As a demon, sleep wasn't an option for Eddie, but he quite enjoyed watching Steve. He was also curious about what dream was responsible for his soft sounds and the incredible erection tenting his blanket.
Eddie laid next to him with his eyes closed, gently toying with his chest hair.
Within the dream, he found Steve in a void with a formless person riding him. Eddie grinned, giving the person a form, his human form, to be exact.
Steve softly huffed and clenched his fists.
Carefully removing the blanket, Eddie positioned himself over Steve. With extra care not to wake him, Eddie precisely matched the motions of the dream version and rode him. His eyes rolled up with pleasure as he took his full girth with ease. Another lovely little perk to not being human.
In the dream, Eddie formed his thin, gray, whip-like tail to caress Steve's body, mirroring the actions in reality and slowly working his way down Steve's body until he could slip the tail inside his ass.
Steve grunted and scrunched his face at the intrusion, but remained asleep.
Keeping his movements slow and making sure everything matched the dream, Eddie formed another tail and pushed that inside him as well.
One by one, Eddie gradually increased the number of tails stuffed inside Steve until he'd lost count. There were so many that his abdomen was bulging and shifting as they wriggled within him.
Steve was panting and whimpering, but with a little help from Eddie's magic, he stayed asleep.
The cock inside Eddie was flexing wildly, and he knew Steve was only one good thrust of his hips from getting off. He remained still while on top of him and made sure the tails didn't directly stimulate his prostate. He wanted this to last until Steve woke up on his own, despite his magic.
That moment wasn't too far off. Steve's whole body tensed as soon as he was conscious enough to realize what was happening. He moaned loudly and grabbed Eddie's thighs, arching his body at the deep, full pleasure he'd suddenly been faced with.
Eddie grinned and cranked everything up to eleven, riding him and swirling the tails to firmly massage against his prostate.
Steve screamed and twisted his hands in his blankets as an intense orgasm ripped through him.
"What the fuck!?" Steve shouted, collapsing onto the bed.
"Morning," Eddie chuckled, whipping the tails out and disappearing all but one.
Steve gasped, cringing at the strange, empty sensation that followed.
Eddie bit his lip and swirled his hips, loving the way Steve's cock felt while softening a little inside him.
The sensitivity of just getting off made Steve grab onto Eddie's chain-draped hips and glare up at him. He glanced at the clock by his bed, then back to Eddie. "It's 2 AM," he groaned. "I have work."
He really does deserve it. He deserves all the happiness, joy, and succession in life possible. Thank you Jon, you have provided us years of entertainment; from the independent circuit, WWE programming, and now All Elite Wrestling (AEW).
Life would never be the same if you had never followed a dream, a burning passion that was for professional wrestling.
You are a blessing.
You are precious.
You are our Mox, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Here’s to you, Jon.
May you chase the moon, and come back, with all of your wonderous moments.
One Halloween, years after the fall of Hawkins, Steve and Robin end up summoning Eddie from the depths of Hell. Steve, not knowing the ways of the occult, accidentally frees him and has to deal with a mischievous demon on the loose. Eddie drives Steve insane with various shapeshifting antics, both in and out of the bedroom, while Robin tries to find a way to send him back to hell. But, when faced with the opportunity to return his life to normal, will Steve even want to go through with it?
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Lots of supernatural, hentai-esque smut with a playful, romantic plot.
Made for @steddiemicrofic September challenge
Charm | 548
Rating | Mature
In celebration of the @steddiebang approaching, here is a little microfic based off of my entry coming out October 1st
[This is not an excerpt]
Eddie laid upside down on Steve’s couch in his fancy little apartment. He had his ass pressed against the backrest, feet dangling over the headrest, and head hanging off the edge of the cushion as he gazed affectionately at his necklace.
It was a gift from Steve and meant the world to him. The charm was a silver guitar pick and reminded him of the one he wore when he was alive, but this one was much nicer and clearly had to cost a pretty penny.
He ran his thumb over the hammered edges, a pleasant texture that he’d found himself exploring whenever he was lost in thought. Etched flames that crept up the edges from the bottom added their own texture to the mix as well.
The smile on his face deepened when he turned it over. Staring back at him was a bold ‘S.H.’ etched into the underside. It was a small way for Steve to claim him, and for that, Eddie never removed the necklace.
It was his own personal reminder that he belonged to Steve, and it made his heart swell. He also toyed with the idea that it could mean the reverse, that Steve belonged to him in turn. Be that true or not, he couldn't say for certain, but he sure as hell wanted it to be.
Steve was a hard one to read when it came to things of that nature. He wasn’t exactly the prudent type, so even though they’d slept together more times than he could count in the last couple of months, he couldn’t say with any certainty that it meant his feelings were reciprocated. The shiny trinket that he was swinging over his face gave him hope that maybe one day Steve would see him as more than just a novelty.
“Hey, Eddie,” Steve called as he walked out of his room, dressed in his suit for work. “I'm ready, let's—” he chuckled when he saw Eddie laying on the couch looking exactly like he'd remembered him years ago, torn jeans and denim vest included. “Come on,” he nodded toward the door, holding open his shirt pocket. “If I'm late again, Robin will chew me a new one.”
Eddie wiggled his body in disapproval and grumbled incoherently. “But your work is so boring,” he complained dramatically.
“It’s not my fault you can’t leave my side. Now come on or I’m leaving without you and letting that weird barrier of yours drag you along.”
“Ugh!” he groaned petulantly.
Steve rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you blow me under my desk.”
Eddie perked and beamed, fire flashing in his eyes as he exploded into a dark cloud of smoke. It quickly formed a tight tendril and flew toward Steve, brushing against his lips to get that small giggle he loved before funneling into the open pocket.
“I knew that would get you,” Steve chuckled, watching the smoke condense together and form the miniature version of Eddie he'd become accustomed to. His little gray demon with the hellfire eyes.
“What can I say?” A prominent canine peeked over Eddie’s asymmetrical grin. “I have my weaknesses.”
Steve shook his head in amusement and placed his hand under the tiny chin, running his thumb across the incredibly warm skin of Eddie’s cheek.
