunt. “Why don’t you tell me how needy you are? I wanna hear you say it, beg for me.”
You put your soft hand over his rough one, helping him slide a finger in. Your breath hitched at the feeling of something being in you, helping the ache go away just a little. “Mmm, thought you could smell just how bad?”
Using his free hand, he gripped your cheeks, making you turn toward his face. “I do, but I wanna hear you fucking say it.” He gripped harder on your cheeks, your lips now puckering out.
“Eddie… please.” Your voice was muffled, your eyes locking with his. “I need you- anything. Just make me cum.”
He let go of your cheeks, using one hand to spread your thighs further apart, the other sliding more fingers into you. “Now, that wasn’t too hard.”
You clenched around his fingers, feeling your wetness and blood soak them. Your head rolled to the side, giving Eddie more area to bite and kiss at your neck.
Your thighs became a pretty, red mess from squeezing them together as his fingers kept fucking into you.
“I wonder just how much you can take,” his fingers curling up and making you whine. “I wanna see how long you can last before you’re crying and tapping out.”
You gripped at the sheets below you, already so close to the first orgasm of the night. “I-I can do it, I promise.”
The squelch of Eddie’s fingers pumping in and out of you fast echoed off the thin walls of his bedroom. They were almost as loud as your whimpers.
“Always so willing to please me.” Eddie bit harshly at your neck, his teeth barely cutting into your skin.
“Fuck-”
“It's one of the things I love most about you.” You could feel Eddie smirk against your neck, licking up the blood from the bite.
Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip before biting. Your mouths melted together, tongues dancing around each other. You moaned into the kiss, Eddie swallowing it down whole as if he could keep your sounds playing on repeat forever.
You could feel your orgasm fast approaching. Eddie wasn’t letting up, making sure he was hitting that soft spot inside you with each pump of his fingers.
“You gonna cum for me already, sweetheart?” His tone was mocking.
“Yes, yes!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shaking against the bed.
Eddie picked up the pace, fucking with his fingers so fast that your body shook. His thumb continued to rub circles on yours, adding more and more pressure with each swipe.
“Do it.” His voice lowered now that you were closer. “Fucking cum on my fingers.”
Your chest heaved as you gushed over Eddie’s fingers, soaking them and the sheets below you.
“Oh-oh!” Your mind only focuses on the feeling, finding it hard to form full words. It felt so good to cum, to ease the pain of your cramps.
“That’s a good girl.” Eddie continued finger fucking you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out until you could catch your breath. “You take my fingers so well.”
When you finally opened your eyes back up, you saw Eddie’s fingers in his mouth. He was licking them clean, collecting every drop so nothing would go to waste.
He hummed at the taste of the metallic blood mixed with your cum, something he could now never get enough of.
“That little taste isn’t going to do.” He moved from the bed, dropping to his knees at the end of it. “I need more.”
“Already?” You had barely come down from your first orgasm. He really wasn’t going to let up tonight.
Eddie gripped your ankles, squeezing hard enough that you felt his cold rings press into your skin. “Yes, already.”
In a swift moment, Eddie had pulled your body down the bed, your legs dangling over his broad shoulders. His face was right next to your cunt, looking like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in years.
“You’re perfect,” he spread the lips of your cunt slowly with his thumbs, examining every part of it. “I’ve been needing this,” his voice muffled as he stuck his tongue out to swipe at your clit.
Almost immediately, your hands flew to his unruly hair. You tangled your fingers in it, growing impatient and pulling his face closer to you.
“Don’t be a tease, not now.” You were starting to ache with need again, and he knew it.
Eddie bit the inside of your thigh multiple times, leaving marks for you and him to admire later. “What’s the rush? I need to savor this moment.”
And savoring the moment he was. He was taking his time, looking between you, your shirt bunched up above your tits, and your perfect cunt. Eddie got lucky when you agreed to be his and took every chance he could to just sit back and stare at you.
You bucked your hips up toward his face, egging him on to do something. “Please.”
Without any warning, Eddie sucked your aching clit into his mouth. He gripped your thighs with his hands, squeezing them while moving his head side to side, pulling your clit with him.
“Fuck- yes, Eddie!” You ground your cunt on his face, his tongue swiping back and forth, from your clit to your hole.
“Taste so fucking good.” Eddie moaned against you, sending the shock of vibrations through your body. You shuddered at the feeling and he chuckled against you.
You pulled his hair, causing him to moan, but not before sliding his tongue inside your cunt. He swirled it around, his pointed and perfectly shaped nose nudging at your clit at the same time.
“Holy-“ You threw your head back against the pillows, the pleasure you were feeling taking over your whole body. “Right fucking there!”
You clenched around his tongue, feeling not only your blood but your wetness drip down the crack of your ass, making an even bigger mess than before.
“Mmmm,” Eddie pushed his face deeper into your cunt, if that were even possible.
He pulled his tongue out and went back to sucking your clit. The slurping sounds echoing in your ears. His skilled fingers went back to work in your cunt. Sliding one, two, three fingers inside you and curling them right against your g-spot.
You let out a high-pitched scream of Eddie’s name as your second orgasm came out of nowhere. Squirting over his face and fingers, coating everything. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
He pulled away long enough to watch as your body shook as you came. Watching you come undone was having his cock twitch in his pants, he could feel the precum make a spot in his boxers. “That’s fucking right, scream my name.”
Eddie wasn’t stopping at all, your clit still nestled in his warm mouth, and his fingers fucking into you so hard that all you saw was white before you came again, fully soaking everything below you.
“Look at you,” he gently kissed over the bite marks on your thighs, soothing you. “So cute when you’re all fucked out from just my mouth and fingers.”
When he pulled away and you looked down at him, you noticed your crimson blood covering the lower half of his face. He used his hand to wipe the mess you made, popping it in his mouth.
Eddie would never get enough of your taste. If he could taste you forever, he would.
“Holy shit,” you weakly sat up on your elbows, giving him a beaming smile. Your body felt amazing, and he wasn’t even done with you yet.
When Eddie stood up from the floor, his cock was eye level with you. Your mouth suddenly watered with a need to be filled. You needed to have his cock down your throat, to make you gag, and cry.
Eddie watched as you got on your knees this time, crawling until you were sitting on the floor in front of him.
“Got something on your mind, pretty girl?” He rubbed a hand across your cheek as you reached up for his belt, ghosting your hand over the growing bulge.
You quickly undid his belt and the button to his cheeks, your tongue coming to swipe over your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.” You looked up at him with big doe and innocent eyes.
Once his pants were down his legs, you nuzzled your face into his hairy thigh. Taking your time to run your nails along his clothed cock, feeling the throb of it against your hand.
The hand in your hair pulled your hand back, making you whimper out. “You gonna tease me or put your pretty mouth to use?”
The way Eddie spoke to you like you were a toy made your heart thump in your chest. You loved when he acted this way towards you, like you were nothing but something to use for his pleasure.
Eddie slid down his boxers, his cock springing in front of your waiting mouth. The tip was an angry wet, dripping with precum. Your tongue licked at the leaking slit, collecting what was dripping and swallowing it down. You opened your mouth once you were done, sticking out your tongue to show you that you did a good job.
Taking your mouth wide open as an opportunity, Eddie trapped the back of your head and slid his cock down your throat. Immediately you gagged, your throat not ready for the sudden intrusion.
“Atta girl,” Eddie just laughed at you, mocking your whimpers. “Awe, poor thing. Is it too big for you?”
To show that it wasn’t too big, you took more of him in your mouth. His heavy balls now wetly pressed against your chin. You looked up at him with tear glossed eyes as you swallowed around his cock.
“Shit.” Eddie threw off his shirt and looked down at you in awe.
His cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, your tears staining your rosy flushed cheeks. You looked so good like this, you always looked good in his eyes.
You reached a hand up and cupped his cum filled balls, trying but failing to smirk when he let out a choked groan.
“O-oh, fucking hell.” The grip Eddie had on your hair tightened as he moved your mouth up and down his cock.
He gave you a chance to breathe, fully pulling you away. Your lips were wet, red, and swollen. Strings of salvia strung from your used lips to from his cock and the sight had you grinding against the air.
Eddie leaned down until he was closer to you, his breath fanning across your lips. “Does sucking my cock get you that needy?”
“Yes.” You didn’t even hesitate when you answered.
“What a dirty fucking slut.” The hand on his balls gave a firm squeeze, Eddie’s eyes immediately screwing shut. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re so fucking good.”
You took the sensitive head of his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the leaking slit.
Eddie was close, you could tell by his stomach muscles tensing and his groans becoming louder. “That’s right, use your mouth to make me cum.”
Bobbing your head up and down his cock, you didn’t stop. Not until Eddie was holding your head still, his cock fully in your throat, his hot cum dripping down it. His words came out broken as he could only focus on the warmth and wetness of your mouth as he came.
“I-,” his hips stuttered against your face as he kept cumming in your mouth. “S-so good.”
When you pulled away with a pop! of your mouth, you were in shock to see that he was still rock hard after he had just cum.
Eddie noticed your expression and patted your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of stamina now, baby. I told you, you’d be in for it.”
He moved to lay on the bed, his cock fully standing up, and waiting for you.
You crawled onto the bed, swinging your legs so that you could straddle Eddie’s hips. His hands came to rest over your own hips, guiding you until your cunt was hovering over his cock, dripping on it.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, you slowly slid down his cock, whimpering at the slight stretch of your cunt. It was blissful to finally have his cock in you, filling you full to the brim.
“God- Eddie, you feel so good.” You braced your hands against his tattooed chest, giving yourself something to sturdy your body on. “Fill me so full that your balls are pressed right against my ass.”
One of Eddie’s hands moved from your hips, coming down hard, and spanking you. The impact was hard enough to have your skin stinging in pleasure, wanting more.
“Again,” you whimpered, lifting your hips.
“Oh, you want more?” Repeatedly, Eddie’s hand came down in harsh spanks, alternating between ass cheeks. Your supple skin jiggled under his hand.
By the time he was done, small tears were falling from your eyes, mouth agape from your silent moans, your ass was now rosy red.
“My pretty baby,” he bucked his hips up into you, jolting your body forward. “Such a tight fucking cunt.”
Your nails dug into Eddie’s chest, leaving behind crescent moon shapes. “Please, give it to me!”
Eddie’s hips kept bucking up into you, rolling your hips to meet each thrust. The little patch of Eddie’s pubic hair was rubbing perfectly against your clit. “Yes, oh my god- yes!”
You had completely forgotten you still had your shirt on before Eddie ripped it right down the middle. Your nipples immediately hardened from the cold air hitting them.
Eddie’s eyes watched, never leaving your chest, as your tits bounced up and down. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one of the buds and sucked it into his mouth as you kept riding him.
“Baby- Eddie!” You wrapped your arms around his head, holding him in place.
Eddie mumbled against your skin. You could only make out the word “beautiful,” making your heart flutter.
Each roll of your hips had your eyes rolling back and your thighs shaking. Eddie’s cock was sliding in and out of your pussy perfectly, bringing you closer to cumming.
“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie’s hands found your hips again, guiding you up and down his cock. “Look so good taking my cock, baby.”
“Eddie- I’m gonna cum!” You clenched around his cock, your head falling into his neck.
“Cum for me baby.” He reached between your sweaty bodies and found your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. “Doing so fucking good.”
You let out broken moans against the skin of his neck as you came around his cock, gushing over it and his balls. You saw stars behind your eyes and your skin was on fire as your orgasm tore through your body, making you shake, and cry out.”
“Eddie!” Your hands gripped onto anything they could.
Eddie grabbed you by your hair and pulled you from his neck to get a good look at you. “Jesus, look at you so cock drunk,” he soothed a hand over your head. “But we aren’t done yet.”
He helped you slide off of him, both of you hissing from the sensation. Your cum dripped from your used hole and down your thighs as he turned you over to your stomach.
Your hand printed ass was now in the air, your holes in display for him.
“You’re so pretty,” his rough hands spread your ass cheeks apart, getting a good look at you. “Just wanna use you until you’re passed out from coming so much.”
“Please…” Your voice came out tired, but you were ready for more. That was evident in the wiggle of your hips.
You felt the rough mouth of Eddie as he kissed and bit his way up your back and to your neck. Marking you up more so you know who you belong to. “You just take whatever I give you, huh?”
You nodded your head against the pillow, finding words hard to speak.
His hand swatted at your ass again, making it even redder. “I asked you a question.”
“Uhuh, yes!” You turned your head to the side and looked at him as he looked back at you. “I’ll take everything you give.”
Without warning, he slid his cock all the way inside of your cunt until his balls were slapping against your clit. Your eyes shot open and your back arched.
You were now beyond overly sensitive. Each drag of his cock, each kiss to your neck, everything was sending your body into overdrive. Maybe you couldn’t take everything he gave you and Eddie noticed it immediately.
“You tapping out?” His lips were right by your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.
“N-no…” You wiggled your hips against his cock, your hands gripping the pillow and your knuckles turning white.
Eddie chuckled behind you, his teeth barred as he let out a low groan. “You’re already about to cum, aren’t you? I can fucking feel it.”
He wasn’t wrong, you were already clenching around his cock again. It just felt so fucking good and holding on was getting harder to do.
“Just- don’t stop.” Tears were stinging in your eyes the closer you got, your toes curling with each thrust of Eddie’s hips.
Eddie didn’t stop, especially knowing you were about to cum again. His hips pistoned into you, his cock bullying your hole. “You can do it, baby.” His sweat was dripping down your back.
You couldn’t, not when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You slumped back down into the pillows and screamed into them. Every part of your body shook as you squirting over Eddie’s cock and balls, coating your thighs in more of a mess than earlier.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” This orgasm was harder than the others, sending shocks throughout your body and making you convulse against the bed. “I-I can’t stop.”
“Holy shit,” Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off your cunt. You just kept squirting, making his cock slip out and your cunt now clench around nothing. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot.”
He turned you over, now having you on your back. Your
eyes were fully glazed over, skin red from sweating. You are completely used.
You tried to pull him away, but he pinned your arms above your head with one of his hands.
“You got one more in you,” he tapped the hefty tip of his cock against your clit, your legs trying to close. “Just take it, baby.”
You couldn’t resist it, though, not when it came to Eddie.
The slide of his cock in your cunt burned, but it quickly turned pleasurably. “S-shit.”
Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, but his eyes never left where the two of you were connected. “I wish you could see your cunt taking all of my cock.” He slid all the way out before slamming back in, sending your body up the bed. “So fucking good.”
Your drug your nails down his back, making your own marks on him. “Please, j-just one more.” It was all you could handle, just one more.
“Yeah?” He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed, watching as you lost a little bit of your breath. “One more, sweetheart.”
Each snap of Eddie’s hips had the both of you moaning out, your breaths fanning across one another’s face.
“Love your cock,” you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.
Eddie went to speak but inside let out a throaty moan when he felt you clench around him again and his balls tighten up. This time he was going to cum with you, drain everything he had inside your needy, little cunt.
“Gonna fill you up nice and full- fuck,” the hand on your throat squeezed harder the closer he got to cumming. “Watch it drip out of you mixed with your sweet blood.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans filled the room.
“Keep squeezing my cock,” Eddie’s head fell beside yours. “Just like fucking that.”
“Please, please, please!” You repeated the word like a prayer as the coil in your stomach tightened until it couldn’t go anymore.
Eddie let go of your neck and laced his fingers with yours as you both came together.
You gushed over his cock again, your mouth falling open in broken moans and screams. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth feeling off Eddie cumming inside you, emptying his balls.
“T-take it all.” Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down with each short breath he took. “God, I fucking love you.”
By the time Eddie was done cumming, you were numb. Your body was worn out and limp, just how Eddie loved it when he was done fucking you.
Eddie pulled out but didn’t move from his position. Instead, he laid his body on top of yours, engulfing you in his arms.
“T-thank you,” you tried to wrap your arms around him but everything felt so heavy.
“You feel better now?” He pressed soft kisses across your chest, the total opposite of how he just acted when his cock was inside you.
Too tired to talk, you only nodded your head, your eyes almost falling shut from the sleepiness taking over your body.
The sheets below your body were covered in your sweat and blood, your thighs sticky with cum. Eddie’s cock was also covered in your blood and cum, but he loved it that way. It was a mess, but Eddie and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Before shutting your eyes completely, you noticed the sun start to shine through the blinds on the windows. Eddie had fucked you all night long and into the morning.
You felt Eddie scoop your body into his arms, making his way to the bathroom.
He turned the water to the bath on as you sat in his lap, half asleep.
“You just relax,” Eddie whispered to you.” I’ll clean up you and the mess you made. Maybe later we can go again, if you can take it.”
Your boyfriend Eddie is back from the Upside Down—but he’s different, smut ensues.
This is a rewrite of something I already posted, so if it seems familiar--that's why. I wanted this to be from Eddie's perspective, I still don't think it’s my best work but i've decided to post it!
tw: reader is afab and identifies as a girl, p in v sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, biting, blood drinking, crying, bad writing, vampirism as a metaphor for love.
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He could hear the wood splinter under his fingers, hardly feeling it as he held himself back. It was like you punched Eddie in the chest, the request leaving him empty and reeling. Before he knew it, you’d tangled a hand in the soft curls at the nape of his neck and pushed him into your throat until his teeth pressed against your skin.
He could hardly remember how he got to the point where he was bent over you, nosing and licking at your throat like a starving man. You kept squirming and whimpering his name, tears running across your temples and into your hairline. He put a hand on your sternum to keep you down, forcing you to be still beneath him. It was like a wolf holding a rabbit to the ground, just waiting to bite. He could tell you were scared and confused, your eyes searching his face for some familiarity.
Eddie’s mouth was watering, the smell of your blood and the sound of your heartbeat overwhelming him with hunger. He didn’t know why his stomach was clenching as he felt the veins in your neck under his lips. He couldn’t stop scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin, so tempted to just sink them into you. The part of his brain that wasn’t running on instinct was alarmed by the idea of it—he’d never even imagined hurting you before.
You figured it out before Eddie did–you always were too damn smart for your own good. When you said you loved him it made his heart ache, his breath faltering for a moment. If only you knew the way he imagined tearing into your neck and sucking up the blood inside of you.
Then, you begged him to eat.
“Just love me and eat.” It rang in his mind as Eddie finally sank his teeth into your neck.
The burst of blood in his mouth made him groan, almost drowning out the sound of your pain as he bit into your flesh. His hand left your chest to cradle your cheek, the curve of your face had always fit nicely into the hollow of his hand. Your blood tasted so sweet, warming him from the inside out as he drank from you. He let his mind wander as he sucked at your throat like some overgrown mosquito.
Eddie didn’t know what he would find when he scaled his way up the side of the building to your window that night. Part of him had concocted some scenario where you’d been so broken up by his death that you found some loser to comfort you through it, it made him move even faster. He was shocked by the way he could grip onto the smallest of ledges between the uneven brick siding of your apartment building, under typical circumstances he would’ve had to come through the door like a normal person.
But that’s the thing.
He’s not normal. Not anymore.
Eddie had no clue how long had passed when he woke up in the dirt in the Upside Down. His body ached, he could feel every bite and scratch and scar from the demobats as he sat up and looked around. The bat carcasses were around him in a wide circle, the sweet and putrid smell of rotting flesh filling his nose as he slowly made his way to his feet. The sky was an eerie red, but the rest of his surroundings were still.
That was the first time he felt the burning pain of his newly discovered hunger. He thought he knew what it was like to starve, but this was next level. It made Eddie stumble, the force of it hitting him feeling like a freight train as he clutched at his stomach and throat.
Crawling out of the Upside Down was climbing out of his own grave. His hands were caked with mud as he opened the way through the gate in the road, it was the first one he could find. Hawkins looked like it had been torn to shreds, huge cracks in the ground and buildings in the town center partially crumbled. It was the middle of the night, he didn’t even see another person out on the sidewalk... it was probably better that way.
Eddie’s only thought was finding you. The image of you sobbing over him in the Upside Down was burned into his eyelids. The thought that you might have left Hawkins occurred to him when he was tapping on your window with a gaudy costume ring. But the curtain was the same, the purple one you made him hang up because you didn’t like the blinds.
When you snapped the curtain aside he didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t the broken version of who you once were, dark circles and tangled hair and sallow skin. You were wearing his extra Hellfire shirt, the one he hadn’t cut the sleeves off of—Wayne must have given it to you.
The thud of your hand hitting the floor woke him from his stupor, making him reluctantly pull away from your throat. Your fingers were relaxed, splayed open like there was no energy left inside you. Eddie couldn’t help licking long stripes across the wound, his tongue warm and wet as he lapped at the remaining blood.
He sat back on his heels, taking in the way you were practically boneless against the wood floor. Your eyes were almost crossed as you looked up at him. Prey looking at the predator. You were devoid of color in your skin, slowly blinking and so weak you could hardly lift your hand. Did he really do this to you?
“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, picking you up off the floor to bring to your bed. He was careful to be gentle with you, his gaze focused on the wound on your neck as your head lolled to one side like there were no bones in your body. Worry struck him like lightning, the only thing keeping him calm was that he could actually hear your pulse.
Eddie situated you on the bed, tucking you in and taking off his shoes and dirt-covered clothes as he slid in behind you. He sighed as he sunk into your mattress, pulling your back to his chest. He choked back a sob, pressing his face into your hair and inhaling the faint lemon scent of your shampoo.
Your panic was obvious to him, the way you fought falling asleep as though a nightmare was waiting for you on the other side. It made him placate you with whispered promises and quiet words until you fell asleep in his arms. Just like you used to before.
His hand left your waist to touch his own chin, your blood smeared on his fingertips. The idea of wasting any of your blood made panic unfurl in his chest, his fingers wiping as much of the drying blood into his mouth before he messily slicked his own tongue across his cheeks and chin like a toddler with remnants of chocolate ice cream.
In the darkness of your bedroom, Eddie found himself wide awake next to you. Normally at this time of night he wouldn’t be able to see a thing, but now everything was so clear to him it practically could be noon. Your heartbeat was so loud to him, he could hear your blood pushing through your veins with every thump.
He got out of bed, his head practically vibrating as he tried to forget about the taste of your blood. Eddie left your room, leaving the door cracked behind him as he stepped into the small living room and kitchen of your one bedroom apartment. It felt like his throat was closing up, the room tilting dangerously as he leaned against the wall.
The only other time he had a panic attack was when his dad left, and it was nothing like this. He pressed his dirty hands to his eyes, shaking as he tried to catch his breath. Ever since he woke up in the Upside Down he knew something was wrong, but he’d never guessed it could be this bad.
“You need to pull yourself together, Munson,” he muttered. His shaking hands moved to fist in his curly hair, the strands still caked with drying mud from his crawl. “You’ve played too much fucking Dungeons and Dragons.”
The word vampire kept coming up in his thoughts. His fingers moved to feel the fangs in his mouth, pinching the elongated teeth and trying to wiggle them loose. Maybe it was all a bad dream, and if he could just pull the fangs off he would wake up in a world where he couldn’t describe the sensation of your warm, sweet blood sliding down his throat.
The fact that there is a world where he knows the taste of your blood is a cruel joke.
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He could hear the moment you woke up, your breathing changing from the slow cadence to something sporadic. The bed creaked as you rolled over on it, he knew you were feeling his side to see if you had dreamed it all.
The door to the bedroom was still cracked open as he walked in—his steps were silent now. He’d decided to shower, cleaning the blood and mud off of his body under the warm spray of water. Your lemon scented shampoo and conditioner were the only things available, leaving his hair smelling like what he imagined a Herbal Essence commercial would.
You were about to cry, he could tell by the way the muscles in your abdomen were bunched up and the shaking hand pressed to your forehead. The way your eyes squinted made his heart break, sending him to your side. His hands found your shoulders as he sat down on the bed behind you, working his thumbs into your tense muscles.
“Baby, it’s okay.” His voice was soft, his fingertips pressing against the soft fabric of the Hellfire shirt you wore. You were trembling, a dismayed sob escaping you. He maneuvered so you were sitting between his legs, one of his arms curling around your waist. “I’m here.”
The sigh you let out was thick and wet, making his heart lurch in his chest. You twisted so you could look at him, watery gaze taking in the way his hair hung in wet curls around his face. “I thought I imagined it,” you whispered, leaning back against his chest. He’d changed into some of the pajamas you kept in your dresser for nights he slept over, finally getting rid of the acrid smell of the Upside Down.
Eddie shook his head, pressing his nose against your hair and taking a deep breath. You smelled like your shampoo and your detergent and the remnants of the nice perfume you’d probably worn at his funeral–you only put it on for special occasions. Under all of that he could smell your blood and sweat and something so human that it made him salivate.
The last time you sat like this was on his bed in Wayne’s trailer… did Wayne even live there anymore? He realized with a start that he had no clue. “It’s real, I’m here,” he muttered, one hand skimming down your arm as he tried to ground himself to this moment. Your hand was cradled in the curve of his palm, his calloused fingers skimmed the backs of your knuckles before slotting between yours.
“Eddie, you’re freezing,” you whispered. He hadn’t noticed, thinking that you had a fever or something. You twisted in his arms to press a hand against his neck, your palm feeling like a glove warmer against his skin.
Your eyes searched his, brows bunched up with concern. “You don’t feel cold?” you asked, smoothing some of his wet curls behind his ear. They were starting to dry, a familiar frizz emerging on his bangs. He found himself leaning into your touch.
Eddie shook his head, not sure how to answer. How could he tell you that you felt all too warm to him? You twisted further, placing the backs of your thighs on top of his quads so you could face him. He wore a black sweater you bought him last November, the thick knit feeling inviting after having to literally claw his way out of his own grave. The edge of a scar peaked out of the collar, jagged and so white it was almost shiny. He’d considered trying to steal some of your makeup to cover it.
You leaned over precariously to rifle through your nightstand drawer, throwing your center of gravity off. He held the outsides of your thighs to keep you steady, the last thing he wanted was you tumbling away from him. There was a thermometer stashed in there when you and Eddie caught the flu last October. He could hear the glass instrument rolling around with the other things you’d accumulated before you even found it.
The triumphant smile you had when you found the thermometer made his own lips quirk up in kind. Eddie let you put it under his tongue, going cross eyed as he watched the red stripe of mercury creep up the tick marks.
Your hands fussed over him as you waited, twisting unruly curls around your fingers and picking at loose strings at the hem of the sweater. He was pliant under your touch. His body ached for your affection, the last time you took care of him feeling like an all too distant memory.
After a few moments the mercury finally stopped moving, Eddie pulling it out of his mouth for you to read out. You held it close to your eyes and squinted to read the tick marks. “Eighty-seven,” you muttered, sounding flabbergasted. You pressed a warm hand to his forehead, as if you were trying to prove the thermometer wrong. “You should be like, in hypothermic shock or something.”
“I’m okay,” Eddie insisted, mumbling as he spoke. His full lips were tugged into a gentle pout, his typically ever-present smile gone. “You don’t gotta worry about me.”
He spoke without opening his mouth too much, an attempt to hide his teeth from your view. The sight had horrified him when he looked in the mirror earlier—even though he halfway expected to not be able to see himself at all. Nevertheless, he had shiny, white fangs where his canines and incisors used to be. They gleamed dangerously in the fluorescent light of your bathroom.
You caught on to his mumbling quickly. There was a moment of hesitation before you gently pulled back his top lip with your thumb. Eddie couldn’t help but wince as you revealed his teeth. You paused, your eyes wide as you took it in. The soft pad of your fingertip pressed against the incisor on his right side, a gasp rising from you as it sliced through the flesh.
Eddie cleared his throat, his eyes sliding closed for a moment as your finger bled. It smelled delicious, the tang of iron filling his nose as he tried not to breathe in too deep. The urge to sink his teeth into you filled him, saliva coating the inside of his mouth as he swallowed thickly. You were saying something, but he could hardly hear it over the sound of blood pumping in your veins. The steady thump of your heart was all he could focus on.
Succumbing to the weakness, he grabbed your wrist with one hand and sucked your pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as his tongue laved over your fingertip, not wasting a drop of blood. It took everything in his body to not bite you.
When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, he noticed you were frozen in place. Your plump lips were parted, your eyes as wide as dinner plates. Shame curled in his gut, making him let your wrist go. He was a monster, through and through, something from all the manuals he had on a shelf in his room.
You pulled your hand back quickly, your finger shining with his saliva. “What are you, Eddie?” you finally asked, your voice a whisper.
His gut wrenched at the question, brows furrowing and expression dropping. There was hesitation in his movements as his hands skated over your sides, the touches feather-light. Fear rattled in him as he felt you. The memory of last night still haunted him, the sound of your shallow breaths and the way you went limp on the floor were things he couldn’t scrub from his mind.
You asked something. “Dunno, baby,” Eddie choked out, defeated.
Still, the word he prayed didn’t apply rattled around in his head: vampire, vampire, vampire.
He looked back up at you, his fangs just barely poking out onto his bottom lip as he did. The salty taste of your blood still lingered on his tongue, reminding him that he wasn’t human anymore. Then his gaze followed the curve of your jaw and slope of your neck to the hellish wound he’d left behind last night. He grimaced, crestfallen that he was able to hurt you so much.
The attention made you reach for it, your fingertips skirting along the edges of the scabbed-over wound. It was in the shape of a perfect bite mark.
“I almost killed you last night,” Eddie said, his grip momentarily tightening on your hips. He was staring at the bite, thinking about how much of a monster he was to be able to do that to you. You were his sweet girlfriend, someone willing to do anything for him, and he was able to hurt you like that.
“I’m okay,” you assured him, reaching forward to smooth your thumb along his cheekbone. The gentle touch startled him, making him flinch away from it. His head smacked into the headboard behind him, but he hardly even registered it.
Things like that were supposed to hurt, but now they were nothing.
He took in a sharp breath, his eyes flickering over your gaze and back to your neck. “Baby, look at your neck and then tell me you’re okay,” Eddie said, on the edge of tears.
Ever stubborn, you huffed and clumsily stood up with his hand as stabilizers on your hips. You twisted to look at yourself in the floor-length mirror mounted on your wall, Eddie’s brown eyes looking over your shoulder. The wound on your neck was gnarly, the bite mark looking more like that of an animal than a man. You gently traced it with your fingertips, wincing as you pressed a few tender spots on your neck.
He felt liked all the air had been sucked out of the room, waiting for you to scream and run from him. Or to make him leave. Anything. Every second of silence was stealing his breath and his peace.
“It’ll heal,” you said flippantly, staring at him in the reflection of the mirror. There was a stubborn set to your jaw, your gaze hard. You didn’t leave room for him to argue.
You turned to face him again, crawling back onto your bed on your hands and knees and slotting yourself against his side. It was hard to not lock up as you pressed yourself close, acting as though he wasn’t a monster.
He put an arm around you slowly, his jaw tight as his thumb stroked up and down the curve of your waist. He swallowed thickly, trying to blink away the tears as he took deep breaths.
There was a pit in his stomach. “I think I’m dangerous now,” Eddie muttered, staring straight ahead at himself in the mirror before his eyes twisted up to look at the popcorn ceiling. Before everything, he would’ve bet his entire life on the fact that he would never hurt you, but now he already had.
“Eds, you’re not dangerous,” you whispered, your fingers hooking over the side of his jaw and attempting to turn him to look down at you. He was stronger than he used to be, he didn’t budge an inch.
“Eddie,” you said, your voice more insistent. You were stubborn at the worst of times. He tilted his head down to look at you, trying to tamp down the distress that was starting to make him hyperventilate.
You sat up slightly, pressing yourself as close to him as he would allow. “I can’t lose you again.”
I won’t make it. The words were left unspoken between you two.
Eddie sighed, his long fingers twisting into your hair at the nape of your neck. There was a feeling of defeat sinking in his chest, a realization that despite the fact that he wanted to run so you’d be safe from him: he felt the same way. “I know, baby,” he finally murmured, his voice soft and low as he stooped to nudge his temple against your forehead.
The embrace turned tearful, your shoulders starting to shake as you crumbled into sobs. How many times have you cried over him? Eddie didn’t want another second of your life to be spent crying–especially not on his behalf. He shushed you gently, combing his fingers through your hair in a misguided attempt to console you.
Comfort didn’t seem to be what you were looking for.
Before he could process what you were doing, you’d leaned forward to press your lips against his. Your mouth was so hot it almost felt like a brand against his skin, your soft lips moulding to his. The memory of your last kiss surfaced, just a quick stamp of his mouth on yours before he went off with Dustin. He was sure that you’d been thinking about it every day, about how insignificant you treated something so monumental as a last kiss.
This was a do-over.
He stiffened before finally reciprocating, a soft whimper squeezing from his throat as his hand curled around the back of your neck. He could taste the salt of your tears against his tongue, your lips parted against his.
You were taking more control than you usually liked to, hitching a leg over his lap and settling your weight on him. Eddie groaned, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as you straddled him again. He always loved how soft you were, the smooth skin of your thighs feeling like silk.
You didn’t stop crying, just letting the tears roll down your face as your hands twisted into the sweater he was wearing. Despite wanting to pull you closer, his hands remained motionless on the outsides of your thighs. There was a part of him that was so scared that he would leave hand-shaped bruises on you if he made a single move.
Then you ground your hips against his, pulling a ragged groan from his throat.
His head spun for a moment, buffering as he tried to make sense of things. Acting on instinct, his hips bucked up to meet yours, chasing the sensation of you against his already half-hard cock. The hand on your neck moved, his calloused fingertips brushing against the bite mark. He almost recoiled.
“Baby… I’ll hurt you…” Eddie insisted between kisses, but he couldn’t pull away. He was at war with himself, too scared to hurt you but too scared to let you go.
It would be the right thing to do, letting you go. Leaving and letting you focus on finding someone who was good for you. Someone who wasn’t branded the town freak and a suspected murderer. Someone human, who didn’t want to suck every drop of blood from your veins.
But Eddie had always been selfish.
He gently pulled you closer to him, giving in. “You won’t,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your eyelashes. They were clumped together by your tears, framing your eyes with glittering droplets in the diffused morning light.
Fuck. You were so pretty.
He didn’t answer, there weren’t words that could do his thoughts justice so he settled on pulling you in for another soft kiss. Your fingers brought him closer by the threads of his sweater and your knees squeezed the sides of his narrow waist. Your bed creaked slightly as you moved further into his lap, shimmying your hips.
Eddie let out a soft sigh, trying to stay level-headed as you ground against the bulge in his pajama pants. The Hellfire shirt you were wearing was soft as his hand slid beneath it, the scent of his Marlboros and weed still barely clung to the fabric.
The gnawing craving for a smoke was gone. But, like any addiction, he exchanged one craving for another.
There was hesitation blooming in his chest as his blunt nails slowly traveled up the soft swell of your belly, eventually ghosting on the underside of your breast. You still felt so damn soft. Part of him worried that if he pressed too hard you would break under his fingers.
“Please, Eddie,” you whispered, your voice sounding wrecked. He could hear the desperation in your tone, your wide eyes pleading as you tearfully begged him. The thin cotton of your panties and his pajama pants barely served as a barrier as you canted your hips against his, making the two of you moan softly.
He nodded, acquiescing to you like he always did. The hand under your shirt palmed at your left tit, thumb teasing the bud of your nipple into hardness as he looked at you with wide, brown eyes. A quiet moan pulled itself from your throat as you pressed your forehead against the curve of the bridge of his nose, the sound of your pleasure making his other hand follow suit.
Eddie huffed softly, kissing the tip of your nose as he kneaded your breasts in his hands. Your brows furrowed, your mouth dropping open as your eyes squeezed shut. He wished he had a picture of you like this, desperate and needy in all his favorite ways.
It was easier to swallow his hunger, basking in the glow of your pleasure as though it was his own. His hands stayed where they were, teasing your sensitive nipples as he peppered kisses on your face. It was enough to make your cotton panties soaked and sticky, he could actually smell your arousal before he could feel the wet spot on his pants.
“Eddie.” The way you panted his name against his lips was sinful, desperation dripping from your voice. It nearly broke him to hear you so desperate. Eddie could feel himself pushing his concern aside for a moment, rising to the occasion to meet whatever challenge you presented him. He just wanted you in every sense of the word.
“I hear ya,” he muttered, a hand moving down to cup your sex through the thin cotton. You mewled, canting your hips forward to grind down on his fingers. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the way you were soaking his hand through the fabric.
You fumbled with the waistband of Eddie’s pajama pants in a frantic effort to rid him of them. Eddie let you struggle for a moment, wondering how stubborn you would be. You didn’t give up, fruitlessly yanking at the elastic waistband of the red and black checkered pants and snapping it against his stomach. Taking pity on you, he lifted his hips enough for you to yank them down around his thighs.
He tensed, his brown eyes swirling up to look at the ceiling. Eddie didn’t want to see the way you looked at him, looked at the scars the demobats had left behind. Scars covered the milky skin of his thighs and lower belly, leaving some patches shiny and devoid of the dark, curly hairs that covered the rest of his legs.
But, he looked up to see you gaping, open-mouthed at the sight of his cock.
You always told him it was a pretty dick, something Eddie vehemently denied. But then he watched your stare; the way you licked your lips as your eyes dragged up and down the length of it. He could feel himself blushing, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.
Your hand was so warm when it wrapped around the base of him, your other hand cupping his balls gently. Eddie moaned all the same, his eyes scrunching closed and his forehead landing in the curve of your neck. He didn’t remember being that sensitive, every touch feeling like lightning up his spine.
You smiled, you’d always been proud of your ability to make him crumble. His hand twitched against your sex, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit through your underwear in a clumsy attempt to reciprocate. Everything was cloudy, his mind struggling to find something to focus on.
Then you spit in your hand, returning it to slowly stroke up and down his shaft. The slick squelch of your saliva and his precome against your palm filled the quiet room, his instincts suddenly snapping into place.
It was a jumble of limbs and haphazardly pulled aside clothing, moans and grunts and sighs filling your room. The seams of your panties stretched, some of the threads snapping as Eddie hastily pulled them to one side to run his fingers up and down the wet seam of your cunt. He let out a sound like he’d been punched in the stomach, wetness completely soaking his digits.
He still had the good sense to go slow, pressing one finger into your tight, hot heat. You squeezed the digit without mercy, almost feeling like you were going to take it clean off his hand.
“Eddie, need your cock,” you breathed, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes and a soft pout. You knew that look would get you anything you wanted.
He cracked a smile, his fangs poking out and brushing against his lower lip. “Yeah baby? I’ll give it to ya,” Eddie whispered, a familiar smirk settling on his features as he let himself focus on something he was good at: making you feel good. He couldn’t deny you anything, not when you asked so sweetly.
He placed his hands on your soft hips, lifting you up with ease. It was almost like you weighed nothing, your body jolting forward as he lifted you too fast. Your hands braced on his shoulders to steady yourself, a soft snort escaping you. Eddie had always been strong, but never strong enough to handle you like you were nothing more than a doll.
You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, your brows pinched together and your eyes cast down to Eddie’s lap. The two of you moaned in unison as you slowly lowered onto him. Fuck, you were tight. He grit his teeth in an attempt to keep his composure, the feeling of you around his cock making his head spin. The head of his cock was pressed against your cervix as your pussy fluttered around him, the two of you panting as you settled.
His breaths were shallow, he pressed kisses against you wherever he could as you breathed each other’s air.
It didn’t take long for you to adjust, your hips rocking against his as you placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage. He loved watching you take what you wanted, looking up at you through his thick lashes as you rode him. Eddie started to roll his hips up to meet you, each thrust of his coaxing soft ohs out of the recesses of your throat.
He helped you move, his hands anchored against your waist beneath the shirt you still wore. You both were so desperate that you hadn’t even bothered to undress, the gusset of your panties digging into one of the cheeks of your ass and his pants caught around his thighs. Eddie’s lips were parted, his breaths harsh. Your bed squeaked with each movement, the sound combining nicely with the smacking of your ass against Eddie’s thighs and your moans.
“Missed you so much,” you gasped, pulling his attention from the way your breasts bounced under the Hellfire shirt. Your hands fisted in the sweater he wore, your forehead knocking against his as you leaned in close.
“Me too,” he answered, one hand finding its way up your shirt to toy with your nipples again. The shirt had to stretch over the backs of his knuckles, exposing perfect outlines of the shape of his hands through the white fabric. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his fangs pressing harshly against it.
It was getting hard to think right. His wires were crossed, the pound of your heart sounding so loud. Eddie’s throat burned, making him swallow thickly as lust and hunger crossed. He wanted to consume every part of you, crack your ribs open and drink you whole. You’d be stuck with him that way, a part of him always.
If you noticed anything, you didn’t mention it to him. Your legs quivered, reminding him to grab your hips and assist you with his arms. Your hand fisted in the back of his hair, pulling his mouth toward one of the thick arteries running across your neck on the opposite side of last night.
The smell was heavenly, rust mixing with your arousal and sweat. He pressed his nose on the vein beneath your skin, inhaling deeply as his eyes squeezed shut.
It was taking everything for him to not sink his teeth into you. Each thrust made him feel more feral, the muscles in his abdomen knitting together as he got closer and closer finishing. He could feel that you were close, too, your gummy cunt squeezing around him and sucking him in deeper every time your skin slapped together.
“Eat, Eddie,” you said between moans, rousing him from his thoughts to realize he had been placing open-mouthed kisses on top of the vein. It was so tantalizing, listening to the way your heart was beating in your ribcage. He couldn’t believe how long he went without hearing that sound.
Your thighs were quivering with exertion, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you continued to lift yourself up and down. He took over for your failing legs, moving you on top of him so he could better press against the spongy spot on the front wall of your cunt. Your eyes rolled a bit, your breath almost stopping in your throat at the new sensation.
Then you lurched toward him, whining and gasping his name as you came around him. Your cunt squeezed so tight, pulsing hotly around his cock in a way that made him see stars. You crushed Eddie’s mouth to your neck, your muscles locking up and leaving you to his mercy.
He kept you moving, thrusting up into you and groaning as he worked himself to his finish. His jaw was clenched so tight he was worried his molars would crack under the pressure, anything to keep him from accidentally squeezing you too hard with his hands.
The world faded away, just the sound of your heartbeat and your whimpers and the wet squelching of his cock plunging into you overwhelming his senses. His cock kicked inside of you, a clumsy mumble of your name and he felt like he was dying all over again.
But in the good way this time.
Eddie grunted as the first rope of come painted the inside of you, canting forward to press your spine into the mattress as he ground his hips against you. His teeth broke the delicate skin on your neck, making a matching bite to the one on your left side. The taste of iron on his tongue made him groan against you, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you as come dripped around the seal of your pussy.
He’d never experienced euphoria like this, ascending to heaven momentarily before coming crashing back to earth as he drank his fill. Nothing had ever tasted as good as your blood did, satisfying a hunger he could never begin to describe to you.
Eddie paid more attention this time, feeling it when your limbs started to go slack around him. He pulled away far before you passed out. His tongue laved greedily at the bite mark, desperate to consume every drop of blood without wasting it.
He could feel the flush of blood in his cheeks as he pulled back, the lack of control that nearly took over pushed away by your blood pumping through his veins finally sating him.
Or at least he assumed that’s how it all worked.
Blood was smeared on his lips and down his chin, just as messy as the first time. To his surprise, you dragged your thumb through the crimson stains, pressing the digit into his mouth. Eddie moaned, his eyes sliding shut as he sucked it clean, careful not to catch you with his fangs. You repeated the motion, lovingly scooping as much of your blood into his mouth that you could.
“I love you,” you whispered, wiggling into a comfortable position beneath him. Your thighs squeezed at his sides, most of you occupied with still bringing the remainder of your blood to his waiting mouth. Your voice was breathy, the softness of your tone made his heart ache. Last night, he thought you would never forgive him.
“I love you too,” he said, yawning. Exhaustion was finally catching up to him despite the sunlight on the other side of your curtain. He hadn’t found peace last night, guilt consuming his every thought as you dozed.
It was his turn to pass out, part of his weight collapsing on his forearm as a grogginess overtook him with a force he could hardly resist. He barely managed to pull out with a soft moan, collapsing partially onto your body and pressing you to the mattress beneath him.
You didn’t scold him, just clicking your tongue softly against your teeth as you adjusted the gusset of your panties to cover the mess he made of your pussy and carefully pulling up his pants. “Go to sleep, Eddie,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.
His vision was getting blurry, the slow blinks of his eyes getting longer each time. The last thing he heard was the steady thump of your heart, the beat of it lulling him to sleep.
Even tho Eddie’s a vampire damn that boy already in love 😂 can’t wait for when we tell him we love him 🤧🥰 also is it dangerous in this serious for a human and a vampire when they do it like in twilight? Plus is Eddie a virgin? 😂👀 I would assume so
Hiii lovey!! So I’m gonna answer these questions with some conversations between Vampire!Eddie and Reader😂 but I agree Eddie is so in love already😂 I hope you enjoy these!💖
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“So…have you ever had a girlfriend or anything before?” “No.” “What? Why?” “What do you mean why?” “I mean you…you look like that…and you’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend or someone who wants to jump your bones all the time?” “Oh I’ve have encounters like…that before but just never anything serious enough for a label of girlfriend.” “Encounters?” “Yes.” “Elaborate on these encounters please.” “I…don’t think this is a good conversation to have in public sweetheart.” “It’s that raunchy? Are you into some kinky stuff? Not saying it’s a bad-” “You are insufferably nosey…I’ll just answer the questions you really want to ask but are too shy to actually do so…how about that?” “What questions?” “No I’m not a virgin..even when I was a regular human I had no issue in that department and yes you and I can have…relations without any fear of it being dangerous…unless you’re into that sort of thing then I can make-” “that’s enough…thank you for…answering my questions.” “Anytime my darling…now it’s noon that means you must be hungry for…lunch?” “Uh yeah…yeah I could eat.”
“Eddie? Why…are you looking at me like that?” “I’m just thinking that’s all.” “About what?” “I think the love I have for you is too great for just one lifetime that’s why I’m destined to live this life forever so I can find you and love you in all of yours.” “I just had to ask…” “don’t you agree? You said so yourself that you felt like you’d been waiting for me when I found you in the woods.” “I…I don’t know…I know you love me and not the kind of love a human feels for another human I know it’s-” “deeper and more meaningful.” “Yes…but you…you really think you’ll be able to find me in all of my next lives?” “Yes.” “How can you be so sure?” “I found you this time didn’t I?” “That’s because we live in the same city..what if next time I’m in London or Greece?” “I will find you…my heart will tell me exactly where I need to go and I’ll get to you.” “Or…I could just live this life…with you forever?” “Please don’t ruin this moment I’m having…it’s quite nice.” “Fine I won’t ruin this one…but we are having this conversation…eventually.” “Yes…eventually.”
“Can I taste one of these blood shake things you hate?” “Uhm…no.” “Why not?” “Because they are made for Vampires not humans.” “So? It’s not going to kill me…right?” “No it wouldn’t kill you but I just don’t want to even think about seeing you drinking a shake that tastes like blood.” “I can drink it in the living room…you won’t see me if you stay in the kitchen.” “Oh so I not only have to be away from you but I have to be away from you so you can go drink a blood flavored shake? The answer is still no.” “Being away from me is that hard for you?” “It’s…borderline unbearable but I know you like your space so…I give it to you when you ask for it.” “You really love me don’t you?” “With every part of my body and what’s left of my soul and making you unhappy is the last thing I’d ever want to do…but the answer is still no you can’t try the shake.”
Somewhere Between Edward and Dracula - Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Modern!AU. Vampire!Eddie. With Halloween coming up, a group of friends decide to see if the old Creel house is really haunted. It is, but not by ghosts like they assumed.
Notes: I honestly just made this modern because I needed to make Twilight jokes. But it works, since Eddie says he’s been a teenager since the 80′s. Just wanted to write a Halloween-ish story and I love me some vampire!eddie.
Warnings: language, general vampire-ness, i think that’s it?
Words: 3.2k
Eddie can hear the gang coming for miles. There are five of them in total. Two guys and three girls, if he can tell by the pitch of their voices. There’s one guy and one girl who are the loudest. They’re bickering back and forth with one another, but it’s in a friendly manner.
“Admit you’re scared,” the guy is saying.
“I’m not scared,” the girl answers. “I’m just saying what if we get caught?”
“Robin!” the guy answers with a groan. “Loosen up. Even Jonathan isn’t worried about that.”
“Hey!” There’s a sound of protest, from Jonathan presumably.
Teenagers. Like himself, Eddie thinks. Except, not quite anymore.
The group gets closer to the old house and Eddie sighs and rests his head on the wooden beam behind him. He’d been held up in the attic since he first heard them approaching. Kids and teenagers alike were no strangers to daring each other to spend time in the supposedly haunted house. The house is haunted, just not by ghosts like everyone seems to think. Eddie would deal with the annoying giggles and screams as friends tried to scare one another. Some would just dare one another to touch the house. The braver, and mostly the older, would come into the house itself to try and get a proper scare.
Once in a while was whatever; Eddie sometimes even had a good laugh about how scared some people got from nothing. But October always brought more people, almost on a nightly basis. They’d bundle up in their sweaters and jackets, which was Eddie’s only reminder that it was cold outside. Not like he could tell. He hardly ever bothered to mess with anyone who came to the house. There was no need, they always freaked themselves out. The most he would usually do is move about quickly and quietly if the group decided to make its way to the attic, where Eddie spent most of his time. If he made a floorboard creak or a doorknob rattle here and there to keep up the haunted rumors, so what?
The Creel House had been abandoned for decades, which made it the perfect haunt for Eddie. No pun intended. He remembers hearing rumors about the old home when he was a child, and a real, alive teenager. Eddie never held any stock in those rumors and proved to himself that they were in fact false when he moved in after becoming undead.
The five teens were close enough now that Eddie could hear their footsteps. In a few hundred more yards he’d be able to hear their heartbeats. That didn’t bother him, like most people thought it would. One of the perks of living in a house that had no upkeep was that all sorts of animals would crawl into the underbrush or even find their way into the house. They were more than enough to supplement his “appetite.”
“It doesn’t look so scary,” one of the girls says.
“You go in first, then,” the guy who is not Jonathan answers.
“Okay.”
Eddie hears the girl’s soft footfalls as she walks up the porch steps. The old wooden front door swings open on squeaky hinges. The steps become slower as she finally enters the threshold. Her friends are all still out on the sidewalk, Eddie can tell from the sound of their breathing. One of them is breathing shallower than the others. The girl who was nervous about getting caught. Robin, Eddie recalls.
The brave girl walks through the first floor, moving from room to room. Her heartbeat is only slightly faster than it was on the walk here. She really isn’t that scared. Sometimes, if it was a young guy who was being cocky and trying to show off that he wasn’t afraid, Eddie would mess with them by using his speed and stealth to yank a piece of their hair or clothing without notice. It took the cockiness out of their tone every time.
Edde had never encountered a girl who was cocky about her braveness. Even if he did, he didn’t think he’d mess with them. His gentlemanly upbringing wouldn’t allow it.
When the girl finishes moving through all the rooms on the first floor, she walks back to the front door.
“Are you all coming or not?” she calls to her friends.
Footsteps and floorboards bending tell Eddie that the whole group follows her inside. He can’t tell their footsteps apart by sound, but the slowest heartbeat continues to be the girl who first entered. She’s also the first one to walk up the stairs.
“Where are you going?” The girl, Robin, whisper-yells to her, as if she doesn’t want to upset any ghosts.
“Upstairs. I’ve seen everything down here,” the brave girl says.
“By yourself?” the third girl asks.
“You can come if you want, Nance.”
“Nance” makes no response, and the girl’s steps continue up the stairs alone. Eddie has to admit to himself, he’s intrigued. That’s hardly ever happened during his time at The Creel House. Sometimes one member of the party would claim to not be scared and start to roam on their own, but their heartbeat would give their fear away to Eddie. This girl really wasn’t afraid.
“Stupid,” Eddie mutters to himself. “She should be.”
That isn’t true, though. Eddie knows he’d never hurt her, or anyone. He is getting curiouser by the second, though. It wouldn’t be hard to take a peek at the girl. She would never know.
He hears the girl cough on the floor below him and wonders what piece of dusty furniture caused it. Eddie wonders if he’d clean the dust if it bothered him. But not having to breathe meant he didn’t care what dirt and dust accumulated.
The door that reveals the stairs to the attic opens and Eddie finally stands from the cobwebbed floor below him. There were no shortage of places to hide, but Eddie was trying to decide which one would let him have the best view of this brave, or possibly stupid, girl. He decides to leap on the beam above him, nestling himself into a dark corner of the attic. Not that the dark meant anything to him, but it would help shield him from her human vision.
Her footsteps get slower the closer they get to the top of the stairs and Eddie smiles to himself. Now she was starting to get nervous. He licks his lips and cocks his head to the side as he waits for her to get to the door.
The door creaks open and if Eddie had the ability to have breath, it would have caught in his chest. He stares and blinks his eyes a few times, sure his sight is playing a trick on him. No one could be that beautiful. But his better-than-perfect vision was always right, and there she was. It figures, right? His dream girl walks into his life after it’s already over.
The girl lets out another cough as she takes her first few steps into the attic. Eddie’s eyes don’t miss a thing. The way she reaches up to push some hair behind her ear. How she sweeps her flashlight back and forth across the attic, eyes searching hungrily. What she was looking for, Eddie couldn’t guess.
She walks into the middle of the attic and spins in place, taking in all the angles around her. A smile appears on her lips and Eddie’s sure he’s never seen anything so pretty. While alive or dead. It confuses him though, her sudden happiness here in the dark and dirty attic.
“I know you’re here.”
Eddie startles. He can’t remember the last time someone’s managed to startle him. She’s talking too quietly to be meant for her friends, whose steps and heartbeats let him know were still on the first floor. He leans in towards the girl, stretching himself to be closer to her. This close, he can feel the heat radiating from her body.
“Don’t ask me how I know, because I don’t even know,” she says. “But I know someone is here. Not a person.”
“But not a ghost,” Eddie answers.
She spins around suddenly, flashlight searching all the dark corner for where the sound came from. Eddie smiles and rests back against the sloped ceiling. She’s looking nowhere close to where he actually is.
“I never said a ghost,” she says. Her heartbeat is now the fastest it’s been all night, but it’s still not as fast as her friends’. Eddie would wager it’s more from excitement than fear.
“Then what do you think I am?” Eddie asks.
The girl swallows and Eddie can see the veins in her neck throbbing, causing him to sink his fangs into his own bottom lip.
“Right now? Just a voice.”
Eddie can’t help but laugh at her answer. She smiles at his laugh, and it makes the grin on his own face grow. When’s the last time he’s actually spoken with anyone?
“You’re braver than your friends,” Eddie says.
“Always have been,” she says. Her eyes are still roaming all around the attic, eyes even scanning over the dark corner he’s hiding in without seeing him.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he says.
“Where are you?”
Eddie debates with himself. Sure, she’s not afraid right now. But what if he shows himself and it terrifies her? Something tells Eddie that won’t happen, but he isn’t sure his dead heart can take the risk.
“Hiding,” he says. “You’ve looked right past me a few times now.”
She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. “You wouldn’t be the first person to tell me I should get my eyes checked.”
The grin on Eddie’s face makes his cheeks ache. He hardly ever smiles, let alone has this euphoric grin spread across his lips.
“You could get them checked all you like; you’ll never have vision like mine.”
“Are you invisible?” she asks, and it makes him snort a laugh.
“No,” he says. “Just hiding from you.”
“Why?” she asks.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he says, honestly.
She frowns and ceases looking around the room. Eddie’s instinct is to make it better. To say something that will wipe away the frown and put the smile back on her pretty face.
“You said I was brave. Now you’re afraid I’ll be scared?” she asks.
“Even the bravest people have things that scare them,” Eddie says.
“What scares you?” she asks, surprising Eddie yet again.
His brow furrows as he thinks about it. He never thought about being afraid of anything anymore. It didn’t seem like he had to, held up here in the same house for years.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly.
“You’re afraid of scaring me,” she points out. “That’s a silly fear.”
“Is it?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raising. “You know, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.”
“You wouldn’t be the first person to tell me I’m stupid either,” she says with a shrug.
“You don’t seem stupid to me. Stubborn? Yes. Brave? Definitely. Maybe too much so. But not dumb or stupid.”
“Can I see you? Please?”
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. He wants nothing more than to give in to her request. He feels like he’d give her anything she wanted. But he’s enjoying this conversation, and he doesn’t want it to end if he scares her off.
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” Eddie says.
“I’m asking to see you. At this point, you can’t look worse than what I’m imagining.”
“I’m intrigued,” Eddie says. He adjusts himself so he’s sitting down on the beam, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.
“I’m imagining scales and horns and warts. Or blue skin with all black eyes and eight arms.”
“I’m not a spider,” Eddie answers with a laugh.
“Well, I wouldn’t know that, would I?”
“You’re really not afraid,” Eddie says to himself, more than her.
“Nope.”
Eddie lets out a sigh, an expression of frustration rather than an outtake of breath. He slides off the beam, landing silently on his feet. His jeans have holes, and his black t-shirt is covered in dirt. He tries to wipe some of the dirt off without much success.
“To your right,” Eddie says.
She turns, flashlight bouncing in and out of the dark corners. Eddie steps forward out of the shadows, and into the beam of her light.
Her eyes widen as she stares at him, and Eddie metaphorically holds his breath. She takes a few steps closer, and Eddie pays special attention to her heartbeat. It ticked up a little, but it didn’t spike. He watches as she takes in his hair, her eyes following individual curls falling down his forehead. She takes in the clothes, only slightly dustier than her own. Her eyes scan his face and her pulse beats quicker.
“You’re…” She trails off, a million endings to that thought flashing through Eddie’s head. Terrifying? Dead? Evil? Pale as fuck? “Beautiful,” she finishes. Pink floods her cheeks as she stares at him, and Eddie mentally tells himself not to think about the blood rushing to her face.
“Well, damn, Sweetheart,” Eddie says. He sticks his hands in his jean pockets and takes a few steps closer to her. “First time I’ve ever been called that.”
“I highly doubt that,” she replies instantly.
He grins, careful not to show teeth, and shakes his head at her. “You’re something else.”
“So I’ve been told,” she says with a shy smile.
“Hey!” A male voice shouts up the stairs. The girl jumps and Eddie laughs at that being what scared her. “You okay up there?”
“Fine, Steve,” she shouts back down the stairs.
“Steve your boyfriend?” Eddie asks, head nodding towards the stairs.
She lets out a snort and shakes her head. “No, definitely not.”
“What about the other guy? Or one of the girls?” Eddie asks. He tells himself he should shut up. Why is he even asking you this? It can’t matter to him. But it does.
“Nope,” she answers him. “All on my own.”
“No, I’m all on my own,” Eddie says with a laugh. “You’re just single.”
“Why are you alone?” she asks, her brow pinching in concern.
“I don’t really fit in with…everyone else,” he says.
She takes a few steps closer to him, so they’re arm’s length apart. With the hand that’s not holding the flashlight, she reaches forward and holds her hand out to Eddie, palm upwards and open. He stares down at her soft, warm skin and wants nothing more than to slide his cold, hard fingers into hers.
“I can’t,” he says. His voice came out rougher than he intended, and the way she frowns tells him that she heard the sadness in his voice.
“Why?”
“You ask a lot of questions, you know,” Eddie says with a smirk.
“How else am I supposed to learn about you?”
Eddie swears his heart flutters in his chest, knowing that it’s physically impossible.
“Why do you want to learn about me?” he asks.
“Now who’s asking questions?” Her smirk makes Eddie laugh, and he realizes too late that he lets his teeth show. She’s as observant as he expected.
“Vampire?”
There’s no fear in the question. No anger, no malice, just pure curiosity. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, open and awaiting his answer. Eddie can’t believe she asked so casually and calmly. This was truly the surprise of his lifetime. Alive or undead.
“You’re smart,” Eddie says. He has trouble meeting her eyes, but she moves her head around to catch his gaze.
“Hey, look at me.”
Eddie steels his spine and looks her in the eye. She’s smiling and it’s the first time Eddie’s ever truly revolted against the idea that he wasn’t fully alive.
“So, are you more like Edward or Dracula?”
The question makes Eddie burst out in laughter. It makes the girl’s grin widen and it’s the first time Eddie really relaxes around her.
“Somewhere in between,” Eddie answers while still laughing. “I don’t sparkle or burn.”
“So, you’ve read Twilight,” she remarks.
“Do you think I have a whole lot to do in this place?” Eddie asks with a shrug. “I’ve always been a fantasy nerd so of course I’ve kept up with the books these days.”
“These days, huh?” she asks, tilting her head. “How old are you?”
“Am I supposed to say seventeen? And that I’ve been seventeen a while?” He smirks at her, and the blush returns to her cheeks.
“Team Edward, are we?” she asks.
“Well, duh. Like I’m going to pick the werewolf over the vampire,” he says. He looks at her face for a few moments before answering her question. “Nineteen. Been nineteen for around thirty years now.”
“Hmm, 80’s,” she hums. “The clothes make more sense now.”
Eddie scoffs and looks down at his jeans and t-shirt. “What’s wrong with them? You’re wearing jeans, too. And a t-shirt!”
“Yeah, but mine aren’t acid wash,” she says through a laugh.
Eddie narrows his eyes at her, which makes her laugh even harder. She goes to reach for his hand, as if out of instinct, and Eddie is surprised when he allows himself to stay still so she can. Her hand only jumps slightly at the cool temperature. She looks down at their joined hands as she threads their fingers together.
“So, you don’t burn?” she asks as she holds onto his hand, as if it was the most casual and comfortable thing in the world.
“No more than you do. Just feels like a bad sunburn, only I don’t turn red,” he says.
“Y/n?” a voice calls up the stairs.
Eddie repeats the name to himself and smiles. Suddenly, it’s the prettiest word he’s ever heard.
“Yeah?” she calls back.
“Robin’s freaked. We’re leaving!”
“Be right there, Nancy!”
She frowns and holds on to Eddie’s hand tighter.
“Y/n?” Eddie says. “I like it. A lot. I’m Eddie.”
She bursts into giggles, and he raises an eyebrow at her.
“Eddie?” she asks.
“Yeah. What?”
“Is your full name Edward?” She looks like she’s going to combust from laughter and Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Jesus Christ. Yeah, that’s my full name. You’re allowed three Twilight jokes ever, then that’s it.”
“Ever?” she asks with a smirk. “Does that mean I’m allowed to come back and see you?”
The hopeful lilt of her voice sparks a joy through Eddie that he didn’t know possible.
“I really hope you do,” Eddie tells her sincerely.
“I will.” The resolute tone of her voice makes Eddie smile, and he swears he’d blush if he could.
“I look forward to it.” Eddie bends down and presses his cold lips to the back of her hand. He feels her pulse jump beneath his lips and as strong as the urge for blood is that comes over him, the urge to keep her safe is infinitely stronger.
“Your lips are softer than I thought.”
Eddie smirks and her face burns bright red. She clearly hadn’t let the words filter through her mind before they came out. But Eddie didn’t care. The fact that she was thinking of his lips at all made him the happiest undead guy in Hawkins.
