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fuctacles · 2 years ago

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demon!Eddie - the tail [4/?]

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Eddie's tail swung lazily across the floor, its movements slow and hypnotizing and Steve could not look away. The Party reassembled in the Wheeler’s basement to tend to their wounds and catch up. That involved Eddie’s promised explanations.

As the stress seeped out of them and the exhaustion took its place, the metalhead's story devolved into a discussion on parallel universes that pretty much flew over Steve's head. The revelation that Upside Down might be a circle of Hell didn't feel so huge to him. In his books, hell was hell and whatever spawned monsters like Demogorgon certainly was one.

The tail slammed against the carpet, jostling Steve from his thoughts.

He looked up and caught Eddie's sharp smirk aimed towards him. He turned away, scowling. It was hard not to ogle a friend you just found out was half a demon. Sue him. From then on he tried to make a conscious effort not to do that though. Gods knew Henderson did enough of staring for the both of them.

Eddie did not seem to appreciate Steve’s efforts if his antics during their shared breakfast the next day (or however much time has passed since they crashed into a tangle of blankets and limbs) were anything to go by.

His tail - so similar and yet so unlike the flesh of the Upside Down monsters - flicked against Steve's ankle. Eddie seemed focused on the Party and their debate about something called ‘tieflings’, but when the long appendage circled around him, Steve knew the movement was deliberate. It crawled up, twisting around his calf, just a tad too hot to the touch, even if the gentle pressure felt nice.

Not wanting to attract the others’ attention, Steve nudged the tail with his other foot, trying to gently dislodge it.

Eddie squeezed his leg and Steve pressed his lips together not to make a sound at that, and the metalhead slowly detangled his tail away.

Steve quickly tucked his legs up and away and he watched as the corner of Eddie's lips twitched.

Nancy didn’t trust him. Dustin briefed Eddie on their previous misadventures and he totally understood the girl’s worry. It was still amusing to watch her fume while listening to Steve defending his case.

They tried desperately to get back to normal, as much as it was possible at least, and sometimes Eddie felt like they blamed him for ruining that, like it was his fault he was a fucking demon. But not Steve.

Steve, driven by some fucked up, therapy requiring reasoning seemed to thrive with the abnormal. Like he missed the thrill of life or death and saving his friends from mortal danger. He clung to Eddie in a way he couldn’t understand, relaxing in his presence like hanging out with a freak like him was the most normal thing on Earth. Eddie suspected that all the head trauma was finally getting to him.

For the first month after Vecna Eddie was under 24/7 surveillance. Nancy refused to let him hang out with the kids unsupervised. At first, they made excuses to hang out with the whole group - grilling Eddie with questions being the perfect excuse. As time passed his chaperones dwindled in size until more often than not it was just Steve, sometimes with Robin, supervising him.

One of these days Eddie would be DMing as usual, and in the corner would be Steve, reading a comic with one eye and listening to Eddie's antics with one ear. Eddie knew because sparks of interest were flying from him whenever he raised his voice for a more dramatic effect. As fun as it was, he wanted to focus on the game though. And Steve made it annoyingly difficult. So as the party settled to rest before the next day of adventuring, a break was announced. Eddie jumped off his throne and stretched, the feeling of Steve's gaze heavy on his body.

The kids scampered off for bathroom breaks and snack refills but the metalhead approached his chaperone on the couch who gave him a questioning look. Eddie didn't stop until he was standing between Steve's spread legs and could rest his hand on his knees.

Strawberries.

Eddie licked his lips.

Dark chocolate.

“How’s the comic?”

Steve’s eyes widened comically at the question and it could only be funnier if the issue of Batman he was holding was upside down. He looked at the colourful panels in front of his face.

“It’s okay,’ he shrugged.

“Okay,” repeated Eddie and a devilish smirk was the only warning he gave before snatching the comic out of Steve’s grip.

“Hey!” Steve tried to get it back but Eddie pushed him firmly back on the cushions, the comic held out of reach in his other hand.

“I just want to check your reading comprehension,” Eddie tutted, stunning Steve into compliance. He took a step back and leafed through the section the boy had read. He hummed theatrically before tapping the page.

“What’s the name of Batman’s butler?” He asks and Steve scoffs. Boy, is that attitude going to get him in trouble.

“Alfred,” he answers all cocky, saying ‘easy’ with every fibre of his being. So Eddie asked another question.

“What’s the name of the city he protects?”

Steve opens his mouth. Closes it.

“New York?” He tries.

“That would be Spider-man,” Eddie smiles at him sweetly. He watched Steve scrunch his nose in thought for another few seconds before turning his gaze back to the comic. “Steve, this is mentioned on almost every page,” he pointed out with exaggerated concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Must have slipped my mind,” Steve murmured, looking away, anywhere but Eddie looming over him.

��Am I distracting you?”

Steve’s attention snapped back to him with a delicious spike of panic. The sweet aura of attraction washed over Eddie’s senses.

“No?”

“Do you really think I'm a threat?”

And that really threw Steve off balance. He reeled back, face scrunched in confusion.

“What?”

“Worried the big bad hellspawn will eat your kids alive?” He cooed and Steve was shaking his head before the sentence even ended.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So why are you here? You could watch some tv upstairs, even Nancy doesn’t keep guard around the clock when we’re playing.”

Steve looked around the room, gaze avoiding Eddie like he was looking for a good enough excuse.

“I like the company,” he settled on with a shrug, his gaze plastered somewhere around Eddie’s shoulder. It was a good lie, Eddie could give it to him because it wasn’t a lie per se. A partial truth if you will.

He dropped the comic on the cushion next to Steve and dropped to a crouch, settling himself between the boy’s legs, elbows digging into the soft flesh of his thighs, leaning in as he reeled back.

“What I wanted to say is that my sin-sensitive nose,” he tapped the side of his nose with his index finger. “Can smell your boner and it’s distracting to me. Yanks me back from the lively streets of Neverwinter, you know?” He toned down his smile, trying to convey how serious he was despite the overwhelming urge to cackle at Steve’s gaping mouth. He squeezed his knees for good measure as he hauled himself up.

“And I really hope it’s because of me, considering there’s a table full of minors in the room,” he added, a shit-eating grin taking over his face. Not every day one could see Steve Harrington on the verge of blacking out. He looked angry and panicked at the same time, stuck in a red-hued palette of emotions.

He shot up from his seat.

“I’m not into kids,” he murmured, startled at the sudden proximity but Eddie wasn’t going to move an inch. Steve had to basically squeeze between the metalhead and the couch to escape. The party was thudding loudly down the steps, giving him enough clarity to move upward.

“Gonna go watch TV,” he explained shortly to no one in particular.

“Good boy,” Eddie purred in contentment and Steve tripped on the first step. Not intending to cause him any (more) physical trauma, he just chuckled to himself, turning back to the kids and their game.

“Break’s over, time to stab some innocent fucking NPCs.”

“That was one time!” Dustin screeched indignantly.

“One time too many, Henderson, poor Tristan had many campaigns ahead of him!”

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fuctacles · 2 years ago

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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.

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demon!Eddie - the filth [6/6]

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Steve’s almost naked body bounced on the mattress. His arms immediately reached out asking for Eddie who crawled over him, caging him under his huge body. The smaller man clawed at him and hooked his leg around his waist trying to bring him closer, his body arching up for friction.

Eddie couldn’t help the growly chuckle at his antics. He could smell the lust radiating off of him in waves and he buried his face in Steve’s chest hair with a delighted purr.

“You smell so good,” he praised. He nosed over his pecs, pressing his tongue to his nipple and eliciting delicious whimpers. Steve’s hand slid into his hair, scratching his scalp, indecisive between pulling on the wavy strands and pushing him closer. When his grasp slipped onto the horns, a thrill went down Eddie’s spine all the way to his tail, which slammed against the mattress.

Steve’s glazed-over eyes snapped down to it, suddenly reminded of its existence. He bit his lip, pulling at Eddie’s horns with impatience.

“Touch me,” he whined and Eddie huffed at the damp patch of chest hair in front f him. He pointedly bit into one of his pecs, looking up into his eyes.

“I am touching you, baby.”

“My dick,” Steve clarified impatiently, bucking his hips. “Touch my dick.”

Eddie let out a hungry growl before squeezing Steve’s waist with one clawed hand and obediently sliding it lower to palm at his erection.

Steve let out a choked-out moan, rubbing against the newfound pressure. It distracted him enough for Eddie to detangle from his grasp and sit up. He admired the man in his bed for a second, chest slick with sweat and saliva, reddened with bite marks, before pulling him closer by the waist and manhandling him to get his underwear off over his ass and down his legs. With his bare ass resting on display on Eddie's thighs and legs up in the air, Steve’s eyes fluttered with pleasure.

Soaking in it the sensation reverberating through Eddie’s demonic core, he grabbed the boy’s thighs, easily wrapping a hand around each and spreading them to take a closer look.

“Such a pretty little dick,” he cooed. He pulled the man even higher against himself, bending his body to the verge of discomfort, so he could nose and mouth around his groin, the soft tissue of his inner thighs and underbelly. He slid his tongue around the base of Steve’s dick and pumped once, twice with it, before swallowing him whole without a warning.

Steve let out an unholy shout when the tip of his dick hit the back of Eddie’s throat. The metalhead swallowed around him, swirling his tongue in a way he didn’t even know was possible until now, jaw relaxed not to risk any accident with his canines. His nose rested in the coarse hair below Steve’s navel, his musk and lust surrounding him. He held him tight as he trashed around the mattress, lost in pleasure. It didn’t take him much more before spilling down Eddie’s throat. Some of it he swallowed and some he let spill out down his tongue, on the man’s belly.

Half out of it, Steve traced his fingers through the mess, spreading it further over himself, matting his chest hairs with it. Eddie groaned, bucking his hips at the sight. This seemed to sober up the man beneath him.

Steve pressed his ass against the bulge in Eddie’s pants. He squirmed against it.

“Show me,” he demanded, eyes locking with the demon’s blown-out pupils. Eddie hesitated, even if his hips followed the motion. Steve narrowed his eyes.

“You had your fangs around me, your monster dick isn’t gonna scare me,” he scoffed.

Eddie chuckled, dark and delighted, as his lips spread in a grin.

“I’m more worried it’s gonna ruin other dicks for you,” he joked, pressing against him.

Steve licked his lips and looked down, at the point where their bodies connected, his bare, bruised-up ass and the hard bulge restrained by Eddie’s jeans. He looked up, meeting his gaze like a challenge.

“Promise?”

To his terrified disappointment, Eddie leaned back, sitting on his hunches and making Steve slide back onto the mattress. He propped himself up on his elbows, confused and worried he said the wrong thing. But Eddie only motioned towards his belt buckle.

“Do the honours, darling.”

Steve scrambled up, way past embarrassment, eager to check out the dick he’s been thinking so much about. With no preamble, he put his hand on the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. The texture was weird, more like leather than fabric, the clothes morphing along with Eddie. It felt like another layer of skin. Above him, Eddie let out a loud breath.

It was hot under Steve’s palm, the cock beneath throbbing in interest at the touch. Steve felt lightheaded when he felt it twitch under his fingers. His knuckles brushed along the seam of the zipper and he looked up, meeting Eddie’s blackened-out pupils. There was a fire inside them and while it was a fitting metaphor, Steve felt like he could actually topple over through them into the fiery pits of hell if he stared too long. He licked his suddenly dry lips.

“Has anyone ever touched you?” he asked, the curiosity shining through the lust. Although, what else brought him here? Might as well admit the two were interlaced at this point. He was but a curious horny human.

Eddie’s clawed hand slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp, the action seemingly innocent yet sending shivers straight to Steve’s groin.

“Not like that,” he said, his voice a deep rumble under Steve’s hands. “I’d show horns or fangs to someone too high to remember in the morning. Nothing that’d get me the pitchforks and torches treatment.”

Steve chuckled airily, thumbing at the button of Eddie’s jeans.

“You didn’t have to work for that.”

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling at the roots. Steve’s head went with the motion, the pain a pleasant tingle down his spine.

“Too soon?” he mused, completely missing the playful tone with how breathy his voice came out.

“I’m pretty sure half the population of Hawkins still has their pitchforks by the front door, waiting for my slightest slip-up. Imagine the angry mob if they found out I’m deflowering their god-fearing youth.”

“Fuck god,” Steve spat out earnestly, his neck bent back, his eyes glazed over yet piercing as he stared back at Eddie.

Eddie grinned, dark and hungry and it went straight to Steve’s dick. It twitched, hoping for a round two, and he hasn’t even seen him. His hand was anchored in the waistband of Eddie’s jeans.

The hand on his head pulled him back in. The grotesque face of his friend in front of him studied him like a precious jewel.

“Steve Harrington, saying ‘fuck god’ with his hand on my dick,” he purred, a row rumble that moved the bed and Steve’s body. “I could come right here.”

Steve’s hand tightened on him. He frowned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, eliciting a startled laugh from Eddie. It died down when Steve finally, finally, popped the button of his jeans open. The zipper followed with no preamble and then he started struggling to get Eddie out of the confines of fabric. He let out a frustrated whine, dipping his hand in to at least feel it until his friend took mercy on him and sat up on his knees to shimmy down his jeans and underwear.

The motion made him tower over Steve and as his dick sprung up in all its glory it hung right in front of his face, making him go cross-eyed. The jock went silent.

“Well? What’s the verdict?” Eddie asked playfully, covering his own anxiety. Despite the good reception so far, not every guy was okay with another boner in his face, let alone as fucked up as his. All huge, ribbed and pale. The precum glistening on his tip was shimmering like an oil spill.

“Holy fuck,” was all Steve said, leaning back to take him in better.

Eddie huffed in amusement, ready for another playful quip, until Steve’s hands landed on him. His breath hitched.

Steve’s fingers brushed over the ribs on his dick, digits dipping and stuttering over the fleshy bumps. It was just a featherlike touch but the wave of lust that hit Eddie’s senses almost made him bend over. He breathed out hard, watching transfixed as Steve got a better hold of him and leaned in to rub his cheek against him.

“So big,” he murmured, closing his eyes and actually inhaling. Eddie whined at the sight.

He closed his eyes for a second, needing to collect himself, which made the next sensation even more of a punch in the gut. Steve turned his head, brushing his lips over the flesh. Eddie’s eyes fluttered back open, not wanting to miss the sight of him nuzzling his dick. He rubbed his nose up and down before pressing in and taking a breath.

“You smell good,” he said dreamily right into Eddie’s cock, making the hot breath wash over him. It made him shudder and demon or not, he already knew he wasn’t gonna last long.

Steve must have felt it because while holding his dick with both hands he started rubbing his parted mouth over it, lips catching and pulling on the ridges, the hot puffs of air making Eddie tremble. It turned into tentative licks and kisses all over his shaft, his exploring hands rubbing up and down. After an eternity of teasing, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking along his shaft and latching on to suck on the skin.

Eddie moaned, the sound low and scratchy in his throat.

Steve’s hand was on his hip, urging him to lower back down.

“C’m here,” he motioned, impatient to get better access to Eddie’s dick. The metalhead sat back on his haunches, now more level with his lover. Steve’s hand flew to the wetness at his tip immediately. He dipped his fingertip in the shimmery precum, studying it before meeting Eddie’s gaze. “I sure hope it’s not poisonous,” he quipped, eyebrow arching.

Eddie huffed out an amused breath.

“Me too,” he said, half joking. He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, after all.

Steve didn’t seem to mind that much if dipping his finger into his mouth was any indication. Eddie watched transfixed as he sucked and lapped on it.

“Tastes weird. Kinda coppery,” Steve gave his judgment, his tongue out. It shimmered just like Eddie’s precum and he breathed hard at the sight. “Like sparkling water.”

Eddie opened his mouth to add his own snarky remark but then Steve leaned in and started sucking. With no time to rein it in, the demon let out a low groan, almost a growl. Steve trembled at the sound, pressing the flat of his tongue at the slit and lapping experimentally.

A hand embraced his head, clawed fingers brushing his hair behind his ear, thumb pressing against his cheek. He looked up, straight into the fiery wells of hell. He jerked back gasping for air, suddenly feeling like he was drowning. His head pushed into Eddie’s palm, whose fingers instinctively tightened their grip, digging in. Steve nearly choked at the sensation, pushing in further until the hand twisted, grabbing his hair and pulling back harshly.

Steve moaned, his body arching and in turn, brushing against Eddie’s shaft. His eyes watered from pain and when the grip on his hair loosened he sprung back up, blinking the tears away in a daze.

“You okay, Steve?” Eddie’s voice brought him back to the task at hand. His fingers, still wrapped around metalhead’s dick, flexed as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he assured, before leaning back in to circle his tongue around the head. When he dipped into the leaking slit in front of him, Eddie’s fingers returned, gripping tight like he was the one grounding the demon.

Despite his best efforts, with tears in his eyes and the corners of his lips stretching in pain, he could only fit the tip of Eddie’s cock inside his mouth.

He sat back, visibly frustrated.

“It’s never going to fit in my ass,” he stated, frowning at the dick in front of him as if it offended him.

At this, Eddie grabbed his face between his palms, rubbing it with a sincere gaze.

“I don’t wanna be dramatic-”

“Nuh-uh, you love being dramatic.” The jock called him out.

Eddie pressed a thumb over his lips to silence him.

“But I’m gonna do everything in my might to make it work.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, human and demon, with tension that only two idiots playing each other could create. Eventually, Eddie’s façade cracked and the corner of his lips twitched. His hands squished Steve’s cheeks playfully and the man let out an amused huff of breath.

“You’re impossible,” he chuckled with as much fondness as an annoyance.

“Not with the right amount of lube, I’m not,” Eddie’s grin was now back in full force.

“Eddie!” Steve slapped at him, wiggling in his hold that only tightened at his ministrations. Hands clasped on his arms like handcuffs and it didn’t take much to get him pressed onto the mattress like that. Eddie towered over him, his dick pressing right on top of Steve’s hard-on. He pushed his hips down, the mattress dipping under their joined weight. Steve bit on his lip but it didn’t stop the whine that bubbled from his throat right into the air between them.

Eddie cocked his head and hummed in thought. His hips kept moving lazily and with each second it was harder for Steve to stop himself from mewling like a virgin.

“How about I fuck your pretty thighs, Stevie?”

The question barely registered, Steve was too focused on keeping his thoughts and moans inside him. He was pressed into the mattress so hard he could feel the bruises forming. He blinked away the fog from his eyes, focusing again on the monstrosity above him and whatever it was saying. He nodded his head.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay?” the demon repeated, grinning with satisfaction. “Then flip around for me, big boy.”

Steve whined when Eddie’s hands stopped pinning him down but with a little help, he turned around. The hands were immediately back on him, this time on his waist, pushing his ass up with little finesse, dragging Steve’s chest and face down the mattress. Steve panted hard, the sheets dampening from his hot breath.

“Squeeze your thighs,” came another command, followed by hands dragging down his asscheeks, claws digging into the flesh. Steve hoped they leave marks.

Eddie pressed gently with his thumbs, teasing the flesh between his cheeks but not focusing there for longs. Steve breathed out a sigh of relief and disappointment.

“Another time,” Eddie cooed before grabbing his thighs and squeezing them together. If Steve’s head wasn’t already on the mattress anyway, he’d lose his balance. He could feel the head of Eddie’s dicks rubbing sloppily at the back of his thighs, his ass. It brushed against his balls and he whined, bucking into him, but Eddie’s hands held him in place.

The fingers dug between his thighs and Steve pushed himself on his elbows, bending his neck to look down where his leaking dick was hanging down and just below it a couple of rough clawed fingers were spreading shimmery substance in the space between his thighs. Eddie was lubing him up with his cum.

He moaned at the realization. He really wanted to get his dick out of the way of the view but he knew he wouldn’t be able to support himself with just one hand. So he wiggled around, bending his neck and moving his arms until he got a better view. Eddie chuckled breathily at his ministrations but didn’t comment.

The fingers circled his thighs again, easily squeezing them together. The flesh where the claws dug in turned white at the pressure. Eddie’s dick, hot and hard, slid down his crack before pressing in between his thighs, grazing his balls and making him whine and his knees give out. But Eddie held him in place, his ass up, and kept pressing in.

Steve watched transfixed as the shimmery head of his dick peeked out. It spread his thighs with its girth but as he slid out, Eddie squeezed them back together. There wasn’t much Steve could do to help out. Eddie was just too big.

The feeling of the demon bending over him was overwhelming. Eddie was radiating heat and panting hotly into his hair, groin pressed against his ass. He rocked his hips and Steve swayed with him. The whole bed did. Maybe even the whole trailer.

It started slow, a press of thighs against thighs as they looked for the best angle, how to make this work for each other. But then Eddie’s body slapped hard against his ass and Steve sputtered, choking on his own saliva.

“That okay?” Eddie asked, not slowing his pace, only gaining momentum, the wet slapping of their bodies getting louder.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed out, finally looking away from the spectacle between his legs when his neck started to creak in protest. His body rocked on the mattress, back and forth with each smack of Eddie’s balls against his thighs. His asshole throbbed in neglect, the sensitive flesh underneath being overstimulated instead. He reached down for his dick and moaned when he finally touched it. It opened a flood of soft sounds, punched out of him with each thrust.

Propping himself up with his arm enough not to suffocate in the sheets, he used his free hand to squeeze his aching balls and tug on his shaft. His hand knocked against Eddie’s dick and the pressure on his thighs disappeared for a second only to reappear when the demon squeezed their dicks together with his huge hand. Steve felt lightheaded.

It took a second, maybe a tug or two and he was spilling on the sheets below.

Eddie rammed into his thighs a couple times after that before disappearing. Without the support and utterly confused, Steve dropped into the puddle of his own cum, loose-limbed and uncaring. He took a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Eddie spilling his opalescent come over his asscheeks and back. He groaned softly, wiggling his butt as some of it slid down his crack.

When Eddie collapsed from his orgasm, trying to fall down next to Steve but the man directed him on top of himself, more than happy to be squashed down. He watched with hooded eyes as Eddie’s tail swayed back and forth in lazy contentment. He reached out, trailing it with his fingers and the appendage responded by circling his wrist. He looked at it in thought.

“Hey…” he started and Eddie hummed in question, the sound more of a feeling across his bones than an actual sound. “Could you fuck me with your tail next time?”

Steve could hear the growl Eddie made reverberate through his whole body. His hips pressed down, squishing the man into the mattress.

“Sure, Harrington,” he answered, voice strained. “Why the fuck not.” He huffed, relaxing back down, Steve a relaxed puddle beneath him. “You freak,” he mumbled, amusement lacing his tone before they both drifted off.

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Demon!Eddie - the encounter [3/?]

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Steve was stumbling between the vines on the ground, his surroundings uncharacteristically quiet. Not like the Upside Down was buzzing with life at any point, but right now everything seemed to withdraw, air tense after whatever balance this hellscape might have had shifted into unfamiliar territory, confusing the creatures inhabiting it.

Vecna was… gone. At this point, Steve wouldn’t let himself hope there was a permanent solution for the horrors underneath Hawkins. He would be glad to just fully recover before shit goes down again.

That’s why he wasn’t surprised when an unfamiliar shape caught his eye. And wasn’t it fucked up to be familiar with a place like that?

He reached the place where Dustin and Eddie were fighting off demobats, which was his destination as soon as Vecna went down. He had to see if the little dipshit was okay. Nancy and Robin were trailing not so far behind him, limping from their wounds and supporting each other. He heard them stop as soon as he did, surveying their surroundings.

A humanoid creature surrounded by piles of small carcasses (that Steve assumed were demobats), was hunching over something. It must have sensed his approach because it shifted and Steve’s breath got punched out of him when a familiar figure came into view.

“Dustin!” he yelled, his grip tightening around his bat, his legs already charging in the direction of the monster at full speed. It straightened up at the sound, proving to be of similar size as a Demogorgon, but to Steve's utter shock, it had actual eyes.

The hollow, black gaze turned towards him and almost made him stop in his tracks. Almost, because Steve knew Henderson needed him right now.

Or so he thought until a high-pitched voice yelled,

“Stop! Steve!”

He had a millisecond to slow his momentum before tumbling into the small body that jumped in front of him. He instinctively curled around Dustin and braced himself to take the majority of the impact, when something propped him back up. There was a hand on his back. Twice the regular size and scorching hot.

He swivelled around, dragging Dustin away and behind him, putting space between them and the monster. His head was spinning, his muscles screaming in pain, but he could hear Nancy and Robin running up to them and he would do whatever it took to protect his friends. He reached down for his abandoned bat but a pair of clammy hands held him back.

“It’s Eddie! It’s Eddie!” Dustin screeched right into his ear, making him wince.

There was a beat of tense silence as the older teens and the monster eyed each other. Dustin’s fingers painfully dug into Steve’s arm, preventing him from any offensive moves.

“Holy fuck,” Robin said breathlessly behind him, breaking the tension.

The monster, to Steve’s utter horror, raised its hand in a small wave.

“Munson?” Steve breathed out in disbelief, his eyes roaming through recognisable features. The unruly mane of hair, the chunky rings and the leather. The dimpled smile, albeit much sharper and revealing the canines of a predator.

“In the flesh,” the monster bowed dramatically and as if that wasn't proof enough, corrected itself in a familiar rambly way: “well, not exactly, I’ve lost my luscious tan and gained some muscles, but it’s still me.” The voice was deep and rumbly like a distant earthquake, but still recognisable as Eddie’s.

“How?” asked Nancy, her voice still on edge.

“Why?” added Robin.

“What?” breathed out Steve. Sensing there was no immediate danger, his body sagged heavily against his younger friend, who propped him up with an annoyed huff.

“Long story short, my parents sold my soul in exchange for some drugs,” Eddie waved his clawed hands dismissively. “I’ll take questions after we leave this forgotten realm of hell, how about that?”

Steve nodded numbly, but Nancy behind him piped up.

“Should we let you leave?”

Dustin let out an indignant sound and Steve turned towards her, similarly scandalized.

The girl looked at them like they were the ones who just proposed to leave one of their friends for death in a different dimension.

“What?! He looks like Vecna!” She pointed towards the Eddie-monster, her other hand clutching the rifle.

“No he doesn’t,” Dustin bristled at the same time Eddie said:

“Rude, Wheeler.”

Steve didn’t know who to agree with. Eddie clearly looked more like a monster than a human but he still felt like Eddie. His skin was pale and sickly looking, the muscles underneath shaping it unnaturally. He had horns, surrounded by long wiry hair matted with blood and gore. His hands and feet were large and clawed, his canines sharp, his eyes black and his clothes seemed to be morphing with his skin. And was that a tail?

Eddie then rolled his eyes and sighed. His face twisted in concentration and he began to shrink.

To everyone’s horror, the pale skin crawled away, followed by strings of muscles, retracting back into Eddie’s body. It was accompanied by a wet squelching that made Steve feel the bile rise in his throat. But he’s seen terrible things and he was too stunned to avert his gaze. Eddie shook out his limbs and stretched like he was just stepping out of a car after a long drive. He blinked away the blackness and he was fully himself now.

“This better?” he asked in his normal voice.

“I still wouldn’t hit that but yeah,” Robin joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Eddie laughed, warm and familiar and the tension finally melted out of Steve’s body. His ass hit the ground as soon as Dustin felt him relax and stepped away.

“Your tastes, Buckley, are irrelevant.”

Steve’s gaze snapped towards her and they exchanged a panicked look. Nancy and Dustin didn’t seem to notice anything amiss though. Henderson strutted to Eddie’s side and Steve stood up, now with his trusted bat back in hand, and he glanced at Nancy, who still eyed the metalhead with suspicion.

Robin nudged her arm.

“Let’s go. Eddie’s right, we can grill him later.”

Nancy nodded stiffly and he knew she’s gonna need more convincing. But for him, the sight of grinning Dustin raising his hand for a high five and delving into a heated rant about Dungeons and Dragons was enough to settle his nerves. It felt normal, as far as Hawkins’ standard of normal went.

They followed Eddie and Dustin towards the gate.

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Demon!Eddie [2/?]

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He almost managed to survive high school without too big of a hitch until Chrissy happened.

Of course, he knew there was dark shit under the surface of things, with him being a prime example. But he foolishly hoped he would never meet another one like him. He was laying low (to his standards at least), never exposing himself, steering away from anything even remotely occultist. Just being a regular teenager. Free-spirited, with a penchant for sins, a “freak”, but a teenager nevertheless.

So when Chrissy’s body flew up in the air, right in front of him in his uncle’s unassuming trailer, he knew the jig was up.

And Eddie, being a coward, decided to run before whatever came for her, could get to him. Or maybe it already did, considering his life as a human being got kind of ruined.

He couldn’t do anything, even running sounded like a risky business right now. He could only pace around the messy shed that felt like his last line of defence, his only safe haven. Although only from humans.

Whenever he passed a stray piece of shiny metal, he looked away, his reflection only making him feel worse. He was too stressed to take control of his body, but there was no one to see his horns anyway. He was painfully, gut-wrenchingly alone. The whole town was against him and the only one who knew what he was, was his uncle. Who he wasn’t going to selfishly drag into his mess. As his only family member, he was getting enough shit already.

With his senses on high alert, he felt people approach his hideout. He was pretty sure he could sniff out the familiar presence of Henderson but he was with others he didn’t recognise, and they were older. He didn’t know who he could trust and he wasn’t counting on his luck at this point. So he hid in the shadows, willing his horns and claws back under the skin, his grip finding a stray beer bottle.

It felt like hours of holding his breath and weighing his chances but it was just moments later when he was pinning someone to the wall and showing his meanest face to the startled guy in front of him. He took in his widened gaze and the tantalizing smell. He smelled familiar, of Hellfire kids and fresh sins the way all teenagers smelled of. And arousal, his demon brain supplied, along with registering the lack of fear he was hoping for.

Eddie tightened his grip. Harrington, jock, threat, he reprimanded his demon instincts.

Then Dustin started talking, finally a comforting familiarity among the madness of the past day, and muscle by muscle, Eddie relaxed and backed away. He watched Harrington rub his neck and the demon inside him twisted, wishing he had drawn blood.

They sat down (Eddie couldn’t remember when was the last time he just let himself sit down and stop pacing) and he listens to their story. He almost felt foolish for assuming another demon was out to get him, but the whole thing sounded so insane he didn’t feel like being self-conscious at the moment.

He thinks about it but doesn’t tell them. Yes, “my parents sold my soul to the devil for a lifetime supply of meth,” suddenly didn’t sound so crazy anymore but Eddie feared the implications of it. That he could take on another demon and be actually useful for once in his life.

A demon, because he was fairly positive the portal their mindfreak friend opened led to hell. He hoped it did because the mere thought there were other, possibly worse dimensions cohabiting with their own made a bile rise in his stomach and he just got his hands on this cereal and he was going to keep it down, damnit!

The first time Eddie stepped into the Upside Down, an electric shock ran through his body and all air was punched out of his chest. He might have been out of the water but breathing seemed even more impossible than when he was swimming and his skin was on fire.

Then just as it started, it suddenly stopped and he took a few painful gulps of air. His demon side purred in contentment, nudging at his skin from the inside to be let out.

So, definitely hell.

But he wasn’t scared. Well, he was, but of his newfound Party. His friends. The ones who clued him into a big government conspiracy and helped him out, the ones he still hasn’t told a word. Because what if after all that, they turned against him? After all, he was a monster, just like the ones they killed.

So he tagged along, hoping against all hope that they’ll fix all this without him ever needing to come out. That one day they could just hang out and laugh about it all like normal human teenagers. With strange otherworldly trauma, but hey, that’s just another thing to bond over.

Because when he forgot for a moment about the impending doom, Eddie was having the time of his life. Hanging out with Henderson and the rest of The Party, meeting Robin and Steve, other teenagers actually his age. They might be preparing for war but they’re doing it in style.

These were also the times when Eddie would forget that he wasn’t actually human. Not one hundred percent at least. The reason he liked hanging out with the Hellfire kids was very simple and trivial: they didn’t smell of sins. Not yet. While sitting in class he was often distracted by a boner concealed three desks from his, or the overwhelming smell of alcohol from a hungover teen. Eddie didn’t know what kind of purpose his demon senses served but they were pretty annoying when he just wanted to survive high school.

And also hellishly invasive to his new friends. He could feel Max and Lucas making out behind him and just a whiff of Robin told him queer, virgin. It was also hard to explain what he was so amused by when he was the only one to feel the straight aura around Nancy getting fuzzy whenever the two girls talked.

Eddie also might have been using that for his own entertainment.

Because Steve Harrington smelled like a storm, like fire Eddie was itching to play with. And even watching it was a spectacle in itself.

Usually, Steve’s aura gave off straight(?), definitely not a virgin. With Nancy Wheeler close by, it turned tense, a residual sense of lust, albeit stale like a grandma’s pussy. Yuck, but that’s exactly how it felt to Eddie.

Especially comparing it to when Eddie was the one who leaned close to him. The air around Steve would explode, settling thicker and richer each time. The granny vag let out its last breath and Steve smelled as delicious as the confused guys Eddie would meet at the bars. The smell of straightness (wet concrete after summer rain) turned fruity (a chocolate-covered strawberry bursting open in Eddie’s mouth) and Eddie was quite proud of himself for that. Suck on that, Nancy Wheeler!

#steddie #mine #stranger things 4 #demon!eddie munson #st #ff #idk how tumblr works #wip #feel free to point out any mistakes #this will be at ao3 at some point now just have the slightly mismatched barely edited bits from my daily writing attempts #fruity 4 #st.harrington

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