#Incubus!Eddie

[courtingchaos]

But Incubus!Eddie has trouble sometimes doesn’t he? Insatiable as he is, there comes a time when the fantasies meet up just so. Just right. Juuuust what he’s been in the mood for. Just rough enough to indulge him, his demonic strength — likes to throw, likes to feel you fight him, likes the feel you claw at his arms and back when he hits it in the way he knows makes you almost cry and choke on your breaths.

Too cocky brats trying to out do each other, but he always bests you. Giggling, smirking, cooing while he lets you on top, let’s you choke him, let’s you slap him.

“Go ahead, keep up with me,” he’ll grin up at you, hands tucked behind his head with his elbows out lazily, “Go ‘head n’ try. I’ll watch.”

Can you keep up? You want to keep up. It’s hard being a mere mortal.

- definitely not Carol.

Okay not @carolmunson .

(This got away from me.)

(It’s all over the place actually.)

(I didn’t read this over. Pardon my mistakes.)

(It’s also been one thousand years.)

He heard you before he even saw you because you’ve clearly seen him. Like the thoughts are being beamed directly into his brain he can hear your words tripping over each other. Short of just screaming ‘hot!’ at him, it’s a blur of images he can barely keep up with. The guy your with, he assumes, is tall and looming and completely uninterested in you. The music blares loud from the speakers so you don’t hear him come up behind you even though you’ve had your eyes glued to his head since you spotted him.

“You come here often?” He whispers right in your ear and he can see the immediate effect he has on you. Something like pure euphoria rolls over your face and your eyes dip half closed to find him in the dark.

“Not really, no. Not my kind of music.”

“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter then?”

Lurch next to you is still oblivious and only gets huffy when you tell him your running to the bathroom. The next set it starting soon and you’re gonna miss it and honestly it seems like you don’t even want to be here, he can’t believe he spent money on your ticket. He’s halfway to asking you to pay him back when you turn and leave and Eddie has to turn away too to hide his laughter.

It’s too easy some nights.

Really it’s been too easy most nights. That fire under his skin is a low ember, still hot but fading and with it his own self too. He’s figured it out at this point what he is and what it entails, so he’s looking for a good hit tonight and it would seem to be you. There’s an edge there that he can’t suss out yet, something swimming under the image of him cornering you in that hallway to the bathrooms.

There’s another flash of him with his hand on your neck, walking down some street lined with walk ups. It’s dark, both the feeling and images, especially when he sees himself kissing you in the doorway.

“I’d really like to get out of here Eddie.” You’re at his elbow before he knows it. His name rolls off your tongue like syrup and he didn’t even have to tell it to you.

“Yeah?” He shifts to box you in against the wall plastered in posters. “What about your date?” Your hands run up the inside of his jacket, nails first into his ribs while your eyes dance up and down his chest.

“I don’t really care.”

There’s the bite he was looking for all night. He doesn’t hesitate to drag you out of that venue and into the night. Your all hands and reaching grasps, teeth along his neck and laughter into the crook under his ear. He snakes his fingers along the back of your neck, just to hold, and you lean in harder under his arm. When you steer him into a darkened entryway the hairs on his arms stand up just before you push him against the brick.

“I don’t bring just anybody home.” You tell him between kisses that you mash along his jaw. You’re clawing at him through his t-shirt almost like you’re trying to will it out of existence. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He just hums, turning to laughter when you pull him into your place. It’s small and dark and you don’t waste time showing him around the close quarters. Just pull him down the short hallway to your room.

He already knows about the rope you keep in your bottom drawer, unused but with hopeful intent for the future. He knows about your top drawer full of batteried friends and the two silicon cocks that don’t seem to ever get the job done just right. He’ll fix that though, especially tonight while you let the information just roll right off of you.

Lust filled psychic damage blasted at him that almost makes him stagger. You have plans for him that make his teeth set on edge and he realizes he has a real challenge tonight. You’re not just someone looking for a quick fix to their fantasies, you intend to take him along for the night of his life.

In your room he spins you around before you can push him back onto the bed. He climbs up after you and gives you a brief glimpse of himself, horns and all. A flash of a memory that seems to light a bonfire in you. He gets your shirt off and your jeans undone before you try to take control again, your fingers dipping past his waistband to feel along warm skin. Tugged further up your bed and further up your body so you can bite at his bottom lip he laughs at your fervor. So quick to get to all these pieces of him that seem to glow for you in the dark.

He can already feel your teeth biting into the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. Your hands pull at his hair before they ever travel upwards, still busy trying to work his jeans open with eagerness. He already knows what the wet heat of your mouth holds for him and the way it feels to sink in deep inside you. The backs of your knees will be tacky against his palms when he presses them into your chest to get the right angle, the one that makes you growl something deep.

You surprise him though. A welcome wrench in his plans when you kick his leg out from under him. Make him fall to his side and you roll him, smiling down at him and pushing up his tshirt. A palm slides flat up his chest and the appreciation is evident in your eyes.

“Am I lucky yet?” He gets out before you make him moan with a light grip around his throat and a firmer one down his boxers.

“You tell me.” Heavy strokes up his length while your fingers dance around his neck. It’s been too long since someone has turned his own game on him and he relishes the attention for now. He lets you hold him down and tease him, the moans at the back of his throat genuine. He has a moment of doubt when you lick a long line up his cheek and laugh, the idea that you might be like him and he somehow missed it, but when he reaches further into your lust that’s all he finds.

A need to push and pull at him that has you both still half dressed and him winning this new match of wills. It’s almost a slap fight when he gets out from under you with a giggle. Almost unbelieving as you push his hands away in your need for dominance but once he gets his hand in your hair you drop. Pliable and moveable like you were melting into your mattress as his free hand glides along your back. Up your spine and back down your ribs to make you shiver.

He gets you out of your jeans with your underwear shoved to the side, fingers finding your clit without even trying. You can’t see him but he lets that cocky grin spread all the same when you try to hold yourself up under his magical touch. He knows all your spots, knows where to mouth and where to bite and it’s almost like you can read his mind too. Hands grip behind you to grab at his hair, fingers digging into the back of his neck and hips chasing his hand when he turns his touch a little too light.

“Eddie please just fuck me.” You whine and he pulls your head backwards to capture you in a kiss. He can feel you trying to gain the upper hand again but he isn’t playing that part of the game anymore tonight.

“Say it again.” His voice is deeper. Layered in tones to keep you floating in that headspace of combined lusts. There’s an awareness to you still though even under all this fog and when your gaze shifts to his he can’t really deny you anything when he watches your lips form around your plea.

“Please Eddie.” You press your hips into his to grind along his hard cock and he has to take a steadying breath before he rips your underwear further to the side and lines himself up. Barely in place before you rock your hips again and push him inside, a hiss from between his teeth when you groan and dig your nails into the back of his neck. This isn’t going to be one of his long night as much as he wishes it was. You’re too far gone to his power and your own hubris, lust washing over your every dip and curve. He keeps his fingers on beat with your panting breaths and it almost feels like a light has been turned on suddenly with the burning at the base of his spine.

Heat rolls off of him the closer he gets to cumming, his breath wet against the back of your neck where he mouths around to sink his teeth in. He’s almost blind to you in front of him while his mind is filled with a jumbled mass of your thoughts. With every pointed thrust he gets a shiver up his spine like you do, a double hit of his own powers that makes him feel dizzy. Nails dig into his thighs where you grip him tightly to keep him close and rutting, your repeated ‘don’t stop right there!’ giving him a tempo to keep up with.

He times it just right so you cum at the same time. Drawn up flat against his chest, his fingers working you over to pull you up to your peak, cock buried deep so he can feel every flutter around him. He lets you see him just out of the corner of your blurring vision, really see him before your eyes roll back and you moan out his name. Wild curls with black eyes under them, dark mouth and thin tongue that darts out lick at the shell of your ear while you come apart.

Eddie can feel that well inside overflow with you. His name sounds too sweet from your mouth, your fantasies too potent for him to just ignore when this is all over. Gently he lowers you to bed with light touches that hold now instead of grip. When he slinks in behind you on top of your covers he cups a cheek with his palm and runs the tip of his thumb along the edge of your lip. It’s a soothing motion for sure but he’s also bringing the night to a close before he decides to do something stupid.

Instead of you falling asleep like he planned though, you seem to bounce back with a clearer head about the stranger in your home. You kick him out gently. Nice even he thinks, but he wasn’t planning on staying anyways. You hand him an Oreo from the pack you’ve opened while he gets his boots back on and he can’t help but laugh.

“Was I a good boy, deserving of a treat?” He shoves it wholly into his mouth and holds his hand out for another. You cast a suspicious glance at him before it breaks into a smile and you hand him two.

“Very. One for the road.” Your eyes are heavy while they watch him walk out the door. Hidden behind it to conceal your bare legs against the cool night. He can see his effect on you still, a glint under the tiredness from mauling each other for an hour. “See you around?” You ask around a yawn and he shrugs.

“Only if you wanna find me.” Outside after you turn off the light he stands there memorizing the number on your door and the sign on the corner before he starts on his way home, new fantasies filed away for his next run in with you.

#My Work #Incubus!Eddie #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader

[pinkkinoko]

“You’re not dying Munson, you ate this morning, and I have to go before these asswipes lose us the game”

Vampire!Eddie this, and bloodsucker!Eddie that, but what about incubus!eddie?? Huh?🤨 did you guys even think about that? That’s also vampire adjacent my brochachos

#mungrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #eddie munson #incubus!eddie #<-that’s a tag now >:) #though Ig I could see say succubus #anyway hot new headcannon #fresh off the garbage disposal #incubus!eddie would be such an over dramatic bitch #just #constantly whipped and hungry

[stevieschrodinger]

incubus!eddie is now complete!

#read it on ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #steddie #stranger things #steve harington #creature eddie munson #magic eddie munson #eddie munson #fan fic author #fanfic #incubus #monster #monster lover #incubus!eddie

[lokis-army-77]

OK, so I know I *could* write this, but my WIPs are ridiculous, and you wrote Demon Eddie so well that he lives rent free in my head.

I was thinking Incubis Eddie, where reader thinks shes just having very horny dreams with this thing, and then he visits her when he thinks she's asleep but she's not...

Feel free to add your own flavours, or ignore this horny thot entirely up to you babe x

Hunger

Incubus!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 2k

A demon awaits you in your room when you arrive home from a night out.

Warning: 18 +. multiple orgasms, some licking (f reviving), fingering (vaginal and anal), CNC?, some hair pulling, blood.

And thank you to @lofaewrites for beta reading 💗

Masterlist

He had started showing up in the dark corners of your room only a month ago. It was after you had watched some horror movie with a friend and instead of being afraid like every normal person in the theater, you were turned on. 

In the dreams you had of him, you weren't scared either even when he came into the light and bared his two rows of needle-sharp teeth, even when his horns made him appear taller and the wings stretching from his bare back made him look broader. 

Each night he visited you was another wonderful exploration of your wants and desires. You couldn't get enough of him and when you woke only to find that the pleasure and the pain had all been a dream, you sulked to yourself as you missed the feel of those long, clawed fingers scratching at your skin.

You had come home way later than you usually would on a weeknight. Only coming through your front door at around three in the morning. A long-time friend of yours had gotten married and the reception had gone on longer than you would have liked. The bride and groom had left at around twelve but the party raged on without them. You called it quits when the ache in your feet could no longer be ignored and instead of conversation, all you could do was yawn. 

Trudging through your front door you kick your shoes off and throw your bag onto the table in the entryway. You’re exhausted and all you want is to go to bed.

As you walk through your house, everything seems normal, until you flip the lights on in your bedroom. You freeze when you see it. A dark mass by the head of your bed bent over and pulling at the clumped-up sheets. 

The creature whips around, its hair falling into its face as it growled. Its wings spread out to make itself look bigger and it bared its rows of sharp teeth.  You take a step back, fear gripping onto you. But then, as you look at the strange form, you are met with a familiar feeling. This wasn’t a strange creature, no it was what visited you in your dreams. 

Confusion fell over you then. He was just a dream. He wasn’t real so why were you seeing him in your room? You don’t remember falling asleep anywhere. Shaking your head, you pinch your arm, thinking it might wake you up like it does in the movies but all you feel is the sharp pain it brings to your forearm. 

Cautiously, you take a step forward, hands out, showing the creature you didn’t intend to do anything rash. “Hello,” you speak softly. His eyes slit as he stares at you. “Uh.. what are you doing here?” You ask. He had never really talked to you in your dreams before but it didn't hurt to try. 

“You aren’t supposed to be awake.” He answers, voice deep. 

 You take a deep breath. "What do you mean?" you ask.

He stares at you for a moment before he speaks again. "You know what I mean."

When he steps toward you, you step back, only to run into the door. Where there should have been a sense of dread, there was only a spark. A tingling sensation coiling up inside of you the closer he came.  

He reaches out his hand, claw-like nails giving him a more sinister look, and brushes back the strands of your hair that had fallen out of the updo you had been wearing for the wedding. You shiver when you feel his nails tickle your skin.  

You can feel your heart beating faster as he shuffles closer to you, his larch body towering over yours. A gasp leaves you when he unexpectedly grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” Your voice wavers as he walks you over to the bed and throws you down. Your body bounces at the force and once you settle, you try to back away from him. 

He huffs, frustrated. “You aren’t this much of a hassle when you’re sleeping.” He takes hold of your ankle and drags you back down the bed. You try to wriggle free, but he is too strong. He grabs the other ankle and pulls you towards him, trapping you between his body and the mattress. He presses his body against yours, his hands roaming over you. 

You can’t help the flood of arousal that washes over you as you struggle against him. He’s smirking like this is a game to him and it’s only making you more flustered. 

Leaning down, his lips press into yours and his tongue slips inside your mouth. It’s forked, just like in your dreams, but now, with what little he’s said, you wonder if they were really dreams at all. 

The kiss is fierce, full of strong emotions and wandering hands. He tugs on your dress and you can hear the fabric beginning to tear. You try to pull away and to stop him but he’s so much stronger than you. 

You feel the needle-sharp tips of his teeth nip you, drawing blood from your bottom lip. He laps it up, humming at the metallic taste. Your fingers drag lines over his back and sides as you fall deeper into the feral, primal instincts now controlling you. 

His hardened length can be felt pressing into your thigh as he ruts into you. His kisses are rough and desperate, and you can feel his heart racing against yours as he pulls you closer. He whispers in your ear, "Let me take what I need and I will let you sleep.” 

You’re nodding before you can stop yourself. The growing need for him is too much to resist now. 

The creature hums, satisfied at your submission. Soon, your dress is finally ripped off of you, along with your undergarments. You are left completely bare to him, nipples pebbling in the cool air of your room and thighs snapping shut at being so exposed. 

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and he’s quick to open your legs up. Long, deft fingers trail down your exposed skin, goosebumps coming up in their wake. He takes his time, coaxing you into a more relaxed state with gentle caresses and warm lips sucking marks into your skin.

“Ah.” A moan leaves you when you feel him bite at your collarbone. Tiny pinpricks that draw the smallest amount of blood. His tongue laved over the wound and he let out a groan. 

His hand finally reaches between your legs and you let out a cry of relief when his thumb rubs over your clit. His other hand moves up to cup your breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. His mouth moves over your neck and he whispers in your ear, “You are so sensitive.” His fingers slid through the wetness faster over your clit. 

Your hips move in tandem with his hand, bucking and writhing. He lets you take what you need.  His fingers move faster still as you begin to moan and gasp. His other hand moves down to your hip and grips as your body jerks with each wave of pleasure. “Fuck-” you breathe. You can feel the all-too-familiar sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“That’s it. Give it to me.” He whispers into your ear as your back arches and your toes curl.  

Your breath hitches as your body tenses. Your voice breaks and you cry out in pleasure as you reach your peak. His grip tightens as you collapse onto the bed. 

The creature moans into your neck and he keeps rubbing his fingers into you, slowly moving them down from your clit to circle around your soaking-wet entrance. You whimper in his strong grip. 

“Please,” you gasp. He doesn’t stop, he pushes two of his fingers into you, pulling a wail from your lungs. You are clamping down around him, cunt practically sucking his fingers. 

There are squelching sounds coming from the fluid motion of his fingers roughly bounding into you. Your pleas and moans accompany the sounds and it’s like music to the creature's ears.   

He fingers you with abandon, pushing and pulling with force and speed. Your orgasm builds with each thrust of his fingers, your pleasure becoming more intense with each passing second. Your body goes rigid in his hold and as you cum for a second time. 

“No more,” you mumble, spent and exhausted. 

You hear him chuckle, “I’m not done with you, pet.” 

When his fingers leave your used cunt, a whine leaves you at the loss and you feel yourself clamping down around nothing. He is turning you onto your stomach before you know it. Your head is buried in the sheets and your body lies like a board. 

With closed eyes, you can only assume what he is doing behind you as you feel his body atop your own. Thick fingers push apart the fat of your ass to expose you. The tickle of his hair as he leans down to lick a thick stripe from your pussy to the tight ring of your ass makes you twitch, a small bit of exhausted laughter pushing through you. 

He pulls back and you can feel his thumb toying with your ass, circling and pushing in just slightly. He has moved to his legs are on either side of your closed thighs. You can feel the hardness of his cock resting along the seam of where your legs meet. He’s hot and leaking pre-cum. 

Wiggling your hips, you encourage him to keep going. He then guides his cock closer, pressing the tip through the sticky wetness and into your waiting pussy. 

You moan into the bed at the stretch, hands gripping the sheets. He’s so big that he makes you feel so full without being completely inside you. 

He keeps pushing into you, grunting and hissing at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. Once he is fully sheathed inside you he begins to piston his hips. In and out in and out. He’s fucking you at a brutal pace. Giving you pleasure but also taking what he wants from you. 

His thumb is still circling your ass but as he keeps going, he finally pushes past your tight rim. You cry out into the open air of your bedroom. His thumb is thick and stretches you open where you have never been stretched before. 

“Fuck, yes.” You mumble into the sheets below. 

He grins. “You like that pet? Like when I use this pretty ass?”

You nod, hair tangling under your face as you do. “Yes, yes, yes.” It's the only word you can get out of your mouth. 

Listening to your words he begins to thrust his thumb in and out of you at the same unwaveringly fast pace that his hips have set. 

You can’t help the guttural groan you let out. It’s all becoming too much. So many sensations are filling your body, some familiar and others new. The strings of your orgasm have been pulled taut and are slowly breaking one by one. Your fists clench and your legs spasm. The creature reaches to your head and pulls on your hair at the base of your neck. Your head is forced up and with a half cry half moan, you cum around him as he releases thick stream after thick stream into you. 

As he keeps himself buried within you, he leans down and bites at your ear before speaking. “I may have to visit you when you are awake again, pet. You take me so well.” 

He pulls out and moves away, fast and unexpectedly, leaving you to drop, spent, and used on the bed. You turn slowly to look for him but your eyes find him nowhere in your room. It was empty, he had vanished into thin air. 

Soon he will return, hunger no longer sated by the sexual energy that you have given him tonight.  

#incubus!eddie munson #demon!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #fem reader #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

[all-the-words-necessary]

Steve gets it from his dad, who, well, is a real asshole about it. 

It’s a bit unnecessary in Steve's opinion. It’s not like he hatched a mastermind plot to become an incubus. It’s just genetics. At least his Dad does deign to teach him the basics. It’s a quick lesson, love 'em and leave 'em in one simple step. 

Despite any initial misgivings, Steve takes to it like a fish to water. He loves everything about it. He loves everything about sex- the sticky lipgloss, sharp nails, everything soft and hard and wet and warm. He loves knowing just how to cock his head or cant his hip to get exactly what he needs from anyone he wants. 

He loves everything about it right up until Nancy. 

There's nothing like getting your heart broken into a million pieces that gives you some time for introspection. He wasn't a nice person. He knows king Steve left a trail of broken hearts in his wake. Almost a whole lifetime of ignored calls and broken promises. He doesn't blame Nancy, he wouldn't want to stay with himself either. 

As a result, He starts holding off on feeding for as long as possible now, uncomfortable with the idea that his whole existence is based on the concept of take, take, take with no give. If he hooks up with anyone they know it’s a hookup. He’s not looking for any misaligned expectations. 

After that sex is a bit different. 

It’s something he still needs to do, and Christ, he can feel it if he goes too long between feeds but it's more furtive now. Something done as a need and not a want.

There are less women looking for a one time fling but he soon finds out that there are men who are more than willing. Steve loves women, but he’s figuring out he loves men too in a wholly new and different way. The way men can crowd his space, hold his wrists, make him feel small and hunted. 

To a point, of course. 

He is a creature of the night, or whatever the fuck you want to call it. No matter how caged in or small he feels there is always the knowledge firmly planted in the back of his mind, an monstrous instinct, on how to break out of a hold or bend someone to their knees. How to feed, crush, or devour.

It's not a big deal. It's just- there are some nights when Steve is lying in bed and he just wants. And some of that is for sex, sure, but also for some intangible thing just outside of his understanding. It’s on nights like this that he slowly drags his hand up to meet his throat and just- he just- presses. The pressure is firm but he can still breathe, he just wants to press enough so that he can feel it. So he knows it’s there. He’ll be hard, he’ll be aching, but he won’t do anything else. 

He just wants to feel the pressure until his mind starts to quiet down and maybe, just maybe, he can stifle this suffocating want bubbling within. (He won’t. He never can).

He starts wearing a rubber band around his wrist. 

It's just there if he- if he needs it. When things get a bit too rushed or overwhelming, he'll give it a quick snap. The sharp pain ricochets through his body like a gun, leaving Steve's mind blissfully blank. Grounding him in a way nothing else does, and believe him, he’s tried. He carefully avoids any thought around what that means.

The upside down happens. Eddie happens. There and gone like a flash in a pan. A boy whose eyes were kind and hands always in motion. A boy who made Steve take pause and think of the possibilities for maybe the first time since, well. It’s a moot point anyway. 

Or at least it was until right now. 

“Well now big boy, are you going to let me in?” Eddie says, all easy and loose limbed as if it’s nothing. As if he hadn't died three days ago. 

Steve steps back automatically too stunned to speak, leaving his front door open in silent invitation. Eddie looks- Eddie looks- different somehow. He still has the same… everything that should matter, but there's something in his air that makes him appear a bit taller, a bit sharper, a bit wider.

Eddie doesn't come inside. In fact, he doesn't move, holding himself so still he seems otherworldly. The silence grows, and Eddie seems like he's waiting for something desperately important. It's then that Steve gets hit with the clue ball.

"You're not human, are you?" He asks, voice a bit uneven in a way he's not going to examine. He doesn't know what to do with his arms. Should he square up? Prepare himself for some kind of attack? Steve notes that Eddie's eyes are still kind and his arms remain loose at his sides.

"No," says Eddie, drawing out the word, "but neither are you." He shuffles closer to the door and casually leans against the frame. 

#Steve/Eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Incubus!Steve #Steddie

[jesuisici33]

Seven Sentence Sunday tagged by @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @heartbeatdiaz incubus!eddie/hunter!buck was the runner up in my poll, so here's some new sentences for that wip! <3

“This isn’t funny, Maddie.” He tosses the file back at her.

“I’m not laughing.” 

“An Incubus? Eddie? When was the last time you heard of Eddie sleeping around?” Buck can’t sit still anymore. Can’t sit in front of his sister as she accuses his best friend of being a monster. He doesn’t even know what’s even more insulting: Maddie thinking Eddie is a monster or Maddie thinking Eddie is a sex demon. Both are so insanely out of left field the metaphorical balls hit Buck in the face without warning. 

Maddie gives him an unimpressed look. “The fact that Eddie is a relationship guy is why it took me so long to believe this. But there are other ways for an incubus to feed, Buck. Being around people who are naturally lustful and seek out sex.” Buck ignores the pointed look he recieves along with the blush staining his cheeks. “That low level arousal people are in can keep them fed for a while until they need to get an orgasm from the source.”

“Okay, really loving having this conversation with you.”

“There’s also sex dreams.”

A cold bucket of water seems to be thrown on Buck. “What?” 

Maddie seems to be able to read whatever is written on his face - of course she does, she’s his sister, and she practically raised him - because her voice lowers to a calming tone. “Have you been having sex dreams about Eddie? Answer honestly. And tell me how long they’ve been happening.”

How long? Fuck, since he’s met him.

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#incubus eddie wip

[captinkirc]

i wanna fucking tear you apart PT. 2 (demon!eddie munson x steve harrington)  18+ only

Summary: Eddie and Steve find themselves being babysat and watched like a hawk while Dustin devolves into conspiracy mode, trying to figure out how exactly Eddie is back from the dead. Steve was going to die of blue balls. It was official.

Word Count: 8.7k

[content warnings: swearing, demon/incubus!eddie, hurt/comfort, gay sex, choking, hand/ring!kink, slight gay crisis, praise!kink, Monsterfucker!Steve, overstimulation, feminization and breeding!kink -- I know, a real doozy here]

Notes: ya'll! there was so much demand for another chapter of this AU, and by god, you've got nearly 9k more to enjoy. I went through my DND handbooks to do some research on incubus', and mostly based Eddie's new look on the art, even if it's more of a stereotypical demon look. Have fun!

PT. 1 PT. 3

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Steve knew he didn’t really have a touchpoint on normal behavior for “your friend/fuckbuddy that came back from the dead in an alternate universe hell” but he definitely knew something was not quite right.

They hadn’t really had an opportunity to talk about what happened the night of Eddie’s return. Steve, suddenly feeling wrung out and exhausted, had fallen asleep halfway through Eddie redressing him and helping — well, more like dragging — him up the stairs to his bedroom. Then, Steve had woken, feeling slightly cold with dread in the pit of his stomach, to find himself alone in bed and his phone ringing off the hook.

It turned out that Eddie had just escaped into the backyard to smoke, and Steve couldn't deny the relief that settled over him. Clad in a pair of Steve's own sweatpants and t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest, he dexterously twirled a box of cigarettes in his hand as he closed the glass sliding door behind him.

In his ear, Dustin acting was as bratty as usual, more demanding than asking for a ride over to the Wheeler house to visit the Byers’ makeshift headquarters. Instead of fully paying attention to what Dustin was saying, Steve caught Eddie’s eye as he snuck back inside, watching as Eddie realized who was on the other side of the phone.

They would need a group reunion sooner rather than later. 

Steve caught the way his throat bobbed, eyes shifting towards the floor. 

With a dismissive ‘yeah, alright man, be there soon,’ Steve hung the phone back on the receiver and shifted to lean back against the kitchen counter, turning his eyes back to Eddie. Eddie was watching him carefully, still lingering at the back door. They stood in silence for a moment in a standoff to see who would speak first. The clock ticked loudly through the kitchen. 

“Do you uh…wanna come with me? See everyone?” Steve barely disguised his knee-jerk cringe, watching as Eddie shrank in on himself. He shuffled closer, settling against the counter opposite him and tucked one hand around his own waist, the other fiddling with the ends of a lock of hair and pulling it across his face. 

“You think that’s a good idea?” Eddie asked quietly. Steve sighed, trying to tilt his head down for a better look at his face, hidden behind a curtain of curls. 

“They’re gonna have to find out eventually, man,” he answered softly.

“I just…” Eddie trailed off, taking a deep breath and unfolding his arms. He clasped his hands around the edge of the counter behind him, fingers drumming anxiously. Steve wanted to cross the short distance suddenly, gather the man up and forget the whole thing to begin with. Call Dustin, tell him he felt sick, fell down the stairs, whatever. Instead, he waited patiently, chewing on his lip.

“I don’t know, Steve.”

Slowly, Steve crossed the short distance and settled next the Eddie, reaching out gently to trail his fingers along his wrist and halting the nervous tapping.

“Listen,” Steve sighed, “you don’t have to explain anything right now, alright? I may not be the smartest around but… I know — I can tell that you seem different. We can all wait until you're ready, even if we’re all dying with curiosity. But Dustin, Mike, Robin…they would wanna see you regardless.” 

Eddie looked curiously over at him, a shy smile curling his lip. He leaned in to nudge him with his shoulder, and Steve laughed softly, nudging him back. They settled closer together, arms and shoulders flush against each other. Eddie turned his wrist, catching Steve’s fingers in his — Steve quietly hoped that he couldn’t hear the rapid thumping his heart was making in his ears.

“And…you don’t care that I’m different now?” 

He looked closer over at Eddie, reaching out with his free hand to tug on a lock of his curls. Steve smiled teasingly as Eddie swatted at his hand playfully, his smile growing broad.

“No, I mean…you’re the Eddie Munson. Isn’t that your whole goal?” He joked, his heart flipping in his chest when Eddie laughed brightly.

“Pshh, yah got me there, pretty boy.” Steve wanted desperately to run his thumb over that sharp canine, up the curve of his cheek, the crinkle at the corner of his eye; he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked back to the floor instead, eyes trained on their clasped hands. They lapsed into silence.

He should go before he decided not to leave altogether. 

The idea was sounding more and more appealing with every passing second. Steve sighed, untangling their hands, taking a moment to trail his fingers over the cool metal shapes of Eddie’s rings before retreating towards the stairs.

“You don't have to, okay? It can wait. Henderson’s gonna have my head if I’m not there soon though, so uh, I’m gonna go get ready if you wanna think on it.” Eddie gave him a rapid nod in response, and Steve took that as his cue to escape up to his bedroom. 

Steve took a moment to catch his breath, still feeling the tingle of Eddie’s fingers wrapped in his own, the warmth left behind along his arm — he groaned, leaning back against the door and rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. 

“Christ, get ahold of yourself man,” he muttered to himself.

Steve had had plenty of girlfriends, almost flings, had many bouts of a nervous stomach and words catching in his throat, especially with Nancy. But even then, it hadn't quite felt like this. Steve liked girls, he knew he liked girls. Always had. Liked their long hair, big eyes, easy smiles…

Ringed fingers and frizzy curls and a teasing grin…

Steve groaned. 

Maybe he liked boys too…or perhaps just one boy in particular.

He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it in the direction of the hamper, shuffling his pants down as well. In the mirror, he caught sight of the bruises and teeth marks littering his skin — his throat, shoulders, hips, thighs…Steve shivered, sucking in a shaky breath as he tore his eyes off of his reflection. Even with his neck still bruised from demobats, he was going to have a hard time explaining those away. 

Steve quickly redressed, spraying on more cologne than usual and fidgeting with the collar of his polo. 

Definitely not going to be able to hide them. 

With a quick glance, Steve found his wallet and keys set out neatly on his dresser, his duffel bag, previously abandoned by the front door last night, sat tucked against the foot of his bed — fondness surged up in his throat. Eddie must have gone down after helping Steve into bed, placing his things where he’d find them, cleaning him up, looking after him. The idea of someone taking that kind of care and attention for him —

Steve snatched his wallet and keys and shoved them into his pockets, rushing back down the stairs.

Eddie looked up from where he lingered by the door as Steve bounded down the stairs. He’d redressed while Steve was gone, now wrapped in his classic jeans and leather jacket, but Steve couldn't help but flush when he saw him still wearing his shirt underneath it.

“You comin’?” Steve nudged as he bent down to shove his feet into his sneakers. Eddie’s hand curled around his elbow, helping him keep balance as he tied his laces.

“I think so, yeah. Gotta corral my lost sheep, don’t I?” Steve smiled, straightening up to clap Eddie on the back. He was briefly thankful that he wouldn't have to hold onto this secret for long, especially when Dustin was mourning him as well. They headed out the front door, Steve taking a cursory glance around to make sure no one was walking by before ushering Eddie out towards the car.

The ride over to Henderson’s house was unnaturally quiet. Steve didn’t try to break it, especially after looking over at Eddie, hunched down in his seat and out of view and chewing anxiously on his fingernails. He reached over the center console, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s knee and stopping its nervous bouncing, smiling to himself as he felt Eddie’s warm fingers curl around his own.

He squeezed gently, hoping it was reassuring enough, before reaching back for the stick-shift.

In what felt like hours, they pulled up the long driveway of the Henderson house, Steve barely having put the car in park before Dustin was bounding out the door to meet him. 

“Hey, hey, hold up Henderson!” He scrambled to climb out and meet him halfway, nearly falling flat on his face when his arm ended up tangled in his seatbelt. He righted himself, and grasped Dustin’s arm and pulled him a short distance away from the car — Steve glanced back at the car, narrowly catching Eddie peering back at them from his seat.

“What the hell, Steve? We’re gonna be late since you took so long getting here, doing you hair no doubt — it doesn't even look right, wait, what is wrong with your neck —”

“Oh shut up, listen, this is important okay?” Dustin rolled his eyes, but quieted anyway, looking up at Steve expectantly. He took a deep, steadying breath, settling his hands on his hips.

"I don’t really know how to explain this," Steve began, "and I don't know how you're going to react." He took in one more deep inhale, glancing back towards the car. His nerves were suddenly spiking — why hadn’t he thought about what he was gonna say just a little bit more before jumping into this? Dustin looked up at him, watching expectantly.

Better just to come out with it.

“Uh…Eddie’s here. In the car. He came by my place last night all bloody and — ” Dustin moved faster than Steve was convinced he had ever seen him move before towards the car. Steve scrambled after him, catching up as the passenger side door swung open; Dustin staring dumbly where he stood as Eddie ducked out.

Eddie shoved his hands into his jean pockets, trying his best to look casual and unbothered, but Steve could tell from the tight line of his shoulders that he was waiting for escape. At least from Dustin staring like that, nearly open mouth in shock. Steve was about to step forward and attempt to ease the tension, until Eddie broke the ice.

“Hey there, Henderson.”

Dustin launched the remaining distance, slamming into Eddie and crushing him into a hug. Steve sighed with relief as Eddie returned it. He could barely hear Dustin’s voice from where his face was pressed into Eddie’s shoulder, but when it came out, it was smaller and softer than anything Steve had ever heard out of him. 

Steve was suddenly reminded of how young the kid was when this all started. It was easy to forget that underneath it all, he was still a kid.

“You were dead…I saw you…” Eddie visibly cringed, but clasped his hand around the back of Dustin’s head and held him close. Steve watched the kid’s shoulders shake slightly, watched Eddie squeeze him even tighter in response. Eddie sighed, pressing his cheek into the fabric of Dustin’s hat.

“I know, man,” Eddie whispered, “listen I’m… you shouldn’t have had to be there for that —”

“How are you alive? Did Vecna — wait, did the Demobats — Demobat rabies? Are you like, part Demobat now?” 

Both Steve and Eddie laughed at that; though Steve didn’t notice the tenseness behind Eddie’s voice. Dustin pulled back, looking up at Eddie and inspecting him closer, rambling a mile a minute until Eddie shoved a hand in the kid’s face and teasingly pushed him back. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the Spanish Inquisition, man. I’m just glad to be back.” Steve and Eddie’s eyes met over the top of Dustin’s head, and Eddie’s very obviously trailed down to the obvious bite marks along his throat.

Yeah, very glad to be back. 

Steve swallowed, trying to tamp down on the inappropriate memories fluttering to the surface. Great timing, Steve. 

Steve took that as a moment to nudge back into the conversation, break his eyes away from Eddie’s and circle back around the car to jump in the drivers seat. 

“We should probably get going, Henderson, you were the one complaining about being late.” 

“Well now I know it was for something more important than your hair — ”

“Oh shut up already, get in the car before I leave you here.”

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Their reunion with the rest of the group consisted mostly of people scrambling to hug him and shocked laughter, practically exploding when he walked in the door. Plenty of new introductions were made — Will, Jonathan, El, and Argyle (who Steve was still trying to find out who on Earth he was) — and Lucas, Mike and Nancy both looked equal parts horrified and elated to see Eddie. Even Nancy hugged him, which Steve had not expected in the slightest. 

The urgency finally settled, and once again the topic of ‘what happened’ was brought up. Eddie gave what Steve could tell was a halfhearted explanation — ‘I woke up as if nothing had happened, saw that giant gate opened up — the Upside Down must have done something — all I can remember is waking up hungry and tired and got the hell out of there.’ Dustin was in full blown theory mode, trying to piece together his own explanations and answers.

“It could honestly be the Demobats! You were ate up pretty good,” Steve cringed at the memory, “maybe you’re a vampire now, all the Demobat venom or something? You healed like in what, three days!” Mike, Will and El jumped in on the conversation, and Steve could tell that Eddie was having a full blown crisis.

Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, tilting his head towards the kitchen when he looked up. Eddie let out a sigh of relief, and Steve helped him up from his chair as they made their escape. They settled in silence, mimicking their positions from earlier that morning. Eddie shuffled up into Steve’s side, fingers fiddling with the band of Steve’s watch absentmindedly. 

“You okay?”

“Mmm,” Eddie hummed, “fine, considering. Though I guess I shouldn't get too comfortable, Dustin will probably want to shove a stake through me soon to test his hypothesis.” Steve chuckled, letting Eddie twist their fingers together again.

“I dunno, it’s sounding pretty convincing. You were biting the shit out of me last night.”

“I couldn’t resist,” Eddie teased, leaning over to slide his teeth along the side of Steve’s neck, “want all your blood for myself, Stevie. Gonna make you my vampire queen.” A shiver ripped down Steve’s spine and he flushed, and tried unsuccessfully to cover his responding gasp with a huff. By the way Eddie leered at him, his attempt at exasperation wasn’t convincing in the slightest. 

“You like the sound of that, Harrington?” Eddie rounded on him, clasping his hands against the counter on either side of his hips. 

The sudden shift, tension and heat settling in the air, made Steve’s head spin as Eddie slid closer. His own hands settled on Eddie’s hips without thinking twice, and Eddie looked far too pleased with that realization. 

“Oh!”

Steve snapped out of the fog, looking over Eddie’s shoulder to see Will standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, frozen like a deer in the headlights. The pair jumped apart, Eddie turning to thoroughly inspect the pattern of the countertops and leaving Steve with damage control.

“Will, sorry. Eddie uh…needed some air.” Will didn’t look convinced, but seemed just as desperate to escape the situation as they did — the kid’s face was rapidly turning red as he stared at Steve.

“Did you need something?” Steve prodded.

“No!” Will jolted, “No, I mean um, yes, Dustin was just looking for you.” With that, Will turned on his heel and practically ran from the kitchen, leaving Steve to feel as if he’d just missed out on a major piece of information. Suddenly, he could hear Eddie snickering behind him — he looked back to see Eddie bent over the counter, trying to smother his laughter into his hand.

“What're you laughing at?” Steve jabbed his finger into Eddie’s side, grinning when he wiggled away.

“Looks like I’ve got competition now!” Eddie teased — Steve rolled his eyes, turning to follow after Will. Maybe it was best to escape whatever energy was building again before it bubbled out of control. He called back into the kitchen as he left, smiling as Eddie’s boisterous laugh followed after him.

“Don’t test me, I just might let Dustin stake you after all!”

“Oh you wound me, darling!”

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“Maybe it’d be best not to be…alone with him too much! I’m just saying if he’s a… a vampire or something, he might go after you!”

“Dude, that’s nuts. Even if he was — which this is not me agreeing that he is — he’s not gonna attack me or something — ”

“Well, we don’t know that! You don’t know that!”

“I thought you liked Eddie? He’s your friend!”

“He is! But maybe we should take group shifts with you! Just till we know for sure! Like me or Robin or Mike, we could all stay with you and Eddie and make sure that nothing happens —” 

“That is so unnecessary!”

Dustin had dragged Steve out onto the front porch, a frenzied look in his eyes as he explained his new theory that the Demobats had indeed altered Eddie’s DNA, and he was now masquerading as a vampire like the ones in his nerdy role-play game. While Steve could admit to himself that Eddie was obviously different, this sounded…a little too much. Did it really matter? What difference would it make if he was some sort of vampire, demon, whatever? They’d managed much worse just fine. At least he was here. He didn’t want to look to close at those thoughts, not yet at least. 

Couldn't he just…enjoy this? Without putting it under the microscope just yet? 

“I’m just saying, it’s better to be safe! It could be like a slumber party!”

Steve groaned in frustration. There were many instances in their friendship of Dustin dragging Steve along for the ride, demanding his help and worming his way into his business out of no where. At this point, this was also feeling like it would be one of those moments. 

“Fine. Fine! Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me crazy!”

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Weeks. Weeks went by of Steve practically not being able to take a piss by himself. In his own house! If it were under different circumstances, he might have appreciated having more people around the house, keeping him company while his parents disappeared for months on end to god knows where. But this was getting to be way too much.

Looking at Eddie, he could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Weeks of stolen moments between the pair weren’t doing any favors for the developing…whatever this was…between them. Eddie had been moved into an extra bedroom across the house, so they couldn't even have time together at night. Every day dragged on with work, volunteering, and stolen, fleeting moments between the two. Eddie, cornering Steve in the hallway, pressing him against the wall to kiss him hard and insistent — only to hear Robin and Nancy call them back to the board game spread on the dining table. Steve, slotting a thigh between Eddie’s legs as they made out in the kitchen — and quickly interrupted by Dustin coming in from the pool. Filthy words whispered in Steve’s ear as they sat in the dark living room, attention supposed to be turned on the movie on the TV screen. 

Steve was beginning to lose it. 

On top of all this, Eddie really wasn’t looking like himself. His already paled skin was looking even more so, dark rings blooming around his eyes, he was smoking through his cigarette packs and weed even quicker, and his temper seemed to turn at the drop of a hat. Steve had even flinched, watching Eddie break one of the kitchen cabinets off its hinges after it had swung closed on him one too many times. 

Maybe there was something to this whole theory Dustin had. He really couldn’t find it in himself to care that much, either way.

Which, in turn made Dustin even more insistent on someone staying to keep an eye on him. 

Steve was going to die of blue balls. It was official.

Thankfully, their luck would turn soon. Robin had come back from volunteering at the relief shelter with Steve for the day, having brought back pizza and preparing to pull a movie from their overwhelming bag of overdue movies, when Steve’s phone began ringing off the hook. Steve had just collapsed face first into the sofa, bones aching and feet sore — he groaned into the cushion and waved his hand about — someone else could answer the phone. Send it to voicemail, for all he cared.

The sky could be falling and he would not be getting up from the sofa.

Robin must have gone to answer it — he could hear her voice softly from the other room. A weight dipped the cushion by his feet, warm hands rearranging his legs to drape over their lap. 

“Long day, pretty boy?” Strong, sure fingers pulled his sneakers off, letting them fall to the floor with dull thuds. Steve grumbled as they pulled at his socks, peeling them off as well — Eddie’s warm hands settled around his aching feet, thumbs massaging into the muscles carefully.

Steve let out an affirmative groan that suddenly twisted into a sharp moan as Eddie’s fingers dug into the particularly sore arch of his foot — instantly, the air in the room felt like it had been sucked out. Steve’s breath felt lodged in the back of his throat. Eddie’s hands froze.

“Hey guys, sorry — that was Vickie! I told her I’d be here tonight but she wants to hang out, are you all okay if I leave? She's coming to pick me up, I told her I could walk over to her place no problem but she insisted on it which like, whew, okay! Definitely didn’t want to walk over but I would have if —”

“Sounds good to me,” Eddie interrupted smoothly, “Steve’s probably gonna pass out soon anyway.” 

He’s gonna make sure of it.

Robin laughed somewhere above him, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to look — instead, he shoved his reddening face even further into the cushion. Robin continued to ramble on, Eddie, surprisingly, jumping into easy conversation — Steve on the other hand, could not have followed the conversation if his life depended on it. Especially when Eddie’s hands wrapped loosely around his ankles, his thumbs rubbing against the delicate bone there.

Steve heard a car honk outside, and peeked out to see Robin tripping over herself to run for the door. Steve’s heart jumped into his throat, thumping violently. 

“Bye guys! Don’t kill each other please or Dustin will have my head!”

The door slammed shut behind her, the lock settling into place with a small click. Silence settled in the living room.

“And then there were two,” Eddie murmured. One of his hands slid up the back of Steve’s leg, wrapping around the meat of his thigh and squeezing it tight. After the teasing and the tension building, Steve could already feel his dick jumping to life in his jeans — especially after suddenly remembering the last time he and Eddie were alone on this couch.

Steve shivered.

“You okay, baby?”

Steve nodded into the cushion, not trusting his voice enough to respond. 

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come up here and look at me?”

Steve carefully rolled onto his back. He would have been more embarrassed for already being as riled up as he was if Eddie hadn’t looked like he was right there with him. Eddie stared down at him, his eyes already intense and dark and scrutinizing his every movement. Steve squirmed, heat rising up his chest and cheeks.

“Oh, perfect. Look at you, pretty boy. Laid out like a present.”

‘Eddie…c’mon…” Steve blushed. Eddie’s eyes flashed dangerously as he shifted up onto his knees, looming imposingly over him. 

“Finally alone, Stevie. I was beginning to think it’d never happen.”

“I’m gonna murder Dustin myself,”Steve groaned, his dick giving another traitorous twitch as Eddie crawled up over him till they were eye to eye. Eddie leant down, kissing him sweetly — Steve hummed against his lips, reaching out to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

“I missed you, baby.” Eddie whispered. 

“I missed you too.”

Eddie hummed approvingly. Steve gasped as his mouth trailed a hot path across his cheek and over his chin; nearly jumping out of his skin when warm hands snuck under his t-shirt.

The room was suddenly stiflingly hot, and Steve’s head was swimming. 

“Please, Eddie…”

While he wasn’t really sure what he was asking for, Eddie would know. 

Eddie would take great care of him. 

“I know baby, I know. Want me to fuck you into this couch again, hmm? Stretch you out right here so you can think about it every single movie night, get all flustered?”

Eddie shoved his way between Steve’s thighs, pressing in tight and grinding their hips together. They both gasped at the pressure; Steve clambered to hold him tighter and rock up into him as Eddie doubled down. The blood was rushing to Steve’s brain, desperation seeping in. He jolted upright, shoving Eddie back and frantically pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it across the room and reaching for Eddie’s. Eddie went easily, looking somewhat bewildered, and let Steve nearly rip his shirt at the seams trying to get it off.

His fingers were shaking as they went for Eddie’s belt — Eddie tried to help, both of them tugging and fumbling over each other’s pants until they devolved into half-dressed frotting, panting into each other’s mouths. Steve felt like he might burn alive, feeling Eddie reach between them and shove his hand into Steve’s boxers. Eddie’s hot hand wrapped around his dick, swiping over the sensitive head.

“Yesss…” Steve hissed, tilting his head back against the cushions. Eddie took the opportunity, biting along the curve of Steve’s jaw and down his throat — Steve shivered, feeling the sharp points drag against his skin. 

“You taste so good, princess,” Eddie’s tongue slid along the prominent tendon in Steve’s throat, and he couldn't help but whimper, “so, so good.” Steve didn’t hear the word as much as he felt it — the low growl reverberated through him, shaking him down to his bones. He keened, hooking a thigh up over Eddie’s hip to pull him closer.

“Need to leave more marks on you, baby, can’t even see the old ones anymore.” 

‘Please…”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Want me to bruise you up? Fuuuckk, I’ll give it to you princess, not gonna be walking when I’m done with you.”

“Yes —”

“Good boy, fuck, you’ll just take whatever I give you, won’t you? My little slut, all desperate and needy for me — ”

“Yes! Please, Eddie.”

The tight grip Eddie had on Steve’s hips turned a touch too tight and sharp — Steve yelped, but before he could register what had happened, Eddie was already halfway across the room, a horrified look flashing across his face. Steve’s head spun at the sudden shift — he sat up, trying his best to get his wobbling legs to hold as he got to his feet. Eddie paced through the living room, taking deep, shuddering breaths.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?” 

“I just…” he took a moment to steady himself, “…overwhelmed. Don’t want to be too hard on you.” Steve’s brow furrowed. Hard on him? After last time, it seemed pretty obvious that Steve had liked, if not throughly enjoyed Eddie’s rough handling. Liked the way Eddie manhandled him, held him where he wanted him, marked him up. What was the problem now, all a sudden? 

“Man, I don’t care — ” 

“You should! I could seriously hurt you — ”

“Hurt me? Eddie, c’mon, how on — ”

“This!” Eddie spun on his heel to face Steve. He held his hands out — and Steve watched, bewildered, as those ringed, wide hands began to morph in front of his very eyes. Skin turning an ashy black, palms spreading wider, larger, fingers elongating, nails stretching into sharp, curved claws.

Ah, that’s what had poked him.

Steve watched as the ashy black tone shifted up his forearms, almost like his skin was burning to a crisp before his eyes. Huh. Maybe there really was something to Dustin’s theory. Steve stepped up close to Eddie, slowly, giving him the opportunity to escape as he reached out to curl his fingers around Eddie’s wrist. His pulse hammered under Steve’s touch.

“Is that all?”

Eddie stared at him, baffled. 

“Is that all?”

“I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you think. We’ve dealt with a lot worse than a vampire, demon, hybrid, whatever —” Eddie let out a half-delirious laugh, gesticulating wildly at him with his other hand. 

“How are you so — the dude you’re fucking is a sex demon and you don’t even blink an eye?”

‘Sex demon? That would make a lot of sense,’ Steve thought to himself. Eddie knew what he needed, just how to push and pull, knew how take such good care of him…suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense. What else would he be able to do? Steve shivered. 

“Eddie, it’s still you.”

Eddie looked skeptically at him, then down at Steve’s fingers wrapped around his wrist. Steve looked as well, his stomach giving a lurch at the sheer size difference between them now. He sighed, seeing the resolute look in Steve’s eyes. 

“There is more.” 

“Yeah?” A pulse of desire shot down Steve’s spine, and he looked back up at Eddie to see him already staring back at him, eyes dark and unwaveringly focused. Like water shifting before his eyes, Eddie’s form changed — Steve held his breath, waiting for it to settle.

The first thing Steve noticed were the horns — long, sleek, sharp-pointed curves of blood red bone that disappeared into his curls. His face looked strikingly normal, besides his eyes, which were nearly glowing   red. The sharp teeth that Steve had become accustomed to were even sharper, longer — Steve bit his lip, thinking about what they might feel like now against his skin.

Suddenly, Eddie was taller than him; Steve realized he had to tilt his head to look up into his eyes now. His shoulders and chest were wide, broad, with a pair of large, red wings spread out behind him — strikingly similar to the Demobats, he thought to himself. The contrast of colors made the paleness of his skin even more prominent, highlighting his high cheekbones and dark lips.

‘Beautiful,’ Steve thought to himself, reaching up to run his fingers along the curve of one of his horns. Eddie curled his hand loosely around Steve’s wrist as he cupped his face, closing his eyes and leaning his cheek into Steve’s palm.

“You’re not scared of me?” Eddie whispered, turning his face to press a kiss into his palm, his teeth barely brushing against skin.

“Never.” 

‘It’s kinda sexy, to be honest.’

“Sexy?”

Steve flushed, jolting as he felt something wrap around his thigh — he looked down to see a long, slender tail curving around his leg, seemingly at will. When he looked back up, Eddie was grinning at him, teeth on full display. Predatory-esque, almost. Eddie curled a large hand around his waist, pulling Steve flush against him.

Steve’s head spun at the shift. 

“You like that I’m bigger and stronger than you now? Can take care of you just how you want, isn't that right baby?”

“Yes…” Steve breathed. The mere suggestion of it had Steve’s dick once again stirring to life — perhaps it was a side affect of being the sole focus of Eddie’s attention. He’d never been raring to go this quick, not even when he was much younger and inexperienced. A thick thigh slotted itself between Steve’s and he gasped, his hips automatically bucking into the friction.

“I’m gonna ruin you, princess. You hear me?” All Steve could do was nod fervently, his own eyes wide and cheeks burning. 

“Will you kiss me?” Steve asked softly, and it was mere seconds before Eddie was gripping his jaw tight in one clawed hand, rounding on him to kiss him — hot, persistent, dominating. Steve moaned into it, feeling the points of Eddie’s claws press against his cheek. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and was suddenly being lifted, squeaking against Eddie’s lips as his feet went out from under him. 

“I’m having you in a bed this time, pretty boy.”

Oh.

Steve was pretty sure his brain short-circuited. 

Steve clutched to him and caught Eddie’s lips again as he wrapped his thighs around Eddie’s hips. He hauled Steve around like he didn’t weigh anything; carrying him up the stairs, pausing to slam him into the hallway wall to kiss along his bare shoulder, bite along his throat — Steve barely registered Eddie’s new wings sending a few pictures rattling to the floor and table scattering aside in the rush. 

Steve panted into Eddie’s mouth, suddenly noticing that Eddie’s tongue seemed…longer than normal. 

Oh god.

Finally, Steve was tossed onto his bed, the frame rattling against the wall with the force of it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows as Eddie settled over him, crawling across the mattress in an almost catlike manner — he leered down at him before turning his attention to Steve’s half-undone jeans and boxers, nearly ripping the fabric as he pulled them down over his hips. Once again, Steve lifted his hips to help Eddie pull them down his thighs.

“Good boy,” He rumbled into Steve’s ear. “Such a good boy for me.” Eddie kissed down his throat, the low vibration rattling in Steve’s bones, settling through his stomach. He could feel his heart hammering between them as Eddie pressed close, the skin on skin contact sending hot shocks down his spine. 

Steve’s arms went around Eddie’s wide shoulders, now that they were so close, he couldn't bear the idea of any space between them now. His legs came up, hooking around Eddie’s waist — feeling very much like they belonged there. Steve bucked his hips up, gasping as he felt the hot, long line of Eddie’s cock pressing against the back of his thigh.

“Oh my god,” Steve panted, his voice coming out strangled and hoarse, “Please, Eddie.”

“I’ll give it to you baby, don’t worry. I’ll fill you up just how you want, gotta open you up first though —”

“Hurry,” he demanded. The tension of the past few weeks was bearing down on him full force, desperation taking over. Every stolen make-out session, the grinding against countertops and walls, breathing hot and heavy into each other’s mouths… he vaguely registered Eddie groan above him, all of his focus honed in on mouthing over his Adam’s apple as it bobbed. He couldn’t handle any more teasing. 

He literally might die if he didn’t get Eddie’s cock in him as soon as possible.

Eddie reared back, rushing to tug his own jeans and underwear off and kick them to the floor.

“Roll over,” Eddie growled, already grabbing at his hips and starting to manhandle Steve onto his stomach — Steve gasped at the sudden pressure as his dick pressed into the comforter, and the new press of his claws digging into the soft curve of his ass. Before he could gather his mind enough to question what he was doing, he was spreading him open, hot breath fanning against his skin. 

“Oh fuck-” It was official, Steve was never, never, going to be satisfied by anything else. Eddie’s tongue — hot, wet, obscenely long — swept over his hole, and Steve could swear he was seeing stars. He dug his fingers into the comforter, going boneless, moaning helplessly as Eddie held him in place.

Steve let himself lay back and enjoy — panting out little moans as the world melted away around him. He sank into it, letting the warmth spread through him as his brain went quiet, trusting completely that Eddie would take care of him, knew exactly what he needed, what he wanted. 

He was yanked back through the haze almost immediately as Eddie’s tongue pressed against his entrance and pushed. Steve jolted, a moan punching out of his throat. Eddie’s tongue was thicker than he expected, stretching him open with an obscene squelch — the messy sound sent a flash of heat to his face as he pressed it into the bed.

Steve could feel his cock dripping steadily now, now that he was laying limp in a growing wet spot on the comforter. One of Eddie’s hands slid up Steve’s back; over the curve of his ass, the small of his back, up his spine, splaying soothing heat through his muscles. He shivered, feeling those claws trail along his back, scratching light marks into his skin. Instead of settling back at his hip, Steve felt those claws shrink back just moments before two fingers pressed into him, nearly forcing a howl out of him.

Eddie kept up the steady pace, fucking him open on his tongue, but with the added, sudden stretch of two fingers, it was all Steve could do just to focus on not coming immediately as he rutted his dick into the bed. 

He couldn't help himself.

Thankfully, Eddie gave him some relief. He pulled back, looking extremely satisfied with himself as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Steve looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes hazy, heart thudding in his throat. Their eyes met, Eddie’s bright eyes burning red, watching his every move with a nearly obsessive focus. Steve shuddered, breathing heavy through his mouth.

“Oh, look at you baby,” Eddie cooed. “You like that? Liked me getting you all wet?” Eddie settled heavy along Steve's back, pressing soothing kisses along his shoulders. Steve trembled beneath him, suddenly overwhelmed by the towering presence he made — wings spread wide over his broad shoulders; all he could see or feel was Eddie’s heat as his fingers swept over his hole, coming away slick with saliva.

“Yeah you do, you're dripping for me baby, look at that. I was gonna be gentle with you Stevie, but I guess that’s not what you want is it?”

Steve whimpered, his eyes catching the way they glistened in the low light. 

“Such a little slut, aren’t you baby. So desperate, your tight little cunt’s so wet around my fingers…” Those fingers dipped into him again, a third sliding in and spreading him wide. Steve clutched at the bedding, the air getting caught in his throat when he tried to open his mouth to speak. 

“Please, Eddie —”

“Shh, sweetheart, you just lay there, just like that, okay? Be a good boy.” A warm hand settled soothingly along his spine, tail curling around his thigh again and squeezing, and Steve melted as Eddie’s fingers continued their singleminded mission. Once again, they found that bundle of nerves and pressed, unyielding, rubbing in tight circles that made Steve choke on a sob as he cried out Eddie’s name. 

Eddie had the nerve to laugh, soft and teasing, sounding far too satisfied with himself.

“Too much, baby? Want me to stop?” 

“No!” Steve nearly shrieked, reaching back to grasp tight at Eddie’s wrist, even though he knew it’d be in vain if Eddie really wanted to get away. He caught the teasing tilt to Eddie’s mouth through his watery eyes, the smug grin settling into place.

“No? So you don’t want me to stop? Only want my fingers tonight?” 

“No!  Eddie — I — ” Eddie interrupted him with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and Steve keened, loud and high into the air. He tried to squirm away from the onslaught, the pressure coiling tight in the pit of his stomach— but Eddie’s tail wrapped tight around Steve’s waist, holding him in place.

“Poor baby, you’re so close, aren’t you?” Eddie crooned, leaning down to push Steve’s hair back tenderly from his sweaty, flushed face.

“Yes, yes yes, please, Eddie —”

“Taking my fingers so well, Gonna take my dick just as well, huh baby? You’re just gagging for it, aren't you?” Steve wasn’t sure if he wanted to beg, scream at him, strangle him — it was becoming more and more apparent that Eddie loved riling him up just as much here as he did in every other part of their lives. Eddie smoothed his free hand down Steve’s heaving side, the juxtaposition of tenderness with the sharp scrape of his claws against his ribs making Steve shiver. 

“Such a good fucking boy, I’m gonna fill you up so good. Gonna fucking breed you, baby, I’m gonna come so nice and deep inside you and stuff you full. You want that, sweetheart?”

God help him, the man wanted him dead.

His reaction must have been obvious on his face, and thank god, because he wasn't sure if he could speak yet — a sly, devious grin began taking shape as Eddie slid his fingers out of him and settled back on his knees. Steve blearily looked back at him. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it sooner; of course, along with the rest of his changes, his dick would change too. Of course it would, idiot.

Eddie definitely wanted him dead.

Longer, thicker, curved upward — Steve’s breath was coming out in soft, shallow pants in anticipation as he rocked his hips down into the wet fabric beneath him. Eddie slid off of the bed, wide wings tucked in tight behind him as he sidled over to Steve’s bedside table to rattle around — he returned with his bottle of lube, settling back between Steve’s thighs. 

A clawed hand spread Steve’s ass again and he whined as a shockingly cool drizzle of lube slid down the cleft of his ass, two dulled fingers slipping after it to push it into his abused hole. 

“You want it baby? Want me to fuck you bare? Fill your little ass up?” When Steve only whimpered in response, Eddie’s hand was suddenly wrapped around his throat and pulling him up, bowing his back into a concerning arch. Steve’s hands went out in an attempt to steady himself. 

Eddie’s mouth pressed hot against Steve’s ear, sharp teeth teasing the curve of it.

“Use your voice, pretty boy, or you get nothing.”

Steve moaned, mouth hanging open, the loud, shameless sound bouncing around the room. Drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth, sliding down his chin.

“Yes — yes,” he choked out, feeling Eddie’s mouth twist into a grin, “give it to me — please, Eddie — ”

"Good fucking boy, my good fucking boy,” Eddie cooed, leaning in to follow the trail of his saliva with his tongue, giving it all back to Steve with a sloppy kiss. Vaguely, Steve could taste blood in his mouth, salt and metal filling his senses. Eddie licked into Steve’s mouth, teeth nicking his skin as he sucked at his lips and his tongue, before gently settling Steve back onto the mattress and pulling his hips up into his lap. Steve automatically arched into it, letting his thighs spread as he balanced on his elbows into the mattress. 

If the rumbling, deep groan was anything to go by, Eddie definitely liked it. Pride bloomed in Steve’s chest. 

Suddenly, Eddie was pushing into him, punching the air from his lungs. Steve moaned, fingers clawing into the bedding at the full stretch and burn; he blearily thought to himself that he’d never get used to it. The unyielding press, hands pressing finger shaped bruises into his hips, Eddie’s mouth, hot and panting  as he kissed and bit along the back of his neck — he shuddered, reaching back to grope at one of Eddie’s hands, relief flooding him when he twisted their fingers together.

“Shiiittt,” he whined, gasping out as Eddie’s hipbones settled against his ass. 

“Look at that, look at you taking all of it so good,” Eddie groaned approvingly, “all stretched out and full of me. Gonna have you like this every chance I get, baby.” Eddie’s tail curled around Steve’s waist, squeezing lightly, almost protectively. 

“You feel so good around my cock, Steve, fuck,” Steve’s responding moan came out strangled as Eddie pulled back, almost all the way out, and slammed back into him — pushing in deep, all the way to the base in one hard thrust. He quickly set a brutal pace, and it was all Steve could do to hold on, mind reeling as his arms collapsed under him and sending him face first into the bedding. 

“Fuck- fuck !” Steve could help it when his hips jerked forward as Eddie’s hand curled around his dick, he looked down between them to see that darkened skin and claws against his skin and groaned, biting back a moan as he came hard — the orgasm hitting him like a train. Eddie let out a bewildered laugh behind him; Steve vaguely registered Eddie speaking to him, but couldn't focus on anything besides the aftershocks running down his spine. 

He panted into the bedding, spotty points of light flitting across his vision. 

Eddie fucked him through it, his hands sliding up Steve’s back to press him even harder into the mattress as he squirmed. He kept fucking him open, through the sensitivity, cooing and kissing him sweetly, whispering filthy praise to him gently. Steve could feel himself rallying, dick twitching to life again quick enough to make his head spin when Eddie doubled down on him, his powerful thighs slapping against Steve's.

“You can give me one more, right you pretty boy? Just one more and I’ll put a load in your pretty little cunt, just like you want, let everyone know you’re mine.” Steve couldn’t help the long, high whine that tore out of his throat. 

Fuck, where did he learn to talk like that? Steve was definitely learning things about himself tonight.

“Yeah, fuck, that's it,” Eddie snarled. 

Steve cried out Eddie’s name as he started fucking into him again with renewed energy, deep and steady; all Steve could do was lay there and take it. His head was floating in post-orgasmic bliss, fingers clenching and unclenching in the bedding — focusing on the touchpoints of Eddie’s hands wrapped around his hips, tail wrapped around his thigh, and hot breath at the back of his neck. Steve twisted his head, sighing as Eddie captured his lips; they panted against each other’s mouths, kissing sloppily as they tried to catch their breath. 

Eddie’s hand snaked between him and the bed, wrapping around Steve’s sensitive dick and stroking him in time with his thrusts; Steve squirmed, his hips unable to decide between fucking forward into his fist, or back in time to meet his thrusts. Either way, Steve was rapidly tumbling towards the finish line, and it sounded like Eddie was there with him as well.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, just for me, all mine, aren't you angel? Gonna mark you up, fill you up, everyone will know who you belong to — gonna fill you up till you're dripping, gonna keep you forever, c’mon pretty baby, come for me again, I know you can do it—”

"Don't stop, don't stop,— please, fuck, come in me —”

Steve clenched tight around Eddie’s cock — already writhing, right on the edge of too sensitive and overstimulated almost as soon as another orgasm ripped through him.

He kissed him hard as he fucked him through it; Steve’s legs shook beneath him as he sobbed and keened. There was no way he could come back from this, ever even think of trying this with anyone else, not when Eddie made every touch light his body up with pleasure like this. Eddie could have asked him for anything at that point; his car, the secrets of his hair routine, a trip to the moon, Steve would have given him the moon if he asked. He was floating, shuddering, halfway out of his brain as Eddie followed after him.

“So fuckin’ good, baby, fuuuck — ” Eddie cut himself off with a strangled snarl, his hips snapping hard, staccato thrusts — he gave one final, powerful thrust, leaning down and holding Steve’s hips in place as he went still. Once again, teeth latched into Steve’s shoulder, sharp points of pain shooting down his spine. Even his tail squeezed tight around Steve’s waist; he could already feel the bruise forming under his skin. He whimpered —  even in his dazed, fucked out state, Steve felt him twitching inside him, and the embarrassingly hot drip of cum already starting to leak out of him. He blushed, his heart ramming in his chest as he struggled for air.

Eddie barely had pulled out before collapsing down on Steve, halfway splayed across him as he planted sloppy kisses on his neck as he pet reverently down Steve’s sweaty back. They laid there for a moment, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the quiet air. Steve finally managed the strength to turn his head towards him, sighing as Eddie kissed him gently, fingers reaching up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. 

“Feeling okay, sweetheart? Was that too much? I was acting like a bit of a brute there at the end,” Eddie murmured, dark eyes catching the skin he had just pierced before kissing him again. Steve pressed his forehead against Eddie’s when he pulled back, closing his eyes, hardly able to keep them open any longer as he rubbed his thumb into the curve of Steve’s cheek.

“Mmhm, I’m great, that was mindblowing.”

“Mindblowing?” Eddie teased lightly, “I’ll get that put in the record books then.” Steve laughed, moving to shift closer until Eddie stopped him, helping him settle back onto his stomach.

“Hold on baby, lemme get you cleaned up.” Eddie jumped to his feet — Steve looked blearily over to watch him as he bent to grab a shirt from the floor, startled to see his wings, tail, and horns had disappeared. Steve absentmindedly realized he already missed them. 

Eddie must have noticed the look when he turned back. 

“Easier to sleep next to you like this, nothing pokey in the way.” Steve hummed intelligently in response, only slightly wrinkling his nose as he realized Eddie was using his own t-shirt as a makeshift washcloth. Eddie spread his ass in one hand, and Steve watched him from over his shoulder as his reddened eyes stared down at him, likely down at the mess Steve could feel dripping out of his abused hole. 

“Damn, that’s hot as fuck.” Steve groaned, shoving his face back into the bed —  Eddie laughed brightly, and began carefully wiping the combined mess off of him, cooing softly when Steve cringed or whimpered. When he deemed him clean enough, he blindly tossed the shirt in the direction of the hamper and settled down next to Steve, gathering him up in his arms and yanking the comforter up and over them. 

Steve settled against his chest, shoving his face into the curve of Eddie’s throat and breathing him in deep. Silence fell over the room, and Steve began to drift off as Eddie’s fingers ran soothing patterns along his back and arms, humming softly to him as he tilted his head down to press kisses into Steve’s sweaty temple. Steve fiddled with the ends of his hair, huffing at pieces that tickled at his nose.

Steve felt his eyes drooping as he tried in vain to stay awake, just to hold onto the quiet moment for just a little bit longer. 

“Dustin’s gonna kill me in the morning.” Eddie blurted out, startling Steve from his almost sleep. His barely conscious mind was doing somersaults to connect the dots in his head — Steve groaned, slapping at Eddie’s chest halfheartedly.

“Let me get some sleep and I might think about saving you from his wrath.”

“Might?!”

#eddie munson #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington #steddie smut #demon/incubus! eddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie #love slipping a gay panic in for will as well #as a treat #eddie munson fanfic

[artaxlivs]

Oh I wanna ask about ALL of them but if I have to choose 😫😫😫

Gimme a lil snip of that incubus Eddie 👀

Pretty please

See...I just don't know how this fic became so serious...It was just supposed to be gratuitous sexy times....

“Incubuses feed off of sexual energy - are you guys gay?” Dustin asks and the room goes silent. Next to Steve, Eddie goes rigid.

Steve does not look at Robin across the room but he knows she's gone just as rigid.

“You can’t ask that, Dustin.” Steve says sternly, stepping closer to the boys and subconsciously shielding Eddie, “You are never allowed to force a person to out themselves. Even if you don’t care if they’re gay. You can’t ask that. They don’t owe you their story.”

Steve’s voice must be a little more stern than he was going for because Dustin takes a step back and Mike is looking at him with wide eyes. 

“So-sorry Steve.” Dustin stammers, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “I don’t care, I think it’s a stupid thing to judge someone over. You know I love you guys, though - no matter what.”

Steve sighs and then starts that pacing thing he does with his hands on his hips, he knows it makes him look like a mom but whatever, “I’m not mad. I just don’t think our sexuality matters. I apparently made some kind of deal and cursed Eddie without his consent. It doesn’t matter if either of us is gay or straight or bisexual, he’s stuck with me.” 

“Bisexual?” Max asks, her voice timid in a way Steve’s never heard from her. “You mean, you can like …both?”

Steve stops pacing and looks at Max, knows with a sudden clarity that she needs him to be brave, “Yeah, people can like both.” He smiles gently and takes the leap, “Like me. I like both.”

#stranger things #incubus eddie #big brother steve harrington

[hall0ween-twn]

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

shy, subby, bad at his job incubus!Corey... being cucked by confident scary incubus!Eddie... but maybe that's Corey's last straw and he takes on his ~final form~ And then they fight in full demon mode.

corey is not bad at his job >:((

oh but he gets so fucking mad when eddie cucks him. he's fucking you and you're corey's, not anyone elses. he's practically seeing red.

you get so fucking wet when corey turns into his true form. he's just so big and muscular like his human form but oh my, his cock is so much bigger and you thought taking his cock the first time was hard. the smell of your arousal doesn't go unnoticed by those two.

corey is on you in a flash, manhandling you onto your knees as eddie positions himself in front of your mouth. you're salivating. they both slide into you, corey growling when you clench around him. your pussy just feels so perfect wrapped around him like that. eddie's cock isn't as big as corey's but it feels just as good too as he's fucking ruthlessly into your mouth.

"you like having two hellbound cocks fucking you senseless like this? oh yeah you do, felt you squeeze my cock. could smell you get so wet when i turned. you like it that much? fuck, should've turned earlier if i knew you'd like it. my baby loves getting fucked by creatures of hell, don't you? fuck, you're so perfect. you're mine remember? mine only. no one else can fuck you the way i do. trained your pussy so well, takes my cock so well. oh you're gonna cum already? yeah? show eddie what only my cock can do to you. fuck, that's right. squirt all over me. so perfect and all mine."

#[twn] hard thoughts #[twn] incubus!corey #[twn] incubus!eddie #[twn] ask #[twn] anon #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x reader #eddie munson smut

[pinkkinoko]

Gartersgartersgartersgarters all the leather in the world for my incubus!!!😩😈

#stranger things #eddie munson #incubus!eddie #I’m gonna draw more of this omg

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

✨️ Promptober round 4 of deciding which ST boy you want to see for which creature ✨️

Today's creature is... ❤️‍🔥 INCUBUS ❤️‍🔥

(This is not the guaranteed plot, I'm just enjoying making up these little scenarios to try and make the polls more fun)

#promptober #creature edition #incubus boys #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[ohheyitsyouagain]

sooo behind on posting these lmao

mafumafu and SamSpyroxis

@slashingsmiles / @firebugfrenzical

Zaddyra (character on the right belongs to me)

NantucketBeans / @ryachus

#suggestive #just to be safe #oc: eddie #art fight #team bloom #art fight 2022 #demon #furry #cat #bunny #rabbit #rat #catboy #anthro #incubus #digital art #medibangpaint #d.png

[lokis-army-77]

Satiate Me pt. 4

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1700

Eddie's reward for you being such a good girl for him.

Warning: 18+, Blood, knife play, don't do this shit at home.. inless you're into it and are a professional.

Masterlist 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

It was like the calm before the storm. Everything was quiet and almost blissful as I lay, exhausted on Eddie's bed. I could barely keep my eyes open, so I kept them closed and chose to listen as he rummaged around the room.

"Do you trust me?" Came his gravelly voice from the edge of the bed. 

I thought for a moment. Eddie was just a stranger and although I had just met him a few hours ago, I felt like I could trust him. It was probably the least smart thing I could let spill from my mouth but I couldn't help it. "With my life."

"Perfect." He all but purred. 

A sigh left my mouth when I felt his warm hand wrap around my ankle. His grip was strong and comfortable as he moved his hand up and down my leg.

"Gonna let me make you mine, Princess?" The trail his fingers made up my naked thigh had goosebumps appearing on my skin. 

I nodded my head fervently. "Wanna be yours, Eddie."

Finally, I opened my eyes and caught his. There was a strange glint in them, like a flash of red. I paid it no mind because the next thing I knew my eyes were drawn to what he was holding in his other hand.

"Eddie?" I question, eyes wide and staring at the ornate dagger he held loosely. 

"Yeah, Sweetheart?" His thumb began to rub circles into the skin of my leg.

"Why do you have a knife?" My voice wavered a little.

Eddie held it up, twirling it in his fingers. "You don't mind a bit of blood? Do you?" 

He didn't answer my question. The fear that should have arisen from the situation was not present. The anxiety I knew I should be feeling, having been presented with a knife and asked if I minded a bit of blood, did not flood my body. The only emotion I could make out was the rush of lust as I nodded. My body acting of its own accord gave no heed to what my mind was struggling to comprehend.

"Good." Eddie grinned before slowly bringing the knife down. The sharp point now barely rested on the skin of my ankle, then Eddie traced it up the same path his hand had just made. The tip pressed lightly into my skin. 

I sucked in air through my teeth as the sharpness broke through the skin and little beads of crimson began to appear. A gasp filtered past my lips when Eddie bent down and licked over the scratch. When he looked up at me and smiled blood stained his lips and his white teeth were in stark contrast to the red which settled into the gaps between them. 

A sudden primal urge hit me then. I needed him in some carnal way and for some reason, the sight of my blood on his lips had pulled it out of me. With another scrape of the knife higher on my thigh, I caught his hand in my own and pulled him up with what little strength I had. I pushed my lips to his and just kissed him. It was sloppy and messy and held no real rhythm. It was jam-packed full of need and want and all the lust I could muster. 

The taste of my own blood on his tongue had me whining, the metallic tang making my mouth water and my leg clench together. It surprised me but I needed to taste more of it. 

"More." I pleaded gently with him. Begging for another taste. I could feel his lips pulling back tightly into a smirk. The knife was pressed into the upper part of my thigh and from the tip of the knife bloomed a bright red trail. With his fingers, Eddie swept the blood up and brought it to my mouth. 

Our lips disconnected and in an instant I had latched myself onto his fingers, sucking the life-sustaining liquid from them. I just couldn't get enough of that taste.

"That's it," he sighed, lips grazing the shell of my ear as he watched me. “Tastes good doesn’t it?” 

I nodded still sucking on his fingers. 

He pulled them away and wiped my spit on the bed sheets. “Can you be a good girl for me and be still? Then, if you want, I’ll let you have more.” 

“Yes, Sir. I can be a good girl.” I whimpered. It was like he had some sort of grip on me. I didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to disobey him. I only wanted what he would give me even if it were something of my own. 

Eddie only grinned. His hands pushed my legs open and the edge of the knife glided over the soft skin on the inside of my right one. Without drawing blood, he moved the point to where my legs joined, delicately tracing over the puffy lips of my cunt. I shivered at the feeling of unease caused by the knife but let out a breath as he moved upward, eyes dark and set on the expanse of skin just under my navel.

As the knife tip dug into my skin, I let out a strangled gasp, mixed with a moan. I had been so focused on the weapon that I had completely ignored the movements Eddie was making with his hips. Yet when the knife when in, so did his cock. My cunt gripped him as he continued to push in. 

“Eddie!” I cried as he bottomed out. My hands clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in so hard I was sure I had drawn his own blood. 

“Shh, baby. It’s okay.” His tone was almost sweet but lacked empathy.

When he began to push in and out, each thrust was accompanied by a sharp dig into my abdomen. The pain shot throughout my body but the pleasure he was giving me at the same time soothed it over. 

Pained, moans flew from my lips as he went faster and faster. It hurt to squeeze around him, the muscles in my stomach aching and sore. I needed to cum, I was almost there. My release was just within reach, all I needed was a little push.

“Eddie,” I cried, legs clamping around his waist. “Wanna cum.” 

“Do you?” He asked condescendingly. 

“Yes, please. Need it so bad.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m done with this then.” Eddie lifted the knife, the tip gleaming with my blood. “Open that pretty mouth.” 

I snapped it open before he could even finish his sentence. My tongue stuck out to catch the blood as it dripped from the blade as he moved the metal to rest on the hot muscle. 

I couldn’t help the moan that I let out at the taste. Without a second to waste, Eddie’s free thumb began to make circles around my clit. He was urging me into an orgasm. Overloading my senses. 

Within a few minutes, I began to feel lightheaded. My body tensed under him. My hands still held tightly to his shoulders and just like I was coming undone for what felt like the thousandth time this nih. The pain had faded, yet so had the pleasure. I was just there, floating. 

The only thing to take me out of it was the quick, firm taps to my face. Eddie’s eyes met mine as I blinked away the haze. “Hey, you still there baby?”

“Yeah,” I groaned out weakly. 

His hands rubbed my body, massaging my already relaxed muscles. When he bruised over the cuts on my abdomen, I gasped at the pain. “It's okay,” he cooed. “It’ll heal fast.” 

I bushed out a breath. “What did you do to me?” 

Eddie grabbed the back of my neck and helped me to crane my head to see what he had carved. Some kind of archaic symbol was there, surrounded by red skin and trails of blood. Despite the fact that it was an open wound and it was still bleeding, it was somehow beautiful. 

“What is it? “ I asked as I gently pressed the sensitive skin around the gashes. 

“My sigil. It binds you to me.” He spoke quietly. “It lets me find you when I’m in need of fulfilling my … urges.” 

“Urges?” I asked but he leaned down and began licking up the blood pooling around the edges of the sigil, cleaning it. All thoughts left my mind. 

“You’ll see soon enough.” He murmured into my skin. 

My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging as I mewled beneath his touch. My head was now full of the need for him. Need for him to take me just once more. 

With my hips bucking up and his fingers holding them down as he lapped at the blood, I began to whimper and whine. I squirmed under his touch, needing his tongue to go lower. 

“Be patient.” He scolded using a strength I didn’t know was possible to possess after having so many rounds of sex to keep me still. 

“But I want you.” 

“And you’ll have me. Wait for the mark to heal.” 

I groaned as I tried to move under his hold. “It’s cut into my skin, cuts take days, weeks to heal.” 

He looked at me, eyebrows raised, and rolled his eyes. “Not this. It will heal in a few minutes.” 

“That's impossible,” I argued.

“Nothing is impossible.” His hold tightened. “Now be still and be patient. After this, my hunger will be satiated.” 

“Eddie I don’t have a clue what you are talking about.” I sighed in concussion, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling. 

“In time you will.” 

Behind him, in the flash of car lights, the shadow he cast was quick. It was the same as it had been earlier in the night, with the same bat-like wings, horns, and tail all there and then gone in a flash. I hadn't paid attention earlier but this time it struck me as odd, maybe it wasn’t just a trick of the light. Yet still, any type of worry evaded me, clouded over by lust and want.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #incubus!eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #female reader

[empahe]

rip eddie munson you would have loved incubus

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #incubus

[munsonthemisfit]

Would seem everybody is sick... Try egg drop soup and drink jello hot. It's what got me through the past couple of weeks.

I don’t know what any of that means 😭

#benevolent incubus #eddie munson #answered

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @wikiangela @prince-buck-diaz @mammameesh @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @folk-fae @thewolvesof1998 (wow do i feel loved!) some more of incubus!eddie/hunter!buck with buck starting a ghost hunt (based on an episode of ghost whisperer and various episodes of supernatural) i just wrote this so i'll probably edit this in a bit to make more sense lol

It’s the second time the 118 responds to a call involving Christa Allen that Buck figures out she’s being haunted by a ghost. 

Specifically, the ghost of her fiance’s ex-bride. 

He first meets her at a wedding dress boutique. He first spots eyes on a brown haired, brown eyed woman in a wedding dress huddled up with a group of champagne tipsy women outside the shop, all with tears in their eyes as they wait for them to assess the scene. 

According to Bobby there’s no sign of what caused the fire. Just that it started near where Christa was showing off the dress she chose for her wedding. A dress that is now partially ruined since the train is now charred. 

“This is supposed to be a one of a kind dress! And now it’s ruined! What am I supposed to wear for my wedding now?” Christa cries out as Hen checks her vitals for any other signs of burning or smoke inhalation. From the way Hen is rolling her eyes, Buck can tell she’s waiting for this call to end as quickly as possible.

“I’m sure you’ll find another dress just as perfect. And your partner will look at you as if you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world.” 

A window shatters the second Hen finishes her sentence. Christa and Emily, her best friend and maid of honor, scream as they cuddle towards each other. “You don’t think-”

“Shut up, Em!”

Buck raises his eyebrow but doesn’t ask. They’re tipsy and have been through something traumatic. People say interesting things when he’s on these types of scenes. He puts it out of his mind for the time being.

Then when he sees Christa Allen again at a wedding venue, he puts two and two together.

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#incubus eddie wip #buck is a good hunter btw it's just that maddie is better at catching the ghosts #wink wink