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thefatedthoughtofyou · 6 months

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{ I bring you Sacrificial Virgin!Steve, Demon!Eddie, and Ghost!Robin for your tables. Take this and feast my friends.

I woke after 3 hours of sleep suddenly possessed with this idea and had to get it out of me immediately before i went back to sleep for a bit. Shits crazy. }

Warnings: death, blood, gore, demony things.

The Harrington's are an old family. Older than Hawkins itself, some say. Their manor sits on a hill, overlooking the town, keeping an ever watchful eye on the people below.

Steve has always been alone. No friends. No girlfriends. His only company the maids, and butlers, and tutors, all of whom float through his life, never constant, always different, no connections to be made. His parents make sure of it. He is to be pure. Always. Until they need him.

Unbeknownst to them, Steve has made one friend. A lonely soul, lost and scared, stuck in the halls of Harrington house after one of their many sacrifices. Her name is Robin. She's skittish at first, frightened of him.

He understands. And he waits. And a few months later she comes to him. They lie in his bed, and she talks to him. Tells him about the life she had in Hawkins. Tells him what it's like to live. She is cold to the touch. Steve barely notices.

They strap him to the table on his eighteenth birthday. He'd known it was coming. It was the only logical end to the life he'd been living. His family and their followers, dressed in their dark robes, looking down at him, but not seeing him.

Steve doesn't struggle. He lets them take him. Lies there and looks up into the eyes of a girl none of them can see, and hopes it will be fast. That it will end. Then he can be with Robin and they can find a way out of these halls, and out of this town, and be together, forever.

He doesn't cry. He doesn't make a sound when the knife sinks into him. His blood leaks onto the marble beneath him, his body going cold. Colder. He keeps his eyes on Robin as she smiles sadly down at him, her fingers laced with his though he can't feel it.

The room goes black. Suddenly. Like the light is banished by something unseen. His parents and their rable gasp, scattering out of Steve's sight. He hopes their afraid. And then a voice, otherworldly, fills the room. It's words bring a warmth to Steve that he's never known, it blooms in his chest the way his blood blooms across the floor.

"Why have you summoned me?" The voice says, edges of each word crackling with heat.

"We offer sacrifice." His fathers voice, it's shaking, he's afraid, Steve feels a sick pleasure roll beneath his skin. He hears the new voice make a sound. Disapproving.

"Ah. I see. You think you've summoned me." The voice is deep, and if Steve's not mistaken, amused.

"We- we have summoned-"

"Ah ah. No." His mothers trembling voice goes silent as this new thing cuts her off.

"You've done no such thing." It says. Steve hears footsteps. Hears gasps roll through the room like a wave.

"The boy, is the one bleeding out on the alter, is he not? He... summoned me. Not you."

Steve can see, suddenly. He can see the whole room, and the creature, or is it a man? He can see them all as if it's a play on a stage. He can even see himself, naked and bleeding. And Robin, crouched behind the marble alter, hands still firmly in his own.

"You think yourselves strong enough? To summon me? Without any bloodshed of your own." The creature pushes into his fathers space, Steve's stomach twists in sick pleasure as his father cowers before it. It shakes its head, disappointed.

As Steve watches it move from person to person, assessing, he can't help but find the beauty in it, in him. He looks a bit like a man.

Skin paler than moonlight, except at the hands, his hands are stained pitch black, the inky color crawls across his skin to his elbows. The nails on his fingers are pointed, and dripping, though Steve can't tell with what. And there's something behind it, a tail, Steve thinks, pointed and tipped black.

The creature grabs at his mothers white dress and she recoils at the stain he leave behind.

Steve smiles, a rare thing, in these halls, but he does it. He lies there, bleeding, and he smiles at his mother's discomfort. And this, of all things, draws the creatures attention. His head twitches in Steve's direction like he'd made a sound. Though he hadn't. Though he rarely does.

The creature moves closer. Stands beside the alter and looks down at him with pitch black eyes, and smiles with too sharp teeth. It snaps its inky fingers and the bindings holding Steve fall away. It moves two fingers across Steve's forhead, pushing his sweat soaked hair away from his skin.

"Oh Steven. What have they done to you?" It whispers, and the warmth in Steve's chest burns like coals in a furnace.

"Tell me what you want. Anything. It's yours." The creature, the man, the demon, for Steve knows it to be true. They've summoned a demon. No. He, has summoned a demon.

The demon rests his sharp fingers over Steve's barely beating heart, and waits for him to answer. He swallows, thickly, his throat clicking from underuse and death creeping up on him slowly.

"Kill them. Kill them all." Steve rasps, his throat burning, his chest aching. The demon smiles down at him, and winks.

"It would be my absolute fucking pleasure." The words drip from his blackened mouth like syrup, sticky, and sweet. And then Steve watches, barely able to lift his head now, as the demon tears them apart.

His parents are last. Cowering in the corner like scared children as this demon they've wished for descends on them with a burning fury and covered in blood. They whimper and recoil as he crouches in front if them, tail swishing madly behind him.

"You were given a gift. Eighteen years ago. A gift from the darkness." His voice is shaking now, his hand too, as it reaches toward them, pointing accusingly.

"A gift you begged for!" The shout rings through the nearly empty hall, the force of it extinguishing the candles littering the floor. Steve finds he can still see through the darkness.

"You begged us for this gift. And then you spent the next eighteen years neglecting it. Neglecting him." Steve can feel the demons rage, like it's his own, perhaps it is.

"There is no forgiveness. Where you are going. You will burn. And you will scream. And no amount of begging, shall grant you anymore gifts." His inky, bloodstained, hands reach out and grab their faces, his pointed nails sink into their skin.

"Not in this lifetime. Nor the many after it, that you'll spending screaming for mercy." His face seems to split then, his smile impossibly wide across his cheeks.

"We do not grant mercy in the realms of darkness and fire. We grant only what is deserved." There's a growl, low in the demons throat, as he rips the Harrington's from this world and sends them to the next. A sick squelching sound follows it as he removes his hands from the mess he's made. He's back at Steve's side shortly after that.

"Why- who-" Steve stammers, reaches up weakly, he can't catch his breath.

"Shh. Don't speak. It's alright." A warm, dry finger, presses to his lips. Steve's chest aches to feel more. Anything else this creature will give him.

"You don't have long I'm afraid. But I have an offer for you." The demon's voice is soft now, almost human. His features are smoothing out too, the blackness fades from his eyes and skin until there's just a man standing next to him.

"What it is?" Steve asks, his breath hitching, not enough air left in this world for him.

"Come with me. Stay with me. Forever." The demon places his hand on Steve's chest and it burns again. Steve gasps, squeezes his eyes shut against the sting of it. And then the pain is gone. It's no longer hard to breathe. He isn't cold. And he feels a hand in his. He opens his eyes.

"She can come too." The demon is smiling, and looking directly at Robin. She's smiling back, and squeezing Steve's hand.

"I can feel you." Is all he can think to say.

"Yeah no shit dingus. You're dead." She says, and launches herself at him. He catches her in his arms and laughs with her, it echoes through the empty halls like music. She pulls away, looks at him, softly.

"Whatever you decide. I'm with you." She pats his cheek, hops off the alter, and goes to stand by the window, looking out into the darkness that shouldn't be there.

"I'm Eddie, by the way." The demon says, he kicks at the ground with his toe, rubs at his neck.

"What kind of demon name is Eddie?" Steve blurts, his eyes going wide. Eddie laughs, and it too, sounds like music.

"It's just my name. So what do you think? You wanna come with me?" The demon, Eddie, asks, his fingers walking along the edge of the alter, eyes on the floor.

"Are you nervous?" Steve asks, his hands dropping to his lap, and he realizes suddenly that he's naked. As soon as the realization hits him, he no longer is. Black sweatpants appear out of nowhere, soft and warm around him.

"Better? And I am. Nervous." Eddie says, tugs on Steve's pantleg genlty.

"Thank you." Steve whispers, not sure how to take the fact he's made a demon nervous.

"I'll always take care of you. If you come with me." His knuckles press into Steve's thigh.

"I've been waiting a long time for you. Wasn't really planning on meeting you like this. Disappointing." He shakes his head, glares off into the corner where the remains of the Harrington's lie in a bloody heap.

"You've been waiting for me?" Steve asks, his fingers twitching with want to reach out, to take Eddie's hand. Eddie nods, bites his lip with a sharp fang, and then looks up at Steve.

"I have a fondness for shattered broken souls. I used to be one, after all." He smiles sadly, and Steve can't stop himself, he reaches out, takes Eddie's hand.

"I think I've been waiting for you too. I just didn't know it." He squeezes Eddie's hand. Eddie smiles, reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind Steve's ear. He leans forward, forehead pressed to Steve's gently.

"I made you so perfectly. Made you everything they asked for. Everything they wanted." Eddie drags his nose along Steve's, whispering into the space between them.

"And they hurt you. And broke you. And left you all alone. When you should have been with me." He nuzzles into Steve, both of them pressing into the other. Eddie's words slam into Steve's chest with shattering force. Eddie made him. A gift for his parents, all those years ago.

"I would've never left you if I'd known. What they'd do. And by the time I realized, it was too late to take you back. Even demons have rules." Eddie pulls back, cradles Steve's face in his hands.

"I'm sorry. All I could do was give you a friend. But I'm- it wasn't enough I'm so sorry." A tear falls down Eddie's cheek, steaming as it rolls across his skin and fades into the space between them. Steve's chest feels warm again, hot like a fire being kindled behind his ribs. He grabs Eddie's shirt and yanks him forward, presses his lips to Eddie's hard.

"It was enough. She was enough. She was perfect. Just what I needed. And now I have you, too." Steve kisses him and breathes the words into his mouth until he feels Eddie accept them. Feels Eddie wrap himself around him, his skin buring where it touches Steve, making him feel alive.

Near the window, Robin smiles at her shoes.

"Can I keep you?" Eddie whispers the words into Steve's neck, his sharp nails pressing into Steve's back as he pulls him closer and closer.

"Yes. Keep me forever. I'm yours. All yours." Steve whispers back, his dull nails clawing at Eddie's shirts, trying to get him closer, he'd climb inside him if he could. Eddie growls into his skin, possessive.

"Let's go home." He whispers, and they're gone. All three of them.

The light returns to the Harrington house. Bright dawn sunlight beaming in across bloodstained floors. Bodies scattered in heaps and piles around a blood covered alter.

The town of Hawkins forgets all about the Harrington's, for the most part. And their strange son who never left their hallowed halls. But all towns have their legends. And some nights, when the moon is new, and darkness reigns, they say you can hear screaming.

In the halls of Harrington manor, you can hear voices, screaming for mercy. And if you listen closely, right at dawn, they say, you can hear a chorus of voices, haunting, and beautiful, and laughing, as they answer.

"No."

#steddie #steddie fic #demon!eddie munson #Sacrificial Virgin!Steve harrington #ghost!robin buckley #my writing #mine #my fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet

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thewriterg · 6 months

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hush puppy

A/n: oh wow headcannons so cute I wrote this while I was half asleep so… —kinktober day; 23—

warning(s); SMUT, power dynamic, degradation, praise, dry humping, pegging, pet names, and language

secret subs! who probably told you they were doms the first time you even brought up sex in fear that you would think how they actually wanted to be treated was gross and we’re afraid you wouldn’t like them if so

secret subs! who used to make themselves nauseous when previous flings would cry under them begging on their cock while degrading phrases were forced from his lips burning his tongue and ended not enjoying sex for a while

secret subs! who gets hard from you calling them a good boy even if they were doing something harmless like washing the dishes that has them rushing towards the bathroom to take care of the growing tint in their pants

secret subs! who act very poised and carry themselves with confidence that you can break down in seconds by a few words and light feathery touches to… sensitive areas

secret subs! who look up fem doms and are aching soon enough face flushed skin hot until they finally slam the laptop closed a vowel to never watch something like it again for obvious reasons… the obvious reasons being a stubborn boner pressing against their pants bottoms while they squeeze their legs together trying to take the pain off their aching cock

secret subs! who start testing the waters with little things like seeing how far they can get with making you angry before you tip over the edge and put them back in their place where they should stay

secret subs! who let out rushed moans not realizing what they said as you bounce on their cock your cunt swallowing them whole “ngh- oh fuck miss please”

secret subs! who let you fuck your frustrations out on them after a long day or a situation that didn’t go how you wanted it to “name augh- please, please, please, name” long whimpers and whines that are loud and clear while you thrust your hips into his abused hole hitting his prostate over and over with your strapped cock

secret subs! who act out just for your attention even if it’s the wrong attention or very right in their mind “please mam I’m ahh! I’m s-sorry I won’t do it a-a- oh fuck! I won’t do it again” he sobbed his arms tied behind his back bare now red and bruising ass revealed to you to use at you disposal “no, you wanted my attention? you got my attention baby” You hummed before bringing your hand down harshly the air whooshing behind it coming down with a harsh sting that brought tears to their eyes

Secret subs! who live for degrading insults as much as they do your praise “dirty fucking slut couldn’t wait five minutes before your getting off on my shoe” You chuckle staring down at him his clothed cock rubbing against the tip of your boot under your desk as you ended your online meeting

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fandoms-in-law · 8 months

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Demon Owned Steve au idea

Steve doesn't have parents, he has genetic donors who sold him to a demon before they'd even given birth. The demon didn't really care what Steve did and got someone else to raise him, a series of nanny's or something, in the ways humans need. There are occasional visits from the demon to teach Steve how to sound like he does have parents but also just to check on this boy they own.

Then Steve's in the Upside Down, attacked by bats and just as Nancy, Robin and Eddie come after him there's a roar confusing the creatures enough the attack backs off slightly, and Steve recognises it enough to let himself collapse.

His friends definitely would panic over that except there's some new definitely not Upside Down type monster attacking everything except them.

A demon's property has been damaged and revenge will be had... after they figure out why their human is laughing. “Fuck dude, You don't show up when Jonathan beats my head in or I'm fighting a demogorgan, or when a pack of demodogs were trying to kill me, or when I'm kidnapped, tortured and drugged by Russians, but a few bats attacking me has you rampaging? Guess I should point out everything here that's not us is part of a hive mind we think some guy might be controlling.”

“Why is everything you listed started by demo? Are you making fun of me, Steve? Demons are not something you want to joke about.”

“It's names from a game my friends play. Dorks and Dragons or something. They don't, or for these three at least didn't, know actual demons existed. How about you focus on getting revenge for my injuries and these guys tend my wounds then figure out how we get out of here?”

“I will get revenge on this Jonathan, and these Russians later too.”

“Eh, let Jonathan off. I was a jerk and he was already trying to deal with this place then too.”

“I will decide that later.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #au idea #demons #demon au #well that was the thought I had first #not sure this quite classes as it

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lokis-army-77 · 1 year

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Dinner for Three

Demon!Eddie Munson x Human!female reader x Angel!Steve Harrington

Word Count: 2208

It's date night with two supernatural beings and before reader can eat dinner, she becomes the meal.

Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, double penetration, anal fingering, and sex (female receiving), p in v, threesome

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Everyone knows that old saying that you have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Well, some don't realize that it is a very true statement, at least for me. Either a blessing or a curse, I had somehow been granted the presence of two supernatural beings in the form of two of the hottest guys I'd ever had the pleasure of interacting with.

At first, their presence were just whispers, helping me to make decisions. Then slowly, for unknown reasons, they began to manifest themselves in physical forms. I had met Steve at the grocery store one afternoon and soon after I met Eddie at a bar in town while I was out to drink with a couple of my friends. I kept running into them more and more until we eventually started to hang out separately. It wasn’t until I saw the both with one another in town that we started to hang out just the three of us.

Now, I had no intention of falling head over heels for these two, especially after they told me what they were, but here we were, on date night number three. We each sat at my small dining room table, Eddie was on my right, while Steve was on my left. I had barely gotten to take a sip of my wine when I felt soft and calloused fingers sipping up my legs and under the skirt of my dress. I tried pushing them away with my own hands, but they were back in an instant.

“Can you two stop, I’m trying to enjoy this dinner?” I looked between both of them.

Eddie just smiled his wicked grin as he massaged his fingers into the fat of my thigh. “How can I stop when you look so delicious? I may just skip straight to dessert.”

“That may be the best idea you’ve ever had Demon,” Steve answered, his own soft fingers traveling further up my leg.

I gulped. Having the attention of both of them at the same time was overwhelming but somehow comforting at the same time. When both of them looked at me the way they were now, with sultry stares and tongues darting out to moisten their lips, it made butterflies flutter in my stomach and I struggled to deny myself the pleasure they could give me.

I tried to ignore them, to pick up my fork and eat the pasta it had taken me so long to prepare. Yet, in the end, when Eddie leaned over and began nibbling on my earlobe, the metal utensil fell from my grasp and clattered onto the plate. Steve wasn’t that far behind and eventually, his lips kissing down the column of my neck had me whimpering.

My legs squeezed together involuntarily. The two of them caught on quickly to the way they were starting to make me feel and quickly removed us from the table. Eddie stood up first, pulling me along with him. His hands were all over the skin of my arms which was exposed by my dress.

“How you torment me so, little human. You could bring a god to his knees.” His lips attached themselves to mine. A moan caught in my throat as he kissed me so sinfully.

Steve, practically crawled up my body, worshiping every curve and patch of skin. Slowly, he began to unzip the back of the dress, lips kissing my shoulder and down my back as he let the fabric fall, leaving my body bare.

“Nothing underneath, you dirty little minx.” He smiled, hands filling up the curves of my ass. His hands travel up the length of my body and pull my face away from Eddie, pulling me in for his own kiss.

I can hear Eddie groan as he takes both my breasts into his hands, squeezing them softly before latching onto the right one with an open mouth. I can't help but gasp out at the overwhelming feeling of both of them.

“Want to ruin you, Pretty Girl.” Mumbles Eddie around my nipple. His fingers play with the left one for a while, pinching and pulling at it before his mouth and hand switch places.

“Want to play with you, Darling. Give you something you’ve never experienced.” Steve whispers in my ear.

I roll my head back onto his shoulder. “What do you want to give me?” I ask in a daze.

Eddie takes that moment to pop off my nipple, rising to his full height and looking me dangerously in the eye. “The angel and I have talked and we would like for you to take both of us.”

I look at each of them back and forth, “B-both? But I’ve never…”

Eddie nods, reaching his hand up to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly. “We know. But with a slow pace and a bit of magic, I have no doubt you will be able to do it.”

“He’s right, love. You can do it.” Steve is brushing the stray hairs away from my shoulder as he peppers kisses there.

I gulp but ultimately I am not afraid. I have taken both of them separately before and in either entrance, the two of them should be no problem together.

“O-okay.” I nod. “We can try.”

“Good.” They both speak at the same time.

The next thing I know, Eddie is lifting my right leg up onto his hip. At a snap of his fingers, his clothes were gone. I could feel his hard cock poking into my thigh.

Looking behind me, Steve too had no clothes on as his palms transverse my skin. Down, down, down he went before finally stopping and groping at the globes of my ass.

Feeling them on me together was a new sort of high. My heart pounded in my chest as adrenaline poured through me. Each soft touch and firm grasp had my head spinning around and around. It was hard to focus on just one of them, so I closed my eyes trying to slow the spinning down.

“You ready baby?” One of them asked. At this point, even their voices had melded together.

I nodded my head anyway, ready for whatever they would throw at me. My body jostled a bit and then I felt the hard head of a cock being pressed along my slit. ‘Eddie,’ I thought, whimpering. He toyed his cock through my wetness, making sure to place pressure on my clit.

Both Eddie and Steve laugh as my hips buck into him, searching for more. Eventually, he pushed his head into my entrance. He let out a loud guttural groan, filling the room, as I stretched around him. He felt amazing.

“Fuck, yes.” I gasped, fingers gripping Eddies toned biceps, nails digging crescents into the skin.

“Does demon cock feel good in your tight pussy, Darling?” Steve asks as he leans into my ear, licking up the shell. “Imagin how good it will be when I take your ass.”

“Please, Stevie. Need you too.” My head lulls back onto his shoulder.

“Patience baby, need to warm you up first. S’gonna be such a big stretch.”

“I can take it,” I whine frantically, in need of as much pleasure as they could give me.

Steve only hums. His hands massage my skin before a steady finger begins to circle the puckered hole. All the while, Eddie is slowly pumping into me at a torturing pace, he might as well have been standing still with how slow it was.

“Take her other leg will you?” Steve asks over my head and Eddie obliges, taking my other leg my the thing and sliding it up. He was holding me now, cock hitting deeper as it seared into me.

My ass was spread wider and steve’s finger entered me. I arched my back, pushing against Eddie, at the intrusion. “Feels so good, Stevie.” I moan.

And this is where magic entered. Normally it would take more than a few fluid pumps for his finger to stretch me out but as he started to push a second finger in, scissoring the two inside me, I knew something was aiding in the process. I didn’t mind though, as it felt amazing and had both my cunt and ass clenching in need. I worried my lip between my teeth and moaned breathlessly.

“Look at you, taking my cock and his fingers. You’re such a good girl aren’t you?” Eddie coos.

I have no words, mouth hanging open taking in sharp, quick breaths. It’s honestly a struggle to nod my head as an answer.

Steve inserts a third finger and I cry out, clinging tightly to the demon holding me up. “More, more, more,” I mumble. There is a need bubbling up in my stomach and I can't begin to explain how much I need to be filled completely.

“You heard her angel, she wants more.” Eddie snickers, hips snapping once, twice, into me harshly before going back to a slow pace.

My back is pressed further into Steve’s chest and I whimper. Our combined body heat had me shaking. “You ready Darling?” He questions, fingers still working.

I nod, biting my lip hard to keep my noises down but that failed when Steve replaced his fingers with his cock. Slowly but surely he pushed his fat length into me, stretching me around him impossibly far.

A long drawn-out moan escaped from my lips. “Fuck, Steve.” Tears welled in my eyes as I was spread out and filled with the two biggest cocks I had ever taken. On their own, this would have felt great, but together? Together they touched every spot I needed and then some, making me feel like I had died and gone to heaven.

Slowly, in tandem, the two men moved. I could feel every vein and ridge on them. It was quickly sending me over the edge. Sweat poured from my body, limbs staring and holes contracting as I was used between them. Eddie had my legs held over his forearms and his hands stretching my ass cheeks out to hold me up but to also clear Steve's way. Steve was holding my upper body up, as I had gone limp in their hold and would have fallen over if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapping around me, one hand cupping my breast and the other moving to lazily swipe at my clit.

Stars began to appear in my blurry vision once they picked up the pace. They both fucked into me like it would be the last time they would ever do so. Eddie continuously pounded into my g-spot and with the added effort of Steve's fingers, and the fullness of both my ass and cunt, an orgasm was on its way. My whole body went ridged and my toes curled.

“I- I’m gonna. Ah! I’m gonna-” I cried, big blueberry tears of pleasure now falling down my face.

“That’s it, Pretty girl. Give it all to us.” Eddie dives in pressing his lips to my open mouth, swallowing my moans and gasps.

Steve hums in my ear, “You’re doing so well. Taking both of us so well. Fuck, you were really made to take both of us.”

I moan in response, fingers digging into the skin of Eddie's arms. Working me through my orgasm. They each began to grunt loudly. The sounds melded together perfectly, creating a musical experience in the room accompanied by the percussion of skin slapping skin.

Their once fluid motions began to fall off when my holes continued to flutter around them, squeezing tightly. Each thrust became just a little more erratic, the rhythm no longer there. Now, they were each fucking me like they wanted, taking the last of what they needed before letting themselves fill me full.

I cried out when Eddie’s hips came to a sudden stop deep within me. Soon something hot poured into my cunt and I know he was finished. Steve was close behind, rutting into my ass before letting out a strained gasp, cum shooting out, coating my walls.

They stood there for a moment, breathing hard, holding me high in their arms.

"God, you were amazing." They harmonized. I laughed, exhaustion taking over.

My body was pliant as they each pulled out, leaving my holes gapping and then clenching around nothing. An intense shudder rippled through me at the feeling.

Eddie kept me in his arms and carefully carried me to my bedroom where Steve cleaned me up. I was so tired out that as I closed my eyes my hearing was going in and out. I could barely hear the whispers the two men were sharing. Whining, I reached out to them, and then suddenly I was hit with the warmth of each of them as they climbed in beside me and sandwiched me between them once more.

"Did such a good job " praised Steve, fingers playing in my hair.

"The best," Eddie confirmed, lips peppering small kisses up the side of my face. "Get some sleep, sweetheart, you've earned it."

I spoke not a word, only humming in a response to them before snuggling further into Steve's chest and falling asleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader #demon!eddie #demon eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #angel steve harrington #steddie x reader #steve harrington

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wynnyfryd · 10 months

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it’s what the people deserve

@steddieas-shegoes said i owed her and @wormdebut some smut as payment for subjecting them to @steddiemicrofic angst, so here ya go, ya nasties (affectionate). an absolutely feral little rewrite i did forever ago where eddie replaces nancy in the s1 post-swimming sex scene. rated e, obviously, minors go away

“Ow!” Steve winces, wrenching back from the kiss. His fingers reach up to touch the wound. “Munson, what the fuck?”

Eddie did that. Bit his lip until he bled.

He grins and swings a leg over Steve’s lap, shoving him down onto the bed. Steve looks up at him through long lashes, tries to look haughty despite the blush blooming across his cheeks. Eddie leans in and licks a hot stripe up the side of his neck.

Steve makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, but his hips jerk all the same.

“Thought you were gonna just lure me up here and pull all your King Steve moves on me, huh?” Eddie teases, sucking a bruise into the spot behind Steve’s ear. “You want to bet I can guess all your little tricks? Bet I know exactly how it goes when you get all those cute, breakable girls in your bed. Let’s see…”

He shifts in Steve’s lap, wiggling further down. Peppering gentle kisses to the underside of Steve’s jaw.

“You probably start off real soft and sweet with them, don’t you? Get ‘em all nice and relaxed ‘til they’re moaning pretty in your ear.”

He reaches down, grabs both of Steve’s hands and brings them up to either side of Steve’s head, pressing them into the mattress and interlocking their fingers. Steve’s chest heaves under him, eyes wide and dreamy beneath those long lashes, his lips full and flush. Just waiting for Eddie’s tongue to slide back in.

Eddie holds back. Hovers with his mouth just over Steve’s. “Bet you say stupidly sincere shit to them, too, don’t you? Bet you say the dumbest stuff. ‘God, you’re so beautiful,’” he mocks on a breathy moan.

Steve’s eyes flutter shut.

“Go on,” Eddie goads as he grinds his hips down, lines their hard-ons up between them; pressing through the thin fabric of his borrowed sweatpants, oh, fuck. “Tell me what the girls say to that.”

Steve bucks up into him with a long, low groan, his head tipped back. Eddie bites at his adams apple.

“They don’t— unh— they don’t say anything,” Steve whines, wrapping a leg around Eddie’s hip to pull him closer, rolling up into him in a slow, filthy circle. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hands, feels his cock twitch in his pants. Christ, he’s leaking so fucking much.

“They’d be- be too into it to think,” Steve says, and he’s moving faster now, rubbing Eddie’s cock into the growing wet spot between them. “They’d just say please.”

It’s the ‘please’ that does it. Steve says it on a broken moan — a whimper, high-pitched and filled with such need that Eddie cums in his pants. Right then and there; his whole body stiffens as his hips jolt under Steve’s bent leg, and he buries his face into Steve’s neck with an embarrassed sound.

“Oh, my— oh, my fucking god,” Steve laughs. Like, really laughs, his shoulders shaking under Eddie’s weight, and when Eddie looks up his smile is all teeth and tongue, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, my god, you actually just came in your pants.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up,” Eddie hisses, scrambling to clap a hand over Steve’s mouth. Steve just bites it, digs his teeth into the meat of Eddie’s palm until he yelps and pulls away; payback for earlier, and Steve doesn’t look sorry at all as he lifts his head to lick the wound.

“You’re a feral little fucker,” Eddie huffs, hiding in the bend of Steve’s neck again.

“Oh?” Steve asks. He slides his hand down between them, squeezes Eddie’s wet dick in his wet pants. Like rubbing a dog’s nose in a piss stain on the new carpet. “And you’re not?”

“Fuck off, holy shit.”

“Mm,” Steve murmurs, “I’d rather fuck you.”

He sits up then, flipping their positions so Eddie’s laid out beneath him, his spent dick twitching in the cooling mess in his pants. “Guess I’ll have to, anyway. You know. Since you’re already out of commission.”

#feral demon 4 feral demon hours #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie smut #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie au

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trashpocket · 1 year

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demon!steve and musician!eddie (who sold his soul to gain fame and recognition), inspired by @/cryaboutitagain (on twitter)💖 (demon!steve being used for eons and ever loving one mortal before they left him too; always seeking to please people so that they wouldnt leave him again; eddie who thinks he is just a musician with a selfish dream, stalked by a demon who asks him what else eddie wants him to do, because steve is desperate to be needed, and eddie is scared that the demon might want his soul and take away his dream. he falls in love anyway)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fanart #steddie AU #demon x musician #JUST BRAIN WORMS FOR THIS ONE OKAY

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 9 months

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Demon!Eddie part 5

Premise

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

#hype's demon!Eddie fic

This is it, then. The part where he claims his prize, where he uses their despair and makes them sign over the most valuable thing a human can possess. All he needs to do is choose.

He goes very still and focusses. The candles flicker in a non-existent breeze. The two humans in front of him shiver uncomfortably. They don't know exactly what he is doing, but they can feel it, he knows. Feel the way his mind reaches out to pick at their innermost core, prying, assessing, tasting.

And … oh, boy.

He wasn't expecting much, honestly, not with the lousy first impression he got in the few short minutes he's known them. But this?

Richard Harrington's soul is a disgusting thing, a faded, mouldy gray in color, tainted by greed and egotism. It tastes positively rank, so vile that he almost physically recoils. He wonders briefly what sort of life he must lead, to have a soul like this at his young age, but he shakes it off along with the bitter aftertaste of it. It doesn't concern him what the mortals do. Richard Harrington's soul is utterly useless.

The wife, then.

Hers isn’t much better than her husband’s. A sickly, greenish brown thing, completely devoid of any of the light and energy he usually looks for, sour like vinegar. He sighs, resigns himself to the fact that he's going to make a shit deal today, and …

Wait.

Wait, what's that?

He narrows his eyes and digs deeper. The candles stutter and the shadows flicker, and Charlotte Harrington's hand clenches into the plush fabric of the armchair as her knees buckle.

There's something else, something pulsing in the space below her heart and-

Oh.

It's another soul.

It's tiny and weak still. Young. So very young. She probably doesn't even know that it's there, doesn’t even know it's growing within her.

And still.

And still, even though it's still new, can't be more than a few days old, its energy hits him like a ton of bricks.

It glows and shines and thrums with it, and its color isn't like any soul he has ever seen. Gold. Pure and bright and vibrant, drawing him in like a moth to the flame. The taste that tickles the tip of his tongue is sweet like honey. Heavy like wine.

He has never seen anything like it.

He has never wanted to possess anything as much.

Part 6

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #hype's demon!eddie fic #demon!eddie munson

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samgelina-jolie · 1 year

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this is how I imagine Eddie talking about Steve in @morganbritton132 and other tiktok aus

#credit: @alli_bellairs #the hop when they say dodging demons?? such an eddie move #the random use of sign language at the end???#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #show: stranger things #ch: eddie munson #ch: steve harrington #dynamic: eddie/steve #ship: steve/eddie #ship: steddie #video #jen rambles

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bettyfrommars · 9 months

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hi hey hello i am here to humbly request a sexy lil stevie blurb where he’s getting his succu bussed by demon babe.

go nuts. go wild. maybe steve is a good catholic boy maybe he’s not i dunno the evil power is in your hands.

goodBoy!Steve x demon!fem!Reader

18+ONLY - MDNI - smut, Steve falls in love, unprotected p in v, hint of dubcon but only for a moment, demon sex, oral for all, hints to religious trauma, heaven and hell, mention of demons, curses, star-crossed lovers. wc: 2.9k

Good Boy

Steve Harrington was on his knees that night, praying at the foot of the bed, waiting for the all too familiar rustling sound to come from inside the closet. He prayed louder, faster, but he knew you were coming for him, just like you had every night since he found The Book and accidentally summoned you.

He’d tried to throw the book out the window, he’d tried to burn the book, but every night it returned to his bedside table, right where his bible used to be. His family farm had fallen on hard times; the dirt was dry, and the crops were dying, and an old woman in town sold him a book with a spell inside that would bring life back to the land. Steve had always been a very good boy; he worshiped at church, and he worked from sunup to sundown on the farm. He had sexual relations with women before, of course. Once right out of high school, and a couple times with his first girlfriend, Dora, but she always told him he was too big, and it hurt. Steve didn’t want to hurt anyone, and so he’d been saving himself for marriage ever since.

That is, until, that first night the demon came to claim him.

It’d been 7 unholy days full of sins unimaginable since the night he drew the symbol on the floor, dripped blood from his pricked finger, and recited the spell from the book. 7 days since the rains came and the diseased crops glowed ripe and plentiful like an overnight miracle. The book itself was tanned leather, made from some type of skin, embossed with three symbols on the spine but no other distinguishing markings. At first, he cursed the day he was stopped by that old woman in the street, peddling her wares in a pushcart.

Her wrinkled hand snaked out from under her black shawl to take his wrist with a touch that was hot with fever. “You’ll never know if you don’t try it,” she rasped, hunched over, her face in shadow. “Many people have been cured by my spells; many roses have bloomed in my wake. A good boy like you deserves to be rewarded.”

He didn’t even remember buying the book, but suddenly it was clutched under his arm, wrapped in newspaper, and he was on the other side of the street. He looked around, searching for the old woman, but it was as if she’d never existed. He adjusted his glasses, lip curled in confusion, running a hand through his unruly hair. When he unwrapped the paper to see what he had, he realized the pages in the book were, indeed, not the word of God, and so he threw it away in the nearest garbage can.

That was the first time it ended up back on his nightstand. He tossed it out the window and into the pond, only to have it materialize minutes later. He recited the lord's prayer and begged for God to remove the book, but it was no use.

That night, he lay in bed shirtless, one hand behind his head, kept wide awake by the compulsion to perform the spell in the book the old woman had told him about. In a half hour, the spell was done, and he was wiping the chalk and blood off the wood floor, shaking his head, sucking back tears at the idea of a lifetime in purgatory.

But, the next day, he realized the spell had worked, and maybe the woman was right: good boys deserve to be rewarded, and Steve was a very good boy.

That night, after an afternoon of celebration at the farm for the miracle that had clearly been a gift from God himself, Steve crawled into bed with a smile on his face. Under the covers, he jerked himself off, riddled with shame as he did so, moaning a bit to himself, worrying his parents would hear him downstairs. Blind in the dark without his glasses, he reached for the box of tissues with his cum-covered hand, and touched The Book instead, wiping his seed across the symbols on the spine.

That was the first time he heard the noises coming from the closet: a swoosh, and then a stomp, and then the rattling of the doorknob as something worked it open from the inside.

When Steve snapped the light on, there you were, standing at the end of the bed. Looming formidable, smooth red skin tight against your muscles, two horns curled on either side of your head like that of a ram, eyes wide and glossy black. You wore a harness on your neck, breasts bare and firm, nipples hard. From the waist down, there appeared to be dark fur, as if you had the hips and legs of a goat, complete with the glimpse of a hoof just before it morphed into a human foot, and a human leg.

Steve scrambled back against the headboard, too afraid to even scream, struggling to get his glasses on.

“Begone demon!” His voice quivered. But why did he like what he saw so much? You sauntered around the corner of the bed to get closer, long, pointed tongue flicking out to touch your cheek. There was a purring, or a clicking noise happening in the back of your throat

His cock was rock hard, the tip sticky against the inside of the blanket.

“Do you want me to help with this?” You asked, in the same tone a snake might speak with, finishing with long S’s.

Steve gasped when you pulled back the cover to reveal his generous length curved tight up his stomach above his white boxers. You sat down on the bed near his leg, the springs squeaking, and his cock twitched, aching as he watched every flick of your tongue. With a snap of your fingers, the bedside lamp went out, so now the moon through the thin curtains was the only witness to the weight of Steve’s desire.

Your teeth were sharp, but your lips were soft, and it was all Steve could do not to buck his hips in his eagerness for you to take him. This had to be a dream, and in dreams, you can’t be held accountable for the things you take part in. Maybe he’d even forget it by the time he woke up. He kicked the blanket all the way down with his socked feet, and you ran your pointed nails along his hairy shin, all the way up to the hem of his shorts, making him shiver. You scratched at his balls gently with the tips of your nails through his boxers, tapping tapping, causing more pre-cum to dribble from his tip.

“Are you…” Steve stammered. Sweat shining on the skin under his chest hair. “...what do you want from me?”

“I want to taste you,” you told him, eyeing the tip of his cock hungrily. Knowing full well you could take him even if he said no, Steve nodded, bracing his hands on either side of him.

You bent over but kept your black eyes on him, dropping your long, pink tongue down to taste the sweet skin of his shaft and the fresh juice from his hole, concentrating on the ridge under his flesh tip. You wrapped your lips around the head, moaning as you did so, softly grazing the skin with your teeth. Steve threw his head back, his balls aching to do their job again. Your mouth was so wet, your tongue like velvet. He really did not want to like this, but dreams were funny that way.

"I need more,” you swallowed, rubbing your lips together. “You're such a good boy, so patient.”

“I- I- I don’t want to hurt you,” Steve stuttered as you pulled his boxers down and made your way onto the bed to straddle him. He was concerned with you taking the generous nature of his girth.

The sentiment made you close your eyes, roll your head back and growl, imagining the seed of such a good boy feeding the darkness inside of you. You took his hand, bringing his fingers to the slick slit between your legs.

“Holy moly,” Steve gasped. “Is that…because of me?” His eyes were so innocent when they found your dark orbs, it made you line his cock up with your hole and sink down, pinching the tip with your tight inner muscles, hovering there.

“Remember what I told you?” You waited to hear him whimper with need before you sank all the way down. “Good boys deserve rewards.”

The speed and strength with which you rode him had his eyes rolling back so that only the whites were visible, neck muscles straining when he turned his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Look at me,” you told him, demanding. You took one of his hands. “Circle your thumb right here,” you brought it to your clit. “Rub it fast, just like that, so I can cum too.”

“Wait, women can cum? Like men do?” Steve blanched in between grunts of pleasure, raising his hips in jerky movements to meet the way you pounded down on his cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever been inside anyone this deep before.” He frowned in concentration, rubbing your clit like he was told, experiencing waves of pleasure he never thought were possible.

“You fill me up so good,” you assured him, bottoming out and then rocking back and forth. Every time you rose, you milked him with your tight walls.

Steve barely had time to bark a warning that he was cumming before the whip cracked inside of him and he was pumping all he had inside of you.

“Oh good boy, good boy,” you repeated, thighs making a smacking sound as you helped him ride his high. “All of it, give it all to me.”

You waited until he was done, head back breathless on the pillow, before you slipped him out of you and got on your belly to lick him clean. Your tongue worked under his balls, tickling at his ass, thinking you’d like to stick more in there one day, enjoying his moans as he discovered sensations he liked but had never explored before.

Steve wasn’t sure what you were doing when you moved up to straddle his head, positioning your dripping pussy above his face. But, then you lowered yourself to his mouth and he understood, throwing his tongue around in your folds as best he could while cum dripped out of your hole and down his chin.

You wanted to fuck that sweet mouth until the end of time. Grabbing the headboard, you cursed in your ancient language, cunt rippling against his full lips as you came. You let out a growl that was animalistic, and Steve realized that the sound triggered a lust deep inside and turned him on, just like everything else about you.

The day after that, Steve had a spring in his step. The best sex of his life had been with a demon in his dream, but still—he felt as satisfied as if it had happened in real life. His parents did say they heard him up late walking around his room, and swore they heard a coyote whining right outside their window, but he brushed it off after he apologized profusely for waking them.

But, that very next night, he was forced to come to the cold, hard conclusion that, not only were you real, but he was starting to have feelings for you.

Fully dressed, Steve took his glasses off and threw water on his face in the bathroom sink, trying to wake himself up when you appeared out of the closet the next night. “No way, no how, no sir,” he shook his head. “There’s no way this is happening.”

He faced you and jabbed his finger at the book, water dripping from his hair and nose. “God will smite me if I continue to fornicate with you, and this book is to blame.”

You were not forced to fuck Steve because of a curse. That first night, yes, he had inadvertently summoned you. But, after that, it was your own free will that had you polishing your horns and sharpening your claws, wanting to look good for him. Steve had free will too, and he could’ve told you at any moment that he didn’t want you there, but he never did.

On that second night, the two of you kissed for the first time, and then you sucked him off, swallowing him deep inside, making his legs shake and his knees buckle. Every night was a new sexual experiment, a new avenue of lust to pave Steve’s way to hell.

On the fifth night, you were next to him in bed, silicone strap-on harnessed in place, still slick with lube, and he took your strong, red hand in his. “You know what? If you’re in hell, I don’t think it would be so bad.”

You turned your head on the pillow. “There’s something I should tell you.”

The sound of your voice made Steve afraid. He turned on his side to face you, tucking his hands under his head like a pillow. “I’m listening.”

You kept your gaze to the shadows of the ceiling. “I’m only here for seven days,” you swallowed hard. “And then I have to go back.”

“Back? Back where? In the closet?” Steve pressed.

‘Back…where I’m from,” you said softly.

“Wait, back to hell?”

You gave a crooked grin. “If that’s what you want to call it. But I am not of your world, clearly,” you used your hand to gesture to your body and your horns.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he offered, sincerely.

You blinked a few times, almost shy under his earnest gaze. “There’s a portal in the closet and it’s going to close on the seventh night,” only as you said the words did they start to sink in for you. “We’ll never see each other again.”

The two of you sat in silence for most of the rest of that visit, trying to come to terms with the weight of your realities.

On the seventh and final night, there were tears from both parties. You let him see you that night, in your actual half human, half beast form, and he did not turn away from you. Steve filled you up while on top of you, kissing you, missionary style. It was the most vanilla of all of the positions, but it was quickly becoming your favorite as you wrapped your furry legs around him. You drifted in and out of sleep in each other’s arms; you could only stay till midnight and Steve wanted you there until the last second. You’d had plenty of lovers in your day, back in your world, but none of them had been as tender as Steve. You worried that you cared about him enough to make the separation very painful.

“What will happen if you don’t go in?” Steve asked, holding your hand outside the closet.

“I’ll probably cease to exist,” you shrugged. “I’m not really sure.”

Fair enough, Steve didn’t want to take any chances. If he could summon you once, he could summon you again, and he’d work every spell in the book until he figured it out. When the time came, there was one last tearful look and hand hold before the door shut, but just as it closed flush with the wall, Steve flung it open again, needing one more kiss from you.

But, you were already gone.

You were not the only thing missing. To Steve’s horror, he realized he was no longer in possession of The Book. There was an empty space on the nightstand, and it was not under the bed or in any of his drawers.

The next morning, he tore his room apart, rummaging through the tiny closet, groaning in frustration, flipping shoe boxes over his head and ripping coats off of hangers.

“What’s going on up there, Stevie? We’ll be late for church.” His mother’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m not going!” Steve barked, but then he collected himself. “My apologies mother. I’ll be right down.”

The sermon by Pastor Wilson was particularly long and torturous that day for Steve in his button down shirt and tie. He desperately wanted nothing more than to go back to his closet and find a way to get back to you. Pastor Wilson asked the congregation to stand for a hymn and that was when Steve caught sight of a familiar sight out of the corner of his eye: it was the hunched over figure of the old woman he’d bought the book from. She was standing outside the church window, looking in, her black scarf over her head, bracing against the wind.

But, she was moving now, turning and walking away.

Steve followed, excusing himself, he pushed through bodies as fast as he could without knocking people over while the congregation sang about begging for holy protection from satan.

Steve broke through the church door and out into the daylight just in time to see the older woman disappear around a street corner, shuffling her cart with her. Steve ripped his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt, preparing to run the distance to catch up with her.

“Leaving now?” An elderly man shouted after Steve from inside the church. “You’ll go to hell for that, son.”

“God, I hope so,” Steve barked over his shoulder, arms pumping as he lit out across the street, running toward the devil with all his might.

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