#demon!Eddie

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Hello there first of my prompts for make me write and I’ve started demon!eddie au second most popular and maybe I’ll get something finished for Halloween? Maybe… anyway first 12 sentences and we’re off…. (Unedited etc etc so bear with) It’s got working Prince of Flame and Shadows which was a title prompt from someone?! I’ve lost the url! Sorry, if it’s you Tanis lmk please 💜 or it could be @dr-shortsighted-owl or @daffi-990 or @madambeetroot cos I know you sent me title prompts ages ago. Or it could be anyone really!

The hands on his ridiculously ornate over the top clock hits midnight. Eddie sighs and pushes the paperwork on his desk to one side, he hates paperwork. He’s always hated it. He’d like an assistant actually, one with a clipboard and a determined personality. It’s a busy life and getting busier which is depressing if he stops to think about it.

Probably best not to think about it actually. He certainly tries not to anyway. Things are gloomy enough down here as it is.

Eddie leans back in his chair, throne technically, damn uncomfortable either way.

He looks around his office; same four walls, same desk, same terrible souls needing punishment. Round and round, round and round, over and over again. Not much changes around here.

@dangerpronebuddie @eddiebabygirldiaz @jesuisici33 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming

Tagging those who also chose this one, these aren’t your sentences but thought you might like to see.

Anyone wants tagging on this wip lmk 💜

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Soul Searching

Demon!Soulmate!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Soulmates are rare, even rarer for demons, and yet here you are.

Warning: 18 +. unprotected sex, p n v, not really anything else I don't think.

Thank you to @my-malachai-stilinski for requesting more demon!eddie and @lofaewrites for beta reading💗

Masterlist

It’s closing in on nine at night. Eddie had started his reaping early, hoping there would be more souls to claim when the streets were busy instead of waiting until two or three. 

He was right. Of course, there were more wicked souls to take with him back into the depths of his home, to dump upon some imp who loved to torture and torment. 

As the night went on, he couldn’t help but feel a shift in the breeze as he crouched atop a high roof, watching and waiting for another bounty. Then, the most wonderful scent filled his nostrils. It was like heaven, if there were such a place for him.

He sniffed the air like a hound dog tracking its prey. Magically poofing into thin air only to appear three rooftops away, he searched for what could smell so delicious. 

It only took a matter of minutes until he found you. Your sweet smell permeated through the air and he felt like he could get drunk on it if only he were closer. 

Souls usually never smelled this good, this intoxicating. The ones he encountered on a daily basis, the souls of the truly evil, smelled of rot and decay. Some even smelt of sulfur, pungent, and singed the nose. But not you. Your soul was a bed of freshly picked flowers, honey drizzled on a warm pastry. He couldn’t get enough of it. 

So, he followed you into the night. Sulking through the shadows keeping a watchful eye. 

In his diligence, he sees you stumble and in a flash he's behind you, catching you before you land on your ass. 

You let out a small yelp, expecting to feel the hard ground under you. You don't. You feel two warm hands holding onto your waist, keeping you steady. 

You turn around to thank your savior only to stop suddenly in your movement. You've never felt this feeling before, this warmth spreading through your stomach and the small tingles in your limbs. Yet you know what it is. You've heard of others meeting their soulmates but never had you imagined this meeting would make the group feel like it were shaking beneath your feet.

As you look at him, you realize he isn't entirely human. The back of your mind is screaming at you to cower, to run away and hide. But you don't. The pull of your soulmate stops you from being terrified by those curving horns protruding from his mess of curly hair and the spade tail that had curled its way around your ankle.

It feels like a giant lump in your throat when you start to speak. 

"H-" you swallow. "Hi." 

He stares at you, his golden eyes slit like a cat, taking you in. "Hello."

His voice is deep and rich, almost a purr. 

Eddie thinks you smell even better up close. His nose is picking up even the faintest scents now, the blood running through your veins, the wetness forming between your thighs. 

"Are you my soulmate?" You ask, eyes wide.

Eddie thinks for a moment. He'd never heard of demons having a soulmate. At least no other demon he knew had one, they all just assumed that would no longer have one thanks to their so-called "fall from grace". 

But that would explain your smell. How it was so unique he had never smelled it before. It would also explain why you weren't running from him, screaming, trying to get away. 

Finally, he speaks. "I believe so."

He reaches out his hand, fingers long and thick, and he catches your upper arm. It's like his mind has been taken over by some primal instinct as he pulls you flush to him.

You don't try to fight it. Instead, you nuzzle into him. He smells wonderful, like the smoke from a burning cedar tree and something you can't quite place. 

Then you feel it. The arousal that's started to pool in your panties. You've just met this creature and now he's making you hornier than you've ever been, and you know he knows too with the way his fingers are gripping your skin. 

Eddie is trying to hold off, trying not to take you where you're standing. He's been so lonely for so long and now here you are smelling so sweet that he just has to have a taste. 

He slides his hands up to cup your cheeks. He surges forward while also bringing you to him. When your lips connect, he feels a strong tingle down his spine to the tip of his tail.

You feel something too. A sense of want and need but also belonging. His lips on yours feel like home, like someplace familiar, where you are meant to be. 

Lips pressing on each other's he opens his mouth and presses his tongue into yours, slipping past your teeth and into the warmth of you. He hums and how well you fit together like this and can't help but wonder how well other parts of you will fit. 

He lets out a groan when you slink your arms around his neck, pulling him into you more. 

You've both become needy. Trying to devour one another in the half-light of the street. 

You whimper, legs pressing together. "Take me." Your voice is quiet against his lips, barely above a whisper. "Take me please." You need him, badly. 

Eddie hums against you. Hands still pressing against your cheeks, still pulling you to him.

You know this is going way too fast and so does he but carnal desires can't be stopped once they've started. Not if you're a touch-starved demon and his soulmate.

A gust of wind whips your hair and your stomach drops like when you move way too fast on an amusement park ride.

You gawk when you pull away from the demon to survey your surroundings. You weren’t on the sidewalk anymore. No, you were in a bedroom. 

He watched as you walked around the enormous room. Fingers danced over the wooden posts to the bed. Your eyes were full of wonder as you took in what could only be described as a room taken straight out of an episode of Game of Thrones. 

There were red and black fabrics thrown about the room, several rugs covered the stone floor. Candelabras were lit sporadically around the room as well as torched lining the walls between tapestries depicting gruesome battles.

You turn back to him and are met with heavily lidded eyes. He disappears only to reappear directly in front of you. You gasp.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face as he says, "You are mine now. Forever." Then he's crashing his lips onto yours once more. 

You crave him, so deep down in your core that it hurts to not have him touching you. So you claw at his clothes. The 80s metal shirt you hadn't realized he was wearing and the leather jeans. 

He follows your lead, taking each item of clothing off until all that was left was his pale skin glowing in the candlelight. He carefully begins to pull your own clothes off, only continuing when you nod your head at his questioning gaze. 

Then, when you are both naked, he mounds his mouth to your skin. Kissing and nipping up and down your neck and shoulders. He walks you backward catching you with strong hands when your knees hit the bed and give out. 

"You're so soft…" He speaks his hands roaming over your hips and backside. "Never felt something so soft in my whole existence."

You can't help but chuckle and let your own hands drift over his strong chest, nails scratching, creating long red marks down his pecs and stomach. 

Leaning up, you kiss him again. Slow and soft and all at once. You pull him down with you as you fall back on the bed. He follows, catching himself with solid arms on either side of you. 

His body covers you completely. 

You break away from the kiss. His dark, lustful, loving eyes stare into yours with an intensity you've never encountered before. 

As you look back at him, eyes exploring every inch of his face, you ask, "What's your name?" 

He looks a little shocked at the question but answers nonetheless. "Eddie."

You hum in response. "I like that name." You bring his back to you and kiss along his cheek over the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. 

"Yeah? I'll make you scream it after a while." He grins wickedly. "But for now I would like to take my time with you. Feel you. Own you."

He takes his fingers and trails them lightly over the contours of your body erecting goosebumps in their wake. Starting from your shoulder, over your collarbone, between your breasts, and past your navel. They stop just above your pussy. 

Impatiently you buck your hips. 

"Now now." He admonishes, taking his hand away. "Don't try and rush me, pet." 

You whine but concede. 

His fingers begin to touch you between your thighs. Massaging into the plush flesh. You sigh, in contentment. 

"Eddie-" His name is a whisper on the wind. 

His spine tingles when he hears you. He never thought those two syllables of his name could ever sound as good as they do when you say them. 

He wants to hear you say it again. He wants to hear you say it over and over and over until your voice gives out. 

"Say it again," He growls. 

And you gasp it out. "Eddie!" When his fingers gently push through your folds. 

The wetness he finds between your legs has him vibrating. All this just for him, your soulmate. He spreads the slick around, savoring how you shudder in his hold when he swipes over your clit. 

He doesn’t want to wait any longer, he’s hardly holding it together as it is. He wants to feel you wrapped around him. 

So, he moves. Thick fingers wrap around your ankles and pull your legs apart. He slots them on either side of himself before pulling you flush, the backs of your thighs meeting the tops of his. 

With no moment to waste, Eddie takes his cock into his hand and gives it a few pumps. He’s huge. Long and thick around. You have no idea how he’s going to fit but you desperately need him inside of you. 

“Please. Need your cock in me.” You beg and wiggle your hips ever so slightly. 

He just chuckles and guides the tip to your waiting entrance. You think it’s fine when he first pushes in, slowly. But as he keeps going, he keeps stretching you. In seconds you are turned into nothing more than a whimpering mess. 

People had talked about how the first time with their soulmates had gone. How the sex was the best they had ever had, how it was so good they couldn’t get enough. But this… This was earth-shattering. 

Maybe it was because your soulmate obviously wasn’t human but you know this isn’t the feeling that normal soulmate copulation tends to elicit. 

You can practically feel you becoming one. Your walls are molding around him the further in he goes, and his cock hits every single spot inside you that brings pleasure. It’s been less than a minute and you’re already shaking.

Eddie falls forward, caging you in below him. His head rests between your neck and shoulder where he opens his mouth and lets his tongue lave at the sweat beginning to cast over you. Even your skin tastes sickeningly sweet. 

His mind is becoming foggy, your cunt is sucking him in, forming to him. He can't help but mutter, “You were made for me… Fuck you feel so good.”  

His lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His chest presses against yours and you can feel his heart beating against your skin. It’s all so much for the both of you. 

You’re moaning, loud, and uncaring as he ruts into you. You cry his name, “Eddie!” He just growls when he hears you. 

“Need you so bad.” He grunts. “Need you so so bad.” 

You can feel him all over you. Every place your skin touches, even the slightest bit, is lit up, tingling with a sensation akin to icy hot. 

It hasn’t been that long. He hasn’t been inside you for that long but you can feel that tightness forming. That all too familiar sensation of ecstasy banging at the door to be let out. You moan, trying to hold yourself back. Your hands cling to the demon, nails biting through his skin. 

You can feel him smiling against your neck as his hips move just a tiny bit faster. 

“Let go.” He says. “Let go and show me how good I can make you feel.”  

It’s like his words have some kind of power over you. You can feel yourself letting go. That tightness pulling ever tighter until it snaps. 

His grip tightens and he's pushing deeper, faster. Your orgasm crashes through you, washing over you in a powerful, unstoppable wave. You feel yourself trembling, your body shaking, and spasming. 

“That's it. That’s a good girl. Feel so good cumming around my cock. 

Eddie is still pumping into you, close to his own release. “Say my name.” He mewls, lips coming to slot against your own. 

“Eddie,” You moan. 

“Again,” He begs.” 

“Eddie.” 

“Louder. Scream it if you have to.”

And you do. You scream his name and as soon as you do you feel his cock twitch inside you and right after he lets go. Moaning and whimpering against your mouth. 

He doesn’t move to get off of you, even after he’s spilled everything he could inside of you. He lays there, his body weight a comfort to you.  

You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes as you savor the moment. He finally pulls away and you open your eyes to see him smiling down at you. He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. 

“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers. 

You pull him to you, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and whisper in his ear. “Me too.” 

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the devil i know

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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's.

In which the reader makes a pact with Eddie, a crossroads demon, for power and protection. He takes it a little too seriously.

cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, monsterfucking!!, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, way more plot than you'd expect, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, demonic possession, murder, there are MANY minor character deaths, animal death, trauma, depictions of physical and emotional abuse, graphic depictions of violence, bullying/harassment, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, tfw your accidental boyfriend is a demon who is obsessed with you bc he doesn't know how to be normal about anything ever, dead dove: do not eat

please check individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

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Okay but what about something smutty about Eddie being your sleep paralysis demon?? He’s coming by to visit and terrorize you, but once he sees his delicious you are, wants to have a different kind of fun?

18+ONLY, sleep paralysis, nightmares, satire, no smut (ILY I'm sorry) just a wee blurb

Nightmare Factory Masterlist

Eddie is your sleep paralysis demon, but he's really bad at it.

He's new to the gig; he was sent there on assignment from The Nightmare Factory. It's just another job to pay the bills, one that he doesn't take too seriously. On the first day, he has this heart-in-his-throat moment when he sees you, and then he immediately feels guilty that he's slinking around in your room at night while you sleep. Life for a professional Sleep Paralysis Demon (SPD certified) is, indeed, a lonely one. It's a lot of lurking and longing, and he's starting to realize that he might not be cut out for it.

But then, one night, he's sitting on the side of your bed, telling you about his day in soft whispers that he thought you would never hear, when your eyes fly open.

He stands up to apologize, but all you see is a faceless, shadow figure standing at the end of the bed, watching you.

You try to scream, but no sound comes out. You try to wake up, but it feels like you already are, and panic sets in.

Eddie takes a few steps toward you, moving his hands, trying to explain. "Listen I know this is weird but hear me out---I'm not here to hurt you. This is just a job, that's all it is, and if they didn't send me, they would've sent some other dude. Not to sound like a creep or anything but I like you and--"

But all you hear is this loud shrieking, like a banshee wail, as the thing shuffles closer. You try to move, but your limbs feel like they are stuck in concrete.

Eddie takes a few more steps, getting right up by your head to look down at you, willing you to understand him. "I'm not trying to freak you out, okay, I promise, but I've been working up the courage to say that I like coming here to hang out with you. I just wish we knew how to communicate because I think we'd have a lot in common."

The dark figure is screaming in your face, right above you, and inside your head you are begging for it to leave you alone.

Eddie hears a whimper come out of your throat as if you are trying to scream and he realizes maybe this approach isn't working, and so he backs up. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going to wake you up now, okay? It's all good sweetheart, here we go, let me help you..."

You wake up choking on a frightened sob, and then you scramble to flick the bedside light on, gasping, on the verge of tears. You sit up in bed and pull the covers to your chin, eyes darting around the empty room, trembling.

Above you, Eddie floats on the ceiling, apologizing in a voice too low for any human ears to hear.

Later, back at the Nightmare Factory headquarters, he puts in his SPD resignation, citing emotional damage. A bummer in more ways than one, since those two months of SPD training were down the drain.

He goes to stand in front of the message board, to look at the job openings he could apply for. He can't help but wonder which one of the available nightmare positions would get him closer to you.

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something something devil’s dance by metallica

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

* indicates 18+ content.

🚫 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫 don’t click it, plz.

mrwinterr masterlist

welcome to my eddie munson era.

Enjoy the Ride (preview)

Mayhem (Demon!Eddie Munson AU) - preview

Die Happy* (Ghost!Eddie Munson AU)

The Nerve (featuring some Steve Harrington)

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Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell

Author: copperleaves

Rating/Warning: Explicit, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Chapter Count: 7/7

Description: Edmodeus the demon is assigned the task of corrupting the innocent Sister Mary Elizabeth (née Chrissy Cunningham) days before she takes her final vows. He poses as an angel, she falls readily into his arms…and he learns that corruption can go both ways.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, nun!Chrissy, Demon!Eddie, a lot of firsts, when I said wow to other smut, DO I MEAN WOW HERE, smut, filthy filthy smut, the smut is the PLOT, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: Completed

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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

Masterlist

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.

[begitalarcos]

*One Shot* - Inspired by a post by dreamingoor

Steve goes back for Eddie after Dustin tells him what happend, and finds... not exactly what he’s expecting. After a brief scuffle and a few blows to the head Steve is able to finally subdue Eddie, or whatever it is he’s become, but now what? Chained and locked up tight - Eddie taunts, growls and screams at Steve all whilst attempted to free himself.

Steve comes back each day, playing tape after tape of Eddie’s favorite music from the other side of the door, trying desperately to quell whatever festers inside him.

All the while telling himself, there has to be a way to make this right... there has to be.

[bettyfrommars]

Your post about your dream about demon!eddie reminded me of a dream I also had about demon!eddie. He was basically half human half like, this tall spindly creature and he was banished to live in an old abandoned house. His memory was half gone so depending on when you went he’d either semi remember you and not kill you or you’d be 100% dead. Anyway one night I took my chances and we ended up fucking 😂

oh I'm gonna always take my chances with those odds 🤣

but why did this also make me sad? why is he out there all alone and why is he losing he mind 🥺 It's kind of giving me drifter!eddie but without waitress!reader, and now I have to make sure he has a mate.

Let's both go over and check on him.

[fuctacles]

demon!Eddie - almost there [5/6]

previously on | read on Ao3

It was more than just ‘Steve knows Eddie knows’. Most importantly it was ‘Steve knows and is in no denial about it’. The heavy scent of attraction settled on him like a brand. If Eddie didn’t know any better he would think he was actually manipulating his aura to taunt him. Whenever they shared a room, Eddie was distracted because Steve’s attention was all he could focus on. It was a back-and-forth of mutual awareness and what’s worse, acceptance. Steve came to terms with his attraction towards Eddie in a matter of a day and was wearing it on display for Eddie to see, knowing Eddie can sense it.

Bastard.

No more of the stale divorced-couple scent when Eddie walked on Nancy and Steve talking. No, whenever Eddie entered the room, Steve’s aura perked up like an overeager puppy.

Eddie was still the predator though and had one distinct advantage - while aware of Steve’s position at all times, he could not be sensed back. It took some patience, a lot of observation and hanging around but eventually, he managed to corner him alone. When Steve was leaving the bathroom at one of the movie nights, he pushed him back in.

The door slammed behind them but to his displeasure, Steve didn’t seem surprised. Instead, he looked at Eddie with curious eyes.

“Is it working?”

Eddie narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, feeling himself lose the upper hand yet again.

“Is what working?”

“Thinking about you.” Steve tapped his temple a couple times. “I don’t know what exactly you can sense but I thought it’s worth… experimenting.”

That picked Eddie’s interest. His eyebrows shot up.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, a smirk tugging on his lips. It grew wider as Steve’s cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze. “Steve,” he purred encouragingly. “I could smell your horny thoughts from across the room. Tell me.”

Steve leaned on the opposite wall, arms crossed defensively. He licked his lips.

“Your hands.”

“My hands?” repeated Eddie. “Go on,” he prompted when Steve only nodded.

The man huffed, annoyed that he was expected to elaborate. As if Eddie would let him go with such a measly answer.

“On my ass. In my hair. On my throat. In my mouth.” He licked his lips again as if salivating at the thought. A dam broke and his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his arms. “Your dick,” and his gaze took a fleeting detour below Eddie’s belt loops. “I was wondering- how it looks.”

Eddie cocked his head in amusement.

“You don’t know how a cock looks, Stevie?” he teased, but Steve was shaking his head, face redder by the second.

“Your other dick,” he clarified as if it made any more-

Oh.

It was Eddie’s turn to flush hot. All this time, the filth and attraction coming in waves from Steve were about his demon form. His breath caught in his throat and Steve used this moment of weakness to be bold again, to drive him nuts.

“Is it big? How would it feel against me?” he swallowed, the sound wet and distracting. “How would it taste?”

The shame and exhilaration coming from him were now hitting Eddie both through his extra senses and Steve’s words, perceived tenfold by his delicious presence.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself make a guttural sound, a purr growing in force until it was a rumble deep in his belly, straining at his bones, at his humanity. He licked his lips and he slipped, tongue swirling beyond a human one. Steve’s eyes followed, transfixed.

“Wanna check it out?”

Steve hesitated.

“Here? Right now?”

Their kids were watching a movie one floor below them.

“You had no problem fantasizing about me with our friends literally next to you,” Eddie reminded him with a teasing smile.

Steve opened and closed his mouth, red and tasting like shame and embarrassment. Delicious. Then he took a couple steps forward but to Eddie’s disappointment, stopped just within an arm’s reach.

“I don’t want any distractions when you show me.”

He could be embarrassed, curious, and horny but in the end, he was King Steve and his flirt bone apparently wasn’t gone yet. A choked sound pushed out of Eddie’s throat.

“Fine,” he spat out. “Let’s finish the movie.”

The movie was done and Steve’s aura settled into Eddie’s bones like a heavy blanket. It felt as if Steve got the attention he wanted and put it on a back burner, mercifully letting Eddie enjoy the company of their friends. It was still there though, like an itch you press on but don’t dare scratch.

Every now and then Eddie would feel a mental punch in the gut and when he looked up, Steve’s eyes would be on him.

Everything else was painfully normal. After a lengthy discussion on the movie they just watched, the younger party members were driven home and the older ones dispersed by default, muttering excuses of morning shifts the next day.

Steve for once didn’t have that excuse and it left him parked in front of Eddie’s trailer, watching Max run up the steps to hers. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his thoughts taking a detour as soon as she was safe inside and his cheeks grew hot because Eddie knew, Eddie could feel it, and he was sitting right next to him, not making any move to leave and Steve was suddenly regretting everything he said earlier in the bathroom but he also wasn’t because it made his guts twist unpleasantly and gods he was rewinding it all now and-

Eddie cut off his panic with a loud burst of laughter.

“I won’t bite unless you ask nicely,” he grinned, cocking his head. He turned towards Steve who resolutely didn’t mirror his position and gestured to the trailer ahead. “Wanna come in?”

Steve hesitated, his grip tightening on the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“Yeah,” he nodded, voice weak, and Eddie chuckled.

He reached out to squeeze his elbow, running his hand up till he reached the tense fingers, caressing them.

“We can just smoke,” he reminded, offered, as an out. He was in no hurry now that he knew it was a possibility, even if Steve smelled like a snack.

The man finally relaxed his grip and looked at Eddie, his eyes roaming and that delicious spark filling the air back again.

“We could,” he agreed, a bravado in his voice pushed solely by the curious arousal, and damn if Eddie didn’t respect that.

The trailer doors shut close, and it would make Steve more at ease if after all these years something as feeble as doors still meant safety. But with Eddie on the same side as him, it was a bit easier. Strength in numbers, first and foremost, and it was hard to forget that Eddie was a 7-foot-tall half-demon. Having a friendly beast like that for protection took a significant weight off Steve’s shoulders.

A semi-familiar heaviness settled in his stomach instead as he watched Eddie’s back retreat towards the metalhead’s bedroom. They skipped the flirting and the wooing and Steve felt out of his depth. There was none of the required dance of attraction between them beforehand. But they were also two guys who faced the apocalypse with a bunch of friends. What even was normal at this point?

Steve stood in the doorframe, waiting to be led into this new ritual. He took a look around the room - small, but with so much more personality than Steve’s bedroom ever had. There were posters on the walls; cassettes and books on every surface. The guitar, dice on the desk, a dragon figure on the shelf. Everything so different and yet so normal

Eddie motioned him to the sloppily made mattress. The sheets were in a red plaid pattern.

“Make yourself cozy,” he offered, rummaging through his stuff until he emerged victorious with a joint and a lighter. He joined Steve on the bed, crowding into his space with no preamble. He snickered at Steve’s slightly panicked gaze.

“Wanna sit on my lap?”  He teased but with a little hesitance, Steve nodded.

The fallen king kept surprising him.

He made himself comfortable against the pillows as Steve hovered above him, unsure how to slot their bodies together so Eddie helped him, spreading his thighs to slide on top of his own and looping his legs loosely around himself.

“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly, lighting the joint. He offered it to Steve’s lips who obediently wrapped them around it, brushing against Eddie’s fingers as he inhaled. He watched Eddie take it back to his own lips and take a drag himself, not breaking eye contact. When his eyes dropped to Steve’s lips he parted them expecting the joint again but instead he took another drag and pulled Steve down by the chin to shotgun.

Again, there was no playing around, no teasing, or tentativeness. Their lips brushed against each other, making Steve almost choke on the smoke, startled by the sudden shift. He leaned in, sucking gently on the retracing bottom lip and he felt Eddie’s mouth stretch in a smile. He pressed back, peppering light kisses on Steve’s searing mouth before leaning out of reach and placing the joint in them instead.

“This shit is expensive Stevie, let’s finish it first,” he reprimanded light-naturedly and Steve groaned in annoyance, taking a long exaggerated drag. Eddie laughed. He made to pull away but Steve snatched the joint away, inhaling deeply before leaning down for another smoke-infused kiss. The tip of his tongue brushed Eddie’s lips and in retaliation he let loose his own, tracing his mouth.

Steve pulled away sputtering, face red. Eddie laughed, snatching the joint back.

“Thought you were into it, big boy?” he teased despite his own worries. He never openly showed off to anyone. Not unless they could blame what they saw on the drugs.

Instead of answering, Steve’s hands flew to Eddie’s hair massaging gently his scalp, rubbing at his temples where he knew the horns would protrude from. The jock thumbed at the bumps under the skin, the facade instinctively crumbling in the familiar and safe space of Eddie’s room. He let them out, the jagged edges catching on Steve’s fingers

The man watched in morbid fascination as the skin stretched and thinned out, accommodating the fleshy yet hard surface of the horns. He touched, feathery light, the rippling amalgamation of skin, muscle, and bone. His fingers circled one of the horns, his eyes watching Eddie for any sign to stop. Eddie watched him back.

“Can you feel it?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Like any other part of the body. They are itchy for like a minute after they grow out.”

“Want me to scratch it?”

“Go ahead.”

So Steve did, rubbing his palms against the ragged surface, up and down. Eddie breathed softly beneath him and Steve had a momentary picture of himself doing a similar motion but with his hand down the man’s jeans.

“It feels nice,” Eddie informed him and when Steve looked down his breath hitched because, with a blink, Eddie’s irises were gone, his blown-out pupils taking the sole residence in the eye socket.

Another blink and the eyes were back to normal.

“Sorry,” Eddie winced.

“No no no no no,” Steve protested frantically, his hands cupping Eddie’s face, thumbs pressing just below his eyes, on the soft tissue of his cheeks. “Just shift, you’re not gonna scare me. Please, Eddie,” he added at the hesitance in the other’s eyes.

The metalhead sighed, a whistling sound followed by a couple deep breaths before his skin began to ripple under Steve, stretching and changing shape to accommodate the new form.

Steve bit his lip not to make a sound as his legs spread further on now bigger thighs, as the lips under his fingers distorted, making room for canines. Black eyes blinked at him again, now from above, towering over Steve.

Eddie just looked, waiting. Expecting Steve to slide off, turn away, to leave. Scream, even. Or even worse, look at him in disgust, lose interest in Eddie.

But no, all he could sense was the thrill of arousal.

Without a word, Steve took one of his hands in his to trace the long fingers and press the pad of his thumb into the claws. He tried lacing their fingers together but the size difference was too big to do it comfortably. Eddie felt a pang of regret, but Steve only pressed his thumbs against the calloused pads of his palm, murmuring with awe a quiet:

“So big…”

before placing the hand at his waist, which Eddie obediently wrapped around. His fingers easily splayed across his back, his thumb pressing deliciously below the hip bone. Steve sighed, grabbing impatiently at his other hand. Taking the clue, Eddie grabbed his other side, encircling his waist completely.

A shudder ran down Steve’s body and he slumped forward into Eddie’s space.

“Holy shit, Harrington,” Eddie flexed his fingers, mesmerized by the reaction. Even his low, gravelly voice seemed to be doing it for Steve. He splayed his hands on Eddie’s bony chest to feel it reverberate through his body. “And I thought I was the freak,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” Steve bristled with no heat behind it, too busy pressing his face into Eddie’s stretched t-shirt, absorbing the rumble of his voice. “You’re warm,” he observed, his cheek smashed against him as his hands roamed the vast expanse of Eddie’s demon form. “Demofreaks are cold.”

“I really hope that’s a plus.”

“I really hope you don’t think I secretly wanna bone the Demogorgon.”

There was a punched-out sound that shook Steve’s body and it took him a while to recognize it as a barked-out laugh.

“Well, now that you mention it…”

Steve, with huge restraint, pushed away to look at Eddie. At his blackened-out pupils, his shit-eating grin the same despite the sharp teeth showing through.

“Don’t be gross,” Steve scoffed, his face twisting and it reassured Eddie further that he was separated from the real monsters in Steve’s mind. Well, this and-

He nosed just below the boy’s jaw, inhaling the scent of arousal, attraction, the guilt of wanting.

“I know, baby,” he purred, his voice vibrating through their bodies. “You wanted to bone me pretty much from the start, from the day I almost stabbed you through the throat.”

“I didn’t,” Steve scoffed indignantly, not an ounce of truth in his voice. He moved his head to bare his neck for Eddie to sniff and rub against.

“Did you like being at my mercy? Pressed against a wall?” Eddie pressed on, his hot breath ghosting against Steve’s collarbone.

“Yeah,” Steve admitted after a bit of silence. Eddie hummed against his skin, content to hear the truth. He licked a stripe up the column of his throat. Steve whined.

“Does that do it for you? That I’m bigger, stronger than you? Could snap you in half if you asked nicely?”

“Yes,” Steve admitted, this time without hesitance. A thrill went down Eddie’s spine.

“Then ask.”

Steve stiffened at Eddie’s commanding tone. The half-demon leaned away so Steve could stare at him with his glazed-over eyes. He licked his lips, thinking.

“Pick me up,” he asked first, hands flying to clutch at his shoulders.

Eddie did as he was asked, effortlessly hoisting him up and off the bed. Steve wrapped his legs around him tighter, breath catching as his dick pressed against Eddie’s belly. Eddie growled, adjusting his grip to slip one hand on Steve’s ass.

“Wall,” he murmured, crawling up Eddie’s body to reach his mouth.

There wasn’t much space in the trailer for the 7 feet monster that was Eddie Munson but they made do. Eddie pressed him against the wall of his bedroom, displaying Steve Harrington, former king of high school among his metal bands posters. He leaned down, pressing wet, uncoordinated kisses to his mouth. Meanwhile, Steve’s strong legs twitched against him, pressing him closer, fingers clawing at him, demanding to cave him in, crowd him against the wall until he was smashed between it and Eddie’s huge searing body. The man moaned, his hips jerking against him in the nonexistent space.

Kissing Eddie’s stretched mouth and huge teeth was hard. It was mostly panting and licking against each other, Steve greedily exploring each corner and every sharp point of his teeth. When he started sucking on Eddie’s tongue a tremor went through his body, pressing impossibly harder into the man, until his body started to protest.

Steve emerged for a desperate breath, the pain in his muscles making him lucid for a second. Eddie leaned back sensing his discomfort but Steve kept him close, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Put me on the desk?”

Eddie would be ashamed of himself for following orders, from Steve Harrington no less, if only the man in his arms didn’t look so pretty and lustful.

“Undress me,” Steve ordered when his ass was sat on Eddie’s desk and he raised his arms obediently, looking up at him with a level of submissive trust that should be illegal. Eddie must have died that day with the demobats and was now in the place in hell where succubi resided. There was no other way this was real.

He pulled Steve’s t-shirt up over his head and arms. Then to Steve’s absolute delight manhandled his hips off the desk to get him out of his pants as well. Now only in his underwear, Steve raised his arms in a silent plea to be lifted up again.

His naked skin rubbed deliciously against Eddie, like a cooling ointment for his burning body.

“What now, princess?”

“Drop me.”

“Huh?”

“Drop me on the bed,” Steve clarified, going limp in his hold to make his point.

[fairyysoup]

Just want you to know I’m OBSESSED with demon!Eddie and I absolutely love this story. You’re spoiling us, honestly. It’s SO FUCKING GOOD.

demon!eddie has consumed my life for three months and counting, i'm happy i am not the only one who is unhinged for him 💕💕 thank you so much!!

[apomaro-mellow]

In case you were wondering they're STILL bringing up cereal mascots

[hellcheerficdatabase]

So give it to me

Author: @bellarkyy

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: Chrissy is a witch and spends her days alone in her cottage in the middle of the woods. Because of her loneliness, she makes an attempt to become pregnant with her magic, but instead, she accidentally summons a demon. She takes the opportunity and offers up the trade of her powers for him to give her a baby. The demon takes her trade very literally and Chrissy's night goes much differently than she expected it too.

Tags: Alternate Universe, alternate universe- fantasy, Witch!Chrissy, Demon!Eddie, plot with smut, smut, s*x? no this is love making, Chrissy is a lonely girl, BAMF Chrissy, Eddie has a CRUSH, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

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Hello my dear thanks for inspiring me, this is a lot of sentences and things may change but here we go…

🧜‍♂️ merman pirate au (the other one under cut) tagging those who also chose at least one of these @tizniz @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @dangerpronebuddie @sunflowerwemadeit also @dr-shortsighted-owl cos I think the mer title prompt was yours ‘time and tide’

Rules are not for him. Not anymore.

There’s nothing of him visible apart from the bridge of his nose, his eyes, the wet curls on his head.

The effect of him is more visible, but isn’t that always the way with him; the ripples on the surface of the ocean circle outwards from his body, caused by the slow but powerful movement of the muscles in his tail as it moves in circles. It’s a good tail, strong, powerful. Usually it keeps him moving, moving further and further away from there which is the best decision he ever made. Today it’s keeping him in one spot because he likes the view.

The ripples are a tiny risk, they wouldn’t even be visible if the sea wasn’t so calm and still today, but it is.

It doesn’t matter, there’s no one to see any part of him anyway. Unless of course there’s someone in the house that nestled on the side of the cliff top. Someone in that small, warm looking building, looking out in exactly the right direction at exact the right moment to see something small and inconsequential bobbing around in the middle of the sea, almost impossible to spot but there all the same.

Buck sometimes wonders if he wants to be spotted. Is that why he keeps coming back to this particular cove? He tells himself it’s because he likes the fresh air on his face, the wind in his hair. He tells himself he just likes the view. The cliffs are tall and majestic, they call to him, bobbing just under the waterline Buck wonders what it would be like to climb them. Maybe one day he might try. He’d like to look in the window of that house one day, see who lives there. One day, not today though. Not today. The eyes and the curls vanish, leaving only ripples behind and then not even them anymore.

*

The ripples are back. Eddie watches from the window. He’s seen them before, only on calm days like this it’s true but he thinks that maybe whatever causes them is there on stormy days too. He hopes so. Once he thinks he saw something more than ripples, a splash, a flash of blue, the light catching on something that shimmered. It must have been made by something large. Larger than a fish, maybe a seal, maybe a shark. Ta

😈 demon!Prince Eddie

He’s been petitioning for an early intervention programme up top. Try and improve things before it was too late, helping before the rot sunk in too deep. Try and do some good. The pilot project he wanted got approved a few centuries ago. He’d been allowed to visit an author in the early 19th century, England he thinks it was, he’d given him an idea for a book. Ghosts and the similar, a cautionary tale about hoarding wealth and miserly habits. He’d had high hopes for it. He’s heard It’s still quite popular, gets talked about in schools and then swiftly forgotten once people start earning money. Shame, but still there’s always hope, even after all this time. Who knows maybe he’ll get the approval to take it into the next stage at some point but he’s still waiting for approval to get through the right departments. Bureaucracy is something down here and up there have in common.

Feels like he’s been waiting forever. Maybe he has, but recently he’s been feeling it more. There’s a restlessness inside him and it’s growing. The last few days have been particularly peculiar, it’s like he’s forgotten something or lost it. He keeps looking over his shoulder expecting to see someone watching him. There’s never anyone there. Except that’s not quite true, once he thought he saw a figure, shimmering at the edge of his vision. He’d talked to Lena about it, thought maybe she’d sent one of the subdemons to keep an eye on him. She scowled back at him and said she was worried about him but not worried enough to waste a spy. He’d believed her, and he’d noted that she now looked even more worried than she had at the start of conversations. Admitting to seeing things that aren’t there is never a particularly comforting thing to hear, especially in Hell, where the line between bad and worse things is thin.

He’d claimed that he was probably just tired. There’d been an influx of ‘guests’ to his department recently, a super yacht had sunk in a (possibly) freak storm. After that a private jet had crashed, the pilot survived but the multi mega millionaire using the jet to pop back home for a party (a round trip of 70k ) had not. Before that some submarine had imploded. Weird times.

He keeps meaning to go check with the weather team. Apparently they have two new member of staff, in the natural disasters department. One of them appears to be called Chimney but Eddie’s not at all sure that can be right.

[boldlyindecisive]

Kas!Eddie brings out the monster fucker in me.