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Soul Searching
Demon!Soulmate!Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Soulmates are rare, even rarer for demons, and yet here you are.
Warning: 18 +. unprotected sex, p n v, not really anything else I don't think.
Thank you to @my-malachai-stilinski for requesting more demon!eddie and @lofaewrites for beta reading💗
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It’s closing in on nine at night. Eddie had started his reaping early, hoping there would be more souls to claim when the streets were busy instead of waiting until two or three.
He was right. Of course, there were more wicked souls to take with him back into the depths of his home, to dump upon some imp who loved to torture and torment.
As the night went on, he couldn’t help but feel a shift in the breeze as he crouched atop a high roof, watching and waiting for another bounty. Then, the most wonderful scent filled his nostrils. It was like heaven, if there were such a place for him.
He sniffed the air like a hound dog tracking its prey. Magically poofing into thin air only to appear three rooftops away, he searched for what could smell so delicious.
It only took a matter of minutes until he found you. Your sweet smell permeated through the air and he felt like he could get drunk on it if only he were closer.
Souls usually never smelled this good, this intoxicating. The ones he encountered on a daily basis, the souls of the truly evil, smelled of rot and decay. Some even smelt of sulfur, pungent, and singed the nose. But not you. Your soul was a bed of freshly picked flowers, honey drizzled on a warm pastry. He couldn’t get enough of it.
So, he followed you into the night. Sulking through the shadows keeping a watchful eye.
In his diligence, he sees you stumble and in a flash he's behind you, catching you before you land on your ass.
You let out a small yelp, expecting to feel the hard ground under you. You don't. You feel two warm hands holding onto your waist, keeping you steady.
You turn around to thank your savior only to stop suddenly in your movement. You've never felt this feeling before, this warmth spreading through your stomach and the small tingles in your limbs. Yet you know what it is. You've heard of others meeting their soulmates but never had you imagined this meeting would make the group feel like it were shaking beneath your feet.
As you look at him, you realize he isn't entirely human. The back of your mind is screaming at you to cower, to run away and hide. But you don't. The pull of your soulmate stops you from being terrified by those curving horns protruding from his mess of curly hair and the spade tail that had curled its way around your ankle.
It feels like a giant lump in your throat when you start to speak.
"H-" you swallow. "Hi."
He stares at you, his golden eyes slit like a cat, taking you in. "Hello."
His voice is deep and rich, almost a purr.
Eddie thinks you smell even better up close. His nose is picking up even the faintest scents now, the blood running through your veins, the wetness forming between your thighs.
"Are you my soulmate?" You ask, eyes wide.
Eddie thinks for a moment. He'd never heard of demons having a soulmate. At least no other demon he knew had one, they all just assumed that would no longer have one thanks to their so-called "fall from grace".
But that would explain your smell. How it was so unique he had never smelled it before. It would also explain why you weren't running from him, screaming, trying to get away.
Finally, he speaks. "I believe so."
He reaches out his hand, fingers long and thick, and he catches your upper arm. It's like his mind has been taken over by some primal instinct as he pulls you flush to him.
You don't try to fight it. Instead, you nuzzle into him. He smells wonderful, like the smoke from a burning cedar tree and something you can't quite place.
Then you feel it. The arousal that's started to pool in your panties. You've just met this creature and now he's making you hornier than you've ever been, and you know he knows too with the way his fingers are gripping your skin.
Eddie is trying to hold off, trying not to take you where you're standing. He's been so lonely for so long and now here you are smelling so sweet that he just has to have a taste.
He slides his hands up to cup your cheeks. He surges forward while also bringing you to him. When your lips connect, he feels a strong tingle down his spine to the tip of his tail.
You feel something too. A sense of want and need but also belonging. His lips on yours feel like home, like someplace familiar, where you are meant to be.
Lips pressing on each other's he opens his mouth and presses his tongue into yours, slipping past your teeth and into the warmth of you. He hums and how well you fit together like this and can't help but wonder how well other parts of you will fit.
He lets out a groan when you slink your arms around his neck, pulling him into you more.
You've both become needy. Trying to devour one another in the half-light of the street.
You whimper, legs pressing together. "Take me." Your voice is quiet against his lips, barely above a whisper. "Take me please." You need him, badly.
Eddie hums against you. Hands still pressing against your cheeks, still pulling you to him.
You know this is going way too fast and so does he but carnal desires can't be stopped once they've started. Not if you're a touch-starved demon and his soulmate.
A gust of wind whips your hair and your stomach drops like when you move way too fast on an amusement park ride.
You gawk when you pull away from the demon to survey your surroundings. You weren’t on the sidewalk anymore. No, you were in a bedroom.
He watched as you walked around the enormous room. Fingers danced over the wooden posts to the bed. Your eyes were full of wonder as you took in what could only be described as a room taken straight out of an episode of Game of Thrones.
There were red and black fabrics thrown about the room, several rugs covered the stone floor. Candelabras were lit sporadically around the room as well as torched lining the walls between tapestries depicting gruesome battles.
You turn back to him and are met with heavily lidded eyes. He disappears only to reappear directly in front of you. You gasp.
He brushes a strand of hair away from your face as he says, "You are mine now. Forever." Then he's crashing his lips onto yours once more.
You crave him, so deep down in your core that it hurts to not have him touching you. So you claw at his clothes. The 80s metal shirt you hadn't realized he was wearing and the leather jeans.
He follows your lead, taking each item of clothing off until all that was left was his pale skin glowing in the candlelight. He carefully begins to pull your own clothes off, only continuing when you nod your head at his questioning gaze.
Then, when you are both naked, he mounds his mouth to your skin. Kissing and nipping up and down your neck and shoulders. He walks you backward catching you with strong hands when your knees hit the bed and give out.
"You're so soft…" He speaks his hands roaming over your hips and backside. "Never felt something so soft in my whole existence."
You can't help but chuckle and let your own hands drift over his strong chest, nails scratching, creating long red marks down his pecs and stomach.
Leaning up, you kiss him again. Slow and soft and all at once. You pull him down with you as you fall back on the bed. He follows, catching himself with solid arms on either side of you.
His body covers you completely.
You break away from the kiss. His dark, lustful, loving eyes stare into yours with an intensity you've never encountered before.
As you look back at him, eyes exploring every inch of his face, you ask, "What's your name?"
He looks a little shocked at the question but answers nonetheless. "Eddie."
You hum in response. "I like that name." You bring his back to you and kiss along his cheek over the bridge of his nose to the other cheek.
"Yeah? I'll make you scream it after a while." He grins wickedly. "But for now I would like to take my time with you. Feel you. Own you."
He takes his fingers and trails them lightly over the contours of your body erecting goosebumps in their wake. Starting from your shoulder, over your collarbone, between your breasts, and past your navel. They stop just above your pussy.
Impatiently you buck your hips.
"Now now." He admonishes, taking his hand away. "Don't try and rush me, pet."
You whine but concede.
His fingers begin to touch you between your thighs. Massaging into the plush flesh. You sigh, in contentment.
"Eddie-" His name is a whisper on the wind.
His spine tingles when he hears you. He never thought those two syllables of his name could ever sound as good as they do when you say them.
He wants to hear you say it again. He wants to hear you say it over and over and over until your voice gives out.
"Say it again," He growls.
And you gasp it out. "Eddie!" When his fingers gently push through your folds.
The wetness he finds between your legs has him vibrating. All this just for him, your soulmate. He spreads the slick around, savoring how you shudder in his hold when he swipes over your clit.
He doesn’t want to wait any longer, he’s hardly holding it together as it is. He wants to feel you wrapped around him.
So, he moves. Thick fingers wrap around your ankles and pull your legs apart. He slots them on either side of himself before pulling you flush, the backs of your thighs meeting the tops of his.
With no moment to waste, Eddie takes his cock into his hand and gives it a few pumps. He’s huge. Long and thick around. You have no idea how he’s going to fit but you desperately need him inside of you.
“Please. Need your cock in me.” You beg and wiggle your hips ever so slightly.
He just chuckles and guides the tip to your waiting entrance. You think it’s fine when he first pushes in, slowly. But as he keeps going, he keeps stretching you. In seconds you are turned into nothing more than a whimpering mess.
People had talked about how the first time with their soulmates had gone. How the sex was the best they had ever had, how it was so good they couldn’t get enough. But this… This was earth-shattering.
Maybe it was because your soulmate obviously wasn’t human but you know this isn’t the feeling that normal soulmate copulation tends to elicit.
You can practically feel you becoming one. Your walls are molding around him the further in he goes, and his cock hits every single spot inside you that brings pleasure. It’s been less than a minute and you’re already shaking.
Eddie falls forward, caging you in below him. His head rests between your neck and shoulder where he opens his mouth and lets his tongue lave at the sweat beginning to cast over you. Even your skin tastes sickeningly sweet.
His mind is becoming foggy, your cunt is sucking him in, forming to him. He can't help but mutter, “You were made for me… Fuck you feel so good.”
His lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His chest presses against yours and you can feel his heart beating against your skin. It’s all so much for the both of you.
You’re moaning, loud, and uncaring as he ruts into you. You cry his name, “Eddie!” He just growls when he hears you.
“Need you so bad.” He grunts. “Need you so so bad.”
You can feel him all over you. Every place your skin touches, even the slightest bit, is lit up, tingling with a sensation akin to icy hot.
It hasn’t been that long. He hasn’t been inside you for that long but you can feel that tightness forming. That all too familiar sensation of ecstasy banging at the door to be let out. You moan, trying to hold yourself back. Your hands cling to the demon, nails biting through his skin.
You can feel him smiling against your neck as his hips move just a tiny bit faster.
“Let go.” He says. “Let go and show me how good I can make you feel.”
It’s like his words have some kind of power over you. You can feel yourself letting go. That tightness pulling ever tighter until it snaps.
His grip tightens and he's pushing deeper, faster. Your orgasm crashes through you, washing over you in a powerful, unstoppable wave. You feel yourself trembling, your body shaking, and spasming.
“That's it. That’s a good girl. Feel so good cumming around my cock.
Eddie is still pumping into you, close to his own release. “Say my name.” He mewls, lips coming to slot against your own.
“Eddie,” You moan.
“Again,” He begs.”
“Eddie.”
“Louder. Scream it if you have to.”
And you do. You scream his name and as soon as you do you feel his cock twitch inside you and right after he lets go. Moaning and whimpering against your mouth.
He doesn’t move to get off of you, even after he’s spilled everything he could inside of you. He lays there, his body weight a comfort to you.
You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes as you savor the moment. He finally pulls away and you open your eyes to see him smiling down at you. He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips.
“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers.
You pull him to you, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and whisper in his ear. “Me too.”
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the devil i know
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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's.
In which the reader makes a pact with Eddie, a crossroads demon, for power and protection. He takes it a little too seriously.
cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, monsterfucking!!, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, way more plot than you'd expect, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, demonic possession, murder, there are MANY minor character deaths, animal death, trauma, depictions of physical and emotional abuse, graphic depictions of violence, bullying/harassment, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, tfw your accidental boyfriend is a demon who is obsessed with you bc he doesn't know how to be normal about anything ever, dead dove: do not eat
please check individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.
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Okay but what about something smutty about Eddie being your sleep paralysis demon?? He’s coming by to visit and terrorize you, but once he sees his delicious you are, wants to have a different kind of fun?
18+ONLY, sleep paralysis, nightmares, satire, no smut (ILY I'm sorry) just a wee blurb
Nightmare Factory Masterlist
Eddie is your sleep paralysis demon, but he's really bad at it.
He's new to the gig; he was sent there on assignment from The Nightmare Factory. It's just another job to pay the bills, one that he doesn't take too seriously. On the first day, he has this heart-in-his-throat moment when he sees you, and then he immediately feels guilty that he's slinking around in your room at night while you sleep. Life for a professional Sleep Paralysis Demon (SPD certified) is, indeed, a lonely one. It's a lot of lurking and longing, and he's starting to realize that he might not be cut out for it.
But then, one night, he's sitting on the side of your bed, telling you about his day in soft whispers that he thought you would never hear, when your eyes fly open.
He stands up to apologize, but all you see is a faceless, shadow figure standing at the end of the bed, watching you.
You try to scream, but no sound comes out. You try to wake up, but it feels like you already are, and panic sets in.
Eddie takes a few steps toward you, moving his hands, trying to explain. "Listen I know this is weird but hear me out---I'm not here to hurt you. This is just a job, that's all it is, and if they didn't send me, they would've sent some other dude. Not to sound like a creep or anything but I like you and--"
But all you hear is this loud shrieking, like a banshee wail, as the thing shuffles closer. You try to move, but your limbs feel like they are stuck in concrete.
Eddie takes a few more steps, getting right up by your head to look down at you, willing you to understand him. "I'm not trying to freak you out, okay, I promise, but I've been working up the courage to say that I like coming here to hang out with you. I just wish we knew how to communicate because I think we'd have a lot in common."
The dark figure is screaming in your face, right above you, and inside your head you are begging for it to leave you alone.
Eddie hears a whimper come out of your throat as if you are trying to scream and he realizes maybe this approach isn't working, and so he backs up. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going to wake you up now, okay? It's all good sweetheart, here we go, let me help you..."
You wake up choking on a frightened sob, and then you scramble to flick the bedside light on, gasping, on the verge of tears. You sit up in bed and pull the covers to your chin, eyes darting around the empty room, trembling.
Above you, Eddie floats on the ceiling, apologizing in a voice too low for any human ears to hear.
Later, back at the Nightmare Factory headquarters, he puts in his SPD resignation, citing emotional damage. A bummer in more ways than one, since those two months of SPD training were down the drain.
He goes to stand in front of the message board, to look at the job openings he could apply for. He can't help but wonder which one of the available nightmare positions would get him closer to you.
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Skull Rock Reckoning
Demon!Eddie Munson x Reader
Ohmygoodness. Like, holy shit, I got the coolest Hellfire Haunts request in my asks. I had it all ready to go, was going to save it in my drafts, and then it never did save. Poof. It’s just gone, not in asks or drafts, so I am so sorry if I am losing you in the tumblr mess!
It was a request for Demon!Eddie, using prompt #1 (I’ve waited lifetimes for you.) It was so so sooooo good, I just had to write it!
Summary: Imagine if Jason Carver and his buddies tricked the reader into going up to skull rock, and instead it was really a sacrifice ploy. They were trying to sacrifice them to summon a demon (Eddie) who is less than thrilled, but it turned out to be a soulmate encounter.
So! If this was your ask, please let me know, and I’m sorry I lost it in the mix!
Warnings: Dark!Soulmate AU, Yandere, Soft!Dark Eddie, Violence, Blood, Dubious themes.
Words: 3k
Jason Carver was the golden boy of Hawkins High, and even after he graduated, his name still carried the same authority.
Sure, you had seen him around. You remembered the way he laughed around his friends and how his eyes would linger when he thought you weren't looking when you two were in school. You knew of his popularity and affinity for the cheer squad. So yes, you knew of Jason Carver.
You just never expected to hear him call your name while you were cruising down the grocery store aisles.
The sound of it was strong, and you turned to see him walking down the aisle with a shopping basket in his hands. You stopped with a slight wave. The smile he gave you was jolting.
"Hey," He grinned. "Have you ever been up to Skull Rock?" He asked, leaning against the wall of canned food.
He had never initiated a conversation with you before, but then again, neither had you. You two ran different circles growing up.
"I can't say I have." You told him with a lazy grin, moving down the aisle to pick up a jar of peanut butter. He watched with mild fascination.
"We're throwing a little party up there for Halloween. Tomorrow night. Spooky things go on up there," Jason continued, and you walked alongside him.
You turned your head back to his, catching his stare. "You know, they say it was a place for satanic worship." He teased.
You rolled your eyes playfully.
"It sounds like a bunch of hocus-pocus."
He scoffed lightly, putting a hand over his chest.
"It's the best place to be. There are no cops, and there will be drinks and music. It'll be a lot of fun." He said. "And I wanted to see if you'll come this year." He gave you a serious look.
You had never been invited by Jason Carver to a party before.
Even when Steve used to throw parties, that was different. You knew Steve, had mutual friends with him. Jason was hardly an acquaintance.
"I don't know," You thought about it, weighing the pros and cons.
"Give it a chance," He smiled again. "Give me a chance. I can pick you up and everything."
You gave him a once over.
Jason wasn't a regular on your radar, but you did notice him. It was hard not to with his popularity and good-boy persona. And you didn't have any plans.
"Oh, what the hell," You nodded with a grin. His dashing expression was blinding. "I'll bring beer."
You should have known it was too good to be true.
Jason had his own agenda all along. You couldn't have known that it was a trap, that you were just another checkmark on his list.
You couldn't have known even when he picked you up in his truck the next day. He was a gentleman, complimenting your little black dress and bat earrings. You got all dolled up for Halloween. He even offered to help you bring your beer bottles to his truck.
For a fleeting moment, you were excited.
But as soon as you opened the truck door, his old basketball buddies jumped out. You were in too deep. You knew something was terribly wrong.
They dragged you into the backseat, covering your mouth and holding you down. The fight was laughable. There were four of them, covering your mouth with duct tape and surrounding you in the truck. They were terrible.
Your wrists and the crook of your elbows were taped. Above your knees and down by your ankles were taped. It was a little more than overkill.
And then, you were trapped between two of them in the backseat while Jason drove, one of his cronies messing with the music.
You couldn't fight off the roll of nausea in your stomach as one of them wafted something under your nose. Was it sage? Weed? It was disorienting, and you couldn't get away.
"Let's go catch us a monster, boys." Jason grinned, looking in the rearview mirror with wild eyes. "This is the year; I can feel it."
There was something deceptively charming in those eyes, something much darker than you thought Jason Carver could be capable of.
There was no Halloween party at Skull Rock.
You tried to fight against the hazy feeling in your head, even as Jason's silhouette in the front seat got blurry and you slumped against the backseat.
He was the monster.
The night was quiet when Jason and his goons finally dragged you out of the truck and into the woods. You had no clear sense of direction. You felt stoned, your legs swaying lightly as he carried you over his shoulder.
The terrain was rugged, and you could feel stray branches and pine needles hitting the back of your legs.
Your vision was blurry, even as they finally broke through the trees to a small clearing. The trees dispersed, and as you were turned around, Skull Rock was the least of your problems.
In front of Skull Rock, Jason and his friends had drawn a symbol on the floor around you. A pentagram, for fucks sake. It was surrounded by a ring of salt, and you looked at your captor like he was bat-shit insane.
“What’s the matter?” He cooed, crouching down in front of you. “We did this all for you. I said it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”
Two images of Carver swayed in front of your eyes, and you groaned out a complaint as he tugged you forward to the middle of the circle. Your knees dug into the cold ground, and you tightened your arms, trying to fight against him.
“Come on, don’t be like that.” He tormented, pulling a dark robe over his shoulders. “We can’t do it without you. There’s never been anyone in the god-forsaken town quite like you. No one is good enough. No one pure enough.”
Your stomach was in knots.
Around the outside of the circle, you could see the others lighting candles and setting down bowls of spices, crystals, and coins around the star tips of the pentagram. You thought your heart was going to beat outside of your chest.
“There’s just one more thing.” Jason tugged at your hands, and you looked at him pleadingly. “Don’t look so scared, babe. You are the prettiest sacrifice we’ve had.”
You hardly had time to notice the pocketknife he procured before it was too late. He was tugging your hands, laying them palms up into the air before slicing across your skin. Your eyes went wide in horror, and you went to scream but couldn't.
Your hands were shaking, your eyes blurry with the threat of tears.
The next thing you knew, Jason pushed down to the forest floor, straight in the middle of the circle. And as your bloodied palms touched the ground, the men began to chant.
There was a pit of anguish in your stomach.
The candles wavered, and as Jason and his goons chanted, you could have sworn that a thick fog filled the area.
You pushed yourself up to your knees. A wild wind blew through the clearing, and the smell of iron filled your lungs.
You were going to die there.
The chanting waned and wavered until the words were booming in your head. You could feel every unintelligible syllable in the crevices of your heart. It was a seizing, aching feeling. You felt like it would pull you in different directions until you realized the candles blazed with a burning hellfire. You could feel the heat against your skin.
Something was happening.
A figure slowly emerged out of the fog, sprouting from the ground in front of you. Tall and humanoid, you fought back the cry clawing up your throat. You couldn’t see anything except for the outline of two fiery eyes. It was clear to see they were angry. You needed to get out of there.
It was a man stepping out of the fog. The candlelight illuminated the shadows of his body. He was bare, save for several tattoos scattered across his skin, and his hair was a wild halo of dark locks that cascaded around his shoulders. As the figure came into view, you had to shake your head to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.
He was captivating.
Glowing eyes and a rounded nose looked down at the circle, his expression void of pleasantries.
"Abaddon, mischief maker, we summon you to the land of the living,” Jason’s voice boomed across the circle.
Even behind the ridiculous cloak, you could sense Jason’s confidence wane.
He got what he wanted, didn’t he?
The man, that thing, you thought, tilted his head to the side with a scowl. You almost thought you saw sharp canines poking into his bottom lip.
“We summon you with the blood of the innocent. That's what we brought you.” Jason called out with a snicker. “Hell, she might even be a virgin.”
Your head snapped from the figure to the cloaks, bile souring your tongue. You resented them, all of them.
The figure stepped forward, the dark fog swirling around his feet.
"You will do our bidding," Jason spoke bravely now. "We've called upon you, and you will obey my wishes-" But Jason's words faded as the creature reached its full height.
"No."
The lone syllable made your hair stand on end. You looked up at the man, what you so desperately tried to make out as a man, but it was fruitless. His movements were too smooth, calculated like a predator.
The heated embers of his eyes were harrowing, annoyance dancing across his features. Two short horns were poking out from under the mess of curls.
The creature stalked forward in the circle, and Jason took a step back, but you couldn't move. You couldn't breathe.
"I was not summoned here for you. I don’t serve you."
His expression shifted as he towered over you. The beast of a man crouched down to your eye level. It took everything in you not to scream or lash out. But you were terrified.
He was deceptively handsome, and the shadows of his face were illuminated in the candlelight.
His eyes, blazing with hellfire, changed, just for a moment. If you blinked, you would have missed it, but you could have sworn those dark eyes were brown. That they were almost human. But it was gone in a flash. The weight of the situation you were in was harrowing.
"You're not supposed to be here."
The low rumble of his words was unexpected, and you looked up at him in shock. His words were gentle, his tone leveled.
His eyes narrowed, burning with something angry as he looked down at your palms. You were clutching them both to your chest. The dark cloth of your dress and exposed skin bloomed red.
You were trembling.
He reached out slowly, tugging your hands away from your body before looking at the slashes welling with blood. You were too frightened to move as his eyes swept back to yours.
"They hurt you."
With his other hand, s sharp claw cut the bindings on your arms and legs. It was like he was cutting through butter instead of layers of tape. You watched in amazement as he pulled the tape back from your lips. The shuddering breath you took didn’t deter him.
The man's focus returned to your bloody palms, cupping his hands under yours like a bowl. His hands were warm, his touch slowly dissolving the tension in your shoulders.
"They tricked me," You whispered blindly.
Your focus shifted, fixated on the feeling of his warm hands in yours. Hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. You watched as your blood bled between your fingers onto his and down to the ground. A low sound at the back of the creature’s throat pulled your eyes back to his.
It was frustrating. If you thought about it for a moment longer, you would have realized the sound of it was needy, longing even.
“What the hell is going on?” You heard Jason curse from outside the circle, making you wince.
The creature looked at you, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, sweetheart," His voice was tender, apologetic. Clawed fingers trailed up and over the side of your face. His eyes danced across yours.
You could have sworn you were in a trance.
For a moment, the pentagram and the men outside the circle disappeared. You let all thoughts fade away, looking at the man in front of you. And you just looked at him, scanning the curve of his eyebrows down to the cupid's bow of his lips. He was so stunningly familiar. God, he was beautiful.
"Close your eyes." He instructed, and at your hesitance, he leaned in. His clawed hand cradled your chin, and you watched his eyes soften for the second time, umber pools staring back at you. He smelled of earth and iron. “I will not forsake you.”
His tone was your undoing.
With another long moment of looking at him, you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. He hummed in approval as you felt his touch fall away.
There was a sudden crack, like lightning, in the air. You could smell metal, the heat of it fanning your face. But you kept your eyes closed.
You were steadfast even when the sound of shocked screams and pleas came from Jason and his band of goons. And then there was a thunderous noise of thousands of wings flapping around. A low-clicking noise surrounded you. Bats were swarming the skies. The sounds of carnage tore at your senses. Your lip quivered before you could control yourself.
And all too soon, it was quiet.
Fear gripped your heart, and you were compelled to call out.
“Ad – Abm –” You started but stumbled. You didn’t remember his name. There was a gentle sound of footsteps crunching on leaves before you heard him come back to you.
“I’m right here,” His voice was darker but still controlled. “Don’t call me that name, angel.”
You opened your eyes at the endearment. What was staring back at you was almost human.
You were right. His eyes were brown with the slightest glow, and Jason was gone as you looked around the circle. They were all gone. And his attention was solely on you.
“Your blood,” He urged, pulling your attention back to your hands. “Sweetheart, we need to stop the bleeding.”
You nodded blindly. God, when did your hands start shaking?
He took your left hand and turned it over, dragging his thumb along the incision.
The wound closed before your eyes, leaving behind a raised, thin scar. You let out a breath of relief. Rivulets of your blood stained his hands, but he didn’t care.
The man hesitated when he dropped your hand and moved to the other. You looked up at him carefully.
“You called for me,” His words were heavy, and the air around you was charged with electricity. When you looked up at him, his face was set with the hint of a smile. "I've waited lifetimes for you."
Your heart was hammering in your chest.
You tried to stutter out an apology, that it was all a big mistake, but the shake of his head silenced you. His intentions were set.
"You bled for me," He raised his other hand and sliced into his own palm with a clawed index finger. "And I will bleed for you.”
Thick, dark ichor pooled against his skin. It wasn't natural. You closed your fist instinctively.
"But, why?" You dared to ask. "Why would you do that?"
The look he gave you turned into a boyish grin.
"Because you called for me. I'm bound to you," His eyes were tormenting. "You didn't think I'd go away so easily, did you? If you don't like the sun, I'll make it rain for you. I'll fix all your broken things. I'll keep you nice and close. I'll keep you safe. Don't send me away, angel."
The lilt of his voice was hypnotic.
You weren't sure you could turn him away. You didn't know if you even wanted to. He saved you.
As you listened, your heart ached. You wanted that. You wanted to believe him.
"I'm already bound." He tried again, inching closer.
His plea was so soft, so tender. At the call of your name, your breath hitched, looking up at those big brown eyes. He was looking down at you expectantly.
"Take my hand. Don't make me beg."
He was down on his knees in front of you, his face shrouded in shadows and candlelight. He wasn't the monster you thought him to be.
"Who are you?" You asked in a whisper.
You pushed yourself up to your knees, meeting his eye level.
"Just call me Eddie, sweetheart." He grinned, holding his palm up to you. "Please, take my hand. And I'll explain everything."
You weren't sure if it was the compelling look in his eyes or the softness of his words, but how could you say no?
He saved you. Eddie saved you from the monsters in the woods.
You took his hand without looking away from his eyes, feeling the heat and strength in his hold. You swore you could feel the inky ichor as it mixed with your blood into the cut.
And the way Eddie's eyes lit up? It was like you had hung all the stars in the sky.
But it was too much. The heat in your veins was all-encompassing. You could feel the nerves in your body going haywire.
Eddie’s toothy grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled you close before you could fall, sinking into his embrace.
There was a new excitement in his eyes. The candlelight flickered, more intense than it had ever been before.
He was already bound to you. But what he didn't tell you was that you were willingly binding yourself to him. Eddie wasn't worried; he'd have forever to find a way to tell you.
Back to Hellfire Haunts.
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i wanna fucking tear you apart (demon!eddie munson x steve harrington) 18+ only
Summary: Steve Harrington; tired, alone, guilt-ridden, comes home to find a mystery unfolding at his front door. Someone special lays in wait for him, ready to finally stake their claim.
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[content warnings: swearing, demon/incubus!eddie, hurt/comfort, gay sex, choking and brief fighting, hand/ring!kink]
PT. 2 PT. 3
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One thing to learn when living in Hawkins, (somewhat) fondly called “Satan’s Asshole” by a certain amalgamation of teens, is that once life gets somewhat good, be prepared for things to take a very, very sharp left turn.
As if Hawkins needed yet another disaster on its hands. A 7.4-magnitude earthquake, dozens of people dead, weird spore rain, and yet somehow, a witch hunt persisting through it all. Because honestly, who would believe them if they told the truth? Eddie Munson is dead in the Upside Down because he dared to play the hero.
‘For the first and last time,’ Steve thought, heart clenching tight. Bile rose quickly in his throat as he turned onto his street.
He’d been dreading this moment for days; going home to an empty, too quiet house to be alone with his thoughts. However, Robin had finally managed to shoo him away with a sharp look and complaints that he was starting to smell and his hair looked a mess. He’d tried, albeit halfheartedly, to insist on helping with closing down the makeshift relief shelter for the night, but even he knew that things were starting to catch up with him.
There were only so many things around town that Steve could offer help with before nagging memories and feelings that he couldn’t quite put words to bubbled up and consumed his thoughts. Despite feigning ignorance, the knot in his stomach tightened with each day he woke up, grasping onto dreams of final moments and tears and a regretful look in a pair of soulful, brown eyes. He definitely didn’t dream of the feeling of ringed fingers and frizzy curls and a mouth permanently set in a teasing smile, that’s…that’d be crazy, right? Dreaming about what could have been if he had looked a little deeper. Stepped out of this self imposed box a bit sooner.
Maybe he should have asked Robin to stay over tonight. Steve pulled his car up the driveway, lingering in his seat as he turned to grab his bag from the back. The collection of tapes they had gathered in preparation for facing Vecna were still strewn over his passenger seat; a small shudder ran through him. ‘Definitely won’t be planning on listening to any Kate Bush anytime soon’. His eyes definitely didn’t linger on the Master of Puppets tape and the rows and rows of white crosses that felt a little too on the nose.
Swallowing down that feeling, Steve reluctantly hauled himself out of the car, kicking up gravel as he shuffled up to the front door —
A sharp chill ran up Steve’s spine, settling at the back of his neck and thrumming something familiar in the back of his mind as the hairs on his body stood on end — his hand automatically slapped over his neck and rubbed at it harshly. His eyes swept across the tree line, squinting as he tried to focus on any sign of movement in the darkness.
Nothing. Maybe it was nothing?
Though if he’d learned anything over the past few years, it would be that whatever whacked out shit you had nightmares about could be very, very real. Suddenly, Steve felt incredibly vulnerable without his trusty baseball bat in hand. He looked back to his car, abruptly aware at how far the mere steps he had taken to the door now felt like football fields away. Better to just get inside and hope for the best. Just a few more steps.
The door was already open.
‘I definitely locked the doors the last time, right? Just being paranoid, that’s all. I remember locking the doors but what if I didn’t and my head just says I did because I’ve locked them so many times—’
Eyes gone a little wild searching the dark as his heart hammered in his chest, Steve sucked in a deep breath and toed the door open with the tip of shoe.
Before he could even think to fumble for the hall light switch, in a flash a hand had wrapped around his throat and yanked him through the threshold — Steve let out a choked-off shriek as he was whipped around, his back twinging painfully as he was thrown against the wall. Steve thrashed in the unnaturally strong hold, metal biting into the delicate skin of his already bruised throat.
In a whirl of panic, he scrabbled against the tight grasp the intruder had on his throat and kicked out desperately for anything that was in range — a string of curses erupted from the dark as he made purchase with what he could only assume was a leg.
The hand fell away and Steve gasped for air, reaching blindly for something, anything, to defend himself with — his hand wrapped around an umbrella handle.
Jesus Christ — hopefully no one finds my dead body holding onto a fucking umbrella for dear life.
Steve swung wildly in a wide circle to fend off the intruder, he finally made purchase again and knocked a loud grunt out of them. With a surge of adrenaline, he rounded in on spot the noise came from, bashing the umbrella down on the dark shape crumpled on the floor till gave a vicious crack as it split in two in his hands.
“Fuck — Stop it! Stop! — An umbrella, Steve? Shit!”
Huh?
Still shaking and panting heavily, Steve collapsed back against the wall, his fingers skating across the surface to the light switch and flicking it on, simultaneously terrified and desperate to see the source of that too familiar voice.
Huddled on the floor, covering his head with ringed fingers, was a familiar shape in a familiar leather jacket and familiar torn jeans— Steve let out a watery breath, knees wobbling dangerously beneath him.
“Eddie?”
The figure turned its head, and an accusing, deep brown eye peeked out at Steve from behind his hands, eying him carefully. Steve’s knees finally gave out and he slid against the wall into a heap on the floor. What the fuck? What the fuck?!
“Fuckin’ hell” Eddie groaned, “you done with the whole Last House re-enactment yet?”
“I’m dreaming. I’ve officially lost it, that’s all this is. A nightmare!” Steve cried out; he tried shakily to get to his feet, but his knees protested the move and his feet went out from under him. Across from him, Eddie slowly unfolded, sitting up against the wall with a grunt.
‘Fuckin’ tell me about it, you trying to kill me a second time?”
“You’re the one that broke into my house! You jumped me!”
“Look, I didn’t know who it was — “
“Who else would it be, this is my house!”
“Yeah, alright, I’m sorry okay?”
They both lapsed into silence, and Steve finally took a good look at Eddie. Besides the obvious dry, red stains and familiar holes and tears littering his signature Hellfire shirt, under the abundance of dirt smears and unnervingly pale color to his skin, he looked frighteningly…fine. Not even a scratch on him.
“Take a picture, Harrington, it might last longer.”
Steve sputtered indignantly, eyes snapping back up to meet Eddie’s, deciding quickly not to acknowledge to growing smirk on his face. There was an odd look in his eyes — their normal curiosity and warmth overlayed with…something else. Something far too comfortable and unbothered for someone who had just played out their own personal performance of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
But he’s alive.
As if pulled by an invisible string, Steve found himself suddenly overcome with the need to touch him, the urgency itching at his palms and hammering against his ribs. Steve shifted, tucking his still-jelly legs under himself and carefully, like approaching a spooked animal, crawled the short distance across the hall towards him. Eddie watched him carefully as Steve settled his hands on the torn holes in the knees of his jeans and nudged at them gently, pressing forward and making room for himself between them.
Steve kneeled quietly, disbelieving — his hands skated gently over Eddie’s shoulders before wrapping around him and pulling the unnervingly silent man into a hug.
“How…?” he whispered into his hair, squeezing his arms tight around Eddie’s shoulders; he definitely didn't shudder as those calloused hands that had set up camp in his dreams, finally settled around his waist, fingers slipping stealthily under the hem of his sweatshirt and pressing against his skin.
“Don’t think too hard about it, Stevie. Might break that big brain of yours.”
Steve pulled back from the hug to inspect him closer, pointedly trying to ignore the anxious flutter in his chest when Eddie’s hands remained firmly wrapped around his waist — and the nagging thought that this delicate reunion was very quickly slipping from a casual, friendly thing into dangerous territory. Steve stared down at Eddie, still trying to piece together and rationalize what he remembered happening with…this.
This just couldn’t be right…right? It’s fine. Don’t overthink it.
“I never thought I’d see the day that King Steve willingly crawls into my lap,” Eddie chuckled, “did you miss me, big boy?” Steve scoffed, but decided against arguing and averted his eyes to the tattered and bloodied remains of his Hellfire shirt. There really wasn't a scratch on him…that couldn’t be right. He saw —
“I asked if you missed me, Stevie.” Long fingers grasped at his chin with an unquestioning firmness and tilted it back up, back into the searching gaze Eddie had fixed on him. Steve swallowed the quickly forming knot in the back of his throat.
“I mean…yeah, we all did. Dustin — ”
“I didn’t ask about Dustin, pretty boy.” Eddie’s mouth twisted into a teasing, knowing smirk, his tongue poking out between his teeth. Where his teeth always that sharp? Steve had been called a pretty boy before, that one wasn’t new in the slightest, but it hadn’t felt like this. Not in the way that felt like molten lava was settling in the pit of his stomach. A helpless laugh escaped Steve as he reached up to swat Eddie’s hand away from his face — he shifted back, hoping to escape back across the room, hoping to dissipate whatever heavy atmosphere had descended upon them so quickly.
“Where’re you going, Stevie? Leaving me?”
‘We can’t leave him Steve, please! Please, just help me carry him back, please! We can’t leave him here!”
Guilt flashed hot across his face.
“No — No, I’m not leaving I just—“ Steve let himself be wrangled back closer, Eddie’s arms wrapped solidly around him with an unnerving strength, “I just wanted to close the door…”
“Trying to get me alone, hm?” Eddie ran a hand down Steve’s side, leaving what felt like a hot, burning imprint of it on him, settling an itching warmth under his skin. Steve stuttered, want churning in his stomach as he squirmed slightly under Eddie’s suddenly piercing stare. Firmly distracted, so much so, he didn’t notice the front door closing and firmly locking on its own.
“Maybe?”
“Good,” Eddie crooned, an easy smirk stretching across his face. “You gonna let me have you to myself, pretty boy? Help remind me I’m alive?”
Steve shuddered, the blood rushing to his face at the sudden shift. He got the feeling he had signed up for something he didn’t quite understand. Maybe that was a good thing, letting someone else take the reins for once. Letting Eddie take care of him.
“I’ll take great care of you, Stevie, I can promise you that.”
Shit, had he said that out loud? From the knowing tilt of his Eddie’s head, he must have? He didn’t think he did but —
“I wanna hear you say it, angel. You gonna let me take care of you? Let me have you?” Steve knew he should be wary; people offering you whatever you want on a silver platter like this is rarely ever a good thing. But God, the small part of his brain that was begging him to say ‘yes’ screamed at him, begged him to do something with this guilt and fear and desire that had been rattling around in him for days on end. Eddie…Eddie was good. Odd, but good. Kind. Someone that despite everything, trusted him. Dustin trusted him. He could trust him, of course he could.
“Yes” he breathed, relief washing over him at how easy the word came out, “but — are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you seem different —”
“Dying will do that to you — besides, maybe I’ve just finally figured out what I want.”
‘You want me?’ Steve thought to himself, face flushing as one of Eddie’s hands swept a long path up his back and twisted his ringed fingers through the soft hair at the back of his neck. Desire rolled through him, not even complaining when Eddie tugged harshly at his hair and tilting his head back to expose the long column of his throat.
“Who wouldn’t want you, hm? Look at you.” Steve couldn’t answer, or at least didn’t trust himself to just yet. Especially after being thrust so suddenly into the metaphorical deep end, with the Eddie Munson tugging on his hair and calling him names that should have made him more indignant than turned on. Steve felt dizzy with it already. He felt Eddie lean forward and press his nose against his throat, a low hum rattling through his bones.
“I wanna fucking eat you alive, pretty boy.”
Any logical person might have alarm bells blaring in their brain, given the circumstances. Instead. Steve’s hands settled on Eddie’s shoulders, clinging tight as he was rearranged to sit fully in Eddie’s lap, a gasp escaping him at the ease in which he was moved around like a doll. Steve lunged forward in Eddie’s grasp, capturing his lips with a groan of “yes” on his lips.
Eddie, one hand still knotted in Steve’s hair, pulled at it to angle his head to kiss him better, the other drifting down his side and squeezing at the crease of his thigh, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to raise bruises through the denim. Steve suddenly felt like he was starving, dehydrated, straight up dying; he whimpered against Eddie’s mouth, clutching to him for dear life.
Far too soon, Eddie leaned back, holding Steve firmly in place by his hair; his other hand abandoned its death grip on Steve’s thigh to trail up his neck, cradling the side of his face to steady him. Steve panted, and already itching for more, tried leaning forward to chase after his lips.
“Hold on baby, hold on,” Eddie cooed, stroking his thumb over his already red-bitten lips, “I don’t think the hall is the best place for this, do you? Or maybe you want me to fuck you into the floor — what a naughty little thing you are…”
I don’t care, just don’t stop.
A low chuckle filled the air around them, and before Steve could fully register what was happening, he was being hoisted into the air, fingers biting into his thighs as Eddie carried him towards the nearby living room without even breaking a sweat. He was deposited onto the couch, Eddie hovering above him and staring greedily at the sight before him.
“Such a pretty thing, aren't you Steve? Just waiting for someone to come along and give you everything you’ve ever wanted, hm?” Eddie lent down, meeting Steve halfway as he craned upwards to reach for him again.
Steve nodded shakily, hands reaching for Eddie’s face; Eddie let himself be pulled back down for another achingly hot kiss. Steve didn’t know that he could feel like this — so wild with desperation for anything he’d give him — he knew he should be embarrassed by how quickly his dick was pulsing to life in his stiff jeans. Instead, he twisted his fingers through Eddie’s wild hair and pulled him closer.
Eddie settled easily between Steve’s thighs, like he was meant to be there. He rearranged Steve with ease, pulling his legs to drape over his and yanking his hips up into his lap; spreading him out like a feast for the hungry look in Eddie’s eyes. Ringed hands trailed burning heat up Steve’s thighs, his hips, waist, chest — Steve’s head fell back against the cushions as one of them settled against his throat once more.
“Fuckin’ look at you, all spread out for me,” Eddie pressed forward to kiss him quickly, chuckling again when Steve chased after him, “what do you want, baby? Tell me.”
Steve could feel his cheeks burning hotter now, the red probably spreading down his chest by now. He didn’t trust his voice to actually get the words out, not when Eddie just grinned down at him, lopsided and teasing, his hand still wrapped loosely around Steve’s throat as he waited.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
Steve suddenly felt like he was about to die, overheat and explode from the desperation shooting through his veins —
“Use your words.”
Steve took a steadying breath.
“Fuck…please…just, take care of me, Eddie.”
That seemed to satisfy Eddie, at least for the moment. He hummed out a teasing, condescending sound as he bent down to kiss Steve again: wet and hot and desperate. Steve groaned against his mouth, shuddering when their tongues met as Eddie pressed closer; he writhed beneath him, digging his fingers into the slippery leather of his jacket.
Steve gasped as ringed fingers suddenly slid under his sweatshirt, pushing it up and over his chest, bunched tight under his armpits. His head spun deliriously as Eddie shifted forward, pressing like a second skin against him and grinding his hips down into Steve’s.
‘Oh, god help him,’ he thought deliriously.
Steve felt the thick length of him through their jeans, and he couldn’t help the leaping journey his mind took as he narrowed in on the feeling. God, this was really happening, this isn’t just some painfully realistic dream that he’d be sweating and cursing at in the morning.
“The name’s Eddie, sweetheart, God isn’t here.”
Steve keened, feeling more than seeing Eddie’s answering grin as he pressed his mouth against his throat, sharp teeth teasing the sensitive skin. The bruising mark was no doubt too high for Steve to be able to hide it tomorrow. Not that he really wanted to anyway. Warm hands skated back down his chest and as they went, teasingly swept across Steve’s nipples; he couldn’t help but arch up into it, especially when those hands pulled impatiently at his belt, nearly ripping a loop as it was yanked open and flung across the room.
Steve clutched to him and caught Eddie’s lips again as the man fumbled and cursed at the buttons of his jeans, slipping his tongue against his like he was starving and greedy for every inch of him. There was no use in denying at this point, not when kissing Eddie was more of a priority at the moment than breathing. Eddie finally worked the buttons open, cooing in appreciation when Steve mindlessly raised his hips enough for him to pull his jeans and underwear down his thighs in one victorious swoop.
Steve tried halfheartedly to be more helpful, shuffling, trying to kick the fabric off the rest of the way, but instead moaned startlingly loud into the empty house at the delicious friction of Eddie’s jeans against his leaking dick. He was suddenly, embarrassingly aware of how naked he was compared to Eddie, barely a hair out of place as he leaned back to get a good look at him.
“Oh, look at you, pretty boy,” Eddie sighed, satisfied by whatever he found on Steve’s face, “I’m going to destroy you.”
Eddie snaked a hand around Steve’s cock and pumped it slowly; a gasp punched its way out of Steve’s chest at the feel of the cool metal rings against his hot skin, twisting into a moan as his thumb swept across the sensitive ridge.
“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that,” Steve panted, gazing blearily up at Eddie. He only laughed down at him in response, twisting even harder on the downstroke. Eddie laughed loudly, and Steve was just…stunned. He’s so fucking beautiful it takes Steve’s breath away, still amazed that this was actually happening.
Suddenly, Eddie’s warmth was gone; Steve arched his hips to chase after the feeling, only to realize that Eddie was patting down his own pockets — he let out a victorious “ah-hah!”, producing a small bottle and packet of condoms from his jacket and laying them across Steve’s bare stomach. Steve shuddered in anticipation as Eddie maneuvered him to yank his pants off the rest of the way.
Eddie licked into Steve’s mouth, sucking on his lips and his tongue, and suddenly Steve was achingly desperate for Eddie to get a move on.
“Please, Eddie…”
“Shhhh, I’ve got you, angel.”
Comfort and safety washed over Steve’s brain, hardly registering as Eddie guided his body, spreading a thigh out to fall over the edge of the sofa. He drifted, settling into that place he had always longed for where he didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to be alone or strong or capable — he snapped back to his body as a slick finger teased at his hole.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before, what it might feel like. But feeling it and thinking it are two very different things. A cry tore out of Steve’s lungs, his hands jolting out to grasp at Eddie’s forearms. Eddie was unmovable, watching him with dark eyes as he pressed into him.
Steve moaned at the slow, burning stretch, licking at his suddenly dry lips.
Just as Steve was becoming used to the sensation, another finger was teasing at his entrance; Steve’s heart hammered in his chest as Eddie ran a hand distractingly along his hip, curling around his dick and twisting lazily.
“You take me so well, sweetheart — like you were made for me.” he whimpered, fingers digging into Eddie’s arms. He crooked his fingers, rubbing against a soft spot that had Steve gasping for air, hips jumping as he chased after the feeling. Smiling victoriously down at him, Eddie continued his assault on the spot, punching small, desperate moans out of him.
Eddie’s eyes were dark; dark and stormy and filled with heated lust and a teasing humor — Steve felt pinned in place by the gaze, unable to look away. Not that he really wanted to. A third finger slid alongside the others, immediately honing in and stretching him even further.
A low pleased sound rumbled from Steve’s throat, and Eddie echoed it, staring down at the stretch of Steve’s rim around his fingers. The pace was steady, thorough, the heat building unbearably in Steve’s blood. Steve was vaguely aware of the soft moans and whines he was making over the sound of the wet slide of Eddie’s fingers, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when it felt this good.
He was slipping rapidly back into that place of out of body warmth, and Eddie must have noticed it. His hand squeezed tighter around Steve’s cock, fingers turning slightly brutal and thrusting a bit harder than before.
“Feels good, huh baby? Like me filling you up, stretching you out?”
“Fuck, Yes,” Steve sobbed, half hysterical as he battled between trying to escape the onslaught or rocking back into it.
“That’s it pretty boy, such a good boy.” Pride ripped through Steve’s chest and just as he felt as if he might shake apart, split in two — Eddie’s hands and fingers were slipping away, leaving a dull, heartbeat ache behind. He forced his eyes open, not even realizing how tightly he had squeezed them shut, staring up blearily at Eddie.
If he’d had working brain cells at the moment, he’d have been a bit a little more for his wellbeing as he watched Eddie unclasp the handcuff buckle of his belt, eyes drifting to the sizable bulge straining against his jeans. Another belt launched across the room, and then Eddie pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough for his dick to spring free, bouncing and curving up against his stomach.
Steve’s brain had formed a halfhearted attempt at self preservation, but promptly abandoned it when one of those ringed, slick hands wrapped around it and pumped lazily. His mouth went dry.
Eddie grinned down at him, watching the journey flash across his face.
“You want it, Stevie?”
“Yes,” he breathed automatically, hands subconsciously reaching out to grasp at Eddie’s hips and haul him closer. Eddie let him, falling forward onto Steve; they groaned into each other’s mouth as their hips met; the relief and friction was euphoric. Steve knew he sounded pathetic as Eddie growled in his ear and thrust forwards, their cocks against each other.
“Don’t distract me, baby,” Eddie rumbled — halfhearted — as he leaned back, hauling Steve’s hips back into the cradle of his lap. Steve absentmindedly stored the information away that he enjoyed being manhandled, watching as Eddie reached for one of the condoms still abandoned on Steve’s stomach, ripping it open hastily with his teeth.
The predatory grin Eddie shoots him as he rolls the condom onto his length sent a shiver down his spine.
“You’re mine, Steve, say it. No one else gets to touch you ever again, do they sweetheart?” The fat head of his cock laid over Steve’s loose hole, grinding down against his sensitive, hot skin. He nodded, breathing out a quiet ,’yes’, desperately, ready to agree to anything, he just needed him —
A long whine pulled itself from Steve’s lungs as Eddie pressed into him. The air in his throat gone, gasping, closing up on itself as a heady feeling spread through his bones. He didn’t even register Eddie whispering to him, eyes watching wide and rapt as he gazed down to see for himself.
It was unbearably hot, Steve decided, feeling it and seeing it at the same time. “Shiiittt,” he whined, shuddering as Eddie’s cock spread him open; the endless, thick push of it made him feel like he would shatter apart from how good it felt.
He was suddenly being rearranged again, metal and skin biting into the backs of his thighs as they were pushed up into his sides. The shift in position punched a moan out of Steve, mouth going slack as the new tilt of his hips helped Eddie’s hips settle against his ass; Eddie groaned out his approval above him, squeezing Steve’s lush thighs even tighter.
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie moaned, leaning down quickly to lick into Steve’s slack lips, moaning into each other's mouths,“That’s it, good boy, take it all.”
The thrusts started off slow, slow but deep, driving home and carving a place away for Eddie’s cock. Steve shivered beneath him, breath hitching against Eddie’s demanding mouth with every press of his hips. He felt like he was melting in the heat; his arms latched around Eddie’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his skin as he held on for dear life.
The steady grinding pace that Eddie had set abruptly shifted, and Steve realized quickly that he had really meant it when he said he was going to destroy him. There was no hope of being quiet anymore, each thrust forcing the air out of him, in short, broken moans and slurred pleas. The force of Eddie’s hips pushed Steve into the cushions, sweat sticking the fabric to the skin of his back.
“Yeahhh, that’s it baby,” Eddie’s chest rumbled against him, and Steve nearly keened at the praise, the reverent, filthy tone, “that’s what you wanted, isn’t it, angel? Wanted me to keep you, fill you up, ruin your little ass for anyone else?”
Heat splashed across Steve’s cheeks, something very rapidly curling tight in the pit of his stomach.
“Yeah, I knew it baby, look at that face, so good for me.” Eddie’s eyes were hard, dangerously focused and tinged with a reddish glow when he finally pulled back to look at Steve — fingers clasping tight around Steve’s waist. Eddie fucked into him harder, faster, yanking him down into his thrusts as Steve moaned helplessly.
The couch was beginning to rattle threateningly underneath them, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.
“Nn—nngghh, Oh god,” Steve sobbed, “I’m dying,” he gasped out, half delirious, “I’m gonna die, I can’t — ” Eddie laughed openly above him as Steve scrabbled desperately at the arms holding him in place — something, anything to hold onto. One hand slid down, wrapping around his leaking cock again and Steve arched violently into the warmth, back stretching off the couch into a concerning bow.
“You can take it, good boy, just a little more, right baby? You can do that for — fuck — for me, yeah?” When Steve moaned brokenly, looking up at him with wild eyes and gasping out a poor excuse of a ‘yes,’, Eddie’s lips pulled back, teeth set in a harsh snarl as he doubled down on the pace.
”That’s it," Eddie rasped into the Steve’s ear, drawing his tongue up against the shell of it and along his throat, “Fuck-yeah, you take it.”
Steve wailed, nails digging into whatever skin he could reach as Eddie’s powerful thighs slapped into his, gasping and moaning as Eddie bit along his collarbone. Somewhere in the pack of his mind, Steve was aware that drool was sliding out of the side of his mouth, and it seemed that now Eddie was as well — he leant back, ringed fingers trailing across Steve’s cheek and gathering it, shoving two slick fingers into his gasping mouth.
He choked out Eddie’s name around the fingers, stomach clenching tight hearing his breathless answer in return.
“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie shuddered as his lips closed around the fingers, rings clanking against his teeth as his tongue swirled around them, “fuckin’ worth dying for this.”
Steve felt the heat and coil of pressure building like a firework with every breath — he whined as Eddie pulled his fingers back, smearing spit across his cheek as they slipped down to close again around his cock, tight and unforgiving. Eddie stroked him in time with his thrusts, a fast, desperate pace, leaving Steve squirming and shuddering and overwhelmed, trying to fuck his hips back onto him.
“Eddddie, fuck, I’m — I’m gonna,” he gasped, arms trembling as he reached out for him. Eddie indulged him, keeping the punishing pace as he leant down to him, lips pressing almost sweetly against his. He could feel Eddie’s heart thundering against his chest as Steve clung to him, fingers curling in his hair.
“C’mon baby,” Eddie growled against his lips, “come for me, you can do it,” he demanded, and suddenly Steve was seeing stars within moments.
“Yes, yes, yes ye—,” Eddie’s hips tilted just right, suddenly hammering relentlessly at that magic spot inside him, and Steve’s mouth hung open in a silent howl. Steve brain narrowed in, and could only focus on Eddie’s grunts and reverberating growls as light burst behind his eyelids. The world shrank down to the burning warm touch-points of Eddie’s hands, settling onto his hips as his thrusts began to stutter.
“Fuck yes, Steve —,” Eddie followed soon after him, and came with a snarl and barred teeth and rasping out expletives and filthy half-words. He bore down on Steve in the last moments of it, chasing his pleasure blindly and latching his piercing teeth into his neck.
Oh god, yes.
Everything went still and silent, besides the shuddering gasps and grunts shared between the two of them. Steve whined softly, his heartbeat ramming in his chest as he struggled for air — starting to come back down from the clouds as Eddie pressed wet kisses softly along his abused throat and up his cheekbones. He pressed one last kiss to his shoulder before leaning back and shifting and pulling out slowly, knotting off the condom. Steve groaned at the slide, shuddering as Eddie pet his side reverently.
The pair collapsed into the couch — Eddie curled protectively around him as Steve tucked his face into Eddie’s shoulder, still trying to calm his shuddering breathing. He looked back down as a finger trailed along his stomach, rubbing in words or symbols; Steve groaned, watching as Eddie’s fingers dragged paths of his own come along his skin.
“Gross, man,” Steve complained, halfheartedly slapping Eddie’s hand away. Eddie laughed brightly, sending another shudder through Steve as Eddie raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking the remnants off of his own fingers.
“Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” Steve draped an arm over his eyes to block out the sight, only catching another laugh from Eddie. Eddie pulled his arm back, leaning down over Steve and kissing him gently, carefully, and Steve leant his cheek into the hand cupping his face. A slight taste of copper filled Steve’s senses, though he didn’t really think too much of it. They locked eyes, taking each other in as their breathing finally settled.
Eddie’s curls draped down like a curtain, tickling his face, and he reached up absentmindedly to gently tug on them.
“That good, baby?”
Steve only hummed intelligently in return, skating his fingers along Eddie’s jaw, his cheeks, eyebrows; Eddie watched him quietly, eyes locked on his face with a knowing air to them. Suddenly, the embarrassment of how desperate he’d been caught up with him— his face turned an alarming red as he looked away shyly for anything else to focus on.
Please, let another gate open up and swallow me whole.
He shifted in place, cheeks burning deeper when the ache in his ass throbbed to life. Eddie chuckled darkly, knotting his hand back in Steve’s hair to bring his attention back to his searching gaze.
“You’re never getting rid of me now Stevie, you know that?” Steve blushed, averting his eyes, “Stuck with me forever, baby.”
Steve didn’t catch the red glint in Eddie’s eyes, nor the way that those words felt more like an indisputable truth than normal pillow-talk. He really didn’t have the mind to question it anyways.
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Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell
Author: copperleaves
Rating/Warning: Explicit, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT
Chapter Count: 7/7
Description: Edmodeus the demon is assigned the task of corrupting the innocent Sister Mary Elizabeth (née Chrissy Cunningham) days before she takes her final vows. He poses as an angel, she falls readily into his arms…and he learns that corruption can go both ways.
Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, nun!Chrissy, Demon!Eddie, a lot of firsts, when I said wow to other smut, DO I MEAN WOW HERE, smut, filthy filthy smut, the smut is the PLOT, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: Completed
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Dinner for Three
Demon!Eddie Munson x Human!female reader x Angel!Steve Harrington
Word Count: 2208
It's date night with two supernatural beings and before reader can eat dinner, she becomes the meal.
Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, double penetration, anal fingering, and sex (female receiving), p in v, threesome
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Everyone knows that old saying that you have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Well, some don't realize that it is a very true statement, at least for me. Either a blessing or a curse, I had somehow been granted the presence of two supernatural beings in the form of two of the hottest guys I'd ever had the pleasure of interacting with.
At first, their presence were just whispers, helping me to make decisions. Then slowly, for unknown reasons, they began to manifest themselves in physical forms. I had met Steve at the grocery store one afternoon and soon after I met Eddie at a bar in town while I was out to drink with a couple of my friends. I kept running into them more and more until we eventually started to hang out separately. It wasn’t until I saw the both with one another in town that we started to hang out just the three of us.
Now, I had no intention of falling head over heels for these two, especially after they told me what they were, but here we were, on date night number three. We each sat at my small dining room table, Eddie was on my right, while Steve was on my left. I had barely gotten to take a sip of my wine when I felt soft and calloused fingers sipping up my legs and under the skirt of my dress. I tried pushing them away with my own hands, but they were back in an instant.
“Can you two stop, I’m trying to enjoy this dinner?” I looked between both of them.
Eddie just smiled his wicked grin as he massaged his fingers into the fat of my thigh. “How can I stop when you look so delicious? I may just skip straight to dessert.”
“That may be the best idea you’ve ever had Demon,” Steve answered, his own soft fingers traveling further up my leg.
I gulped. Having the attention of both of them at the same time was overwhelming but somehow comforting at the same time. When both of them looked at me the way they were now, with sultry stares and tongues darting out to moisten their lips, it made butterflies flutter in my stomach and I struggled to deny myself the pleasure they could give me.
I tried to ignore them, to pick up my fork and eat the pasta it had taken me so long to prepare. Yet, in the end, when Eddie leaned over and began nibbling on my earlobe, the metal utensil fell from my grasp and clattered onto the plate. Steve wasn’t that far behind and eventually, his lips kissing down the column of my neck had me whimpering.
My legs squeezed together involuntarily. The two of them caught on quickly to the way they were starting to make me feel and quickly removed us from the table. Eddie stood up first, pulling me along with him. His hands were all over the skin of my arms which was exposed by my dress.
“How you torment me so, little human. You could bring a god to his knees.” His lips attached themselves to mine. A moan caught in my throat as he kissed me so sinfully.
Steve, practically crawled up my body, worshiping every curve and patch of skin. Slowly, he began to unzip the back of the dress, lips kissing my shoulder and down my back as he let the fabric fall, leaving my body bare.
“Nothing underneath, you dirty little minx.” He smiled, hands filling up the curves of my ass. His hands travel up the length of my body and pull my face away from Eddie, pulling me in for his own kiss.
I can hear Eddie groan as he takes both my breasts into his hands, squeezing them softly before latching onto the right one with an open mouth. I can't help but gasp out at the overwhelming feeling of both of them.
“Want to ruin you, Pretty Girl.” Mumbles Eddie around my nipple. His fingers play with the left one for a while, pinching and pulling at it before his mouth and hand switch places.
“Want to play with you, Darling. Give you something you’ve never experienced.” Steve whispers in my ear.
I roll my head back onto his shoulder. “What do you want to give me?” I ask in a daze.
Eddie takes that moment to pop off my nipple, rising to his full height and looking me dangerously in the eye. “The angel and I have talked and we would like for you to take both of us.”
I look at each of them back and forth, “B-both? But I’ve never…”
Eddie nods, reaching his hand up to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly. “We know. But with a slow pace and a bit of magic, I have no doubt you will be able to do it.”
“He’s right, love. You can do it.” Steve is brushing the stray hairs away from my shoulder as he peppers kisses there.
I gulp but ultimately I am not afraid. I have taken both of them separately before and in either entrance, the two of them should be no problem together.
“O-okay.” I nod. “We can try.”
“Good.” They both speak at the same time.
The next thing I know, Eddie is lifting my right leg up onto his hip. At a snap of his fingers, his clothes were gone. I could feel his hard cock poking into my thigh.
Looking behind me, Steve too had no clothes on as his palms transverse my skin. Down, down, down he went before finally stopping and groping at the globes of my ass.
Feeling them on me together was a new sort of high. My heart pounded in my chest as adrenaline poured through me. Each soft touch and firm grasp had my head spinning around and around. It was hard to focus on just one of them, so I closed my eyes trying to slow the spinning down.
“You ready baby?” One of them asked. At this point, even their voices had melded together.
I nodded my head anyway, ready for whatever they would throw at me. My body jostled a bit and then I felt the hard head of a cock being pressed along my slit. ‘Eddie,’ I thought, whimpering. He toyed his cock through my wetness, making sure to place pressure on my clit.
Both Eddie and Steve laugh as my hips buck into him, searching for more. Eventually, he pushed his head into my entrance. He let out a loud guttural groan, filling the room, as I stretched around him. He felt amazing.
“Fuck, yes.” I gasped, fingers gripping Eddies toned biceps, nails digging crescents into the skin.
“Does demon cock feel good in your tight pussy, Darling?” Steve asks as he leans into my ear, licking up the shell. “Imagin how good it will be when I take your ass.”
“Please, Stevie. Need you too.” My head lulls back onto his shoulder.
“Patience baby, need to warm you up first. S’gonna be such a big stretch.”
“I can take it,” I whine frantically, in need of as much pleasure as they could give me.
Steve only hums. His hands massage my skin before a steady finger begins to circle the puckered hole. All the while, Eddie is slowly pumping into me at a torturing pace, he might as well have been standing still with how slow it was.
“Take her other leg will you?” Steve asks over my head and Eddie obliges, taking my other leg my the thing and sliding it up. He was holding me now, cock hitting deeper as it seared into me.
My ass was spread wider and steve’s finger entered me. I arched my back, pushing against Eddie, at the intrusion. “Feels so good, Stevie.” I moan.
And this is where magic entered. Normally it would take more than a few fluid pumps for his finger to stretch me out but as he started to push a second finger in, scissoring the two inside me, I knew something was aiding in the process. I didn’t mind though, as it felt amazing and had both my cunt and ass clenching in need. I worried my lip between my teeth and moaned breathlessly.
“Look at you, taking my cock and his fingers. You’re such a good girl aren’t you?” Eddie coos.
I have no words, mouth hanging open taking in sharp, quick breaths. It’s honestly a struggle to nod my head as an answer.
Steve inserts a third finger and I cry out, clinging tightly to the demon holding me up. “More, more, more,” I mumble. There is a need bubbling up in my stomach and I can't begin to explain how much I need to be filled completely.
“You heard her angel, she wants more.” Eddie snickers, hips snapping once, twice, into me harshly before going back to a slow pace.
My back is pressed further into Steve’s chest and I whimper. Our combined body heat had me shaking. “You ready Darling?” He questions, fingers still working.
I nod, biting my lip hard to keep my noises down but that failed when Steve replaced his fingers with his cock. Slowly but surely he pushed his fat length into me, stretching me around him impossibly far.
A long drawn-out moan escaped from my lips. “Fuck, Steve.” Tears welled in my eyes as I was spread out and filled with the two biggest cocks I had ever taken. On their own, this would have felt great, but together? Together they touched every spot I needed and then some, making me feel like I had died and gone to heaven.
Slowly, in tandem, the two men moved. I could feel every vein and ridge on them. It was quickly sending me over the edge. Sweat poured from my body, limbs staring and holes contracting as I was used between them. Eddie had my legs held over his forearms and his hands stretching my ass cheeks out to hold me up but to also clear Steve's way. Steve was holding my upper body up, as I had gone limp in their hold and would have fallen over if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapping around me, one hand cupping my breast and the other moving to lazily swipe at my clit.
Stars began to appear in my blurry vision once they picked up the pace. They both fucked into me like it would be the last time they would ever do so. Eddie continuously pounded into my g-spot and with the added effort of Steve's fingers, and the fullness of both my ass and cunt, an orgasm was on its way. My whole body went ridged and my toes curled.
“I- I’m gonna. Ah! I’m gonna-” I cried, big blueberry tears of pleasure now falling down my face.
“That’s it, Pretty girl. Give it all to us.” Eddie dives in pressing his lips to my open mouth, swallowing my moans and gasps.
Steve hums in my ear, “You’re doing so well. Taking both of us so well. Fuck, you were really made to take both of us.”
I moan in response, fingers digging into the skin of Eddie's arms. Working me through my orgasm. They each began to grunt loudly. The sounds melded together perfectly, creating a musical experience in the room accompanied by the percussion of skin slapping skin.
Their once fluid motions began to fall off when my holes continued to flutter around them, squeezing tightly. Each thrust became just a little more erratic, the rhythm no longer there. Now, they were each fucking me like they wanted, taking the last of what they needed before letting themselves fill me full.
I cried out when Eddie’s hips came to a sudden stop deep within me. Soon something hot poured into my cunt and I know he was finished. Steve was close behind, rutting into my ass before letting out a strained gasp, cum shooting out, coating my walls.
They stood there for a moment, breathing hard, holding me high in their arms.
"God, you were amazing." They harmonized. I laughed, exhaustion taking over.
My body was pliant as they each pulled out, leaving my holes gapping and then clenching around nothing. An intense shudder rippled through me at the feeling.
Eddie kept me in his arms and carefully carried me to my bedroom where Steve cleaned me up. I was so tired out that as I closed my eyes my hearing was going in and out. I could barely hear the whispers the two men were sharing. Whining, I reached out to them, and then suddenly I was hit with the warmth of each of them as they climbed in beside me and sandwiched me between them once more.
"Did such a good job " praised Steve, fingers playing in my hair.
"The best," Eddie confirmed, lips peppering small kisses up the side of my face. "Get some sleep, sweetheart, you've earned it."
I spoke not a word, only humming in a response to them before snuggling further into Steve's chest and falling asleep.
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*One Shot* - Inspired by a post by dreamingoor
Steve goes back for Eddie after Dustin tells him what happend, and finds... not exactly what he’s expecting. After a brief scuffle and a few blows to the head Steve is able to finally subdue Eddie, or whatever it is he’s become, but now what? Chained and locked up tight - Eddie taunts, growls and screams at Steve all whilst attempted to free himself.
Steve comes back each day, playing tape after tape of Eddie’s favorite music from the other side of the door, trying desperately to quell whatever festers inside him.
All the while telling himself, there has to be a way to make this right... there has to be.
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Your post about your dream about demon!eddie reminded me of a dream I also had about demon!eddie. He was basically half human half like, this tall spindly creature and he was banished to live in an old abandoned house. His memory was half gone so depending on when you went he’d either semi remember you and not kill you or you’d be 100% dead. Anyway one night I took my chances and we ended up fucking 😂
oh I'm gonna always take my chances with those odds 🤣
but why did this also make me sad? why is he out there all alone and why is he losing he mind 🥺 It's kind of giving me drifter!eddie but without waitress!reader, and now I have to make sure he has a mate.
Let's both go over and check on him.
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demon!Eddie - almost there [5/6]
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It was more than just ‘Steve knows Eddie knows’. Most importantly it was ‘Steve knows and is in no denial about it’. The heavy scent of attraction settled on him like a brand. If Eddie didn’t know any better he would think he was actually manipulating his aura to taunt him. Whenever they shared a room, Eddie was distracted because Steve’s attention was all he could focus on. It was a back-and-forth of mutual awareness and what’s worse, acceptance. Steve came to terms with his attraction towards Eddie in a matter of a day and was wearing it on display for Eddie to see, knowing Eddie can sense it.
Bastard.
No more of the stale divorced-couple scent when Eddie walked on Nancy and Steve talking. No, whenever Eddie entered the room, Steve’s aura perked up like an overeager puppy.
Eddie was still the predator though and had one distinct advantage - while aware of Steve’s position at all times, he could not be sensed back. It took some patience, a lot of observation and hanging around but eventually, he managed to corner him alone. When Steve was leaving the bathroom at one of the movie nights, he pushed him back in.
The door slammed behind them but to his displeasure, Steve didn’t seem surprised. Instead, he looked at Eddie with curious eyes.
“Is it working?”
Eddie narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, feeling himself lose the upper hand yet again.
“Is what working?”
“Thinking about you.” Steve tapped his temple a couple times. “I don’t know what exactly you can sense but I thought it’s worth… experimenting.”
That picked Eddie’s interest. His eyebrows shot up.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked, a smirk tugging on his lips. It grew wider as Steve’s cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze. “Steve,” he purred encouragingly. “I could smell your horny thoughts from across the room. Tell me.”
Steve leaned on the opposite wall, arms crossed defensively. He licked his lips.
“Your hands.”
“My hands?” repeated Eddie. “Go on,” he prompted when Steve only nodded.
The man huffed, annoyed that he was expected to elaborate. As if Eddie would let him go with such a measly answer.
“On my ass. In my hair. On my throat. In my mouth.” He licked his lips again as if salivating at the thought. A dam broke and his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his arms. “Your dick,” and his gaze took a fleeting detour below Eddie’s belt loops. “I was wondering- how it looks.”
Eddie cocked his head in amusement.
“You don’t know how a cock looks, Stevie?” he teased, but Steve was shaking his head, face redder by the second.
“Your other dick,” he clarified as if it made any more-
Oh.
It was Eddie’s turn to flush hot. All this time, the filth and attraction coming in waves from Steve were about his demon form. His breath caught in his throat and Steve used this moment of weakness to be bold again, to drive him nuts.
“Is it big? How would it feel against me?” he swallowed, the sound wet and distracting. “How would it taste?”
The shame and exhilaration coming from him were now hitting Eddie both through his extra senses and Steve’s words, perceived tenfold by his delicious presence.
Eddie closed his eyes and let himself make a guttural sound, a purr growing in force until it was a rumble deep in his belly, straining at his bones, at his humanity. He licked his lips and he slipped, tongue swirling beyond a human one. Steve’s eyes followed, transfixed.
“Wanna check it out?”
Steve hesitated.
“Here? Right now?”
Their kids were watching a movie one floor below them.
“You had no problem fantasizing about me with our friends literally next to you,” Eddie reminded him with a teasing smile.
Steve opened and closed his mouth, red and tasting like shame and embarrassment. Delicious. Then he took a couple steps forward but to Eddie’s disappointment, stopped just within an arm’s reach.
“I don’t want any distractions when you show me.”
He could be embarrassed, curious, and horny but in the end, he was King Steve and his flirt bone apparently wasn’t gone yet. A choked sound pushed out of Eddie’s throat.
“Fine,” he spat out. “Let’s finish the movie.”
The movie was done and Steve’s aura settled into Eddie’s bones like a heavy blanket. It felt as if Steve got the attention he wanted and put it on a back burner, mercifully letting Eddie enjoy the company of their friends. It was still there though, like an itch you press on but don’t dare scratch.
Every now and then Eddie would feel a mental punch in the gut and when he looked up, Steve’s eyes would be on him.
Everything else was painfully normal. After a lengthy discussion on the movie they just watched, the younger party members were driven home and the older ones dispersed by default, muttering excuses of morning shifts the next day.
Steve for once didn’t have that excuse and it left him parked in front of Eddie’s trailer, watching Max run up the steps to hers. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his thoughts taking a detour as soon as she was safe inside and his cheeks grew hot because Eddie knew, Eddie could feel it, and he was sitting right next to him, not making any move to leave and Steve was suddenly regretting everything he said earlier in the bathroom but he also wasn’t because it made his guts twist unpleasantly and gods he was rewinding it all now and-
Eddie cut off his panic with a loud burst of laughter.
“I won’t bite unless you ask nicely,” he grinned, cocking his head. He turned towards Steve who resolutely didn’t mirror his position and gestured to the trailer ahead. “Wanna come in?”
Steve hesitated, his grip tightening on the wheel until his knuckles turned white.
“Yeah,” he nodded, voice weak, and Eddie chuckled.
He reached out to squeeze his elbow, running his hand up till he reached the tense fingers, caressing them.
“We can just smoke,” he reminded, offered, as an out. He was in no hurry now that he knew it was a possibility, even if Steve smelled like a snack.
The man finally relaxed his grip and looked at Eddie, his eyes roaming and that delicious spark filling the air back again.
“We could,” he agreed, a bravado in his voice pushed solely by the curious arousal, and damn if Eddie didn’t respect that.
The trailer doors shut close, and it would make Steve more at ease if after all these years something as feeble as doors still meant safety. But with Eddie on the same side as him, it was a bit easier. Strength in numbers, first and foremost, and it was hard to forget that Eddie was a 7-foot-tall half-demon. Having a friendly beast like that for protection took a significant weight off Steve’s shoulders.
A semi-familiar heaviness settled in his stomach instead as he watched Eddie’s back retreat towards the metalhead’s bedroom. They skipped the flirting and the wooing and Steve felt out of his depth. There was none of the required dance of attraction between them beforehand. But they were also two guys who faced the apocalypse with a bunch of friends. What even was normal at this point?
Steve stood in the doorframe, waiting to be led into this new ritual. He took a look around the room - small, but with so much more personality than Steve’s bedroom ever had. There were posters on the walls; cassettes and books on every surface. The guitar, dice on the desk, a dragon figure on the shelf. Everything so different and yet so normal
Eddie motioned him to the sloppily made mattress. The sheets were in a red plaid pattern.
“Make yourself cozy,” he offered, rummaging through his stuff until he emerged victorious with a joint and a lighter. He joined Steve on the bed, crowding into his space with no preamble. He snickered at Steve’s slightly panicked gaze.
“Wanna sit on my lap?” He teased but with a little hesitance, Steve nodded.
The fallen king kept surprising him.
He made himself comfortable against the pillows as Steve hovered above him, unsure how to slot their bodies together so Eddie helped him, spreading his thighs to slide on top of his own and looping his legs loosely around himself.
“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly, lighting the joint. He offered it to Steve’s lips who obediently wrapped them around it, brushing against Eddie’s fingers as he inhaled. He watched Eddie take it back to his own lips and take a drag himself, not breaking eye contact. When his eyes dropped to Steve’s lips he parted them expecting the joint again but instead he took another drag and pulled Steve down by the chin to shotgun.
Again, there was no playing around, no teasing, or tentativeness. Their lips brushed against each other, making Steve almost choke on the smoke, startled by the sudden shift. He leaned in, sucking gently on the retracing bottom lip and he felt Eddie’s mouth stretch in a smile. He pressed back, peppering light kisses on Steve’s searing mouth before leaning out of reach and placing the joint in them instead.
“This shit is expensive Stevie, let’s finish it first,” he reprimanded light-naturedly and Steve groaned in annoyance, taking a long exaggerated drag. Eddie laughed. He made to pull away but Steve snatched the joint away, inhaling deeply before leaning down for another smoke-infused kiss. The tip of his tongue brushed Eddie’s lips and in retaliation he let loose his own, tracing his mouth.
Steve pulled away sputtering, face red. Eddie laughed, snatching the joint back.
“Thought you were into it, big boy?” he teased despite his own worries. He never openly showed off to anyone. Not unless they could blame what they saw on the drugs.
Instead of answering, Steve’s hands flew to Eddie’s hair massaging gently his scalp, rubbing at his temples where he knew the horns would protrude from. The jock thumbed at the bumps under the skin, the facade instinctively crumbling in the familiar and safe space of Eddie’s room. He let them out, the jagged edges catching on Steve’s fingers
The man watched in morbid fascination as the skin stretched and thinned out, accommodating the fleshy yet hard surface of the horns. He touched, feathery light, the rippling amalgamation of skin, muscle, and bone. His fingers circled one of the horns, his eyes watching Eddie for any sign to stop. Eddie watched him back.
“Can you feel it?”
Eddie shrugged.
“Like any other part of the body. They are itchy for like a minute after they grow out.”
“Want me to scratch it?”
“Go ahead.”
So Steve did, rubbing his palms against the ragged surface, up and down. Eddie breathed softly beneath him and Steve had a momentary picture of himself doing a similar motion but with his hand down the man’s jeans.
“It feels nice,” Eddie informed him and when Steve looked down his breath hitched because, with a blink, Eddie’s irises were gone, his blown-out pupils taking the sole residence in the eye socket.
Another blink and the eyes were back to normal.
“Sorry,” Eddie winced.
“No no no no no,” Steve protested frantically, his hands cupping Eddie’s face, thumbs pressing just below his eyes, on the soft tissue of his cheeks. “Just shift, you’re not gonna scare me. Please, Eddie,” he added at the hesitance in the other’s eyes.
The metalhead sighed, a whistling sound followed by a couple deep breaths before his skin began to ripple under Steve, stretching and changing shape to accommodate the new form.
Steve bit his lip not to make a sound as his legs spread further on now bigger thighs, as the lips under his fingers distorted, making room for canines. Black eyes blinked at him again, now from above, towering over Steve.
Eddie just looked, waiting. Expecting Steve to slide off, turn away, to leave. Scream, even. Or even worse, look at him in disgust, lose interest in Eddie.
But no, all he could sense was the thrill of arousal.
Without a word, Steve took one of his hands in his to trace the long fingers and press the pad of his thumb into the claws. He tried lacing their fingers together but the size difference was too big to do it comfortably. Eddie felt a pang of regret, but Steve only pressed his thumbs against the calloused pads of his palm, murmuring with awe a quiet:
“So big…”
before placing the hand at his waist, which Eddie obediently wrapped around. His fingers easily splayed across his back, his thumb pressing deliciously below the hip bone. Steve sighed, grabbing impatiently at his other hand. Taking the clue, Eddie grabbed his other side, encircling his waist completely.
A shudder ran down Steve’s body and he slumped forward into Eddie’s space.
“Holy shit, Harrington,” Eddie flexed his fingers, mesmerized by the reaction. Even his low, gravelly voice seemed to be doing it for Steve. He splayed his hands on Eddie’s bony chest to feel it reverberate through his body. “And I thought I was the freak,” he chuckled.
“Shut up,” Steve bristled with no heat behind it, too busy pressing his face into Eddie’s stretched t-shirt, absorbing the rumble of his voice. “You’re warm,” he observed, his cheek smashed against him as his hands roamed the vast expanse of Eddie’s demon form. “Demofreaks are cold.”
“I really hope that’s a plus.”
“I really hope you don’t think I secretly wanna bone the Demogorgon.”
There was a punched-out sound that shook Steve’s body and it took him a while to recognize it as a barked-out laugh.
“Well, now that you mention it…”
Steve, with huge restraint, pushed away to look at Eddie. At his blackened-out pupils, his shit-eating grin the same despite the sharp teeth showing through.
“Don’t be gross,” Steve scoffed, his face twisting and it reassured Eddie further that he was separated from the real monsters in Steve’s mind. Well, this and-
He nosed just below the boy’s jaw, inhaling the scent of arousal, attraction, the guilt of wanting.
“I know, baby,” he purred, his voice vibrating through their bodies. “You wanted to bone me pretty much from the start, from the day I almost stabbed you through the throat.”
“I didn’t,” Steve scoffed indignantly, not an ounce of truth in his voice. He moved his head to bare his neck for Eddie to sniff and rub against.
“Did you like being at my mercy? Pressed against a wall?” Eddie pressed on, his hot breath ghosting against Steve’s collarbone.
“Yeah,” Steve admitted after a bit of silence. Eddie hummed against his skin, content to hear the truth. He licked a stripe up the column of his throat. Steve whined.
“Does that do it for you? That I’m bigger, stronger than you? Could snap you in half if you asked nicely?”
“Yes,” Steve admitted, this time without hesitance. A thrill went down Eddie’s spine.
“Then ask.”
Steve stiffened at Eddie’s commanding tone. The half-demon leaned away so Steve could stare at him with his glazed-over eyes. He licked his lips, thinking.
“Pick me up,” he asked first, hands flying to clutch at his shoulders.
Eddie did as he was asked, effortlessly hoisting him up and off the bed. Steve wrapped his legs around him tighter, breath catching as his dick pressed against Eddie’s belly. Eddie growled, adjusting his grip to slip one hand on Steve’s ass.
“Wall,” he murmured, crawling up Eddie’s body to reach his mouth.
There wasn’t much space in the trailer for the 7 feet monster that was Eddie Munson but they made do. Eddie pressed him against the wall of his bedroom, displaying Steve Harrington, former king of high school among his metal bands posters. He leaned down, pressing wet, uncoordinated kisses to his mouth. Meanwhile, Steve’s strong legs twitched against him, pressing him closer, fingers clawing at him, demanding to cave him in, crowd him against the wall until he was smashed between it and Eddie’s huge searing body. The man moaned, his hips jerking against him in the nonexistent space.
Kissing Eddie’s stretched mouth and huge teeth was hard. It was mostly panting and licking against each other, Steve greedily exploring each corner and every sharp point of his teeth. When he started sucking on Eddie’s tongue a tremor went through his body, pressing impossibly harder into the man, until his body started to protest.
Steve emerged for a desperate breath, the pain in his muscles making him lucid for a second. Eddie leaned back sensing his discomfort but Steve kept him close, fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Put me on the desk?”
Eddie would be ashamed of himself for following orders, from Steve Harrington no less, if only the man in his arms didn’t look so pretty and lustful.
“Undress me,” Steve ordered when his ass was sat on Eddie’s desk and he raised his arms obediently, looking up at him with a level of submissive trust that should be illegal. Eddie must have died that day with the demobats and was now in the place in hell where succubi resided. There was no other way this was real.
He pulled Steve’s t-shirt up over his head and arms. Then to Steve’s absolute delight manhandled his hips off the desk to get him out of his pants as well. Now only in his underwear, Steve raised his arms in a silent plea to be lifted up again.
His naked skin rubbed deliciously against Eddie, like a cooling ointment for his burning body.
“What now, princess?”
“Drop me.”
“Huh?”
“Drop me on the bed,” Steve clarified, going limp in his hold to make his point.
#sorry#theres only like 3k of smut left#demon!eddie munson#eddie munson#monster!eddie#demon!eddie#steddie#stranger things#st#st4#mine#ff#ficlet#steddie fanfiction#steddie ff#steve harrington#steve harrington is a monsterfucker#st.harrington
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Just want you to know I’m OBSESSED with demon!Eddie and I absolutely love this story. You’re spoiling us, honestly. It’s SO FUCKING GOOD.
demon!eddie has consumed my life for three months and counting, i'm happy i am not the only one who is unhinged for him 💕💕 thank you so much!!
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demon hunter! Reader and Demon! Eddie, you are called to help a family get rid of him from their old farmhouse and he rails you in the barn after seducing you
Oooooh see this is very creative anon. I usually don’t seem to get into much of anything that derails from the plot line of the original show/character but this is…. Ooooh this is something.
(tw: religious stuff??)
I’m thinking things like pressing your cheek into the ground of the farmhouse, thrusting into you so hard you know for sure there are gonna be bruises on your ass and backs of your thighs. He’s grunting into your ear, arm wrapped around your torso to keep your back arched up against him so he can hit that sweet spot at a pace that makes your eyes roll back.
“You come here to get rid of me?” He’d laugh, and not one of those hearty chuckles, he straight up cackles at how defenseless you are for him. How you thought you had the upper hand.
“This holy fuckin’ pussy belongs to me.. Nothing but a vessel for this cock, aren’t you? Yeah, I’m gonna keep haunting this cunt allll I want..”
Your crucifix is buried in his fist, the skin of his palm burning like you had coated the little piece of metal with acid. He’s choking you with it, the beads that adorn the pretty necklace you made strangling your windpipe just enough to make you feel lightheaded…
I’m stopping myself.
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie the banished#eddie the freak munson#stranger things#stranger things eddie#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson x you#demon!eddie#anon
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Steddie Paranormal Investigators!AU where Eddie was secretly a demon the whole time.
If you wanna read more about it check out @kissmejusttokissme who originally posted about it!
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In case you were wondering they're STILL bringing up cereal mascots
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