Update: I will take ideas/prompts/requests if you have any. Reiterating that I only write female readers with AFAB anatomy, and currently only accepting to write for Eddie Munson and Isaac Night.
CW: MDNI still applies, Isaac is a yearner, smooching
WC: 702
A/N: It’s short, it’s dogshit, but the brain needed to spew it onto the internet. Barely edited.
The rain was relentless, forcing those with their sanity intact to stay inside and find other activities. While your best friend Isaac, endlessly tinkered in the tower, you were buried deep in a novel, sprawled on your side, over the couch he had graciously hauled up for you to keep him company; a common routine recently established. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved having you around. You grounded him in a way that nobody else did. Unbeknownst to you, he had purposely positioned that couch so you would be within eyesight no matter where he was in the lab. A personal gratification he would never tell.
Isaac dropped the screwdriver to his desk, sighing in frustration. He had been working to perfect some new modifications for his heart, only to come across problem after problem. He’d had enough by this point. He looked up, to see you, content in your own world. He took in the way your tired eyes glistened, and how unruly your hair had gotten over a few hours. You were just so effortless. The simplicity of your beauty was something that had him permanently captivated.
His eyes trailed slowly over your soft curves hugged by well-fitted clothes, small slivers of your skin exposed where your shirt had ridden up. He imagined what it would be like to run his hands along your hips, stomach, ribs and breasts. You looked so soft, enticing. He wanted so badly, for you to look up at him with that beautiful smile he loved so much and coax him over to you just to kiss him.
Yet again, he was lost in made-up scenarios he yearned to be a reality. You had noticed the little distracted episodes, raising concern at first, but each time he’d brush it off as brainstorming, and you left it at that, opting to observe instead. While you had your suspicions, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Your skin tingled slightly with the feeling of somebody watching, and you lifted your eyes to see his roaming over your figure, bottom lip trapped under his top teeth. You raised an eyebrow and watched how his body deflated in a sigh.
“You okay there Izzy?” you spoke, amused. Your voice broke through the drone of the pounding rain, pulling Isaac out of his fantasy. He gave you a pointed look at the nickname.
“I’m fine, thank you,” he muttered, clearly embarrassed he had been caught. He leaned back in his chair, averting his eyes to the abandoned project in front of him. You tossed your book to the side, strutting over to him with a menacing smirk gracing your features. You stopped between him and his desk, partially seated there, blocking the view of his work.
“What were you thinking about? You’ve been staring at me pretty intensely,” you crossed your arms. For once, Isaac struggled to form a believable response, opting for silence instead. You wanted answers, and he could be a stubborn bitch sometimes. You moved forward to straddle him, seating yourself comfortable in his lap. He tried not to make his panic obvious, however the irregular tick of his heart gave him away.
“Talk to me, Izzy,” you demanded, tone low. You studied the way his breath hitched when you placed his hands to your hips. It was clear to you that the Isaac Night, notorious for being all work and no play, was experiencing a romantic and physical attraction.
He took a deep breath, “Can’t help it, you’re so pretty,” he said, his fingers digging into you, as if he were holding onto the last of his dignity.
“Hah! I knew it. You’ve got a little crush on me,” you teased, and he rolled his eyes, loosening his grip in disappointment, ready for the fun part of rejection. His worst fears were about to come true – he just knew it.
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he sighed, cursing himself.
“Yes you should have, now give me some sugar,” you retorted, wasting no time in grabbing his cheeks to press a kiss to his lips. You pulled back, chuckling at his dazed expression.
Leaning your forehead against his you whispered, “You’re pretty too.”
ok so in all seriousness father i was in a dark place mentally and your works really helped me.I was deep in an ed (sorry if this is tmo) and your writing generally put me in a better mindspace.i really appreciate you.
I can't even begin to tell you how much this means to me. First of all, I'm so glad that you're comfortable enough to be able to share this. That's more significant than you know, and nothing is ever tmi!!
Second, I apologise for taking so damn long on these other fics I'm in the middle of, life outside of my online world has been exhausting, and I'm finding it quite difficult to concentrate atm, plus experiencing a little bit of writer's block where I'm just unsure of where to take the plots (also trying to expand my vocabulary).
Third, I'm so happy that I've been able to provide a safe space for you where you can get lost in your imagination, even just for a moment. I'm so sorry that you've had to struggle through such a horrible thing, ed's are beyond fucked, I wouldn't wish it upon anybody. I truly hope you are okay.
Remember that you are beautiful, loved, cared for, appreciated and that you deserve to take up space on this earth.
Thank you so much for your kind words and your continuous support, even though I've been on a mini hiatus uploading fics.
Funny enough I was so in denial on my crush towards Eddie at first. When I watched the show the first time I was like omg I didn't grasp the depth of his character enough.
Then I kept watching Season 4 over and over just to see him and I would look for more content of him but I thought it didn't mean anything.
I actually hated him at first. I thought he was a fuckwit (and I was right), because I'm here like, 'how dare you treat my sons that way?' based on his first scenes, but then his interactions with Chrissy had me intrigued. I thought the way he softened around her was sweet, and then I fell in love after he began showing how awkward and pathetic he actually was.
Also how dare you roast Erica like that? She handed your ass to you. D e s e r v e d.
summary: You go over to Eddie’s to tutor him but end up comforting him after you witness something you really shouldn’t have.
cw: hurt/comfort
word count: 800+
You stand outside Eddie's trailer, double checking that you have the right one, looking at the slip of paper he scribbled his address onto. You'd hate to have the wrong trailer, but sure enough, the correct numbers were on the mailbox.
The grass is long and close to dead, a long strip of gravel going down the middle of it. None of it looks groomed but you have to admit that you kind of like it. It's imperfect, it's real.
A lot of the kids that you go to school with make fun of Eddie for where he lives, but you don't understand why. You're pretty sure they'd feel that way even if he lived in the nicer part of town. This is just another reason to pick on him.
They're all so concerned with what he's doing and you suppose you can't blame him for being so harsh towards you. He's just trying to protect himself and he doesn't know you. To him, you're the girl from the rich neighborhood, the popular one who's always nice but he seems to think that you're faking all of that.
But if he took just a second to get to know you, he'd know that you're nice to everyone including him because that's just who you are. You're nothing but a sweetheart-everyone else's word, not yours-and you're planning on proving that today.
Just as you're about to knock, the door swings open and there's a man on the other side. He's not the same one who you've seen pick Eddie up from school. The one in front of you has got to be his dad because the resemblance is uncanny.
You step to the side as he steps out onto the porch, Eddie following behind. Neither of you seem to be paying you any mind, caught up in whatever conversation they'd been having before the door was opened.
"I told you that I need to go away for a while." Eddie feels like he should have expected this because Alan's always been a coward.
"But you can't leave. The talent show is next weekend. The guys and I have been working really hard." He's teary-eyed now and you wonder if you should just leave. You've already seen way too much.
Eddie doesn't know why he cares so fucking much. Alan has never been a father to him, especially since Elizabeth passed away. Maybe because he always feels like people are leaving and that it's all his fault. Everything is always his fault, it seems.
"If it sounds anything like you do when you play in your room, I'll pass. Take care, kid." Alan gets into his car and Eddie chases it, calling after Alan, begging him to stay. He doesn't get very far and stands in the middle of the road, sobbing as he watches the car get further and further away.
This is just like Alan, always running away from his problems and he doesn't care who he hurts in the process. Now he's not only leaving his son, but he's leaving him in the care of his brother who never signed up for this. He agreed to take in the two of them after Elizabeth passed, but he guessed he should have known this kind of this would happen.
When Eddie turns in your direction, you immediately look away, knowing that he's probably going to hate you even more because you saw something you weren't supposed to. You should just go home and come back some other time but instead of heading towards your bike, you're making your way to him.
You stand in front of him, your own eyes welling up as you look at his tear-stained cheeks. You set your backpack on the ground and stay standing, waiting for him to make the first move.
He doesn't know what he's doing but he finds himself stepping closer, wrapping his arms around your waist as his buries his face into your neck. It feels so natural to him, like he's done is a billion times. And the shocking thing is that you hug him back, even rub your hands up and down his back as you let him cry.
He'd never let himself be so vulnerable with one of his peers, but there's something so comforting about you. You're not laughing at him like the others would have. You're just here, letting him get it all out without a single bit of judgement.
"Do you want to get some ice cream?" You whisper and his ears perk up at that.
"I don't have any money," he sniffs as he pulls back to look at you. He looks as you with those brown eyes, you know that they're going to get you in trouble.
"Don't worry about it," you wave it off. "My treat."
You and Eddie pull away and grab your bikes, agreeing to a race that he totally didn't let you win. And as you make your way towards town after letting Wayne know that you're leaving, Eddie decides that maybe you're alright.
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Hii, i hope you're having a good day 💖 i wanted to ask if you'd write something for Eddie with a vampire reader hahaha, something twilight-esque. Thank youuu
Omg I'm so sorry this took so long. I struggled with the end part so it's not amazing, but I still hope you like it. It's quite fluffy.
CW: MDNI, smut, fluff, vampire things that are loosely based off Twilight as requested, blood play, unprotected sex, p in v, blood drinking, Eddie falling in love with a vampire, very vague physical descriptions of reader, no use of y/n. TRIGGER WARNING FOR PARTIAL SELF HARM.
WC: 5.2k
A/N: The request asked for something Twilight-esque for Eddie and a vampire reader. I just want to make a small disclaimer, that I haven’t regurgitated the whole plot, I’ve just used some concepts of vampires and a scene and turned it into my own story. I’ve also made this quite a bit longer because I know damn well, that someone was gonna ask me for a part 2 with blood play and smut. So I added it in anyway.
Original request here
Eddie Munson wasn’t the most popular student in Hawkins High, or in the whole town for that matter. He had a terrible reputation that had put him on the receiving end of some awful bullying for quite some time now. In reality, he wasn’t as bad as what people made him out to be, but he did have to take some sort of responsibility for leaning into it and playing along. After years of trying to scrub his name clean, he had given up. There was no point in trying to convince someone who had made up their mind. That just wasn’t how the god-fearing folks of Hawkins operated.
With his reputation in mind, he often wasn’t one to judge others based on their appearance or their interests. He understood that the concept of being alternative is enjoying a diverse range of hobbies. However, there was one other person in the town that he just couldn’t figure out. You. He didn’t mean to be rude or judgemental, but you were just incredibly strange. There was nothing that you did per say, it was just, something about you that was different. Eddie didn’t really talk to you, as he found you quite intimidating. And in saying that, you were amongst the popular crowd, so the chances of you both crossing paths was unlikely.
Until one day, he had ditched the last period to find serenity in his dealing spot, hidden amongst the brush behind the school. Only, he found it occupied. There you were, peaceful as ever, taking in the scent of pine carried by the breeze, a wonderstruck look on your face as you watched the autumn leaves dance in the wind. You hadn’t seemed to notice him until the sharp sound of a branch snapped under his foot as he walked closer to you. Your eyes flicked over to him, but your expression didn’t falter, if anything, you gave him a small smile. It was actually inviting, which he hadn’t expected.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. It wasn’t a defensive question, he was genuinely curious.
“My apologies Eddie, I didn’t realise this spot was taken,” you replied, gathering your belongings to move.
“No! No, it’s – it’s totally fine. I just wasn’t expecting to see you of all people here,” he struggled to find the right words. He didn’t want to scare you off, after all, this was public property, and you usually had a group of girls surrounding you, so to see you on your own was strange. He stepped over the plank of wood on the opposing side of the table, and sat down.
“I know, I suppose you’re used to seeing me with a lot of other people,” you said. It was as if you’d read his mind, “but believe it or not, I prefer being on my own most of the time. This town is very peculiar, almost paranoid with the way that friends seem to flock together and hold onto each other like a lifeline. I’ve never had that before,” you commented. The way you spoke intrigued Eddie. He was used to the macho bro-talk where it was all ‘bitchin’ and ‘totally rad’, but you didn’t seem to subscribe to that. It was refreshing. It was the same sort of fluent eloquence he would find in ‘The Lord of the Rings’ or how he would speak through characters while he was dungeon master during a campaign. He wondered what you would sound like in a campaign, what sort of character you would play. A High Elf perhaps? You exuded a similar energy.
“I guess so. That’s just human nature. This town is also full of Christians who think an electric guitar is going to invoke Satan,” he joked, earning a laugh from you. He was easy to talk to, and nothing like the reputation that plagued him. And certainly nothing like the vapid wafer-thin souls that seemed to hover around her since she had first moved to Hawkins. He was sweet. That became the first of many following encounters and sure enough, a friendship had formed. The banter was easy, there were no expectations with Eddie. He had quickly become your rock, the person to keep you grounded. While things progressed, an unspoken tension had slowly formed and hovered over you both, the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice, and the little things you did for him, how you kept him on track. There was just one little secret locked hidden in you, that you weren’t sure you were ready to share with him yet.
Over time, he had picked up on funny little habits you had. He never really saw you eat anything, occasionally you’d just sip on a liquid that looked to be something like a wine, or a type of juice, and you preferred to refrain from being directly in the sunlight if you could help it. On a normal day, there was a fairy-like quality about your complexion, almost iridescent. Not a single flaw in sight. Staring into your eyes was a completely different ball-game altogether. A striking hazel glow he had never seen any human possess before, but no less beautiful since it belonged to you. While you had your rounded edges here and there, you had a certain sharpness. Every word, every movement, cut through like a surgical blade, precise and delicate, and he understood why people flocked to you so easily. You were so effortlessly charming and beautiful; otherworldly. Even your smile was a little too sharp for Eddie’s liking; the flash of your canines extended into perfect symmetrical points.
The more he noticed these little things, the more confused he became about you. At first, he had thought you were just a bit strange, and he wasn’t one to comment on it, because he was too, but it had become apparent that there truly was something different about you. He thought back to one incident in particular, back to your very first interaction.
One of the rare moments when Eddie Munson, the dropkick dipshit actually decided to join a class. You were relatively new, and were still finding your feet, learning your schedule, making friends. It was the moment he walked in, shit-eating grin taunting the teacher and curls wild, an old notebook clutched in a hand decorated with silver rings. He had stopped to stand directly in front of the fan blowing air towards the students. On an instinct, a physical response to his scent, your hand immediately covered your nose. And considering you were the only person with a spare seat next to you, he was already looking in your direction. He couldn’t help but be slightly offended. Shit, he didn’t smell that bad did he?
“Oh come on, sweetheart. I have showered this week,” he jested noticing your reaction. He wore the same grin as he sauntered over to sit beside you.
“It’s not that. You actually smell good. Too good,” your voice was strained; the pulsating drive in your body was clouding your mind into a tunnel vision. One that was meant for the hunt. And his blood smelt so fucking good. You struggled through that whole class, and made sure to bolt out of there once the bell shrilled, like the starting gun of a sprint.
Or the time when the two of you were sat with Hellfire at lunch, Eddie having the bright idea to play the knife game with the little switchblade he usually kept concealed in his back pocket. As predicted, he nicked the side of his thumb, the shock of the wound taking a full second to comprehend the surgical sharpness of the blade before it began profusely bleeding. The sight and smell sent you quickly into overdrive, the urge to wrap your mouth around his injury overwhelming, and you knew you had to get the fuck out of there, using the flimsy excuse of needing the bathroom. He thought your sudden shift in demeanour to be odd.
The two of you were sat on his mattress, his fingers tangled in guitar strings, fluidly plucking each one in a sweet melody he wrote, and you were busy sketching character designs for the Hellfire boys. It was peaceful. It was comfortable, and a picture perfect representation of your dynamic. Eddie suddenly stopped playing, and he placed his guitar back where it lived, hanging just over the mirror. There was quite the long pause from him, he seemed spaced out.
“Eddie, what’s wrong?” you asked, dropping your pencil to give him your full attention. He turned to look at your worried expression.
“I don’t – I’m not really sure how to ask you this, but…what exactly are you? I mean, you look human, but different. And there’s your strange habits on top of all that, your eyes, your skin, your smile, the fact that you avoid the sun and you never seem to eat properly. I guess I’m just confused, and if we’re gonna be close, I don’t want any heavy burdens and secrets between us,” he explained, nerves rising as he fidgeted with his rings. You just gave him a soft, understanding smile. You honestly agreed. It wasn’t healthy to try and maintain important relationships while harbouring esoteric secrets and expecting transparency from the other party. It was hypocritical.
“I must say, I have been waiting for you to ask me that,” you admitted, “but, if I’m going to explain everything to you, I need to know that, one; you can keep this to yourself, and two; that this won’t change anything between us. I’m still me, and everything I have expressed to you has been 100% real,” you said.
“I promise,” he responded eagerly. The anticipation was chewing through his skin; he felt like if you stalled any longer he’d have no skin left.
“Actually, before I confirm, I want to hear your theories first,” you said with a cheeky smirk. There wasn’t any harm in having a little fun with it, right?
“Hmm, I want to guess some sort of demon?” you could tell he was flicking through the memorised Dungeons and Dragons Player’s Handbook, picking up on any similarities between you and the countless creatures that resided between the pages. You shook your head, and told him to guess again. He hesitated for a minute.
“…a vampire?” he whispered, as if saying it out loud were the curse to begin the rapture.
“You are correct,” you matched his volume. His heartbeat raced a little quicker, telling you he was nervous, but not quite perceiving you as a threat. But the thick sounds of his pulse hitting your eardrums felt so good. The smell of his blood a little too enticing once more.
“Alright, before you get yourself into a panic, I can literally hear your heartbeat pounding, it’s so loud,” you winced at the thought of his poor veins overworking, “calm down, I’m not going to drain you of your blood, I don’t get my food source from humans, I drink animal blood. I guess I’m sort of a vegetarian but for vampires,” you said light-heartedly, and he nodded.
“We have unique abilities, so not all of us can do the same thing. Some are mind-readers, some are psychics, or they can control elements. Different subspecies bring diversity to our kind. And much like humans, not all of us are so nice. Many of us come from awful situations and this was our only way out, or some feel as though they have been cursed, the choice to live or die stripped from them,” you explained. Eddie was intently listening.
“There are pros and cons to being any creature, and I won’t lie, I do wish I were human again. I don’t want to roam the earth for thousands of years. Existing like this gets exhausting. I’m certainly not immortal, but our lifespan is drastically long. I guess I long for the idea of growing alongside somebody, and getting old with them, moving on into the next realm side by side,” you pressed your lips into a thin line, the realities of your existence seeming to be more bothersome as of late, “and while I’m grateful for the opportunities being turned has granted me, I can’t help but wonder of a life that isn’t so…agonisingly slow.”
Eddie felt his heart rate beginning to ease its pace, and his expression had changed into a sympathising one as he listened. He couldn’t imagine having something terrible happen to him, being so certain the end was near, and then switch into a completely different existence and relive the trauma of not only what had happened, but also being robbed of choosing his fate. Movies and books made it seem as though vampires were these relentless, malicious creatures who stopped at nothing to feast on the flesh of humans. But here you were: the total opposite. You were still just a girl with the same needs and desires like any other.
“I…,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “I may not be able to give you the chance of being a human again, but I would like to try and help you experience normal things, if that’s what you want,” he offered. You gave him a small, appreciative smile. An awkward quiet filled the room as Eddie tried to process everything.
He broke the silence, “So… how do I get to date a vampire?” He asked, suddenly bashful, twirling a lock of hair around his cheek.
“The same as you would any other girl,” you responded, smirking. You thought it was so cute the way his eyes lit up, the apples of his cheeks a rosy tint. He giggled in excitement and you laughed at his silliness.
“I have questions first. Can you turn into a bat? Just don’t get close to Ozzy Osbourne. And do you have super speed? Super strength? What’s your ability? Can I use it to fuck with Jason Carver?” he fired at you, excitedly.
“No, I can’t turn into a bat, so Ozzy won’t be biting my head off anytime soon,” you joked, relishing in the way Eddie’s face lit up at your understanding of his reference, “I’m not as fast as other vampires, but I am still faster than the average human, I am pretty strong, and I have prophetic visions that show me important future events. I’m not really sure how I could use that to fuck with Jason, but I can use it to protect you from him,” you answered.
“Hm. Yep. That’s good enough for me,” he nodded, but hesitated, “I have one last question. Do you ever get the urge to attack people? Drink their blood?” his tone turned serious again. One last attempt at reassuring himself that you wouldn’t turn on him, and you weren’t offended by any means, you understood the implications of your nature, and how fiction portrayed such distorted versions of you, obscuring the truth. It was through no fault of humans, you didn’t blame them, since even the mere existence of vampires was still in question.
“Honestly, yes. But it’s less of an urge to attack, and more that I can smell a person’s blood. That’s what attracts us. It’s like your neighbours cooking up a feast of all your favourite foods and being able to smell it and realising what you’re craving. Everyone’s blood tastes different. I don’t mean to scare you, but of everyone’s I’ve smelt, yours has been the best so far. But that could also indicate a sign of a deeper connection, rather than just food,” you shrugged. He stared, face unreadable.
“If I offered you a little taste of my blood, would you go on a date with me?” he asked. Your jaw dropped in disbelief.
“Eddie! You can’t do that, that’s so dangerous. Once it starts, it’s unlikely to stop. I have come so far with my self-control, I don’t want to ruin that now. Besides, you don’t need to offer something like that just to get me to date you, I would have just said ‘yes’ anyway,” you lightly scolded. You adored him, but you had quickly discovered that he was reckless. That little bit of danger kept him on his toes, whether it was evading law enforcement, or getting into fights with the basketball team. This was unchartered territory for the both of you. Too many risks involved.
“Oh – oh. You mean that? You really would’ve accepted?” he asked, sheepish and hopeful. You couldn’t stop the grin stretching across your face, and rolled your eyes.
“Of course. You don’t need to put yourself in harm’s way just to ask for something,” you assured him, scooting just a little closer, so your thighs brushed. He frowned. He hadn’t ever really just been able to ask for something and not have someone expect something in return. He lived most of his life in transaction, so his basic needs often required him to go above and beyond. He hadn’t considered that people will accept to do things out of the good of their hearts.
A usual Friday evening would often consist of a house party with deafening music, a scatter of red solo cups and standard teenage debauchery. This time, you skipped out on that to spend it with Eddie. Three knocks vibrated through the front door, a tell-tale sign of Eddie’s presence. Excitement and an unfamiliar nervousness filled your stomach like butterflies. It felt strange, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Gently, you opened the door to see Eddie standing there, a stack of his favourite movies and snacks clutched in his arms, with the goofiest grin on his face you had ever seen. You found the house parties and dressing up exhausting, preferring your quiet nights to decompress, and Eddie was more than willing to cater to that.
“You’re looking very giddy. What’s got you so excited huh?” you teased, laughing, which only seemed to make him even happier.
“I get to see you. Beautiful – ethereal – angelic,” he rambled, bringing one of your hands up to press a kiss to your knuckles. How you missed sharing these moments with another. You pulled him inside, taking him to your room where you had set everything up like a cosy little fort, TV ready to go, wine glass full of cow’s blood. You couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have a night in than Eddie.
“Have you watched ‘Back to the Future’?” he asked, pausing at the TV. As you shook your head, Eddie’s face dropped into one of horror, absolutely scandalised that you hadn’t seen it. You may as well have told him that Metallica had disbanded. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Yeah, yeah, shove it in,” you said. He did, and seemed to get distracted pretty quick, leaving you to the fort all by yourself. Attention span of a squirrel, honestly.
“I set all of this up for both of us, y’know? You don’t have to be so far away,” you told him. He hesitated for a moment, so you encouraged him again, “Come here, handsome boy, I want cuddles.” He got the memo fast and he smiled at how a vampire could be so needy. He made his way over to you, scooting under the blankets and wrapped an arm around you, while you sipped on your blood.
“What is that stuff exactly?” he asked, having got a whiff of a heavy metallic scent.
“Cow’s blood. The butcher gives it to me,” you said simply. He nodded and turned back to the movie. He was comfortable in his sweats, the ends of his curls still damp from his shower, the coolness of them tickling your cheek as you finished your drink and rested your head against his shoulder. You felt so content in his company.
The movie carried on, and eventually, you shifted, sliding your body down a little further to use his chest as a pillow, a leg hooking over his thigh to get closer, and your hand moving to rest just below the hem of his shirt that covered his stomach. Your cold fingers grazed over the trail of hair on his lower abdomen, earning a sharp gasp from Eddie. You secretly smiled to yourself but you could tell he knew by the way his lips pressed into your hairline. The pad of his fingertip rested under your chin, coaxing you to look up at him. The fondness in his eyes that boar into yours was nothing short of pure. It had you realising in that moment that his feelings for you were much more complex than you had thought him capable of. Perhaps that was just you being quick to judge, based on previous guys who had taken an interest in you because of your alluring nature. But a part of you deep down knew it felt different with Eddie from the start. He didn’t lust after you like the others had. He saw your depth, gave you space to feel safe enough to let go, not have to conceal yourself. Not once did he judge you. If anything he was fascinated, and continued to be from the very moment you told him you were a vampire.
His pupils dilated the longer he stared at you and you could smell the potency of his thumping heartbeat getting stronger, temptation dangling right before you. Slowly, he leaned down closer to you, capturing your lips in a small peck, a hesitancy on his part, as if waiting for you to back out. Instead, you did the opposite, reciprocating in a much deeper, locking kiss, sealing your relationship, surrendering yourself to him. You could feel the slight tremors of his nervousness beneath you; emboldening you to slip your tongue in to massage his, a small moan leaving him. It was bizarre how a creature typically portrayed as so terrifying could show such beauty in their soul and devotion in a single kiss.
Trembling hands came to rest around your hips and waist, anchoring you to his side. Meanwhile, the sneaky hand under his shirt had inched further down, to just tuck underneath the waistband of his sweats, nails grazing through the rough patch of hair that lie above his length. You were dangerously close, and his composure was wearing dangerously thin. His breath hitched once your hand came to loosely wrap around his tip, already flushed and hard; you could tell by the feel alone.
“You’re making it really hard for me to keep being a gentleman right now,” he breathed, closing his eyes. Little by little, his self-control was slipping, and you were enjoying pushing him to the edge, to see how much he could take before he cracked.
“You’ve always been a gentleman. You’re allowed to let loose,” you whispered. It was in that moment he realised just how seductive vampires were. He understood all the stupid decisions characters would make in stories before they ultimately met their demise. He’d give you anything you wanted; he was so devoted to you. Your spell was intoxicating. But at the same time, he had complete trust in you. He knew being intimate with a vampire was potentially a risk, but not once did he ever feel unsafe in your presence.
Something snapped in his brain, at your words. You were giving him the green light and to a degree, he couldn’t actually believe it. It was like the little inked bats that crawled up his forearm were tingling with excitement. He had the vampire girl fantasy coming to life in real time. His eyes shone in rabid excitement, and he put a little more force into his next kiss, hands unabashedly moving to grip your flesh and cage you in.
The hand that wrapped around his cock slid further down, spreading his fluids to create a slippery simulation of what was to come. The moan that reverberated in his throat was nothing short of sinful. The small twitches of his hips an unspoken plea for more, and you gladly relented and picked up the pace, until his hand grabbed at your wrist to stop you. You let go and pulled back from the kiss, concern etched onto your expression.
“I… wanna keep going, but, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum too quick. I need to feel you,” he panted. You smiled at how undone he had already become, and granting his wish, you manoeuvred yourself to hook a leg over his to sit on his lap. You were grateful for your current lack of pants, the baggy shirt sliding off your shoulder worn enough that it covered you, so you were able to get away with just wearing your underwear underneath. This was something you learned to do whilst observing your peers and consuming pop culture. It made you feel normal. Almost human.
Eddie wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your head, to expose your delicate skin, glistening in the dim light, casting just the slightest shimmer. He took you in, memorising every little detail, every mark, scar and vein that scattered across your supple breasts and shoulders. The slow cascade of his gaze down your sternum and stomach.
He pressed his lips against your neck, chest, shoulders, breasts, with a touch so light it felt like the silent flutter of a butterfly’s wings. His gentleness was unexpected; you had given him to go ahead to have his way with you, and instead, he remained in the realm of pure admiration and curiosity. It was strange to you how he managed to make you feel less like a carnivorous, blood-sucker and more like a human. Not once did he ever reduce you to that. He wasn’t always good at finding the right words, or making the right choices, but his heart shone through every step he took, and it was that authenticity that had you falling head over heels for him.
You took the smallest, most subtle movements to unsheathe his length and guide it close to your covered heat, the soaking wet fabric proving a bothersome obstacle. Two fingers were enough to hook it to one side, cold air sensitive and nipping at your swollen core. The tip of Eddie’s cock, angry, purple and desperate lined to your entrance; a gentle pop as it pushed past your folds and into immediate warmth and comfort squeezing around him. The fact you even produced heat was a surprise to the brunette. Literature clearly had that detail wrong; you still felt human, you just had a slightly different diet, improved physical attributes and sharp teeth.
You closed your eyes with a blissful sigh, as you sank down onto him; taking him as deep as he could go. The grip of his hands against your hips and rapid breathing told you he was in a state of overdrive, putting forth his best efforts to last for as long as he could.
“When I offered my blood to you, I was serious,” he said staring deep into your eyes. A defensive frown crossed your features, armed with all the warnings you were about to fire at him. He knew what you were going to say. And before you even could, he had beaten you to the chase.
“I know, it’s risky, and it’s dangerous, but I trust you. You don’t have to bite me if you don’t want, I can cut my skin somewhere,” he said.
“But what if I can’t stop?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“I trust you. You can stop yourself,” he assured you. The look in his eye was enough to tell you how much he wanted you.
He pulled a sharper ring from his finger and brought it to his wrist, gentle pressure pressing just enough to break the skin, tiny beads of blood appearing in a trail behind the metal as it dragged further down. The thick iron scent filled your nose instantly, sending a shock directly to the primal instincts hardwired in your brain. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, to simultaneously soothe the need and give you that rush your craved.
A shaky breath left you as you took hold of his bleeding wrist, temptation overwhelming you. You opened your mouth, tongue creeping just past your teeth, the hot, wet muscle meeting the oozing, viscous liquid that flowed from his wrist. Not once did your gaze leave his. You had him locked there in place. The sight before him was more erotic than the sex itself, even with him painfully hard and penetrating you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the taste of him, his appearance and outward personality the total opposite of how sweet he actually was. How sweet his blood was.
You couldn’t help the little moan that escaped you, or the way your hips rocked back and forth in a gentle motion, a choked gasp emitting from Eddie, his whimpers becoming more vocal. It stung and burned in a radiating ache towards his palm. He could feel the sharp points of your teeth grazing over the torn parts of his flesh, followed by your tongue sliding over, a pain that also had him edging closer to his brink.
It wasn’t long before feel of your mouth latched onto his wrist had him dizzy, a mixture of the blood being drained from him and the way your walls moulded perfectly around his length. He was suffocating in his pleasure.
“O-oh fuck, I’m… I’m…” he choked out, static clouding his vision as his body shot his seed directly at your cervix, and with that, you followed immediately, gasping and moaning through your own orgasm, having let go of Eddie’s wrist. You slumped onto his chest, catching your breath, blood spilt slightly over your lips. After a minute’s pause, you slowly lifted yourself, and wiped off the remainder of Eddie’s blood off your mouth.
You stared at him beneath you. His eyes were closed, chest heaving to catch his breath. He was exhausted, not just from the sex, but losing any amount of blood can make you feel light-headed and sick if no care is taken. You stood, trailing to the kitchen to find gauze and a bandage, and a glass of water bringing it to him to drink. He opened his eyes and looked at you in question.
“Hydration will stop you from feeling sick. Replenish your blood flow,” you explained. He took the glass with a lazy hand, and downed the whole thing, while you began focusing on soaking the leftover trickle of blood down his arm.
“I can’t believe you let me do that,” he breathed out, the daze slowly wearing off, reality setting in. He stared back at you again, unbothered of the aching wound you were tending to, instead admiring how beautiful and eerie you were. He sat up straighter, peering much deeper into your irises, as if looking for something he had lost.
“Your eye colour, it’s changed to red,” he said, amazed.
“Human blood drinkers always have red eyes,” you said, tucking the last piece of the bandage into itself, “but they will gradually change back when I return to my cow’s blood.”
“Until I give you some more of mine,” he sang out, pulling you back into his bear-like embrace.
“You cheeky little shit,” you smirked, knowing he was attempting to rile you up.
“Yeah, but I’m your little shit,” he teased, bringing you back into loving kiss, “and you’re my little vampire.” You smiled at him, before letting yourself relax into his warmth and resting your head on his chest.
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