#steddie spooktober

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Steddie Events September Update

New month new update!

Steddie Microfic ( @steddiemicrofic ) This month's prompt is shower | 399 words Event info

Steddie Song Fic ( @steddiesongfics) This month any of the song fics should either follow steddiesmuttyseptember prompts OR steddiemicrofic prompts and there's no word count! Event info

Steddie's Back to School Bash (@thehairandthebanished) A week long Steddie event! These are the prompts 9/1 Summer Fling, 9/2 Pool Party, 9/3 Back to school Shopping, 9/4 Summer Reading, 9/5 Sunburn, 9/6 Last Day of Summer, 9/7 1st Day of School. Event info

Steddie Big Bang ( @steddiebang2024) Posting season is coming!!! Look out for the incredible fics that will be posted starting on the 15th of September! Event info

Steddie Smutty September (@steddiesmuttyseptember) A low pressure event with 5 weekly prompts to keep things heated! Event info

Soft Steddie September (@softsteddieseptember) It looks like September is officially the Steddie month! Here another event with weekly prompts to choose from! Event info

Steddie Holiday drabbles ( @steddieholidaydrabbles) After an amazing series of Christmas prompts, Steddie Holiday drabbles is ready to give us even more prompts during the year! These are some of their ideas, but keep an eye on their Tumblr page for more info! September 25th - Anniversary (getting together, wedding, dating, etc.) Event info

Steddie Spooktober (@steddie-spooktober) A month of Spooky Steddie Prompts! Event info

As always feel free to reblog and add other events I might have missed!

under the cut past events masterpost!

Steddie Angsty August ( @steddieangstyaugust ) August is over but there are many fics ready for you either in the Master Post or in the AO3 collection! Check them out!

Steddie Week 2024 ( @steddie-week ) AO3 Collection, masterpost fic, master post art

Steddie Summer Exchange (@steddiesummerexchange) Posting season just ended and here is the AO3 collection

[little-annie]

Ooooohhhh how could I not ask for a little bit of 🎃

@steddie-spooktober | Cryptid | WIP

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With the moon hanging high in the sky and the shadows of trees dancing like death in the night, Steve follows Eddie through the woods.

Each crack of branches and crunch of leaves below their feet echoes through the silence and darkness surrounding them.

He doesn't know why he agreed to this. He's heard the stories.

The tales of missing children in the night, pulled from this plane and into the next. Bodies broken, limbs shattered, cries screamed.

The wind wails just as Steve imagines those lost souls do, fading from this life and into the next.

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Come make me write

[ill-written-god]

T | 151 | m/m werewolf/human, it's a Steddie snippet, I've stopped trying | off-screen, uncle Wayne, Werewolf!Steve

“Hey, kid?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hiding a dog from me?”

Eddie frowned, confused. What?

“No?”

His uncle let out a huff.

“Just wanted to know why there’s so much fur on the couch.”

Oh. Oh shit. 

Eddie’s brain went blank with panic. Because, Wayne would be okay with him having a boyfriend. He’d probably survive the reveal that said boyfriend was a werewolf. But he might not survive knowing they fucked on the couch.

“No idea. Might be from Gareth’s dog? I’ll ask him to roll his clothes better.”

Wayne squinted at him, still suspicious. He’s known his nephew long enough to sniff out deceit. Eddie just gave him his best smile of oblivious innocence.

“Alright,” the man grumbled finally, flicking Steve’s butt hair from his favorite flannel. “But if you are hiding a dog from me, just fucking tell me, I’ll get a lint roller on the next grocery trip.”

[lectovers]

I'd die for a soulmate au

Soulmate AU where you have the name of your soulmate's first crush on you. Steve of course has his own name imprinted on him. Chaos ensues. 2k words, featuring The Party, Uncle Wayne, and trans! Eddie

[steddie-spooktober]

welcome to steddie spooktober, a month-long writing event for the month of october!

there’s some spooks, some scares, some simple fall days.. all for the love of steddie and everyone’s favorite season 💜

there will be no min/max word count, and no set rating limit just please be sure to include the rating and prompt(s) at the start of your post, and tag @steddie-spooktober so it can be added to the queue!

same applies to any artists that would like to participate! just tag us and include the prompt(s) you chose!

a '🎃' will be commented in the replies of your post so you know it's been added to the queue

PROMPTS!

1st - rain 2nd - woods 3rd - apples 4th - corn maze 5th - "Did you hear that?" 6th - haunted 7th - skeleton 8th - bonfire 9th - werewolf 10th - orchard 11th - "That's the dumbest looking jack-o-lantern I've ever seen." 12th - graveyard 13th - superstition 14th - bats 15th - baking 16th - "Would you please stop trying to scare them?" 17th - hayride 18th - candy 19th - zombie 20th - cryptid 21st - "It's warm in here..." 22nd - leaves 23rd - witch 24th - pumpkin 25th - Frankenstein Friday 26th - blood 27th - scary movies 28th - mask (suggested by @bifuriouswaterbender) 29th - sweater (suggested by @tea42) 30th - "Where in the hell did you find that costume??" 31st - trick-or-treat

please feel free to interpret these however you’d like; thank you thank you to all of you who sent prompts, i was super glad to see a good handful of the ones i’d already jotted down get suggested ☺️☺️

you can send asks/messages with questions here, or to my main blog @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe!

finally, most importantly,

HAVE FUN!

[solarmorrigan]

🪱Wiggly Worm Wednesday🪱

I was tagged last week by @devondespresso! Thank you <3

I've mostly been working on prompt fills for Steddie Spooktober, and that's taken up pretty much my whole entire brain, but in the spaces in between, I've been thinking about autistic!Steve

See, Steve sort of "lucks out" in that his special interests fall under what's considered acceptable for a boy to be interested in. He loves sports. He loves cars. He loves learning everything about them - about statistics, about the players, about how engines work, about all the different makes and models there are. He just... has to learn not to talk about these things so much, after a while. Or maybe not talk about them at all, because he thinks they're fascinating, but other people - maybe not so much, and he's bad at gauging when people have lost interest until they're telling him to just shut up already

But he learns

And stimming? Well, it turns out that exercising and playing sports are the perfect, full-body stims for Steve. Things like rocking and flapping his hands and wiggling in place? Not acceptable. Things like going for a jog, swimming laps, shooting basketballs again and again and again until he's perfected his technique? Great; encouraged, even. And for the times when he can't exactly go for a run or start doing sit-ups, he finds something to fidget with; he learns how to spin and twirl pretty much anything he can get his hands on (anything to keep him from doing those socially unacceptable things)

Emotions are harder. When he's a kid, and the world is too loud too close too much and he hasn't learned how to handle it yet, when he has meltdowns, he gets written off as a spoiled brat, crying because he hasn't gotten his way. That's no good, so Steve learns how to internalize it; when things get to be too much, he's likelier to withdraw and shut down. Outsized emotional reactions aren't cool, and they make the other kids pull away from him, so he swerves towards the other end of the spectrum and expresses very little. Being aloof, it turns out, is considered cool, so Steve keeps it up

So he's out there masking so hard that the thing is practically glued to his face when he falls in love with Nancy Wheeler. Nancy, who isn't impressed by his cool facade or by how well he can play basket ball or by who he's friends with, but who seems to like him when he's being a goof, when he lets tiny slivers of himself out

So he lets a little more out. Nancy likes it, likes him, and it makes him feel safe

It doesn't work out, of course - of course. Steve should have known better. No one likes it when he lets all his shit out. He's halfway through duct taping his mask back on when Dustin happens. The kid works his way into the cracks, widens them, makes himself at home there, encourages Steve to be loud and weird if he wants to - all of Dustin's other friends are, and they seem... happy for it

Maybe Steve can be happy that way, too

Maybe he can watch movies he used to consider himself too cool for and come up with a secret handshake that he practices the motions for over and over again because it's fun. Maybe when he and Robin become friends, he can listen to her infodump about foreign languages, and then he can tell her all about sports statistics without worrying that she's going to tell him to shut up. Maybe he can talk to Eddie about cars and learn about them from a new perspective, and he can soak the information up and never wonder if Eddie is getting sick of talking to him. Maybe, with time and distance, he can realize that he and Nancy just hadn't been what the other needed, that she had never hated him, and he can be a goof around her again, and they can make each other smile

Maybe, bit by bit, Steve learns that he doesn't have to cut himself into small pieces in order to be loved, and he thrives

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Gently tagging @paperbackribs, @estrellami-1, @momotonescreaming, tag-back for @devondespresso, aaaand hell, anyone else who wants to talk about their brainworms. Tag me and show me, I love hearing about people's ideas c:

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

if i were to ask for spooky/halloween/fall themed writing prompts (single word or dialogue) for a hypothetical spooky themed steddie event... would y'all send me your ideas?

edit: it's happeniinng @steddie-spooktober

[runraerun]

🦇Welcome,

foolish, sexy mortals <3

✨here is my ao3✨

✨here is my writing tag✨

Asks & story requests are always open! 💌->📬

Ships I 💯 will fuck with make content for:

Steddie

Harringrove

Metal Sandwich

HellCheer

Ronance

Mungrove

& possibly more…? I’m always opening to discovering new faves! 🤸‍♀️

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Eddie Munson Big Bang (2024-2025)

Steddie Spooktober (2024)

Harringrove Kinktober (2024)

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• slowly learning that life is ok | Steddie | 3.1k | rating: M | tags: Outsider POV, Nancy Finds Out, Steddie Week Challenge

summary:: Nancy finds out Steve and Eddie are boneing when she accidentally stumbles across their porno-Polaroid stash.

• leotards & sun-in | Harringrove | 1k | Rating: G | tags: Jealous Billy, Insecure Billy, Microfic Challenge

summary: Billy catches Steve cheating. Or does he?

• written on my heart | Steddie | 800 | Rating: G | tags: Established Steddie, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson love bombs but the bombing never stops, microfic

summary: Eddie gets Steve’s name tattooed on his chest after only a few months of dating. Steve should be pissed at how stupid and impulsive his new boyfriend is… So why does he dig it so much?

• spit in my mouth (look in my eyes) | Harringrove | 4.8k | Rating: E | tags: A/B/O, Omega Steve, Alpha Billy, Spit Kink, boys bullying each other, NSFW

summary: During a game of spin-the-bottle, Alpha!Billy spits in Omega!Steve’s mouth rather than kiss him.

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✨Ask me about my WIP's and I'll post a snippet!

Easy as 123 - A Harringrove AU where Billy is the legal guardian of a 6-year-old Max who's obsessed with a Mr. Roger's style kids show that just happens to star none other than Steve Harrington.

The Wedding Singer - A Steddie AU where Steve meets and slowly falls for Eddie, the wedding singer he hired for his wedding to someone else.

Unnamed Werewolf!Harringrove AU

Eddie Munson Big Bang Entry - TBA

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💕🩷this is a Billy Hargrove positive blog🩷💕

⛔️there will be NSFW material here — MDNI⛔️

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-> header credit goes to: @memes-saved-me I just tweaked the bottom a little bit.

-> some of the gif headers are from deactivated account alien-things, and again I just tweaked it a bit.

-> No idea who to credit for my pfp. If you know, dm me! And again, I tweaked.

[alicetallula]

Big Bangs, MiniBangs and Reverse Big Bangs :

Billy Big Bang 2024 - 1/5

DBH Reverse Big Bang 2024 - 3/5

DeanCas Big Bang 2024 - 1/?

DeanCas Horrorfest 3 - 4/4

Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang 2024 - 1/?

Eddie Munson Big Bang 2024-2025

SPN Reverse Bang Bang 2024 - 2/?

Stommy MiniBang 2024-2025 - /6

Stranger Things Sapphic MiniBang 2024 - 1/4

Bingos (with and without deadlines - or ones that ended but I still want to finish my card ) :

HankCon Bingo 2024 - /11

Hannibal Bingo (no deadline) - /9

Marvel Rare Pairs Bingo 2024 - /25

Metalsandwich Bingo 2024 - /9

RK1700 Bingo 2023 (no deadline) - 1/25

Other Events I'm in :

HallowRen 5 : A New Chapter - /2

Differents type of events I hope to draw something for (some being crossover between events - in bold and same color) :

Artsy Halloween Exchange 2024

Barry 2024 Prompts List

Harringrove Kinktober 2024

Nightmare Fuel Prompts Fanfest 2024

Metalsandwich Movie Mania - November 2024

OFMD Dress Week 2024 - September 2024

OFMD Kinktober 2024

Reddie Week 2024

September's Stobin Extravaganza 2024

Soft Steddie September 2024

Steddie Smutty September 2024

Steddie Spooktober 2024

Steddyhands Week 2024 - October 2024

Goals for past Big Bangs and Reverse Big Bangs :

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2023 - Daylight by PapiChuloDean - More art - /4

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2024 - Betting Against The House by SamandDean76 - More art

Companion fic to Betting Against The House by SamandDean76 - Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - More art (especially smut)

DeanCas Big Bang 2023 - Sunlight by Desirae - More art

Detroit : Become Human Big Bang 2023 - Cinnamon & Cardamom by sevdrag - More art

Detroit : Become Human Big Bang 2023 - In His Sights by AnonymousEDward - More art - /2

Rewrite The Ages Big Bang 2024 - The Viking And The Hermit God by SamandDean76

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - Best I May by MixAddams - More art - an artwork for chapter 2

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - the bite that binds (the gift that gives) by VibrantVenus - More art

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - More art - at least 2

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - “What happens when people open their hearts?" by ainsalaco - Making art for the story, at least a banner and one artpiece

Sterek Big Bang 2023/2024 - forever and then some by EvanesDust

Stranger Things Big Bang 2022 vol.2 - Let's Be More Than Strangers by DrowningByDegrees - More art - 1/5

Stranger Things Big Bang 2024 - InCONsistencies by Mayalaen - More art

Stranger Things Big Bang 2024 - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - More art

Stranger Things Rare Pair Big Bang 2023 - Hot For Teacher by TheMadcapLaughs - More art - an artwork for chapter 2

Stranger Things Rare Pair Big Bang 2024 - A Tale of Ranching and Fossils by ainsalaco - Making art for the story, at least a banner and one artpiece

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - A Dream On The Way To Death by Arbeds Ghost - More art - at least 2

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - Jurassic Disaster by ainsalaco - More art - at least 3

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - HIM by mashawisotsky - More art - at least 2

Goals for past Fandom Events :

A Stranger Summer 2024 - 4/33

Aug-Kissed 2024 - 1/12

Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022-2023 - 5/10

Buckleway Appreciation Week 2024 - 1/7

BylerWeek 2022 - 4/8

Bylerween 2023 - 1/7

Captain Allen Appreciation Week 2020 - 4/7

Corroded Coffin Fest 2024 - 1/31

DBH Rarepairs Week 2024 - 1/7

DBH Seven Kisses Prompts Challenge 2024 - 1/7

DTIYS by Klayr - Midam

DTIYS by Klayr - Destiel

DTIYS by Klayr - Reed900

DTIYS by Josebean - Android Corpse Husband

Eddie Munson Bingo 2023 - 3/10

ElMax Week 2023 - 1/7

EndverseTober by Klayr - /13

HallowRen 4 : The Final Chapter - 2/8

HankCon Bingo 2023 - 1/9

Harringrove Kinktober 2k23 - 1/31

Harringrove Lovefest 2024 - 1/7

Harringrove Summer Bingo 2024 - 3/9

Heavy Metal Valentines 2024 - 1/?

Hellcheer Anniversary Week 2024 - 1/17

High Seas Event 2022 - 1/8

Jargyle Bingo 2023 - 3/9

Jbbuckybarnes's Kinktober 2020 - 13/33

Metalsandwich Mocie Mania 2023 - 1/7

Metalsandwich Movie Mania 2024 - June - 1/14

Mungrove Kisses Bingo 2024 - 1/25

OFMD Kinktober 2023 - /31

Reddie Week 2019

Reddie Week 2020

Reddie Week 2021

Reddie Week 2022

Reddie Week 2023 - if the prompts inspire me for more drawings than I did - 7/7

Remembrance of IT - 2021 - /14

RK1700 Blooming Event 2021 - 3/5

Steddie Angsty August 2024 - 1/31

Sterek Bingo 2023-2024 - 4/9

Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - 4/9

Stevie Week 2024 - 1/7

Stizzy Week 2024 - 1/45

Stobin Month 2023 - /31

Stobin Month 2024 - 1/31

Stommy Week 2024 - 1/4

Stranger Thing FemSlash Week 2023 - 1/5

Stranger Things FemSlash Week 2024 - 1/5

Stranger Things Monsterfucker May 2024 - 1/?

Stranger Things Sapphic Summer 2024 - 3/14

Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette 2024 - 1/?

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Non-Sexual Prompts List - 1/7

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Sexual Prompts List - /7

Vianton Lingerie Week 2024 - 1/?

Villainous Valentines - 1/?

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Steddie Events August Update

New month new update!

Steddie Microfic ( @steddiemicrofic ) This month's prompt is plug | 437 words Event info

Steddie Song Fic ( @steddiesongfics) FOR AUGUST ONLY: The song used as inspiration for your fic must be from the years 2020-2023. The song can be any genre, just remember to provide the title and artist at the top of your post! The word count must be between 300-1500 words. Event info

Steddie Angsty August ( @steddieangstyaugust ) An entire month full of angst! Event info

Steddie Smutty September (@steddiesmuttyseptember) A low pressure event with 5 weekly prompts to keep things heated! Event info

Soft Steddie September (@softsteddieseptember) It will take place in September with weekly prompts to choose from! Event info

Steddie Week September 2024 The interest form is on Twitter and it has nothing to do with the Steddie Week blog here on Tumblr that hosted a Steddie Week in July 🙃 Interest Form Here

Steddie Holiday drabbles ( @steddieholidaydrabbles) After an amazing series of Christmas prompts, Steddie Holiday drabbles is ready to give us even more prompts during the year! These are some of their ideas, but keep an eye on their Tumblr page for more info! September 25th - Anniversary (getting together, wedding, dating, etc.) Event info

Steddie Big Bang ( @steddiebang2024) Sign Ups are closed, get ready to read some incredible stories this Autumn! Event info

Steddie Spooktober (@steddie-spooktober) A month of Spooky Steddie Prompts! Event info

As always feel free to reblog and add other events I might have missed!

under the cut past events masterpost!

Steddie Week 2024 ( @steddie-week ) AO3 Collection, masterpost fic, master post art

Steddie Summer Exchange (@steddiesummerexchange) Posting season just ended and here is the AO3 collection

[little-annie]

I'm taking a break this weekend from working on my current projects, and to get the creative juices flowing I'll instead be working on some prompt events. I feel like I'm a little in over my head, but we'll ignore that. Plus all of the current wips in my docs

🍦 @sept-stobin-extravaganza

🌶 @steddiesmuttyseptember

☹️ @whumptober

🐶 @flufftober

🎃 @steddie-spooktober

💀 Nightmare Fuel Fan Fest (twitter)

Send me the emoji(s) of the corresponding event in an ask and I'll write up and share a passage or two from my wip.

☹️ @whumptober prompt #1 sneak peek below the cut

Everyone was accounted for, but one.

Crimson lightning clashing through the skies and earth shaking below, everyone was there. In the belly of hell. Standing ready and waiting at the gate of salvation.

Finally, it's over.

But with a quick count of heads. And a recount. And another. Its with an abject sort of horror Steve realises they're short one.

Amongst the crowd of bloody and bruised, one head of curly hair remains missing.

Absent.

Probably already dead if the silence around them is anything to go by.

There's Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie and every single one of the kids…

….but Dustin.

Nowhere in their ragged breathing, badly beaten group of monster hunters is there a ball cap.

Not a single one in sight.

Not one white and green, splattered with the tar like blood of a Demobat, anywhere to be found.

Steve shudders a breath.

This can't be happening

“Dustin,” he lets a hollow gasp of the boy's name fall from his lips.

Everyone looks at him with the same sort of terror he feels flooding into his bones.

Almost immediately it's a cacophony of voices.

“He was right there” “Oh my god” “We gotta go looking for him” “If he's even still alive” “Micheal” “He is, I can feel him. He is close” “El?” “He is not alone”

It's that final one that catches Steve's attention the most. Makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Just as it does Wills.

Clasping a hand to the back of his neck, the boy looks up and with a single word uttered sends Steve into a spiral of panic.

“Henry.”

Then the sound of a clock chimes.

[ill-written-god]

T | 1625 | m/m Steddie human/wingfolk | fantasy | winged!Eddie, wing grooming

The business was slow at first, but as the word spread, more clients were coming, including those that paid a lot for full treatment, from cleaning to waxing, and sometimes even dyeing. In a year, the salon became the best known in the region, with some arguing it was the best one. Maybe it wasn’t the biggest achievement considering the services provided were still hard to come by, but it was an achievement nevertheless.

Robin saw wingfolks from many species and all walks of life, but the man that walked through the door one Thursday afternoon was a sight to behold.

He was dressed in all black, the alternative type that didn’t mind cutting a hole through a shirt to accommodate his wings. The clothing matched his feathers, dark like coal and opalescent when the sun hit them just right. Black wings were rare in general, and their owners also kept to their circles. Steve could count on the fingers of one hand the times he worked on them in the past year of running his business.

“Welcome to Robin’s grooming service, how can I help you today?”

Instead of a greeting, the man looked around, studying the salon walls and the man who greeted him.

“I’ve heard you take in all the customers?”

Steve straightened his spine. It was a question he’s heard before, in many intonations.

“Yes, we care about the wings, not who they belong to or what color they are.”

He’s heard about salons that refused to treat black wings, running on a prejudice that black wings belonged to demons or, as some called them, corrupted angels. Thus why they kept to themselves.

The man relaxed a bit, finally approaching the counter. 

“Are you free today?” he asked, fingers drumming nervously on the wood.

“Yeah, I have noone scheduled. What would you like to get done?” he smiled, hoping to come off as reassuring as possible. His client didn’t look very convinced though. He fidgeted with the feathers of his right wing, curled slightly towards himself.

“Just the basics. I don’t have much money and,” he hesitated before admitting. “I’ve never been to a groomer before, usually my uncle did it, but his arthritis got worse, and, you know…” he shrugged sheepishly, realizing he's sharing more than necessary. “Long story short my band leaves for our first tour this weekend and I wanna look good on stage.” He smiled, finally, and Steve could read the pride and excitement behind it, despite how small it was. He offered his own, wide grin back.

“Congrats on the tour, man. It sounds like a special occasion.”

“Thanks, it kinda is, isn't it?” The man scratched his cheek, the sheepish grin back.

"My name's Steve, I'll be working on you. What's yours?"

"Eddie."

The man notes the appointment down in his calendar, then closes it.

“Well, let’s get you stage ready then. Would you like some tea? I have a great yasmine blend. Do you prefer to lie down or sit?”

“Sit, I think. Tea would be great.”

“Gotcha. Get comfortable, you can change the music, adjust the chair however you like. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

The man sauntered to one of two stations in the salon, the one with the chair, tracing the leather before he turned to the radio and a stack of cassettes beside it. The wide selection of genres proved that the owner cared about his clients’ comfort more than imposing his taste on music on everyone. He shuffled through them, finally settling on an Aerosmith tape to pop it in. He settled on the chair, watching the man lineup needed supplies. A steaming mug of fragrant tea was settled down next to him.

“Thank you,” he said, following him with his gaze and then listening intently as he ran him through the process and the tools he’ll be using. First, came the brushing, to get rid of anything his feathers don’t need. It took him a moment to loosen up to the fact that a stranger was touching his wings, but when they finished the first one, he was relaxed enough to engage in some small talk.

“What’s the name of your band?”

“Corroded Coffin. We play metal, mostly covers, a few originals.”

The man hummed.

“Sounds fitting. Are all your bandmates winged folks?”

Sometimes this line of questioning would rub him the wrong way, but the groomer’s intentions seemed genuine. Besides, he got raving reviews from people Eddie trusted.

“Our drummer is fully human, but other than that, yes. Only mine are black, though.”

“They are beautiful,” the man said, and he blushed under the compliment, glad to be turned away from him. “Pity I don’t get to work on black wings often.”

“Well, if you do a good job today, who knows,” he offered. “Maybe I’ll need some grooming when I come back from the tour. Someone’s gotta brush away the leftover coke.”

Steve snorted.

“Oh, it’s this kind of tour? Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll? I’m fine with coke, but cleaning up sperm will cost you extra.”

Eddie choked on his spit, head snapping back to see the man’s cocky smirk. He could feel his cheeks heat up, imagining scenarios in which cum could get up there.

“Thanks, I think I'll manage,” he choked out, turning back away.

“I mean, it takes two, at least, and a good partner should help with it.”

“I guess so,” he mused, red faced against his arms, and the topic simmered out. 

“Were you in a forest recently?” the groomer asked instead.

“Uh, yeah, why? Oh no, is there a tick?!”

“No, no, don’t worry,” the man chuckled. “Just some pine needles. And twigs. Found a small pinecone too,” he said, showing him the findings in his palm.

If he gets any redder he might faint.

“Uh, that’s not cool, I’m usually more careful, I swear I’m not a slob-”

Steve stopped him, patting the bare skin between his wings soothingly.

“My friend has wings too, I know how easy it is to get stuff stuck in them after just a short walk through the woods. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about."

Eddie grumbled into his arms, melting further into them as if he wanted to disappear. The rest of the brushing was uneventful, with Steve mostly talking about his winged friend. Her name was Robin, the namesake of the salon, and she was a co-owner of the place. It seemed like they were close, but not once did Eddie get the idea the feelings between them were romantic. 

“Now I'm gonna clean them for any remaining dirt, then just conditioning and we’ll be done.”

Eddie nodded, watching him swap the supplies for the next task. 

Five minutes in proved him wrong for thinking brushing was his favorite part of grooming. Steve was way more attentive than his uncle, gently rubbing the suds into feathers. Under his touch, and with a faint smell of jasmine, he started dozing off. After the third time he jolted himself awake, Steve gently said:

“It’s okay, you can nap. You wouldn’t be the first one. I’ll wake you up to pick the oil when I’m done.”

Eddie nods once, and settles his head on his arms, letting himself drift off.

He’s woken up by a warm hand soothing the knobs of his spine. He purrs at the touch, still in a sleepy daze, before catching himself. The man chuckles, but doesn’t comment. He offers him a slim brown bottle.

“I have others to choose from, but I think this one would work for you.”

Eddie screws it open and takes a sniff. 

“It smells…” he searches his brain for the right word. “Foresty.”

“Yeah, Do you like it?” The man is grinning again, so Eddie rolls his eyes before admitting that yes, he does. Steve takes the bottle back. “You can go back to sleep, or I can make you some more tea or coffee if you’d rather wake up before leaving.”

As appealing as another nap sounded, Eddie didn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of the man.

“Coffee sounds great.”

“Gotcha. Be right back.”

He returned bearing coffee and immediately went to work. He rubbed the oil on his palms before applying it to the feathers with the same motion he’d been cleaning them with, slow and attentive.

Maybe not going to sleep was a bad choice, but Eddie determinedly sipped on his coffee, just letting himself enjoy the treatment. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” the man spoke up, surprising Eddie. He made a hum of encouragement. “For a favor, actually. I’d give you a full treatment for free as payment, of course.”

Eddie turned back to look at him, now curious. The man was focused on his wings.

“Just spill it, man.”

He breathed out, finally looking up to meet his gaze.

“I’d like to add your wings to my portfolio,” he motioned vaguely to the walls of the salon, decorated with photos of wingfolk. The main focus were their wings, some of their faces weren’t even shown, though some had make up and hair done - a secondary specialization for the salon. “Most of those are of my friends, but none of them have black wings. I’d love to have yours displayed.”

Eddie frowned. 

“You want my wings on your wall?”

“Greatly.”

“Wouldn’t that scare off customers?” he reminded. 

The man only huffed.

“Good, I don’t need people like that around me.”

Eddie was stunned into silence. He turned back to settle against the chair, considering the photos on the walls.

“Okay. I’ll contact you after the tour?”

“I’d love that. Thank you,” the man said with a smile in his voice and went back to work.

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M | 1455 | mlm | werewolf/human, prey/predator, being hunted down as a form of foreplay | they don't have names bc I wanted to pretend it's not Steddie | it is | it was supposed to be a back to school fic too | pre-relationship, mutual pining if u squint

One of the students in the wobbly line tied his hair in preparation for the event. He has been anxious for the past few days but now as he looked around, it settled his nerves. Everyone was here for the same reason and didn’t look much more prepared than him. Meaning taking a shower, putting on shoes easy to run in, and a crop top he hoped exposed his midriff in an alluring way. 

Behind them - the Prey, the Hunters were huffing and puffing, claws digging into dirt, their hot breath too far away and yet so easy to imagine on his neck. 

It was his last year of college and he finally let his curiosity (and lust) get the best of him. For the first and last time, he was joining the Hunt Down - a ‘celebration of youth and new things to come’, brought by their monster peers. Read: fucking in the forest under the last full moon before school.

He’s been hesitant until the last moment, but this afternoon his roommate reminded him it was now or never. Not only because they were on their way to finishing college, but also because the faculty was doing their best to shut the celebration down.

So here he was - on the edge of campus grounds, where the picnic space was giving way to the local forest. His skin was itching in participation and the arousal was buzzing low in his belly.

He was almost ashamed to be here, almost being the crucial word. He was way past that point, he was on his last leg of college and if he felt like being hunted like a prey by a bunch of frat boys, then he had the right to do it. He grew as a man in the past few years. Because it took true balls to go from "fuck the jocks" to "fuck with the jocks".

One of them, especially. He was hoping the guy was one of the Hunters tonight, the rumors better be true or else he might red his way out of it. Yellow if the mood hits. He would be green all the way for him, though.

That he could be ashamed of; his infatuation with one of the frat guys. Granted, he was from one of the newer, more inclusive fraternities, but a fraternity nonetheless. With how painfully cliche it was, it helped that mingling with monsters was still frowned upon.

Because his frat boy crush was also a werewolf. 

The dark clouds had finally parted and the full moon, the last one of the summer, came into view above the trees. A cacophony of howls pierced the night sky - the hunt was on.

Too stunned to react, it took him a second to register the thunder of shoes and the giggles accompanying them. The Prey got a head start until the howling stopped. He scrambled to follow the other freaks (mostly giggling sorority girls) who found the idea of being hunted between the trees thrilling.

He knew he was an easy target. He’s been slacking at PE for as long as he could remember, and the terrain of squishy moss and fallen twigs decreased his abilities even more. It would be hellishly embarrassing if despite that nobody considered him worthy of hunting down. He was just some guy, a metalhead, among a group of pretty girls and even prettier boys. Who could he possibly appeal to? What kind of werewolf would sniff his weed and sweat drenched shirt and decide ‘this one’?

His thoughts and wheezes were so loud he hadn't noticed when the howls stopped. It might have been mere seconds or minutes ago but what he could be sure of was that the wolves were now in the forest with him.

He heard a scream to his left, a delighted one. To his right, slightly far away, a howl. And behind him, thunder of paws.

Behind him.

He wasn’t sure it was him the wolf was after, but his instincts kicked in regardless and he pushed his muscles to their limits. He knew they must be aching now, but he couldn't feel it. Tomorrow though, he probably won’t be able to use his legs at all.

Pinecones and twigs were cracking under his heavy boots, but it wasn’t about the stealth. It was about the thrill of running away from a predator that will do unimaginable things to you when you get caught. 

If you ask nicely, of course. A stoplight system was in place for the safety of participants.

He slipped on a patch of moss and the beast got closer, the hot breath on his back confirming that yes, he was after Eddie and nobody else. Zeroed on this twig of a human reeking of weed. There was a playful snap, cold wet nose brushing against his skin, and a tug on his loose top. The one he wore for the sole reason to be easier to catch, pull, and tug towards capture. Also getting your clothes torn on you sounded hot and he had millions of other Metallica shirts in his closet.

What did not sound hot was getting your face smashed in by a tree at a fuckfest. He had maybe a millisecond to flinch, before he was yanked backwards, away from the tree trunk. He collided with a mass of fur and muscle, stumbling to the forest ground in a tangle of limbs. 

He and his captor rolled across moss and twigs and when they stopped he couldn't help a short and nervous laugh that pushed out of him.

The werewolf's snout was in his hair, sniffing aggressively.

"Okay?"

The words sounded unnatural in the fanged mouth but they were understandable enough. He nodded despite the weird position he was in, sprawled on a big wolf.

"I'm fine."

The grasp on him tightened for millisecond. A reminder.

"For now."

Right. His breath stuttered and he suddenly could feel all the scorching hot points of contact. There were a lot of them considering the wolf took his fall.

He shifted, a pathetic attempt at putting distance between them, but a quick yank on his wrist was all it took to have him stumble back into the wolf's grasp. Without time to even struggle, he was flipped over a broad shoulder. His teeth bit hard into his lip and his thighs squeezed even harder. He wasn't ready to turn into a whining mess this early into the night. Being manhandled was a low blow.

But as enticing as the act was, the logistics of it weren't that pleasant. His body was shaken with each step and the hairy shoulder was digging into his hip bone. The swaying motion of his head forced him to close his eyes and focus on the heavy scent of sweaty fur and the soft tufts of it between his fingers.

Finally the blur of movement, trees and fur subsided and the world shifted, his wobbly legs setting on an equally wobbly surface, promptly making him collapse. The wobbly surface turned out to be a patch of moss. He ran his fingers through it, damp and soft. Suspiciously soft. He twisted around, caressing it with his hand before looking up with poorly contained curiosity.

"Did you prepare a den?"

The wolf huffed and while the snout wasn't very expressive, there was something in his movements obvious enough to be read as sheepish.

"You did!" The smirk was now on full blast, he couldn't help himself. He spread himself on the makeshift bedding while cooing: "Is the big bad wolf secretly a softie? Wanted his prey comfortable for the main event?"

The wolf growled, a warning, but he was having too much fun teasing a literal beast hovering over him, his heart thudding in his chest, thighs spreading subconsciously just a bit more.

"Did you come here in the morning with a rake, found the fluffiest moss blanket and cleaned it up for me? Awww that's so sweet of you. Such a good puppy."

The tail behind the werewolf twitched while his thighs tensed like it took everything from the beast not to start wagging it. But before he could make a comment about that, the wolf decided he had enough of his teasing and dropped on top of him, caging him between his huge arms. It growled right in his face and his brain took an embarrassingly long moment to decipher it as a word. A question.

"Color?"

He let out a breath, relaxing into the mossy bed set up for whatever the wolf had planned for him. His fingers traced the paws resting next to his head, the sharp claws, soft fur and strong muscles beneath.

"Green, puppy."

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T | 649 | m/m Steddie human/demon | it's part of the Temptation universe, monsterfucker Steve, demon!Eddie

Sometimes, when they are inside, especially in Eddie's trailer, he slips up without thinking.

He doesn’t shift fully, but somehow the mix of familiar setting and people makes him feel safe enough to let go. It’s on a day like that, when he’s on the floor, taking notes for his next session, that his tail shows up swaying behind him, back and forth. 

Steve can’t take his eyes away.

They are waiting for Robin to finish her driving lessons, so they can go to the movies together. It’s been an excruciating twenty minutes since he got there and he was already losing his mind. The tail had a mind of its own and was trying to hypnotize him. 

And he was determined to read the comic in front of him. The Teen Titans that both Dustin and Robin seemed to enjoy, so he decided to give it a go.

Based on the little he knew about the characters so far, he wondered if Eddie was like their private fusion of Raven and Beast Boy. The demonic and shapeshifting parts, respectively. Although Raven’s powers were more akin to Eleven’s…

“How’s the comic?”

He nearly jumps out of his skin, when Eddie addresses him out of the blue. He lowers the issue in his hands to look back into his mischievous eyes. 

“Uh, it’s good.” 

He remembers nothing from the past ten pages.

“Maybe you should try Marvel instead. It’s more suited for casual readers.”

Steve frowns. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Eddie chuckles.

“Absolutely nothing,” he sing-songs, his tail swinging. Only then does he seem to even notice it. “Damn, sorry. Do you mind?”

Steve shakes his head furiously, flabbergasted that he even has to answer that question. Eddie should be aware by now how little he minds. 

The metalhead settles back down, tail swinging with new vigour, even letting his horns grow out in full. 

Steve is far from settling down. He doesn’t even bother with picking his comic back up. Why would he care about fictional characters with superpowers when there was a real one literally in front of him?

“Steeeve,” Eddie's voice is reprimanding yet playful. “You’re distracting me.”

Steve lets out a huff. 

“Well, I'm trying to read, and you’re just-” he waves his hand in Eddie’s general direction 

“I’m what?” Eddie leans on his elbows to look up at him properly. “Waving a dick-shaped appendage right in front of your face?”

He fumes, slapping his comic book down and straightening up.

“So it was on purpose!”

Eddie laughs. Laughs so hard he almost rolls over on the dirty carpet.

“No, I wasn’t even thinking about it, honestly. But it’s good to know that’s how you interpret it.”

Steve tried to fight the blood going to his cheeks. Was probably failing. So instead, he picks the comic back up and tries to focus on it.

“Steeve.” He can hear the boy crawling closer. Stares harder at the blurry speech bubbles in front of him. “Steve, sweetie.” A warm hand lands on his knee and he gives up quickly. Lowers his comic faster than before, because the hand on him is big.

Eddie has shifted, and while still on his knees next to the bed, was already towering over Steve. And that, unfortunately, worked on him. 

“There’s still over an hour before Robin gets here,” he says, his tail rubbing tantalizing circles into his calf. 

Steve hesitates because what they're doing is weird, and not because they are both men or because one of them is partially a demon. It’s weird because Steve is unable to name it. It’s further than flirting, more than casual, but not enough to call it dating. But his gut churns with the promise of what Edie can do to him, and with his next words, his dick comes alive.

“And I remember someone wanted to be fucked with my tail.” 

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T | 1692 | it's Steddie again :) more of the wingfolk!Eddie AU | continuation of 'wings'

As soon as he passed the "Welcome to Hawkins" sign, he got nervous. There was a phone call looming over him. One of professional variety but with a very kind and handsome man.

The slightly crumpled business card is waiting in his wallet, hidden out of view, so it wouldn't distract him on tour. Too much, at least. Steve probably hasn't thought about him at all. It's been over a month, he might have forgotten about his offer completely.

He still had to unload their equipment in Gareth's garage, so it took several hours before he could hide behind his trailer's doors and pick up the phone.

"Robin's grooming service, how can we help you?" a woman's voice answered. Probably Robin herself, he thought.

"Hi, it's Eddie Munson, I've talked with Steve-"

"Wait, hold on," she interrupted him. "Steeeve!" she yelled away from the receiver but still loud enough for him to flinch. "Your man is calling!"

Your man? Oh. Oh.

There's a clatter on the other side before he can finally hear Steve's voice.

"Eddie?" He sounds excited and Eddie's stomach swoops. His wings flutter behind him, the traitorous bastards.

"Or your man, if you prefer?"

Steve lets out an awkward laugh.

"I might have been talking about you a bit too much."

Eddie shuffled in place, elation preventing him from standing still. 

"That excited to see me?" he drawls, unable to help himself.

"Gods, yes," the man groaned. "I really hope you'll let Robin do your makeup, I've found this eyeshadow that'll match your wings perfectly. I've been drafting the photoshoot pretty much since you left."

Right. The photo shoot. The favour he was asked for. 

"I'm okay with makeup," he says, composing himself quickly. There's a tiny "yes!" On the other hand, he can't help the smile pulling on his lips. "When would you want to do it?"

"Are you free now?"

For a second, Eddie is too stunned to answer, so Steve follows up:

"No, I know it's late, we'd do the photos tomorrow at the earliest, but I'm too hyped now and would love to talk out the details with you. In person."

The silence on the other side is expectant and nervous. Eddie considers his losses. Possible chances.

"I guess I could meet up," he says, totally casual like he wasn't day-dreaming about seeing the man again with every groupie at his side.

"Great! We're actually closing soon, so would you be okay with going to my place?" There's a squeak on the other side, followed by some clattering. He could have imagined it though, it was so quiet. "It's okay if you'd rather stay in the salon."

"No, it's okay. We can talk it out at yours," he pushes out, wondering how in the hell was he gonna stay sane while in the man's home, having a semi-business conversation. Artistic project conversation? Not a fucking date, that's for sure.

"Whenever you can, then. I'll wait for you at the salon, it's just a short walk."

"I just got back, gotta shower and eat something, and I'm off."

"I'll feed you, don't worry about that."

"Uh, okay then. Shower and I'm leaving."

"Perfect." He could hear the pleased smile through the line. "It's nice to know calling me was a priority over eating, you know," the man teased, ending the call before Eddie could defend himself.

He sighed, realizing he accidentally gave his eagerness away.

He deliberately took his shower slower than usual.

*

As soon as he stood in front of the salon, Steve was waving at him through the glass. Eddie waved back, unwilling to acknowledge they were both acting like dorks.

After grabbing some stuff, the man met him outside.

"Hi! It's nice to see you again!" He said with a wide smile, eyes on him while he locked up. Then he turned fully towards him and raised his hands, with an expectant quirk of his eyebrow.

Albeit surprised, Eddie leaned into the short hug.

"Likewise," he admitted. They started walking arm to arm as Steve led the way.

"I have some leftover sauce, and I could cook pasta real quick. Is that okay?"

"After a month of bar food and cheap take-out? More than okay."

Steve laughed.

"Okay, I get it. Does it mean you don't want any beer to wash it down either?"

Eddie was shaking his head before the question even rang out fully.

"I need alcohol, I was the driver for the whole tour."

"None of your bandmates has a license?"

"Uh, they do, but Gareth is the only one I would trust with my van, and he's not comfortable in the altered seat."

Steve nodded with understanding. Wingfolk drivers had their seats cut a certain way so the wings wouldn't get in the way. 

"So Gareth is the human drummer?"

Eddie nearly ran into a light pole.

"You remembered?"

"A human drummer in an all-wings metal band Corroded Coffin? Yeah, I remembered."

He was ready to swoon on the spot.

*

He watched Steve cook the pasta while shuffling through sketches and magazine cut-outs of winged models, make-ups and hairdos. There was a lot, and he was surprised to see how much thought Steve had put into it. Into him.

To his surprise, when they sat down to eat, Steve asked him about his tour. And he paid attention to his words, asking the right questions at the right times. Like he was genuinely invested.

It was only after Eddie thanked him for the meal and started his second beer, that the actual purpose of his visit was brought up.

"I think you'd look the best if we made you more animalistic, but I don't want to play into any hurtful stereotypes, you know?"

Eddie only shrugged.

"I don't mind. People will think what they want anyway. Besides, you're not putting me in a suit."

"Pity, but I bet you'd look good in anything," he said, eyes assessing Eddie's body, stopping at the halter top he chose to wear. It displayed even more skin than his cut-up shirt from their first meeting. It was easier to take off, too.

It seemed to be doing its job.

"Anything in mind?"

Steve hummed.

"I don't know, I kinda like the halterneck." Then, with hesitation, he added, "I was thinking… nothing, actually? I want to focus on your wings."

"Steve,” Eddie coos with a smirk. “If you wanted my nudes you should have just said so.”

"Black fabric!" Steve spat out, face red. Eddie barely held in a laugh. "We'll wrap some fabric around your hips, maybe make a simple toga. Not completely nude!"

"Boo, ruining the fun," he pouted.

To rein in his humiliation, Steve went into business mode.

"I want to do your hair, just simple stuff to give it some shine and volume. Robin would do eye makeup, something to match your metal vibe," he smiled, and Eddie grinned back. "My friend Jon will be photographing, we have some poses in mind, but I've found out it's best to work on the spot."

Eddie whistled.

"A whole team working on little old me."

"I want the photos to look professional, and your eyes unstabbed with an eye pencil, so yes. A team," Steve nods seriously.

"I kinda liked the one-on-one treatment though. It was very relaxing," he mused, half hoping to get an idea of what Steve's thinking.

"We'll work alone before they join us. I'll also owe you another session for doing this for me," he reminded him with a shrug. Eddie hummed softly.

"Right… Can I cash in now?"

Steve blinked.

"I was actually hoping we could do the photoshoot tomorrow, or the day after so…"

"Great, we'll get a head start, then."

Steve gulps, looking around as if for an escape route and Eddie winces. Maybe he got a bit ahead of himself.

"Sorry, I overstepped. We're not in your salon anyway. We can do it tomorrow." He grabbed his beer, planning to empty it and leave as soon as possible, but Steve straightened in alarm. 

"No! It's- We can do the brushing today," he nodded, mostly to himself, before scrambling to grab the wing brush. He rolled it in his palms, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Where would you want to sit? Robin usually lies on the floor or on the bed. Sometimes just sits in front of the couch, but it's not the most comfortable."

Eddie considers his chances.

"Is bed okay?"

"Yeah, I don't mind. Just let me… do some damage control."

Eddie chuckled. 

"Sure. Hide your dirty underwear and stuff."

"It's not that bad," he grumbles, disappearing into his bedroom. Whatever he does there doesn’t take long, because soon he's motioning Eddie to follow.

The room is small and simple, focused solely on sleeping and picking out daily outfits.

Steve pats the bed invitingly. It's big enough for two people.

"Does your bed see guests often?" he asks, unable to help himself.

Steve is quiet momentarily, settling on a fluffy ottoman next to him.

"Only Robin. But if you're asking about my dating life, I've been in a bit of a dry spell recently," he shares, starting the relaxing drag of his brush.

"Aw, why? Such a handsome bachelor?"

The man snorted.

"Had been striking out after a bad break up, then focused on opening the salon. I'm trying to get back into it now, but I might be out of practice."

"Well, I might not be the target audience, but for what it's worth, it would work on me."

“What if you are my target audience?”

Eddie gives himself a moment to collect his thoughts and still be able to stay cool.

"Then it’s our second meeting, and I'm already in your bed. I think you're doing great." 

Steve chuckles.

"Guess so." 

"Speaking of which,” Eddie shifts on the Steve-scented bed. “You know that if you keep at it, I'll fall asleep?”

"That would be terrible. On my queen-sized bed? Unthinkable. Whatever would I do?”

“Okay, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He rolls his eyes before closing them and let the gentle caress on his feathers send him to sleep.

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T | this is Steddie | I've stopped pretending | not even 300 words | part of The temptation of St. Harrington universe | Demon!Eddie

Eddie woke up to the softest of touches, to fingertips barely grazing his skin. He sighed sleepily, feeling warm and satiated and unwilling to move.

The soft caress slid over hisnnose and eyelids, to his temples, pressing delicately at the invisible bumps.

He must have been watched closely, if they were found so easily. Hs hummed his appreciation, and the touch emboldened, rubbing around the bumps, relieving a never ending itch, until it became easier to just let go and let them grow out, break through the human skin. 

He sighed when the touch eased the strain of bending his skin and bones to accommodate his demon self.

"Shift, please?" Steve asked softly.

Eddie groaned. 

"It's like 5AM, Steve, can't you wait? I'm pretty sure I'm all out of cum, too."

"It's three, actually."

He opened one eye, daring a peek, and all he saw was the pitch black around him. He groaned, burying himself deeper into the pillows.

"Steevee."

The man grabbed the now fully formed horns, hauling himself into his demon's lap. 

"I just wanted to sleep on you," he said innocently. 

"Yeah?" Eddie grumbled, grabbing his hips, palms curling and elongating into claws, earning him an instant shudder.

"Mhm."

He huffed, flipping them around, until he was lying on Steve, and let his skin ripple into his second form. Soon, the man was fully trapped under his body, sighing contently into his ear, muscles relaxing under pressure.

"That works too."

It turned into a small, soft moan, and Eddie could feel his dick twitch against his abdomen. No surprise, Steve had this whole size thing going.

"Try again when the sun is up."

Steve was now boneless and half sedated under him, none of his brattiness left to protest.