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The Satanic Panic VII +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

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Chapter Summary: With a new murder victim, the town is on edge but somehow Eddie’s popularity rises. Noticing that you’re on edge about the attacks, Eddie decides to put a hold on the hunt and gives you a night of fun.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Warnings: mentions of death, religious themes, blasphemy, pining, sexual content, nipple play, pillow humping, little dry humping, biting, clit stimulation, bit of cum eating, heavy petting, breath play, fluff towards the end

VII. Wrath

You scrubbed away at the blood, watching it go down the shower drain. What the hell was that dream? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. And yet there’s a bloody handprint on your body identical to the one in your dream. Blood doesn’t just randomly appear.

You brush off the incident for now. There were important matters ahead. They’ve claimed a second victim. Picking up the book of names, you head over to Eddie’s place to discuss the craziness of it all.

When you arrived, Wayne Munson was sitting outside on the picnic beach, taking a smoke break while reading today’s newspaper.

“Hello, Mr. Munson.” You greeted.

“Morning, Ashley. How ya holdin’ up?”

“Honestly, a little on edge.”

“Who could blame you? Someone’s going around killing people at random and somehow they’re still trying to point the fingers at Eddie while the killer remains on the loose.” You could tell he was frustrated. Wayne knew that his nephew would never harm anyone.

“People will believe whatever fits their narratives. I know the truth of that night. I’ll always be there to defend him.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t feel the need to worry much. You’ve really been a huge support in his life. Eddie always tells me how grateful he is to have met you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That boy’s got it bad for ya.”

Your face begins burn as you grew bashful. “I’m sure it’s all friendly. Eddie and I just have a great respect for each other.”

Wayne shrugs. “If you say so.”

You smile awkwardly at him before entering the trailer. You turned the knob to Eddie’s door and you’re greeted by a shirtless Eddie who must’ve came from the shower moments ago. His hair and chest is slightly wet. You found yourself hypnotized by the water droplets trailing down his abs down to the v line of his abdomen, jeans hanging on his hips. He looked absolutely sinfully appetizing.

You snapped yourself out of your trance, worried that you might drool. “Shit! Sorry!” You hurriedly tried to close the door only for him to stop it midway.

“Would you relax? It’s not like my dick’s out or anything.”

“Uh. Um. Well, I…” You were blubbering like an idiot, unable to form a coherent sentence and he just stood there smirking at you.

“Why don’t you get in here? Take a seat. You probably need the break after hearing the news.” He knew that you were obviously dumbstruck by the compromising situation you found yourselves in but he was willing to give you an out since serious matters needed to be discussed.

You nod, quickly walking passed him and sitting at the edge of his bed. He shuts the door behind him, locking it. For some reason, that makes you audibly gulp.

He stares at you. “Something wrong?”

“I had a dream last night!” You blurted out, wanting to deflect from this tense situation only to end up bringing yourself into another one. You couldn’t possibly tell him you had a sex dream involving him and Steve. “Actually, it was more of a nightmare.”

Eddie leans against his dresser, arms crossed. “What was it about?”

“I got attacked by a guy I met at a bar.”

“Oookay?” Eddie responds, not sure where this was going.

“Well, he didn’t actually attack me. I’m honestly not sure what he did to me but I was bleeding and his hands were covered in my blood. Then, he touched me. When I woke up, there was a bloody handprint from where he touched me.”

“Are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned.

“Not really. When you told me they found a body this morning, I knew my dream had some relation to the situation.”

“Who was the guy? When I find him, I’ll—”

“No. You can’t reveal yourself to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s the Archangel. He touched me in my dreams and suddenly a handprint manifests itself into reality. Witches can jump through dreams but can never leave a physical mark. And I’ve recently read in the book of names that—”

“Only divine beings can leave behind physical messages from the spiritual realm,” His eyes squeeze shut at the frustration. “They’re fucking onto us. Did he say anything significant to you? Maybe we can piece together some things.”

“Well, the night at the bar, he told me what the tattoo on his wrist meant. It was 001. Then, he asked me if I needed to be saved. In the dream, though, he asked me to join him.”

“Shit. He’s imprinted on you. This means that we have to be extra cautious about how we move forward. We might have to lay low for the meantime.”

“Lay low?! Another innocent person has just lost their life because we didn’t act fast enough. How many more will die before we do something? What happens when they get to their last victim?”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you but still set in his orders. “Was there anything else he said? Anything is something.”

“He said “she” saved me. I’m not sure who ‘she’ is but she must be the ringleader of all this.”

“She? You mean to tell me there’s angel bot ranked even higher than this guy. We’ve gotta find this her or we’re screwed. The book probably has it written down somewhere.

“I highly doubt it we’d find the info there. We need to go to the site of the attack. I can do the precognition spell—”

“It’s dangerous on your own.”

“I know but what choice do we have? I don’t want anymore people dying when all of this could have been prevented if I were a better witch.”

“You can’t keep placing blame on yourself.”

“It’s easier said than done, Eds. We know more about this stuff than anyone. The more blood is shed, the more it’ll be on our hands.”

“What if we get Nancy and Robin to help you?”

“I wouldn’t want to risk their safety.“

Eddie sighs. “Fair enough.”

He looks down at your fidgety frame. You really are on edge. This was a lot of pressure added on you. “Where’d he touched you?”

You lift your skirt just enough to reveal your upper thigh. “Here. Now, there’s just bruises. Hadn’t noticed he gripped me that hard since I was so paralyzed by fear.” You chuckled nervously but your breath hitches when Eddie lowers to his knee in front of you.

His hands travel between your inner thigh and you involuntarily clasp your thighs together, trapping his hand there. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Spread your legs.”

You couldn’t. You were sure he could smell your arousal. It didn’t help that he was still shirtless. How was it so easy for him to turn you on? You knew you had to obey, though, because you could see his patience running thin. So, slowly you pry your thighs apart.

He moves one leg wide enough and looks at your inner thigh while you tried controlling your breathing.

“Shit. You’re marked.”

“Marked?”

“You’ve been marked with the mark of the beast,” He points at the numbers between your legs and you looked down. “It signifies loyalty and devotion. He’s tagged your dreams so he can enter your mind whenever he wants.”

“Couldn’t you do that, too? Maybe if you override his influence, I’ll be free.”

“I chose not to mark you with the mark of the beast for a reason. People who get marked by it become soulless subjects. I wanted everyone on my side to have their own free will. Including you. I couldn’t possibly put you through that.”

“Will I become soulless?”

“No, you’ve already devoted to me. All he can do is haunt your dreams. You probably won’t be able to conduct the precognition spell anytime soon. He’ll only pick your mind.”

“But we have to. It’s the only way we’ll get more information. There has to be a way I remove it.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“B-but he’s so powerful.”

“So am I.”

“What about laying low until you recall everything?”

“I think I know enough.”

“Maybe. But we’ll let Steve be the judge of that.”

“Oh, so now he calls the shots?” Eddie feels his anger spilling over. Why’d you bring him up all of a sudden. Steve wasn’t your god. He was.

“I’m only suggesting that you could use the second opinion. Wouldn’t you like to be fully ready? I don’t want you getting hurt or anything.”

He rubs at the bruises at your thigh. “Just let me be the one to worry about you now. I’ll be fine.”

You can admit that it did feel good having him caress you this way. You were so used to the rougher touches that when he would touch you softly, you’d greedily relish in it. You place a hand over his while he continued to rub at the marks, eyes staring into each other’s. The metal of his rings did little to cool down your heated skin but they still felt incredibly nice digging into your thigh.

Now both hands rubbed up and down your thighs, he digs his nails into them and you gasped. He climbs over you, his erection pressed against your clothed cunt. His mouth sucks and licks at your neck, your eyes rolling back. Eddie grinds himself into your core and it just felt so good to have his body over yours. You scratch down his back causing him to bite your neck.

“Ah.” You cried out.

Then he pulls away from your throat and you get to see his face again. His eyes are pitched black. It should of frightened you but you were lost in them, paralyzed even. His bottom lip lightly grazing over your own. There’s a knock on his bedroom door, halting the activity.

Coming back to your senses, you blink up and around the room. Eddie groans in frustration, peeling himself off you and heading for the door. You sat up in a daze.

Eddie answers the door and it happened to be the guy you were dreading to see at the moment. The guy you drunkenly kissed. Steve.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greets before making his way in. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a group of girls asking to join and— Hey…Ash.” He shoots you a small smile.

“Hi.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Steve looks between you two. Eddie’s shirtless, your skirt risen for any boy to indulge. “Should I have come a little later?”

“Nah, um, you’re good, ” Eddie says then awkwardly clears his throat. “Ash, would you show him the mark?”

You sit back on your hands, parting your legs slightly. Steve is confused at first with the energy of the room before his eyes bugged out of his head. “The mark of the beast?! Who did this to you?”

“The man at the bar. The archangel.” You answered

“Fuck,” Steve shakes his head. “I should’ve been there for you. I dropped the ball.”

“It’s not you. I left myself vulnerable in his presence. He knew to target me and now I’m paying the price.!We have to hunt him down.”

“No. Killing him should be the last option. This mark could be so soul binding that if he dies, you might die, too. There is an option we can try though: The Severance of Souls spell. We can cut ties between him and you for good.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s not going to be easy though.” Steve states.

“Oooof course, it’s not,” You say in frustration. “Why won’t it be easy.”

“During the spell, you’ll enter a state of mind that resembles our world but slightly off. If you figure out the difference, you’ll be led to your soul and given the opportunity to free it. If you don’t…you’ll be trapped in your version of hell possibly forever.”

“Goddamn.” It was all you could say. Either you hunt the archangel and die or free your soul and die.

“What makes the spell a better choice?” Eddie questions.

“I’ve read an old book about witchcraft that states that there’s a 75% chance of survival for the Severance spell compared to a 50% chance of survival killing the archangel.” Steve explains.

“That settles it, then. We’re doing the Severance spell.” You’ve made up your mind. If you didn’t break free from the mark, you were sure he’d come after your family. The look in Henry’s eyes in that dream showed you that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

“I’d think this through, Ash.” Eddie reasons.

“We don’t have time to think through things through. We’ve just got to do it,” You put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ll be okay.”

You turned your focus back to Steve. “So when can I do this spell?”

“We can do it tomorrow afternoon before the Hexennacht celebration. I’ll teach you the spell, too.”

“I hope I don’t die before I get to celebrate my first witch holiday. I’m really looking forward to party.” You joked.

“You’ll do fine. You’ve got it.” Steve encourages.

“We should probably read through the book and see the new victim’s name, though. The police haven’t released it to the public but it’ll for sure be in the here.” Eddie informs.

“Right on. But dude, not that I mind much, but will you please wear a shirt?” Steve laughs, throwing a shirt off the dresser at him.

Eddie huffs, pulling on the t-shirt. You picked up the book and the boys gathered around you, flipping through the pages before landing on a page. The archangel’s list only a page away.

You looked on each side of your shoulders, the boys encouraging you to go further. You flipped the page like ripping off a band-aid.

#2 Billy Hargrove….

“I know him! That’s Lucas’s girlfriend’s dickhead of a stepbrother.” You stare up at them. “Wait. Am I allowed to call a dead person a dickhead?”

“You die a dickhead, you’ll forever be one in my book.” Eddie shrugs.

“I gave him a little visit one time. A barb-wired baseball bat in hand because he tried putting his hands on my brother,” Eddie chuckles at your story. The thought of you swinging a bat around directed at a man twice your size was a sight he’d pay to see. You continued, “If I had to guess the deadly sin he was taken for, it’d definitely be pride. The fucking ego on that guy.”

“Oh, it’s definitely wrath. I went to high school with that guy back in L.A. Serious anger issues.” Steve counters.

“Wrath and gluttony,” Eddie began. “He’s claimed 2 lives within our age group. Two people that have some significance to us. So…”

“Looks like we can narrow down the list of victims to people around our age and/or people we know.” Steve finishes.

You feel anxiety creep in. This confirmed your worries. There was eminent danger your family will hasn’t experienced yet. It did not help that you were attached to the Leader of these beings set to destroy humanity itself.

—————

You ended up having to leave the boys because of a call you received from your dad at the police station. You knew it had something to do with his suspicions on the murders and that he wanted to gather some information. You couldn’t get him involved in all this of this.

When you arrived, immediately, Sheriff Jim Hopper greets you. “Hey, kid, you’re lookin’ a bit shaken. Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just my job’s wearing me out.” You shrug it off, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Alright,” He sounds unconvinced. “Well, your father’s waiting for you in his office. Try not to be so hard on him. He’s had a rough day.” He pats your shoulder the walks away.

You rest your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and swinging it open. “Dad? You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Ashley, come on in. Shut the door. Have a seat.” He says, briskly.

You do as he says, trying to remain as cool as possible by sitting up straight and making direct eye contact.

“So, Ashley, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve discovered a new body.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“The victim died in a similar way to Chrissie Cunningham. It’s almost strange that not long after your friend was released from prison, a new victim is found.”

“It’s not Eddie. It was an angel bot. I thought you believed me.”

“I know and I’m really still learning this spiritual and supernatural side of you, your mother, and your siblings but I also reason with logic.”

“This is above logic, dad. Thinking in terms of what’s possible in the human realm is pointless. Their powers transcend beyond comprehension.”

“Then, just tell me…who do you believe is the next victim? What’s the targeted preference? I need to know to save your life.”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’m in the minds of the angel bots or something.” Although, they were definitely in yours.

“I’m not sure I believe that.” He says through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth.”

“The truth is, I have no idea who the next victim is.” You really didn’t. You were withholding the targeted demographic but you couldn’t tell him that for his safety and yours.

“You realize people have been speculating, making rumors about our family especially you. People talk in this town, Ash. You know this more than me. They’re saying you and Eddie have been ‘hanging out’ a lot.”

“You mean, the thing that most friends do?” You inquire, sarcastically.

“It doesn’t look so friendly based off eyewitness accounts.”

“Well, maybe eyewitnesses need to mind their business because they don’t understand anything.” You were getting defensive. This wasn’t good. You needed to keep your cool from any further speculations.

“Have you ever heard the term Hybristophilia?” Your father asks.

You scoffed. “Are you saying I’m some obsessive fan for Eddie?”

“I wasn’t trying to call you that. I’ve just been noticing that Eddie has gotten lots of attention in the media and from girls in town. Most of them being fans of him for their attraction to those who commit crime. After the tv interview, the hysteria has gotten so bad that the police station are constantly receiving phone calls from townsfolk begging to speak with Eddie or set him free, And it’s not just women but men come to his defense, as well.”

“Maybe some people are supporting him for the wrong reasons but I don’t think it’s so bad defending someone who’s clearly innocent.

“Okay, so allow me to spin this scenario. I’ll accept that the angel bot took Chrissie’s life. However, what if I were to say that Eddie might have gotten so high of the attention that he would be willing to do anything for it. Including going to sought out his first victim so he can continue getting support. After all, Infamy is fame regardless of the reception.”

“I’d say you have a creative imagination, dad,” You stood up from your seat. “I need to pick up Lucas from basketball practice.”

Your father sighs then nods. “Alright, you’re free to go.”

You give him a purse-lipped smile before walking out the station. The moment you got to the car, you were racking your brain. Why did everything your dad say suddenly make sense? Eddie has been acting a little strange lately. Meaner, sometimes. You were beginning to question if it were really him or the actual devil took over.

No! There’s no way he’d kill for attention. Eddie was never the type to care for popularity. Sure, he’s powerful now but he wouldn’t force his superiority in such a way.

You parked near the basketball court. Lucas notices you, waving goodbye to his team then running over to enter your car.

“Hey.” He begins.

“Hi.” You say.

“Can I stay over at your place tonight? Mom is constantly listening in on my conversations with Max. She keeps saying it reminds her of her relationship with dad and it freaks me out.”

“Don’t be so freaked out. You’d be glad to have a relationship that loving.”

He groans. “Please don’t say ‘loving’.”

“Oh come on, you never told Max you loveee her.” You say, a teasing infliction in your words.

“N-no.”

“Jeez, and I thought high school was puppy love city. Guess times have changed.”

“Yep, It’s not like your olden days where people would court each other and get a pop of soda at the diner.”

“You little shit.” You stretch out one hand off the wheel to attack him while your eyes remained on the road. He wriggled around to avoid your hand, the two of you laughing.

“Fine,” You say, focusing back on driving. “You can stay at my place tonight. Erica’s gonna feel so left out, though.”

“She stays over at your place all the time. She’ll be fine.”

—————

You were busy reading through the book of life for more information. You could at least read the parts that weren’t in Ulkic. People really did die in the strangest of ways all around the world. Honestly the book, sort of scared you. Again, why did Joyce own this book?!

Multiple knocks on your door cause you to jump up, no longer sucked into the laws of the dead.

“I’ll get it!” Lucas says, quickly sprinting to the door. The door swings open and a whole group floods in. There was Will, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan.

“Hey, Ash.” The groups says as they pour into the living room.

“Whoa, Lucas, you could’ve warned me. I’m practically naked.” You were dressed in pajama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Running to your bedroom, you threw on a sweater and figured it was decent enough.

When you got back, everyone was gathered around the coffee table setting up some games and snacks. You walked up to Eddie, “What are you guys doing here? And why hadn’t you told me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise.” He smiles, before grabbing your shoulders. “I’m just trying to lighten you up. You’ve been so tense lately. Figured you could use some moments of levity. Especially since, tomorrow you’ll do the Severance spell.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could use the break.”

He hums in agreement before, pulling you a little over to the side. “How was the talk with your dad?”

“Not good. He thinks your some kind of a serial killer and that I’m covering you because I’m love with you.”

“He thinks you’re in love with me?”

You nudged his arm. “That’s what you got from that.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I thought he believed us. Cops, am i right?”

“Yeah. Fucking cops,” You shook your head. “He says he’s trying to think ‘logically’. Thinks your doing this all for fame. He should write for horror movies with that crazy imagination.”

“Yeah.” Eddie simply says before joining the group.

Oh no. Why did that make you suddenly suspicious of him? Why was he so dismissive of the conversation? He was the one that pulled you to the side in the first place. No. You had to stop this overthinking.

You sat with the group. “What are we playing?”

“D’n’D.” Will says, excitedly.

Your eyes quickly dart to Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. “You guys play this game?”

“Nah, we just wanted to come and support you. We know you’re not feeling well and we didn’t want you to go through it alone.” Robin smiles.

“Oh, contraire, we’re…” Dustin gestures to his friends. “…here to play D’n’D with Lucas and Eds.”

“Gee, thanks for the support, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes. “But why here?”

“Because Eddie insisted we do. Because he loves you.” Dustin says, making kissy faces.

You noticed a blush creep onto Eddie’s face. He narrows his eyes at the teenager. “You little shit.”

“Come on, let’s get this nerdy game started already.”Steve speaks up, grabbing a player card. “What’s this?”

“That’s where you write out all the things you’d want for your character.” Jonathan speaks up.

The group stares at him.

“Oh come on, I don’t play this shit. I literally have a brother who’s freakin’ obsessed.”

“You totally play it. He’s too shy to admit.” Will teases.

“Nothing wrong with being a nerd. I’m a huge nerd.” You admitted.

“Yeah, alright, swim team captain.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

“I really am. I was valedictorian for crying out loud.”

“Getting good grades doesn’t make you enough of a nerd.” Mike challenges.

“Oh, it is so like you, boys, to gatekeep everything you feel is exclusive to you.” You shook your head. “Newsflash. Girls can be nerds. Now let the games begin. I think I’m ready to make some nerds cry tonight.”

You had no idea the rules for this game and it made the expert players shake their heads and laugh at your cluelessness.

“See? Not a nerd.” Dustin smirks.

—————

The group had been deeply immersed into the game laughing and joking around. Half of you didn’t understand how to play but you enjoyed your time anyway. It was especially nice seeing Eddie be himself. He was silly, fun, and nerdy as ever.

“You've been following this tunnel for about 120 yards. The water on the floor is ankle deep and very cold. Now and then you feel something brush against your foot. The smell of decay is getting stronger. The tunnel is gradually filling with a cold mist.” Eddie paints the scene, his voice mixed in with theatrics as Dungeon Master.

“I don’t know guys. Sounds kinda suspicious. Can we see something up ahead?” Will asks.

“Your torchlight’s within range, the tunnel is more or less straight. You don't see any branches or doorways.”

“Let’s go for it!“ You exclaimed.

“We haven’t asked enough questions.” Dustin says.

“Live a little.” You say, rolling the dice.

By the end of the game, you all were defeated by Vecna. The younger boys looked at you in disappointment for your decision. “At least, we had fun.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Everyone began to pick up after themselves as the night grew late. The group making their way to head out.

Steve gave you a longing hug before he left. You knew full well that he still thought about the night of the kiss. You and him were bound to speak of it once he’d get the privacy to bring it up with you.

Your brother had crashed asleep in your bedroom and you were stuck having to contemplate sharing the bed or staying on the couch.

“Great,” You threw your hands up, walking into the living room. “He took over my entire bed.”

Eddie chuckles.

You were busy, cleaning up the coffee table, slightly bent over, when you felt a hardness against your ass. Then, a pair of hands grip your waist. You quickly shot up, wide-eyed, the back of your head hitting his chest.

“E-eddie? What are you…” He silences you when his hands come up behind you, cupping your breasts. He uses his index finger to circle around your hardened nipples through your shirt, careful not to touch them directly. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“I just wanna make you feel good.” He whispers near your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“But Luc—”

“He’s asleep. Long as you stay quiet, he’ll remain that way.” He growls, lifting your shirt to expose your stomach, he brings his fingers around the sides, digging his nails into the soft flesh and scratching. The sting actually felt so good that you moaned. Your hand flew to your mouth and you feel him smirk against your shoulder.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises you. You took the initiative to keep the loud noises from tumbling out your lips. You deserved a reward.

His fingertips brush up and down the length of your stomach, although ticklish, it also felt so damn nice. Then, he blows into your ear and your knees buckle, ungracefully falling to them with Eddie following behind you. His hands are still on you, cupping your breasts and kneading them while placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Feels so good.” You mewled.

“I’m glad it does, little one.” He just couldn’t stop smiling at the state you were in. You were usually the reserved, dry humor kind of girl and with one touch from him, you were now a whimpering submissive.

He unclasps your bra, your boobs freely bouncing from the gravity. His mouth water at the sight of your hardened nipples and perky tits.

“They look so perfect.” Eddie groans, moving your arm back and around his neck so that they were out of his way.

He notices your hips thrusting and searching for some form of friction. Taking a large pillow from your couch, he places it on the floor between your legs, resuming his ministrations on your hardened peaks. He’s pinching and flicking them expertly with his fingers while you rocked against the plush material under you.

If these shorts hadn’t been in the way, you’d really gush. As if he heard your thoughts, he tugs at your pajama shorts from behind, moving them to the side just enough for your clit to be in contact with the thick seam of the pillow.

“Unhh, fuck.” You bite the skin between your index finger and thumb.

Eddie notes this. You really loved pain.

He gathers your hair in a tight ponytail, yanking your head back against his chest. A gasp melds into a moan once you feel his beautifully full lips attacking your neck again. He begins thrusting himself against your round and ample ass, no longer able to restrain himself. You can feel how hard and huge he is even with the barriers of clothing between you two. Goosebumps lighting across your skin when you hear him moan your name for the first time.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Eddie says, breathlessly, continuing to play the instrument that is your body.

“I want you to…need you to…” You whined out, not having the strength to finish your sentence.

Eddie could feel himself getting frustrated. Why were you still stalling this tension between you two? You were riding hard against the pillow beneath you and, yes, he found this extremely sexy, but you weren’t answering him the way he wanted.

While one hand continued to tease a nipple, the other was now sliding down inside your pajama shorts. You were extremely wet that it shocked him. He hardly did a thing. You wanted it bad yet you resist. Why?

He rubs you through your panties, hearing you whimper desperately for him. “Eddie….please, it’s too much.” You panted but he wouldn’t let up. Not until you finally begged him to fuck you.

He rubs at your clit just right enough to have a new flood of your wetness soak through your underwear and coat his fingers.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered while resting a hand over the one circling your clit.

If he was truly evil, he’d pull away as a petty form of punishment for you not giving your body to him. However, he was so enamored seeing you in this much pleasure that all he could do was give in to you.

“Cum, baby. Soak my fingers in your cum.”

His words sent you over the edge, you topple forward shaking and quivering in your earth-shattering orgasm. He kisses your neck still hovering over your body and toying with you until you physically had to yank his hand out of your shorts. When you came to, you looked down noticing that your arousal had wet the pillow beneath you.

Eddie’s hand had been wet with your arousal as well. You hear sucking behind you, realizing that he was tasting his fingers. If you’d broken your self control, you would jump his bones this very moment.

You look over your shoulder and he gives your ass a light smack, smiling down at you.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He says.

You felt pride in your chest at his words. Did that mean that you tasted better than all the other girls he’s had? Including…Chrissie.

He picks you up, carrying you onto the sofa before attempting to walk away.

You grab his forearm. “Please, don’t leave me.” You sounded needy but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted his skin on yours.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting a blanket. They’re still in the hallway closet, right?” He thought back to the first night he slept at you place.

“Yeah.” You were getting super sleepy but you couldn’t close your eyes until he was laying right next to you.

He comes back with a blanket, putting it over your bodies as he squeezes into his position behind you.There was barely space for two but you both made it work. Him acting as the big spoon in the cuddle position.

His arms are tight around your waist. He whispers, “You better come back from that Severance spell or I swear I’ll come and find you myself regardless of the rules or whether the archangel’s watching.”

You turn your head back, kissing his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be back. I promise.”

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•• He ate my heart , He ate my heart ..••

••That boys a monster.. ••

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Coming soon ..🩸

This story will be 18+ ..

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-Chp1- that boys a Monster ..

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Alkaline by Sleep Token is so Eddie singing about Reader 😩😩 Yeah I think I'm gonna write about that

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Eddie, posting to TikTok: I dunno how relatable this is, but is anybody else’s husband mad at them for not playing the Super Bowl or is that just me?

Steve: I’m not mad at you

Steve: I mean, you could have auditioned

Eddie: *makes a ‘this is what I’m talking about’ face at the screen*

#Eddie: Do you really think anybody was going to let the devil worshipping band play during America’s favorite passtime?#in this political climate??#Steve: …America’s favorite pastime is baseball #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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melonalemonade · 6 months

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Here’s my first @steddiebang piece for “Paint the Devil on the Wall“ 🥳

An 80s New York Art Scene AU by @museumgiftshoperaser with art by @dreaminginpencil and ✨ MEEE ✨😙

Prologue & First chapter “Takes One to Know One“ is out NOW

#you can’t believe how hard it was for me to wait 2 months to finally post this #love this piece so much #so happy with the whole project #jess art is absolutely amazing too #and the fic!!!!#go give it a read! you’ll enjoy it so much!#steddiebang23 #steddie #steddie big bang #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie au #steddie fanart #stranger things fanart #stranger things #procreate art #fic art #paint the devil on the wall

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drunk walk home: halloween edition

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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stuffed

kinktober, day three

a/n: i've had this image stuck in my brain since like april or something, fucking finally wrote it down

warnings: devil!eddie munson x reader x angel!steve harrington, smut, threesome, tentacle sex, kissing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, the boys bickering as usual

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“Fuck,” Steve nipped at your lips, a tangle of his, and the other entity’s behind you, ethereal tentacles holding you aloft between them, “your pussy feels so good when you’re all stuffed like this…”

Hearing an all too familiar demonic scoff in your ear, “you think her pussy feels good right now? Really? You don’t know what you’re talking about because her ass right now is fucking insane,” Eddie snapped his hips harshly, skin clapping loudly as he buried himself even deeper, “like actual magic.”

“What,” a cruel chuckle rumbled within the angel’s chest, “you wanna pull out and let me feel? Just fill up all of her by myself, because I’d be happy to stuff her full all on my own, thanks.”

“Fucking let you?” Eddie actually laughed, “yeah right,” before he unexpectedly forced one of his inky tendrils into your cunt, right beside where Steve’s rough rhythm was steadily making it weep.

“Oh my god!” your hazy eyes snapped open, having fully blocked out their bickering over your shoulder as it was such a typical thing at this point.

Plunging in just as far as the celestial cock, that already stretched you out, went, “shit,” the demon moaned, “maybe you aren’t as crazy as you sound, Harrington. Her pussy does feel amazing.”

Head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder, you just managed to spot the flame in Steve’s glare before you felt him slam one of his own gleaming tentacles into your ass. You had already been so overwhelmed prior to their petty tiff, unsure how you were able to simultaneously take just their dicks in your holes, just that stretched you out beyond belief, “fuck, g-guys, guys!”

“What is it, baby?” you heard the lewd squelch of their efforts quadruple and echo throughout the room, “can you not take it?” Eddie’s dark whisper resonated directly in your ear, “can you not take letting us feel all of you at the same time?”

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Paint the Devil on the Wall

by @museumgiftshoperaser

(Also features art by the awesome @melonalemonade!)

“Could you at least put on a shirt?” Robin’s voice echoes down the stairwell.

She says that every time he wears his overalls without a top. He does it to annoy her. And to show off his tats, but mostly because she groans every time she sees him.

“And deprive the city of my nipples?” he yells after her, faux offended and loud. “I gotta give the people what they want, Rob.”

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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ask and you shall receive !! part two of tarot-verse !! read part one here !!

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“Robs, do you really think this is going to work?”

“Well normally I would say yes. It's pretty straight-forward and I don’t think you’re leaving a lot of room for misinterpretation. But at the same time, Eddie has been demonstrating some particularly impressive levels of obliviousness when it comes to the way you go all goo-goo eyes at him.”

Steve opens his mouth to dispute her claim, he does not go all goo-goo eyes at him, but gets cut off.

“That and the fact that he’s all in his head over a scenario he literally made up. So I don't know, it might be hopeless.”

Steve just blinks for a second.

“Wow. Thank you, Robin, for that very motivating pep talk.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I am feeling much more confident now, that's really great.”

She huffs on the other end of the line. “Well, I just mean that-”

He holds up a hand even though she can’t see him. “No, no. I got it.” He perks up at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway. “Hey, he’s here Robbie. I gotta go.”

Robin's screech has him pulling the phone away from his ear. “Good luck, dingus!”

“Thanks Robs. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hangs up and wipes his, now clammy, hands on the front of his jeans and psychs himself up.

“Come on Steve. Be cool.”

A musical knock that Steve would know anywhere sounds through the foyer and he has to tamp down the smile threatening to split his face. This is serious.

He swings open the door just as Eddie’s hand is poised to knock again and cuts him off before he can even start to speak.

“Okay. I know I asked you to come over so we could smoke and watch that movie you like but can I show you something first?”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but his smile doesn’t drop.

“Course, Stevie. Why so serious? What did you do, rob a bank?” He asks, shouldering his way past and making his way to the living room and hopping over the back of the couch.

Steve knows the moment Eddie sees them. His shoulders stiffen up and his breath catches. Steve hurries to placate.

“Hey, I know. I’m sorry just-” If he runs his hand through his hair again it's going to go flat but he can't break the habit. “Just let me show you?”

Eddie settles back into the couch and gives Steve a quick nod.

Steve takes a breath and grabs his stack of cards from the coffee table and settles on the other end of the couch.

Okay, Steve. Just like you rehearsed.

Another deep breath.

“Two summers ago Robin told me she wanted to learn how to read tarot. She bought a deck and tried to learn on her own, but she had a hard time memorizing what all of them meant.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “No shit. Shit’s hard.”

Steve laughs too. “Yeah, I know that now. But, she had a hard time with it so I told her I would learn and help her practice. And I did. And she got really good at it and she brought them everywhere and she did readings for people constantly. But then she eventually got bored and stopped.”

Eddie shifts and uncrosses his arms. Finally looks less like he’s ready to bolt.

“What, do you just have like a rolodex of stuff you’ve learned for Robin that she doesn’t care about anymore?”

“I think of it more like an old toybox.” This gets a laugh out of Eddie. “But this one– this one stuck with me. I forgot about it for a while but a while back, a few days pre-vecna oddly enough, I pulled a reading for myself and I wanted to show you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between his own for a beat. He tilts his head a bit.

“I would love to see it, Stevie. But I’m not understanding what was so urgent about this. I thought it was gonna be about the whole,” he waves his hand around while he talks, “you watching me make myself look stupid the other day.”

Steve hates the dejected tone his voice has taken on behind his false bravado.

“It is! I mean, I’ve never thought you looked stupid. But, I mean I kind of goaded you into it, just– just let me talk you through this and I promise it’ll all make sense.”

Eddie sits back again. “Okay sweetheart. Wow me.”

Steve takes a deep breath because this part is a bit like baring his soul to Eddie.

“So when I pulled this reading. I was feeling really confused about what was in store for me. I decided to dust off my cards and see what happened.”

He pulls four cards right off the top of the deck and lays them out face down. Flips the first one.

Judgement.

“I got judgement first. Now, I know you know what it means, but I’m going to tell you my interpretation.”

When Steve looks back up at him, Eddie’s got his chin propped in his hand and the stars back in his eyes.

“Judgement told me to stop looking for things in the same places I’d always looked. That I should look somewhere different. Now granted I didn’t know what that meant yet, but it was just the start.”

Flips the second card.

The Moon.

“You would think that maybe I would’ve taken the hint with this one. It’s the one that tells you, ‘Hey! Stop lying to yourself! Listen to your intuition!’ But still I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean either.”

He skips ahead and flips the last card and Eddie looks confused and goes to flip the third card himself.

“Call me crazy, Stevie, but I think you skipped one.”

Steve bats his hand away.

“Shut up. I know that, but there’s an order to this story.”

Eddie puts his hands up in a gesture of innocence and Steve taps the fourth card.

The Lovers.

“This one made me finally start to piece this one together. Maybe I needed to start looking for a different type of girl, ya know? Clearly I was gonna fall in love and I needed to start looking in new places for whoever it was.”

He brings his eyes up to meet Eddie’s.

“Maybe a farmer’s market.”

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh.

“But this last card had me so confused because it didn’t fit into this lineup at all. In my experience, when a card doesn’t really fit, it might need to be read more literally. And I found out later that this one was meant to be taken very literally. Like, very.”

He flips the final card.

The Devil.

“Because a few days later, I met you.”

Eddie squints at him, but he's smiling.

“That feels like an insult, babe.”

Steve can literally feel his cheeks flush at Eddie’s effortless flirting.

“Okay, well I can only think of one person who was accused of devil-worship in this town, so.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie nods.

“And I had this stupid big crush on you before I even remembered the reading. When I did it got so much worse. And then, last weekend, I saw your cards and I thought it would be fun to see what kind of reading you would pull for me. Thought maybe that would be my chance to tell you how I felt. I was going to wait for you to tell me about whatever you pulled and then tell you I knew that already.”

Eddie shifts to sling an arm around Steve’s shoulder and lets him finish.

“But then I saw those cards and I knew you were making stuff up and I thought it was because you didn't want it to be you.”

Eddie’s face falls for a second before Steve bumps their noses together.

“But then you were being so weird at the farmer’s market so I talked to Robs about it and she told me we're both stupid.”

Steve feels more than he hears Eddie’s laugh.

“I would have to agree with Birdie on that one. Steve, has anybody ever told you you have an insane poker face?”

Steve hides his face and laughs.

“No, that's a new one.”

Eddie puts on his most dramatic voice again.

“Well allow me to be the first. Because that was a phenomenal performance. I had no idea that you knew I was talking out of my ass.”

“Well you do that a lot anyway, so.”

Eddie squawks and shoves Steve to fall backwards until he’s in his space, looking down with a blinding smile.

“So, cards tell you anything about a first date?”

Steve’s hands settle around Eddie’s waist and his eyes dart around his face.

“We could ask. But I can think of a better way to spend our time.”

Eddie bends down and nips at the side of Steve’s jaw, hums.

“Yeah? Hm. I think it might be worth an ask.”

Steve huffs and brings his his hands to either side of his face to tug him down.

“Shut up.”

Eddie’s laughing the first time their lips meet.

He bites and tugs at Steve’s bottom lip to get his attention.

“I can’t believe you called me the devil.”

Steve’s eyes are hazy and his smile lazy.

“Yeah but you’re my devil.”

Eddie laughs and leans down to peck at the corner of his mouth.

“And you’re my magician.”

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The Satanic Panic VIII +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

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Chapter Summary: You and Eddie finally confess your feelings for one another and it leads to some sexual awakenings.

Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: This is a real spicy and fun one 🥵 folks! Porn with hardly any plot development in this one. This will have some monster/human interspecies sex because Eddie is a demon lord so he’s got some enhancements but it’ll be more tame (at least I think it’s tame) on the monster anatomy so I don’t scare anyone off but this will be some filthy shit. Next chapter’s going to be even crazier. There will be partying, a huge battle, and some eddie x reader x steve steamy content so be prepared.

Warnings: graphic language, blood, violence, witchcraft, religious elements, blasphemy, talks of death and existentialism, sorta monsterfucking, french kissing, eddie’s got a freaky cock meant to give you extreme pleasure, some demon/human hybrid anatomy, face fucking, face riding, p in v sex, slapping, some biting, rough sex, graphic descriptions of sex with a ‘monster’, creampie

VIII. The Truth

After last night’s tryst with Eddie, the two of you acted as if nothing happened. You assumed he’d talk about it the moment you woke up from the couch but instead offered to take Lucas to school for you, knowing that you’d woken up late for work. You agreed and that was the end of the conversation. This man was hot or cold with you, hardly any in between.

You deduced the idea that he’s being cold with you because of your decision to go with the Severance of Souls spell despite his disapproval. He’ll eventually understand once it’s all over.

Your nerves had finally gotten the best of you, though. You tried to brush it off, keeping your mind off it with work but there’s no denying: You’re scared shitless. Today you’ll be saving your own soul. Was it possible for life to flash before your eyes even when you’re not dying and just simply answering calls at work? Because right now all you could think about is how your life led up to this point.

After work, you anxiously prepped yourself to go through the experience except Steve suggested that it was best to do the spell after the festival instead to get as much energy from the full moon. Now you’re forced to wallow in your thoughts about dying for another 8 hours.

You’d made phone calls to your family, managing to only reach Erica, whom you told that you loved and that you request her to send this message to your remaining family members. She found your behavior strange but, nonetheless, she agreed.

You hear a light knock at the door. You answer it, the door swings open. It’s Steve. A small smile on his face. You smile back, moving aside to let him in.

“So, you ready to practice the pronunciation of the Severance of Souls spell? It’s a long but so we’ll go over it slowly.” He sits in the recliner.

You nod, sitting on the couch seat closest to his chair. “I’m ready. But I do have a favor to ask you.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“I need you to teach me the precognition spell, too.”

“Why?” His eyes widened as if he’s read your mind. “You’re not going to attempt casting both spells tonight, are you?”

“Of course not,” You say, playing with your thumbs. “I just need to know. In case I survive this, I could use the spell at the crime scene and figure out their next move.”

“Then, I’d recommend the Divination spell. That will help you see the future. The Precognition only lets you see a glimpse based of the items you collect.”

“I’m not sure if I’m…strong enough for that kind of power just yet.”

“You’re a lot stronger than you think, Ash.”

“If you asked me a year ago to try casting any of these spells, I’d do it in a heartbeat regardless of if I failed. But I’ve lost courage and hope. I don’t want us to lose against that Archangel. He’ll destroy everything.”

“We’ll win. Then, you wonder why you were ever afraid in the first place. You’re not dying tonight because Eddie and I won’t let it happen. Okay?“

You nod, exhaling. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I’ve been such a giant ball of anxiety.”

“Don’t apologize. This whole situation’s insane and I’ve seen some pretty fucked up shit. How you feel is valid,” He pats your knee, electricity flowing through you. You press your thighs together but in his perspective it looks as if you were pulling away. Understanding this as discomfort, he pulls his hand away and clears his throat. “Should we, uh, get started?”

“Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay, first spell is the Severance of Souls and it’s as follows: Ut me pono, ad somnum,” You were about to speak when Steve quickly interjected. “By the way, do not think of the spell actively working or else you’ll be transferred through immediately.”

“Uh…okay. Good to know,” You say nervously. Steve waits for you to repeat the words back whenever you’re ready. You inhaled and exhaled. “Ut me poto ad som—”

“No, no. Ut me pono, ad somnum.” He corrects.

“Ut me pono, ad somnum.” You parrot.

“Good. Now…Oro Dominum animam meam ut custodiat.”

You repeated this phrase and the phrases after that, taking a pencil and paper to write down the words phonetically

“You’re a pro at this. Now say it all at once.”

“Ut me pono, ad somnum. Oro Dominum animam meam ut custodiat. Angeli custodiunt me per noctem. Et mane usque ad lucem surgere dimitte animam meam et libera me. Frange me ab anima mea ad custodiendum.”

“Great! You picked that up fast.”

“Yeah, it kinda feels like I’ve known this spell before.”

“Probably have. Didn’t you say you went to some special witch academy?”

“Yeah, I guess I could’ve remembered it from then.”

“Now for the precognition spell. All you gotta do is say ‘Ostende mihi viam inter cognitionem nunc et praesentis’ and then add the name of the person you wish to see through the eyes of. It’s a heavy spell so it’ll be draining to experience alone without the energy of other witches. But you wouldn’t do that alone...Right?”

“Nope. I’ll be good. Quick question, you’re human and you know enough about the occult to be considered a warlock. But what would be your actual…’title’—for lack of a better word—?”

“Pagan. You’ll meet some like me tonight or you’ll just stumble along a regular human who pretentiously spout information claiming to know more about the occult than us, pagans.”

“Sounds like a pain.”

He nods. “It can be but it doesn’t stop the fun of Hexennacht,” He leans in little, his face growing solemn. “There’s a favor I need you to do for me. For Eddie.”

Your heartbeat quickens. “What is it?”

“You have to convince Eddie to remember everything. Everything. The other day he told me that he’s been suppressing memories. He’ll never meet his full potential if he continues to pick and choose what he wants to remember.”

“But it’ll ruin him. We want Eddie prepared not traumatized.”

“He’s the devil now. He can’t fear the darkness. It’s physically impossible for him to be traumatized by them,” He sighs. “I don’t want anything to happen with Eddie, either. We don’t have much time. If they get their hands on him while he’s still weak, it’ll be over. He needs to become the true Dark Lord.”

“So, what’s happen when he reaches the most powerful point? Will he become evil?”

“Sorta but he’s still Eddie. He’ll still have his morals, feelings, emotions and what not. Just…meaner and more powerful.”

“Meaner and powerful don’t sound like a good combo.”

“Well, with a side of fries and a drink maybe, ” He laughs. You glare at him and he puts on his serious tone again. “Just please think about it. He won’t listen to me. Too stubborn for his own good. But he’ll listen to you.”

“Ya think?”

“Hell yeah. Dude’s crazy about you. You’re obviously crazy about him, too. How are you both so blind?”

“It’s not like I don’t recognize there are feelings there. I do. But I’m confused. It’s all muddied. He still loves her but likes me and I like him and also y—” You cut yourself from admitting anything else.

Steve watches you squirm, a small smile creeping on his face. “What was that?”

“Forget it. It’s not important.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“And I think you need to leave.”

He laughs then stands to his feet. “I needed to, anyway. Robin’s freaking out about not having enough drinks for the event.“

“Robin’s not a heavy drinker.”

“But her girlfriend is,” He chuckles. You escort him to your front door. “You’ve got that spell memorized, do you? Gotta pronounce it perfectly for everything to go smoothly.”

You raise your thumb. “I’ve got it down.”

“Your a lot quicker learner than Eds. Don’t tell him I said that though.” He winks.

You motioned that your lips were sealed. He turns to walk out when you suddenly felt compelled to speak up. “Steve, wait.”

He turns to you. “What’s up, Ash?”

“Thank you for everything. I’m glad I met you. Even if you are a little unhinged sometimes.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad your in mine, too.”

Then, he was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again. You were going to tell everyone you could that you cared for them. If you were going to die, you’ll get some things of your chest first.

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Eddie was at your door, flowers in hand. He’d come to pick you up for the party. The flowers an apology for how quickly he’d left you this morning. The moment he’d seen you in your pink dress, he did everything to keep himself from having his way with you. The barbie pink contrasted with the richness in your skin was too delicious of a sight not to drool and desire.

“T-these are for you.” He says, suddenly a nervous hormonal teenager again.

“Thank you. Come in.” You say, taking his hand. If there were things you wished to get off your chest, now would be the time.

“Ash, I want to apologize for leaving you high and dry in the morning. I was a jerk. It my nerves that got the best of me. This just feels so…”

“Confusing?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“It’s okay. I’m still learning things about myself, too,” You enter your bathroom, him following after. You start on your makeup. “I’m actually looking to come to terms about my feelings, too. Wanna figure it out before the end of the festival. Before I go through with the spell. Until then, I wanna look my best if I’m gonna have an open casket.” You joked.

Eddie didn’t find it amusing. “Nothing will happen to you,” He growls. “Not on my watch.”

“Down, boy,” You giggled. “It was only a joke.”

“You shouldn’t joke like that. Y-you don’t know how bad that makes me feel to know that I can’t do anything to help you.”

You freeze, noticing his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are pitched black, dark veins of under his eyes showing through his freckled skin. You spin around, resting a hand on his cheek to comfort him.

“I’m sorry. I was only trying to lighten the mood. I know you’re scared but Steve said I’ll be okay. I believe him. And I know you do, too. But if I don’t make it, I want you to know that I like you. I really really like you. More than a friend.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes. But I also like Steve. I kissed him not too long ago. I was drunk but I knew what I was doing. I understand you still love Chrissy. You and I love those that love us. All I know is that I want you, Eddie. I want you to want me, too, no more holding back. But if you wish to reject those feelings for me because your love for her is still too much, then I’d understand. I’ll still want you, though.”

“I want you, too.” Eddie whispers. “I’ve wanted you awhile now. I don’t care if you like him because I will…” His hands are on your butt, gripping it and flushing you against him. “…show you that I can satisfy you so much more.”

“I feel the same. As horrible and disgustingly selfish as it sounds, I want to make you forget her and keep you for myself.”

“Then kiss me.” He says, pressing himself deeper into you, his hardness poking at your tummy.

You were worried that this was another one of his tricks, but he lips hover over yours. Standing on your tippy toes, you close the gap for your very first kiss shared with him. It’s a closed mouth kiss at first but then he bites down on your bottom lip and you moan. Taking this advantage, he slips his tongue in and the kiss picks up in its intensity. Stumbling back against the wall, his hands are on your neck and yours are yanking at his hair. The passion in the kiss is suffocating, it’s smothering. If you didn’t pull away to compose yourself, you’d descend to madness.

He lets you catch your breath then his lips are back on yours again. Your both moaning into kiss, him trying to guide his way out of the bathroom towards your bedroom. You would question if this were real but nails digging into the skin of your asscheek prove to you that this was very real.

A line of saliva connecting your tongues break off as you pulled away from each other. He’s making work of removing your dress while you kicked off your heels and discarded his shirt. He unclasps your bra, sucking at you neck as he did so. When he pulls away, his eyes gleam over admiring your breasts. His mouth immediately latches onto one. You moan one hand twisting in his hair while the other made work of his studded belt.

His hand comes down to stop your actions. You look up at him, confused. “What’s wrong?”

He peels off your body, suddenly shy. “I’m not like how I used to be. Not entirely human…down there. It looks sorta human but the size and the shape will probably have you run for the hills. It’s also why I haven’t tried anything further.”

“I want to see all of you. I’ll accept it no matter what it looks like.” You curling a strand of his hair around your finger before lowering to your knees.

“You say that now but I warn you.”

“Please, my dark lord. I want it.”

His chest heaves, heavily. “Okay, but let me release myself so that you won’t terrify yourself trying to rush it out.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Fuck, he love hearing the sound of you being so submissive. You really set yourself on being the only girl he’ll ever think of.

Slowly, Eddie unfastens his belt then unbuttons his jeans. You lick your lips in anticipation, hypnotized by the action of his hands going down his boxers. He pulls out the member, letting it settle over the waistband of his boxers.

Your eyes widened, speechless. It was large to say the least. A gut-punching 11 inches. The pink, bulbous head appeared to have suction tip. The base looked as if it were ribbed in segments the way you’d see a dildo would be designed for your pleasure. It was other-worldly, unexplainable, grotesque yet…so very hot. His cock jumps noticing your fascination, practically having a mind of its own.

“C-can I…touch it?” You say, shyly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Go for it.” His voice rasped with need.

You gradually extended your hand forward to the monstrous appendage until your fingertips met the suctioning tip. You gasped, pulling your hand away a little. You weren’t trying to offend him and he understood this, petting you gently on top of your head.

You try again, this time wrapping your hand around the base slowly; feeling the smooth, ridged skin the tighter you squeezed. He lets out a pathetic moan. He should be embarrassed but he’s not. He hasn’t had sex in so very long. Jerking himself felt amateur compared to your hands around him now.

You slowly stroke his length, staring up at him to watch his face contort in pleasure. You bring you mouth into the equation, your tongue flicking over the tip and it latches onto your tongue for a quick second.

“God, I’m sorry if this is weird. We stop from hhhungh…oh fuck, please don’t stop,” His hand cups the back of your head and you smirk against him. You took him as far down your throat as your mouth would allow. The bulb-like head lodged in your throat. You looked up at him panicked for guidance. “I’ve got you, babygirl.”

Taking your hair in his hands, he tugs at it fucking into your throat as he bullies his way down. You’re gagging around him now, eyes crossed at the lack of oxygen. Yet, it’s euphoric and you can’t stop yourself from moaning to save the little oxygen you have.

Drool trails down your chin to your chest as you began to tear up. Every force of his thrusts send the tip hard into your throat then back out again, the suction brushing to latch on to your uvula. Every now and then, you’d gag so hard you worried you’d throw up from the force. But you took the punishing strokes, flexing your throat muscles so he’d take what he wanted from you.

“Such a good fucking whore,” He pats you a couple of times on the cheek where the tip of his cock knocked against from the inside. “We should be heading now but you wanted my cock so bad that, now, I’m forced to give it to you.”

You choked out an agreeing response around him. He spots your hands going into you underwear to play with yourself, a wet darker patch evident for his eyes to catch. Yanking you hard by your hair again, he pulls your mouth off him. The thick saliva hanging between snapping onto your chest.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” He yanks up at your hair, forcing you to rise a little.

“I couldn’t help myself. I need something. I’m aching.”

“Next time you need something and your mouth’s to full to speak, tap my thigh and I’ll release you, okay?”

You nod.

“I need a verbal answer, little one.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good. Now let me help you with that ache you feel,” He lets go of your hair. “Get on your feet.”

You do, standing before him like a desperate sex toy anticipating his every move. He stalks around you contemplating how he wants you.

“I want you on the bed. Ass up, face down.”

“S-shouldn’t I remove my panties?”

“Didnt ask you to. Go.” He orders.

You don’t want to piss him off more than you needed to. You climb up on the bed, pressing your face against the mattress.

You waited anxiously, hearing the sound of belt buckle and pocket chains clanking together as they flood to the ground. He’s fully naked. You wished to see him in his full glory, but he’s standing behind you. The mattress dips under his weight.

His hands are on your ass, the cool rings in his fingers giving little relief against your hot skin. He brings a hand down hard on one ass cheek, watching you squirm and whine beneath him. Hooking a finger into you underwear, he pushes it over to the side. Your sticky fluid causing a squishy noise to sound around the room once he pried the lacy material over on one side.

“Harrington got to kiss you before me but I get to see a sight like this. I mean, damn. You are really fucking wet,” He says this running a finger between your folds, you jolt at the feeling. He sucks the taste off his finger and groans. “Brace yourself, babygirl, it’s gonna get messy.”

Before you could think of what his next action was, he dives his face in, his mouth devouring your pussy.

“Oh shiiiit.” You whined out.

You decided you will, in fact, brace yourself; wrapping your hands around your ankles to grind onto his perfect face. He moans, enjoying the way your taking some control. His mouth moves off your glistening cunt for a moment, sucking off the creamy arousal from your underwear then spitting it onto your pussy.

“Need that dick inside me, daddy. Please,” You pleaded, your hands now fisting the sheets in carnal anguish. “I need my tight little hole punished.”

“You’re gonna make me cum already talking like that. Give me second, babygirl.” Collecting your juices, he coats it over his dick, stroking it and prodding at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut knowing that this will split you apart.

And that it did. You cried out, feeling the first few inches entering you. He stills, you feel him throbbing inside. The suction of your walls swallowing him in competing in the suctioning tip of his penis unwilling to remove himself from inside.

“So tight.” He snaps his hips forward so that he’s nearly half way in. The thickness stretching you beyond what you’ve ever experienced.

“Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.” You chant feeling him begin his leisure strokes in and out of your fleshy cave.

Once he’s felt you’ve adjusted enough, he slams his full length inside and you see stars. He’s not afraid to wreck through you. You feel torn apart and every ribbed part of his cock massaged every part of your walls. Squelching quickly fills the room as your cum is forced out of your hot pussy and splashes around between your bodies.

“Like that baby?” He asks, smacking your ass.

“Gah, uhhh ple—-fffuck.” You were babbling in coherently, drooling on your sheets.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Can’t speak. Too drunk off my cock to say anything. We’ve only just gotten started,” He pulls your arms behind your back, wrapping one hand around them before pulling you up. Your back is flushed against his chest. “Grind on your cock, babygirl. You wanted to have me to yourself. Now you have me. Show me who I belong to.”

You fuck back into him, thrusting your hips back as he held down your arms behind you with one hand while other snaked around your throat. He squeezes lightly.

“That’s it, firefly. Keep taking what’s yours.” His words of encouragement making you feel so special.

You were wailing as if you didn’t have any neighbors. If the Archangel had been watching through you now, he’d quickly accept a bottle of holy water from the sight he was seeing. The thought of that made this all the more blissful.

Eddie pulls out of you. You don’t get to register this because he’s already flipped you over on your back. “Stop screaming so loud. You want the neighbors to join in or something.”

“How am I not supposed to scream when it feels so good?”

He smacks you on your clit and your eyes rolled back. “I didn’t ask for back talk,” Pulling of your underwear, he shoves the lace material into your mouth. “That should keep you silent enough.”

He plunges into you again and you groan. He’s sitting up on his knees allowing himself to watch himself being enveloped by your puffy lips.

It’s slow, long stokes then he picks up the pace. Your breasts bouncing with force of his thrusts excite him. He cups one breast, his rings digging into your skin then he slaps it around.

Meanwhile, your whimpering and fisting the sheets so hard that they wrinkled all over. You also looked down between your sweaty bodies watching his eldritch cock bring you to new heights of pleasure.

“See how pretty? This pussy’s made to take this cock.” He removes the makeshift gag from your mouth, giving you the opportunity to speak.

“I love your monster cock.” You growled, rotating your hips into him.

“You like being ruined by the your dark lord. Creaming all over this freaky dick.”

“Yes, god, yes.”

He grabs your face. “Not God. Me.” He gives you a little slap on the cheek. “Thank me.”

“Thank you, Dark Lord. You’re so merciful. So good to me.”

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please!”

“Touch yourself.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. You rub frantically at your sensitive bud, watching your juices run down in a neverending flood.

“Oh, god, can I cum? Please let me cum.”

“Only because you ask so nicely,” He teases, smirking. His thumb flicks repeatedly at your nipple while his other hand pressed hard over your belly bulge. “Come.”

“Ahhh!” You screamed in a high-pitched tone that would have dogs going mad. Your toes curled, orgasm hitting you like frieght train. You don’t know whether to close your eyes or widen them so they instinctively do both, shutting when the waves crashed into you then widening when the sensation heightened; feeling the suctioning tip hit and latch onto your cervix.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Eddie whines, thrusting into you hard a few more times before stilling. You could feel his cock shoot vicious rounds of warm cum into you womb, filling you up full. He thrusts a few more languid thrusts into you then settles on top of you. Your chests rise and fall against one another. His face in your neck, kissing it and biting before saying, “I fucked up.”

He quickly pulls out of you and lays beside you, his face covered by his hands.

“What do you mean?”

“I came in you. I didn’t mean to do that. Told myself to pull out but you just felt so damn incredible and this thing wouldn’t let me leave.” He gesturing to his still stiff cock, giving it a light tap and it watching it bounce around hitting against his stomach.

“We could get a Plan B on the way to the party.”

“Yeah but it was still very irresponsible of me so I apologize.”

“Apologizing after great sex? That’s a first.” You quipped.

He laughs. “So you thought it was great?”

“More like the best sex in all of the galaxies of this planet.”

“Nice. I feel the same way.”

Your heart fluttered a bit. Could he serious meanly you were better than any girl he’s had? You’d only ever had 2 partners in your sex life and even then you barely had any drive for sex. Yet, with Eddie, you were a horn-dog constantly wanting to jump his bones. It was good to know that even with the little experience you had that you were his best.

“I’ll need to shower…again.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Okay but we can’t have sex again. I want to make it on time for Steve.”

“I thought I fucked you so good. Why do you still remember his name?”

You elbowed him in his side. “Don’t be a dick,” You both laugh from a bit, staring up at the ceiling. “Hey, Eds, I have another confession to make.”

“Y-yeah. What is it?” He says, concerned eyes on you.

“It turns out that the 3rd target…is me. My name’s on written in the Archangel’s Order.”

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edzmunson86 · 7 months

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The devil is always with you. Halloween 4/?

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie #eddie edit #my edits #edit #my edit #eddie munson fanart #devil #Halloween #Halloween edit

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joansblondells · 2 years

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hellcheer + textposts (pt 6/?)

#hellcheer #eddissy #pt 6 the devil made me do it #should probably let pts 1-5 marinate a while but #enjoying myself too much #its become the daily nonsense #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #hc tp #long post #st bloopers gave me depression I need that wet rag of a man back NOW #chrissys bluetooth earbuds makes me cackle #💘#op

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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The devil is female

⚠️Angst - part 2 in discussion

18+ smut-

Switch edgy reader x switch Eddie

Mentions of cheating, language

I have a problem with Eddie having affairs

Master-list

The devil wasn't a stranger to Eddie Munson. He was known to worship the devil. Even created by the devil himself and sent Eddie to handle his work.

Eddie didn't fear the devil. Especially when the devil looked like her.

He didn't care that he found himself dancing with the devil. Even laughing with the devil. He found himself fucking the devil which lead to greater issues at hand.

Falling in love with the devil because the devil is female.

Eddie met her in the most romantic place of them all- a sex shop.

He was looking at all the different types of toys that lingered on the walls. Eyes twitching in excitement and his head was filling with nasty ideas he could do to his girlfriend.

Black thick whips that he could use to turn her ass red, after his own hand of course.

Handcuffs to trap her hands behind her back as he fucked her throat, brutalizing and ruining her.

Thick and long dildos, he could just imagine pounding into her cunt as he shoved the toy in her ass. Mocking her for being so slutty she had to be filled in both holes.

His eyes wandered to the toys she could use on him as well.

Ball gags to keep him quiet as she milked his cock for the fifth time in a way.

A strap with the same dildo he used to fuck her ass, now being slammed into his.

Cock rings and cock cages to keep him in line as she tortured him.

"You seem very intrigued with our collection here."

He jumped as he heard a voice behind him, almost like it was on his shoulder.

He whipped his head to the left and saw a girl. She had beautiful eyes that seemed to be bright in the lighting. A smile that he couldn't tell was genuine or fake as hell. She seemed to have worked there as she had a name tag, and a very short and laced crop top. Showing very little to his imagination of what her chest looks like. She had her belly button pierced. A pair of white jeans rested just below the piercing. Lips coated with a dark red gloss and eyeliner to match. She was breathtaking. Almost like she purposely wants to suck the air out of you.

"I am. Looking to spice things up. Do you have any recommendations?" He watched as her eyes studied him. Subconsciously he stood up a tad bit straighter and puffed out his chest. Her gaze was hot like she had laser beams tracing his skin head to toe.

"you look like a torture me until I cry but let me do the same to you kind of guy. Follow me."

Eddie was caught off guard at her understanding of him. Almost like she could read him.

He followed her around the store for an hour. Listening closely to everything she described. Which toys are best for what.

"I'm going to start with one at a time. I don't want my girlfriend to get too overwhelmed." He silently cursed himself in his head. Why did he say he had a girlfriend?

Wait he does have a girlfriend. Why did he suddenly feel pissed for having to admit that? And why doesn't he feel guilty for that?

"ah I should have known a total babe like you would have a girlfriend already. Well start with the vibrator that clasps to the clit to ease her into things if you don't want to start too heavy on her."

He blushed at her compliment. He nodded at her understanding and bought the vibrator.

He raced home, already half hard, to his girlfriend. Tonight should be fun.

Eddie was back the next day, in the shop, with his shoulders slumped.

"back already?" He could feel his shoulders rising back up. A small smile on his face as he walked to the counter.

There she was again. Somehow even more beautiful than yesterday.

"I'd like to return this." He mumbled as he slid the toy back to her. She eyed him with a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry but we can't take back anything that has been used."

Eddie blushed even harder, "NO! It was not used. I promise." He held his hands up in surrender. Now embarrassed that she thought he was some freak who would return used sex toys.

She stuck out her problem lip in a pity frown, "then why return it? I can promise you this is a game changer."

"she didn't want to use it. She doesn't like to be forced to have orgasms when she doesn't want to." He shurgged. He gets it, not everyone is into the same kind of sex. He's fine with her saying no to things or not wanting to try things. He appreciates that she can speak up when she doesn't want to do things. But the same sex every time was getting too boring.

"her loss. I have like three of these and I never plan to return them." She laughed as she scanned the toys.

Eddie could feel his face get hot. His lose sweatpants doing nothing to hide his growing hardness, as he thinks of her playing with herself. The way she plunges her fingers into herself, the vibrator clasps to her clit, forcing her to scream over and over.

"all set."

He quickly blinked out of his thoughts. Now feeling like a perv for thinking of this girl in her own intimate moments.

"thanks." He coughed out as he went to walk out the door.

"The name is Y/N" she said as she waved her fingers.

"What If we try handcuffs? That's nothing too extreme. You are still in charge of your body's movements just limited." Eddie explained as he sat next to his girlfriend, Roxy.

He was rubbing her knee, puppy eyes staring into her.

"No Eddie. I don't want bruises on my wrists." She sighed out

"they don't have to be tight at all. We can get them loose and comfortable. Or I can wear them. You could handcuff me." He tried to bargain.

"No that's just weird Eddie. Why would I want to tie you up? Plus then you wouldn't be able to touch me and that's no fun. I have a boyfriend to give me an orgasm, I don't want to do it myself" He nodded, accepting that vibrators and handcuffs are a no go.

The list got longer.

"A no to the ball gag?" Y/N questioned as Eddie once again was returning an item.

"wouldn't even let me take it out of the bag." He sighed.

"Oh boy here again. Must have been a no to the dildo?"

"she said her ass wasn't mean for sex and that I'm the man so I should be fucking her with my own dick."

"yikes Eddie another strike out?"

"The cock cage was too horror film-like."

"She pulled out the stops in the whips huh?"

"said pain and pleasure are not meant to go together."

At that point Eddie gave up. Roxy only wanted plain missionary sex and head that was it. He knew it wasn't fair to be upset over things she didn't want to do but he honestly had better orgasms with his hand. At least then he can edge himself, tease his way to an orgasm.

Roxy didn't like handjobs, the feeling of his skin was too weird

She didn't like blowjobs, he pees out of that thing, it was not going in her mouth

She didn't like to ride him, said it's too hard and a lot of work.

Roxy simply liked to lay there as he pounded into her.

She liked foreplay on her. She liked to be fingered and eaten out. But that's all far Eddie could go.

He felt stuck. He felt like an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with her just because she was boring in bed but he was too erotic for this relationship. He needed some one who was at least open to these things.

Eddie went back to the sex store, but this time something for him.

"There he is. Where did you go? I started to miss you a bit." Y/N smirked from the counter.

She never failed to make Eddie blush....or get hard.

He stopped coming about a month ago, figured he could stop wasting his money to turn back around the day and ask for it back.

"Yeah right." He laughed as he walked up to her.

He could smell her sweet perfume. She wore a tight body suit that was high on her hips. Low waisted shorts that showed off her hip bones.

The new revealed skin made Eddie's mouth water.

"what can I help you with?" She asked as she leaned over the counter. Purposely pushing her tits towards his face.

Without thinking, Eddie's eyes followed down to the movements. Buldge growing harder in his basketball shorts. He somehow felt too hot in his tank top.

"I figured maybe I can try one last thing." He offered with a small smile.

" and what's that?" She asked as she drummed her painted nails against the counter, head turned to the side.

And that's how Eddie found himself in the back room of the store. Shorts and boxers down to his ankles with his cock down Y/N's throat.

No thought of Roxy was near, and definitely not near when he came down another girl's throat with a moan.

Months later Eddie was still dancing with the devil. He wouldn't lie if you asked him if he liked it, he fucking loved it.

Sneaking around to get his dick wet in the nastiest ways a human could think of.

Y/N worked at a sex shop and she knew what she was doing.

Eddie has been choked, whipped, pegged, and all of the above.

"Fuck baby just like that." She was moaning above him. Her hands slammed against the wall, hips rocking against Eddie's face. His tongue was in her and his nose was brushing her clit. He's been eating her out for hours it felt like.

"you're going to sit there and ride my face until my jaw is sore." And he wasn't lying. She had an orgasm after orgasm. Her body felt like it was on the edge of passing out. Her muscles are sore from how hard she's been clenching.

"EDDIE FUCK. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" She screamed out as her orgasm washed over her. She has no idea what number she is at but she'd give him as many orgasms as she could.

Finally she felt a tap to her thigh, with a relieved sigh she removed herself. A whine left her throat as his chin was completely soaked in her.

"Jesus. You somehow tasted better every time," he gasped out. Getting the air back in his body that he's been missing for hours.

"My turn?" She giggled as she scooted down to the bottom of her bed, her face met with his raging cock.

"Yes please," he begged as he looked down at her. Her eyes are big and bright staring back at him. He has seen her in this position countless of times but never gets old.

She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking slowly. She kitten licked his precum, "you also taste so good," she hummed as she licked his length.

She took a deep breath and shoved his cock down her throat, placing her hands behind her back. A silent permission for him to take control. He dug in his hands in her hair and thrust straight into her. His eyes rolling in the back of his head when he heard her choke on his length.

The thing he loved about Y/N was she let him do anything. If he wanted to take it slow, remove her off his dick completely before sliding in slowly. Or if he wanted it hard and fast. Bucking his hips at a quick pace, puffing air as he gives her no time to breathe in between.

He slowly sat up, the movement causing him to go even further in her throat.

"Jesus Christ. You have the best mouth I've ever felt." He moaned.

One hand leaned behind him as he moved her off. Throwing her on her back, head hanging off the bed as he kneeled over her. His legs straddled her head, shoving his cock into her throat. She was gagging and tears flowing down her cheeks. Her mouth covers him completely. Not a single part of his cock was shown. Her nose was practically in his dark curls and his balls were swaying into her chin. The part that had him close to coming already was that he could see his cock moving in her throat. His thumb ran over the bulge, fascinated by how wrong this was but how good it was.

He felt a tap on his thigh and he quickly took himself out of her throat. Looking down at her a worried expression, "shit. You okay babe?" She usually never taps out.

She gasped for air as she tried to get her words out. "yeah eds, just wanted to ask if I can touch your balls?"

The smile she gave was the devil itself. Smiling like she asked for something so innocent. Like for a soft kiss on the lips. Not asking to touch his balls while he shoved his cock down her throat, bucking hips to chase an orgasm.

She was going to kill him. He nodded fast as he shoved his cock back into her throat. Thumb stayed permanently on the bulge he was creating in her throat. Her hands cradled his balls in a soft touch. Slighting tugging and massaging. Eddie was a moaning mess. Times like this is why he needed a ball gag.

When he felt her hand move away from his balls he looked behind him. Watching her middle finger, dressed in one of his rings, dip into her cunt. He felt his mouth water when she pulled it out, covered in her cum. Her hand slowly trailed up the back of his thighs, he moaned when both her hands grip his ass. She pushed her middle finger, which was soaked in her cum, into his asshole. Filling him as his hips were slowing down.

"Fuck Y/N, you are something else," he whined as he felt his orgasm creeping in. His stomach clenching tight. His asshole gripped her finger tightly. One hand returned back to his balls. Massaging again as he panted above her. He removed himself fast as he felt his load shooting out. Quickly pumping himself over her chest.

"Fuck...shit that's it," he moaned as he pumped himself quickly dry against her tits.

He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Which left his body just as fast as it entered him when she scooped up his cum off of her chest and licked it off her hand.

"always so delicious."

"EDDIE HURRY UP. WE CANNOT BE LATE!" Eddie rolled his eyes as Roxy screamed from the kitchen.

"I'M COMING!" he yelled back as he finished tying his hair into a bun.

He look at himself in the mirror.

A dark brown suit that actually fits him well. Small silver hoops hanging from his ears. Sleeves rolled up as his bracelets and watch decorated his wrists. He bent to finish tying his black dress shoes. He looked up when he heard clicking heels stopping in front of him. Roxy stood with her arms crossed, an annoyed expression on her face. "Let's go." She demanded as she walked back out. He followed behind her as he grabbed his keys.

"Why do I even need to go? It's a fucking work event with a bunch of rich assholes." He complained.

"Because you are unfortunately my boyfriend so you need to suck it up and put a smile on your face. And do not embarrass me in front of my boss." She snapped. Eddie was very close to locking the door behind her as she walked out.

Eddie was throwing back his third bottle of beer as he watched Roxy prance around the event. She hasn't been by his side since they arrived. Hurriedly running off to talk with coworkers.

Exactly why Eddie didn't want to come. He was ditched and bored out of his mind. Leaning against the bar.

"Okay my boss is making his way over so should smile and be polite." Roxy spat out as he fixed Eddie's tie and collar, coming out of nowhere. He faked a smile, big and full of teeth.

"Roxy thank you for coming. And who is this?" Eddie looked over Roxy's shoulder to see a tall clean man.

"This is my boyfriend Eddie Munson, Eddie this is Brad, my boss." She smiled and held Eddie's free hand. The other one is still holding his beer. He gave a nod to Brad who gave one in return.

"BRAD!" a voice yelled out. Brad quickly turned around and waved them over.

"Looks like someone is going to join us." He smiled.

Eddie looked around the party as he sipped his beer. Not paying attention to the work conversation Brad and Roxy were having.

Then he heard it.

Her heard her.

His head snapped back to the conversation fast and there she stood.

In a tight long red dress, strapless, with a slit all down her right leg.

He watched her hug Brad, jealousy in his veins.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I saw an unfamiliar face and had to come see." She smiled towards Roxy, her hand sticking out to shake hers.

Eddie choked on his beer when he saw the same ring from the other night resting on her finger. He swears he saw Y/N send a smirk over to his area.

"I'm Roxy! And this is my handsome boyfriend Eddie." She introduced him, her hand gripping him tighter but Eddie quickly removed it. Pushing out his own hand to shake Y/N's. She laughed at the gesture and placed her hand in his. Eddie wishes he didn't have to let go. Her softness and warmth.

He felt the cold return to his body when she let go of his hand.

"Wow look at her ring eds! Don't you have one just like it?" Eddie's body went stiff as Roxy brought the ring up.

Y/N didn't even look bothered, another smirk sent to Eddie, "oh wow really? Looks like Eddie and I have similar tastes in things."

The look in her eyes told him it definitely wasn't about the ring.

Roxy and Brad excused themselves to talk, thankfully across the yard

"Quite a beautiful girl you have Eddie." She smiled as she moved next to him.

"Quite a charmer of a boyfriend you have." He snapped. Taking a sip of his beer. Hoping it would somehow cool down his body.

"Be careful Eddie. Sounds like you might be a tad jealous." She giggled as she moved even closer to him. Her fingers softly grazed the hand he had resting in the bar. He didn't bother to move it.

"Yeah right." He scoffed. His own fingers slowly rubbed her fingertips.

"He's not my boyfriend Eddie." She smiled softly. Eddie looked at her confused so she added, "he's my brother." She laughed.

Eddie didn't know why but he felt relieved.

He watched as her eyes quickly looked over to Roxy, her back was turned to the two of them.

Y/N smirked as she now stood directly in front of Eddie. "You look so hot in this brown suit. I practically feel myself dripping." She moaned as she ran her hands up his chest.

"What are you doing." He whispered as he grabbed her hands, removing them from his body.

Eyes quickly looking over to his girlfriend, her back still turned to him.

"no one is looking Eddie." She whispered into his ear as she rested her hand on his belt buckle.

He should have stopped her. They were at a public place, outside next to the bar. His girlfriend was feet away and he was letting Y/N unbuckle his pants. Sneaking her hand into them, trailing her fingertips over his cock that rested hard in his boxers.

"We shouldn't do this. What if someone sees?" He tried to hide the moan that left his throat when her hand made its way under his boxers.

"What if someone sees me jacking you off? Huh? Someone sees me jacking off your cock while your girlfriend is probably flirting with my brother. I think that's pretty hot if you ask me. But I can stop." She smiled as she removed her hand.

Laughing to herself when Eddie whined pathetically grabbing her hand back.

"No don't stop, please " he begged, she smiled and blocked their actions with her body. Practically hugging him and whispering in his ear.

"Look at you. Letting me jack you off in the same place your girlfriend is. Kind of a slut aren't you?" She mocked. Working him faster.

"Make sure to keep quiet this time baby. I don't want people to hear us." She warned as she smeared his precum over his tip.

"wasn't that so fun?" Roxy asked as she removed her heels. Eddie threw his keys in the bowl by his front door.

"Um yeah. It was good." He smiled.

"Y/N seemed nice." Eddie tried to act like the name didn't bother him.

"oh yeah she's great."

"she seemed to have liked you. I don't think she left your side the whole night." Roxy laughed as she walked towards the bathroom.

You have no idea he thought.

His mind circling back to when she pegged him for hours. The way she pulled his hair and bucked her hips into him.

Y/N never saw herself sleeping with a man who had a girlfriend. But when she met Eddie she couldn't resist him.

At first she offered to just have meaningless sex. Let him explore his fantasies with all his kinks and learn which toys he enjoyed.

She was simply helping a guy out.

But now she's stuck. She's falling for a guy who has a girlfriend. A guy who only went to her for sex.

Brad was hosting another work event, this time at a restaurant.

Now that she knew Roxy and Eddie would be tagging along, she put extra effort into how she looked.

An even tighter dress, short and black. Deep v-cut and her best push up bra. Making sure his ring laid on her finger.

When she arrived at the restaurant she smiled as she saw an open seat next to Eddie. How perfect.

"hello again." She greeted Roxy with a smile. She smiled back at her.

Her eyes landed on Eddie. He was wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt, necklace dangling, and dark jeans. His hair was down and natural. She could still see the small silver hoops in his ears.

She gave him a tight smile and sat next to him. Her arm brushing against his.

Throughout the night she teased Eddie. She would lean over him to grab the bread. "accidentally" spilling her drink, "oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Roxy could you grab an extra towel?" She asked innocently. Roxy quickly got up and found a waiter.

Y/N smirked as she placed her towel on Eddie's now wet lap. "Let me clean that." She whispered as she rubbed the towel over his crotch.

Eddie was biting his lip, trying to keep his moans down. He was giving her the deadliest look he could manage.

She yanked her hand away when Roxy returned. Handing Eddie the towel to clean himself off.

Y/N didn't stop there. She constantly talked to Roxy, meaning she had to lean into Eddie to hear her clearly. Her tits touching Eddie's arm. He took deep breaths to keep himself relaxed.

When he got up to use the restroom, Y/N followed.

"cut the shit. You are killing me out there." He whispered in the hall.

"it's just fun Eddie." She smirked. Looking around to see no one, she kissed him. Her arms wrapping around his neck. He gave in within seconds wrapping his arms around her waist. Deepening the kiss with his tongue.

She pulled away with a quick peck to his now red lips, "clean that off. I'll see you out there." She smirked.

His eyes followed her as her hips moved. He leaned against the wall. He had to do something to get himself back in charge.

With a plan in mind, he washed off his lips and walked back to the table.

He wasn't going to give in to her games anymore.

He put all his attention on his girlfriend.

Smirking in Y/N's direction he placed his hand on Roxy's knee. Y/N's eyes flicked down to his action but shrugged it off.

He spent the whole time flirting with his girlfriend more than he has in his life. Sneaking his hand higher on her thighs. Whispering in her ear and pecking her neck. Roxy didn't like PDA so Eddie knew he had to keep it on the low. If he overdid it then she'd freak out. And then he'd look like an idiot in front of Y/N.

"So how long have you been together?" Brad asked as he finished his plate.

"About two years. We are so happy." Roxy smiled as she kissed Eddie.

Y/N tried to ignore the sting. Smiling at the couple.

"Wow that's a long time. When do you plan to propose Eddie?" Brad joked laughing.

The couple laughed with him, Y/N could only muster up a fake smile.

"any day now. Wouldn't want to spend a single day without her. I love her" He answered.

Y/N couldn't ignore that sting.

"isn't that great Y/N? Maybe you can attend the wedding and find yourself someone to settle down with." Brad offered.

"Sure thing." She said with a smile. Downing the rest of her wine. God she wanted to leave.

This dinner went to absolute hell in seconds.

"Wait you're single? But you are breathtaking." Roxy complimented. Y/N smiled brightly towards her. Making sure to now leave distance between her and Eddie.

"oh thanks. But yeah I am. I was actually engaged but it didn't work out." She waved it off.

"oh how come?" Eddie gave Roxy a look.

"Fell out of love with me." Y/N admitted. She honestly hasn't thought back to that relationship since she met Eddie five months ago. Her heart was finally healing and now she was reminded why her heart was broken in the first place.

"oh I'm sorry." Roxy apologized, "well Eddie has tons of single friends, he can totally set you up if you wanted." She offered.

"No we don't have to do that." Eddie quickly answered.

Roxy gave him a weird look, "well if Y/N wants to then she has options. Like Nick is a good choice!"

Eddie felt his body sit up straight. Nick was a grade A asshole with blue eyes and blonde hair. Six pack that never left no matter how many beers he had and looked like he lived on the beach.

"I appreciate it. I'll definitely let you know if I need a date for a future wedding." It even hurt Y/N to say. But at the end of the day she remembered Eddie had someone to have and to hold, and it wasn't her.

Everyone was leaving the restaurant. Roxy and Brad left, an emergency at the office.

Eddie and Y/N silently walked out to their cars.

"I'll see you around Munson." She smiled politely as she tugged her jacket to cover herself. Now feeling like an idiot for dressing up for him. Like they were on a date or something.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He almost felt like he did something wrong.

"Yeah. It's nothing." She smiled as she walked faster to her car. But Eddie grabbed her elbow.

"hey talk to me. Is this about your ex?"

"No Eddie. It's just tonight reminded me you are in love and plan to marry her. And I'm sitting there hearing her wanting to set me up with someone and I'm fucking her boyfriend. I feel like a whore." She blinked the tears back. She knew what she was getting into. She doesn't deserve to cry.

"do you have any type of feelings for me?" She asked quietly.

She hated the silence that followed. She hated that for once Eddie's eyes didn't give away how he was feeling.

"I don't know. We are just having hot wild animal sex. I didn't think feelings were a part of that. I never thought that far into it, into us. I mean can you really fall for someone you just have sex with?"

She nodded, she knew that was where this was going to go.

"Apparently yes because I have spent every day thinking about you. I think about what you might be doing. What you might do for a job. If you are slow dancing in the kitchen with your goddamn girlfriend while I sit here like an idiot. It's stupid I know. I guess a part of me thought after some time you'd crave more than just sex like I did. But I get it now Eddie. I truly was pathetic and just a girl wanting to be more to someone than a quick fuck. But that was never in the card for us, was it? I was thinking of what our first real date could be and you were thinking of a proposal to Roxy. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. But I think you should come clean to Roxy before you propose. She doesn't deserve what we did to her." She took a deep breath. Hoping he didn't hear the cracks in her voice.

"Bye Eddie." She kissed his cheek and got into her car.

Another broken heart. Another man she wasn't enough for.

Fuck...did Eddie just fall in love with the devil?

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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They really thought Mr Paints my own Club T-shirt over there was worshipping Satan. The man was probably in the school musical for crying out loud. He couldn't pass english you think he was reciting Latin to summon the devil? Sure he lived near the woods but I think summon might have noticed of he was dancing naked round a bonfire in it. Sacrifice a lamb? Ma'am have you seen those eyes he's a lamb himself!

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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angel and evil steddie au where, for whatever reason, reader has put them on a sex ban/something of the sort, but one of them end up convincing her about ‘just the tip’. I think this could be both of them, but they slowly inch further and further in, swearing it’s just the top, but then u feel their balls fully pressed to u, and their only excuse is that ‘doesn’t it just feel so good/right though??’

A/N: i kinda went a bit crazy with this one, couldn’t just write a little blurb… the “just the tip” thing is just so nomnomnom yummy and i need it like i need oxygen.

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“Come on Y/n,” with yielding hands, Eddie carefully sat down next to you, “look, I know I fucked up, I am well aware of that,” he emphasized, “but it’s not fair for Steve,” he motioned to the creature sulking in the corner, staring out the cracked bedroom window, “he doesn’t deserve to undergo the same punishment, my punishment, I should take the full of it, not him,” he gesticulated, “fuck, I mean, just look at him. I think if you don’t do something now, relieve him even a little bit, he will just snap and trust me, you don’t wanna see that,” even from here you could see his ivory knuckles as the angel dug his fingernails into his palms hard enough to draw blood, “please, at least just kiss him a little bit.”

“Fine,” you huffed, snapping the angel out of his daze. Pointing a threatening finger towards him as he turned in your direction, “but you’re still not getting any, you got that?” you warned.

His stoic frown instantly melting away, he breathed out a soft smile, “got it,” slowly moving towards you as felt the devil crawl away.

“I will just give you one kiss, alright?” your finger was still raised as he sat down beside you, his presents causing your arm to retract as he moved in closer.

“Yep,” like coming up for air, his hands slid up to each side of your face, “one kiss,” and the next thing you knew, the angel dove in, and desperately pressed his lips against your own.

Like a man starved, Steve didn’t let his touch falter for even a second, not even parting to catch his breath as his fevered kiss quickly grew out of control. His hands soon wandered all over your form, making you dizzy and causing you not to notice fully when he desperately tilted your body down, pressing you into the mattress with his own weight, just barely hovering above you as he attacked you with his ravenous lips.

“O-okay,” you uttered weakly, his touch succeeding as usual in being extremely persuasive, “I think that counts as way more than one kiss,” your breath ragged as you turned your head for your kiss to be out of his reach.

Your legs naturally rested on either side of him, curled up and hugging his hips as he brashly melted further into you, letting you feel the previously only suspected tent in his pants press against your hot panties, your short dress haven ridden up completely. Ignoring your comment completely, he simply moved on to your neck as he began to grind down against you, needily scratching his itch and making your breath grow more wild.

“Just a little bit more, please,” he croaked, smearing his plea all over where your pulse hammered on the side of your neck, “just give me a little bit more, sweetheart,” his fingers digging into your soft thigh for support as he rocked against the growing wet spot on your exposed underwear.

“Steve,” you tried to fight how your eyes fluttered closed, still determined to keep the disappointment alive, that you had taken out on the both of them, though your arms still reluctantly slid up around his neck and fervently grabbed onto his broad shoulders.

Roaming a hand up to squeeze your tit, your nipples standing proud and visible through your thin dress, he purred, “come on, honey,” catching one of the pebbles between his fingers and tugging on it teasingly, causing your thighs to clench around his form, “I know you need this as much as I do.”

“Steve…” the rest of your words fell short as he raised himself up, hovering above you with his forearms strong on either side of your head, letting you stare into his breathtaking eyes.

Looking down at you as if you were turning into his favourite meal, he continued, “and maybe this could be a way to up his punishment…” with a finger on your jaw, he tilted your head over for you to gaze at the devil, silently watching from the corner of the room, “just let him sit there and watch you get off, while he knows he can’t have you. Wouldn’t that make it much worse for him? Don’t you want him to learn his lesson? Don’t you want him to suffer?”

“I-… fuck, fine,” you gave up in a huff, him haven driven your mind so fuzzy that you couldn’t comprehend saying anything else, “but you are not fucking me,” you said firmly, “not with your tentacles, not with your cock, not even with your finger. You stay out of my pussy, okay?”

Victory seeping across his face in the form of a sly grin, he chuckled, “okay,” agreeing hazily as he dipped back down to catch your lips.

Sneaking a hand down between your close bodies, you felt him tug your sodden panties to the side and rapidly after that heard him impatiently freeing his hard cock, a low sigh leaving his lungs as he felt the intimate contact of his throbbing length rest directly against your weeping folds, leaning his torso far enough back for him to get a good view.

“Oh my god, what did I just say?” you groaned as he, with a grip firm at the base, swiped his leaking tip through your petals, pursing your pretty pussy lips apart for him.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he laughed, holding the soaked cotton to the side, hooked in his thumb, as he rubbed his length all over your cunt, relishing in your juices, “I’m not gonna put it in you. I just wanna feel you, please. It’s been so long.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s been like a few days, a week max.”

“I don’t care, that’s still too long,” you sucked in a sharp breath as he suddenly tapped his heavy cock against your buzzing clit, making your whole body jolt in need.

“Yeah, I bet if it was up to you, I would just stay like this,” you joked, “never go to school or work again, just let you two play with me for the rest of my days.”

“Is that a proposition?” he smirked, cocking his eyebrows and pinching your plump folds on either side of his girth, letting him fuck it and glide the bulbous head over your swollen clit.

“Urgh,” you sighed, lifting your hands up and hiding your flushed face from him, “just shut up and cum so I can go back to studying.”

“Oh, yeah, you want me to be quiet all of a sudden?” you peeked down through your fingers and glanced at the sloppy mess he was making of you, “I thought you liked listening to me, listening to what you do to me…” he fucked his fist, angling his thrusts so he slid through your slick folds every time, ending each movement with a persistent nudge at your clit, “don’t lie, I know how much it pushes you over the edge.”

Maybe it was your abundant wetness causing his thrusts to go sloppy or perhaps it was just him being greedy and angling further down, accidentally catching your weeping hole on his way through your folds.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, just the sensation of him rubbing himself over your entrance made your legs quiver, “don’t do that,” you warned as it barely breached one too many times for it to have been accidental.

“Oh, come on,” he flicked against your opening, purposefully getting caught every time, “what if it’s just the tip, huh? Would that be alright? I just wanna feel you squeeze me, even if it’s just the tip.”

Biting down on your lip, his teasing becoming simply too much, you let out a whimper and nodded your head meekly at him.

The thing was, Steve was huge. There wasn’t any other way to put it. He was a powerful creature from beyond this realm and his assents made that painfully obvious. The tip of him didn’t just feel like the tip. The fat head was so big and staggering that it had your whole body just quit on you, the severe stretch being too much for it not to give out. It was always like that. It was so overwhelming that even just a whisper of him felt like he was rearranging your guts. If you didn’t look down, you never truly knew how much of him he had given you till you felt his pelvis rut against your clit and his tip bully your cervix.

Pressing his lips against your own, he muffled your pathetic whimpers as he slowly fucked you with the tip of him, rudely yanking it out just to slap the heavy length against your puffy petals, filling the bedroom with the sloppy music of your need.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as you melted into the mattress, losing yourself completely to the moment, “missed your little holes so much.”

“Don’t push in any more, promise me you won’t,” you panted, wiggling under his weight.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” he hazily shook his head, capturing your lips once more.

“Promise me,” you turned your cheek to demand.

“I promise, I promise,” his empty answer rushed out as he continued to prod your needy little hole.

Keeping his lips pressed against yours, lapping up your whimpering moans, he crushed you with his body in a way that made the rest of the world just fall away from under you, making your whole universe be just him, the agonising feeling of him bullying your opening, and his warm eyes staring back into your own as you melted into a puddle beneath him.

“Fuck,” you suddenly exclaimed as all the air in your lungs was forced out, “you asshole!” the all too familiar overwhelming sensation of him reaching the end of what you had to offer, making you doubt if you were on the verge of cumming or about to punch him, “I knew you were gonna do that!”

Grinding his pelvis against your own, burying himself so deep that it hurt, he taunted, “if you were really so smart, then why did you let me?” relishing in the feeling of your cunt clambering down around him.

Trying not to give him the satisfaction, you muttered, “god, I hate you,” though your conviction was lost completely as his sudden and powerful thrust made you moan out in enchanted ecstasy.

“Aw, I love you too, honey,” he chuckled, kissing your fuzzy features as he found his greedy rhythm, “doesn’t this feel so much better, though?”

“I can feel you in my fucking throat,” you gasped, a statement true of every time he had filled you up.

Adoring eyes soaking in your every reaction, he growled in response, “exactly.”

His hands then swiftly grabbed yours as they began to claw at his back, hauling them up above your head and locking them in his tight grip.

“This pretty little pussy just needed to be stuffed,” he cooed against your lips, “it’s what she deserves,” his balls, dripping with your juices, slapped against your heat with every needy slam, “deserves to be treated like this,” he empathized with his hips, “deserves to be used,” he shifted his grip on your wrists, gliding up to weave his fingers with yours, “to be loved,” his nose rhythmically bumped against yours as he pushed you over the edge, “to be worshipped,” he fervently captured your lips, silencing the guttural cry that escaped as you trembled violently beneath him, soaking the bedsheets and gushing all over his cock.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, his gruff moans washed over you as your clenching cunt milked him of all of his worth.

“Fuck,” he panted, forehead resting against your own as he insatiably continued to roll into you, sloppily fucking his cum even deeper and forcing it to spill out as your pussy clambered around him, “I love you so much…”

“You are so terrible,” you said light-heartedly as a dazed smile bloomed upon your blissed-out face, your brows swiftly knitting together at his excessive and relentless desire.

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