#angel & devil steddie asks

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

If this isn’t allowed completely ignore this, also I love your Angel Steve and Devil Eddie au❤️❤️ but does angel Steve and devil Eddie and reader have a safe word? If so what do you think it would be? And what would they do if reader used it?

sure! I mean, I think they'd just listen to each other and if anyone indicates in any way that they wanna slow down or stop completely, the others do so. but if they get into situations where that is a little more complicated to do, then yeah! they'd totally have a safe word. idk why but I'm thinking maybe like triangle? you know, because three hehe. and if reader ever felt the need to use it, they'd just immediately drop everything, even if Eddie is too pussydrunk to hear it the first time, Steve would not hesitate to clock him in order to get him to stop. then depending on why you said it, they would just do what you need, slow down, do something different, or even stop completely, just lay down and hold you till you fall asleep...

[steddieas-shegoes]

🧁Congrats on 3k followers!🧁 You were the first steddie person I followed and I'm still so glad I did! 💕

For the sentence prompt, I'm picking a line from my favorite love song - Fair by The Amazing Devil:

"Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading"

Me? The first?! That’s a huge honor and I am definitely not crying about it (lying). I hope you enjoy!

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Steve’s migraines were bad when it rained, even worse when he’d been outside all day. Nothing helped except sleeping it off.

And pressure in just the right spot on his forehead.

It was hard to get it right on his own, and Robin was always just a bit too harsh with her fingertips against his skin, pressing too much at once in too many places. Eddie managed to touch just right sometimes, but it was hit or miss.

It was so fucking frustrating.

Eddie was frustrated too, especially when the pain got to a point that Steve didn’t even want him near him. Every smell, sound, and accidental touch made him nauseous.

They had rain most of the day, and Steve’s work day had started with Keith berating him for not rewinding one tape before putting it back on the shelf. It ended with a customer trying to steal candy from the shelves and yelling at Steve when he got caught.

By the time he got home, he could barely feel his fingers from how hard he’d been clenching the steering wheel as he drove, doing his best to focus on the road ahead. He just had to get home, then he could wash his face and get in bed.

Eddie was playing music while he made dinner, and it was nearly impossible for Steve to do anything but rush past the kitchen to their bedroom. Eddie would figure it out quickly.

Within minutes, Steve was standing at the bathroom sink in only his underwear, hot water running over the washcloth he planned on holding on his face until he could breathe again.

“Stevie, you okay?” Eddie whispered when he walked into the room.

“Migraine.”

“I’ll get you some water and the ice pack.”

Steve lost track of time as he finished up in the bathroom and settled in bed. His head wasn’t pounding so much as exploding into new galaxies every time he blinked. Somehow, closing his eyes made it worse.

He managed to make himself as comfortable as possible, barely even moving when Eddie placed the ice pack on his forehead and eyes.

“10?” Eddie asked as softly as possible, keeping his distance, but staying close enough for Steve to touch him.

“Mhm.”

“You need me to sleep on the couch?”

“No.”

The bed shifted slightly as Eddie moved further under the covers on his side. “Okay. I’m right here, sweetheart.”

The spot on his forehead was pulsing and the ice pack wasn’t doing shit.

“Turn on your side,” Steve asked, voice shaking as he tried to bite back a whimper of pain.

He felt Eddie move, and when he reached a hand out to see if he’d understood what he asked, he couldn’t help his lip turning up at the corner in an attempt at a smile.

Sometimes he was convinced the bat bites had connected them in more ways than the soft camaraderie of recovery. Sometimes it felt like they were reading the other so well, they shared a brain.

Steve slowly moved forward, wincing when his body made contact with Eddie’s. Steve pulled the ice pack away.

“Sweetheart?”

“Just a sec,” he replied.

Eddie was as still as a statue, something so rare, he probably reserved it for these moments.

Another reason Steve was certain Eddie was better than he deserved.

Steve leaned his head forward, letting out a small groan when his forehead made contact with Eddie’s back, right between his shoulder blades.

He pressed his head forward, not able to relax until he found-

There.

He nearly moaned with relief.

“Found it, angel?” Eddie whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment of painless ecstasy Steve was experiencing.

“Mm.”

“Stay as long as you need,” Eddie added before focusing on slow breathing so he wouldn’t disrupt Steve’s resting place.

Steve sighed and let himself enjoy this moment for as long as possible. He closed his eyes.

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When Steve woke up, the light was almost gone between the curtains and Eddie’s breathing was slowed like he was asleep.

His head still ached, but the pounding had gone, and when he looked down at Eddie’s face, everything was clear.

He’d found a place to heal in Eddie. First, his arms, then his heart, and now, the place between his shoulders.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Cherry's Favorites Part 2

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Start me up | Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Wet dreams | Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Possessive Techno

Sugar daddy!Techno

Brahms with a Nymphomaniac

Crit Hit | Virgin!Eddie x Reader

A helping hand | Steddie x Reader

Show me | Older!Eddie x Reader

Eddie ‘The Munch’ Munson

Take it | Eddie Munson

Bunny

Eddie's balls

Someone else | Fwb!Steve Harrington

Look in the mirror

Scotty Doesn’t Know | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Use me | Conrad x Reader

Somebody else | Eddie’s girl x reader and stepbro!eddie x reader

Steddie threesome

Daddy Steve

Fem!Reader x Older!Tattooartist!Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

Moans for a song

Consent is sexy

Final essay | Jim Hopper

Broken bed

Horndog Eddie

What you want

Eddie's glasses

Cum | Steddie

Cum fly with me | Pilot!Loki

Nasty Kurt

Eddie's boobies

Possessive Eddie

Definitely Eddie

Eddie loves teasing

Above and below

Eddie making love to you

Penthouse Eddie

Squirting for Steve

Strong boi Eddie again

Sweet cheeks

Speak up

Steve watching you get off

Girl on the moon | Corroded Coffin x Reader

This dark!Eddie ask is everything

Crush me daddy Steve

Poor Eddie

Undeniable | Older!Eddie

Cockwarming Eddie

More dark!Eddie because I love it

You and abouncer!Eddie fucking in the walk-in during a closing shift

More dark!Eddie because this anon is the best at writing this

Mhm more dark!Eddie

You guessed it, more dark!Eddie

Yes this is more dark!Eddie

Roommate rules

Angel & Devil!Steddie AU masterlist

Eddie's dirty talk

Second Chances at First Times

The kissing monster

Teasing Eddie

A visit to the Healer | Loki

Eddie dry humping reader

Withdrawal | Eddie Munson

Touch me and you lose | Eddie Munson

Thighs | Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie is a menace

Possible fic material

Fucking Eddie

Eddie slapping you

No more shying away | Brahms Heelshire

Joseph impregnates you

Two perverts in my room | Steddie

Eddie fell asleep while eating you out, again

Don't tease Spencer

Milk | Joseph Quinn

More milk

Rendezvous | Spencer Reid

Subby Reid

Riding virging Eddie

Just a taste

His favorite girl

Gamer Eddie

Red lipstick kisses | Eddie Munson

Mama

[griefabyss69]

For the Drabble request- rockstar eddie based loosely on the song city of angels by Demi Lovato ;))

There was no way this was going to fit in under 1K!!! Based on the song and on the whole ass universe we've cooked up <3

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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2.8K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Exhibitionism, humiliation (he's into it), public sex, sex on stage, audience participation (verbal)

I'd say this requires a general suspension of disbelief LMAO, just have fun!

Eddie fucking loves to perform, whether it was back during his humble beginnings at shitty dive bars or on a big stage with Lights, Cameras, and recently, plenty of Action.

He didn't think he'd ever be performing like this in particular, but the life he's lived has never ever gone the way he used to imagine it, each year bringing something newer and wilder and usually a hell of a lot scarier than he planned.

So when he and Steve finally get their shit together, when Steve starts to get more and more daring as he uses his puppy dog eyes and his beautiful mouth to sweet talk him into doing crazy shit like wear a plug onstage, or to get him rock hard through his tight pants before kissing his cheek and shoving him out on stage, he just rolls with it.

It's fine, he can deal with the embarrassment of some people knowing, putting two and two together – tabloids and paparazzi photos turning into interviews where he and Steve get to tell the truth and control their narrative a little – that when Eddie starts off the night already red faced and sweaty and oh, hard enough to cut glass, it's Steve's fault.

The reception they've been getting has been warm enough that Steve gets bolder with every show this tour, and finally one day all of their previous discussions of him coming out to say hi to the audience come to fruition – Steve not only kisses him in front of the cheering crowd, but grabs his ass too, fingers pressing against the seam of his jeans to see if he can push on the plug inside of him.

Eddie has to pull the mic away from their faces so he can moan into Steve's mouth without thousands of people hearing it.

After that, the audience reception is, well, hot.

Steve loves to take the mic, rile them up, get them chanting for him to touch Eddie or tell them an edited but super dirty story about what they've been up to, and despite how legitimately embarrassing this all can get, it has Eddie more horny and in love than ever.

One night during the LA leg of their tour, Steve's not actually around that much as Eddie and the guys prepare for their set. He sees him whisper in the guy's ears and sees everyone exchange nods before he runs off again, making a phone call or talking to security or to the cameramen.

He can't lie, it has him on edge, considering every other time Steve's been up to something it's always been an escalation of their little game.

And you know what, call him paranoid, but he was right! He usually loves being right, but when Steve cups a hand to his ear to signal the audience during the band's intermission, Grant tooling around on his guitar to give the crowd something to listen besides Steve asking "What was that?" into the mic, he gets a feeling that this is going to be one of those nights that changes his life forever.

The audience yells a lot of things. Steve hadn't actually prompted them with a chant yet, but he just laughs into the microphone, slotting his eyes over to Eddie who's still panting from the screaming backup vocals of their last song, the beaming smirk on his face filling him with dread and the kind of lust that would have the devil on his knees -

He says, his eye contact sharper than his teeth -

"You want me to fuck him?"

The audience explodes into a wall of sound and Eddie feels just a little dizzy, his ribs crushing his lungs even as his ass clenches around the plug Steve asked him to put in earlier.

"Hmm…" He says, drawing it out in a tease. "I mean, I did ask the staff if I could, do you know what they said?"

The incoherent answer from the audience is drowned out by the pounding of Eddie's heart in his ears, as he's stuck there, frozen, hands getting clammy against his guitar.

"That's right, they said as long as you all behave – you know, follow the rules, tip your bartenders handsomely, and take lots of pictures – then I'm allowed to!"

Eddie knows he should start breathing or running or begging or something, but the part of him that loves to stew in his own humiliation has his feet bolted down to the floor, desperate to find out if this will be anything like the fantasies he'd seduced Steve with back in the day.

"You motherfucker," he croaks out, the sound lost before it even gets past his lips.

Steve laughs, throwing his head back in something like pure joy before he stalks over to him, raising his eyebrows, the twitch of them so familiar that Eddie can tell that he's serious about the whole thing, realizes that this is why he was whispering to his band mates earlier.

After that, things happen fast.

Steve drags Eddie to the center of the stage, a few feet away from the edge, stage lights bright and focused on them as he takes Eddie's guitar and hands it to one of the guys. Eddie knows he's got a stupid look on his face right now, not able to play off this off as the usual slutty shit he does for the performance, wondering if it's worse that he's in front of all of these people, or in front of cameras that are going to capture this on fucking tape.

His dick is throbbing.

Fingers move his hair out of the way so Steve can whisper in his ear, his teeth grazing the shell just to pull a shiver out of him, and he can barely hear him telling him that if he wants to stop he just has to say the magic words.

Eddie reaches back and grabs Steve's thigh, squeezing it once. He understands, and despite how the feels exactly like a cold-sweat nightmare, he's into it. Of course he's fucking into it.

It's like he blinks and his pants are down to his thighs, his dick springing up to slap his stomach and he can feel the cheering from the audience, buzzing through his skin. He has to swallow a moan already, finally finding enough air to make noise, unable to ignore the fact that he's exposed even as Steve's easing the plug out of his ass. He goes to cover himself with his hands but Steve's there already, pulling his arms behind his back to tie his wrists together.

It was never really like this, when he imagined it.

Maybe he'd thought Steve would just tug the back of his pants down and slide in, let him grind into his own hand or maybe even his guitar, but that was fucking stupid, he knows Steve doesn't do things halfway. Hell, he's surprised he didn't strip him off completely, the thought making him shudder and tilt his head back against Steve's shoulder.

Steve grabs the mic stand beside them to tip it in close, voice rough and deep and Eddie can tell that this is also one of his wildest fantasies.

"Should I turn him around for you?"

Eddie lifts his head to gape at him, shaking his head. Steve winks at the audience and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek, smacking his ass lightly.

The audience starts chanting "Show us!" and Steve loves to give them what they want, and so Eddie finds himself facing the back of the stage while Steve gets an elbow over his spine and makes him bend, fingers digging into his ass cheeks as he spreads him open for everyone.

He could cum just from this, he thinks, face burning. Sweat drips off of the end of his nose and he watches it hit the floor. Despite the heat of the lights, the air in the venue is cool against his ass, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Steve's fingers tease at him and sink in, making sure he's all nice and lubed up and stretched out for him. The moan that it pushes out of him is loud enough the microphone picks it up, just audible over all of the cheering.

His dick is leaking on the floor by now, joining the sweat drops, and Steve's pulling him back upright and turning him back around before he can really feel sorry about the mess they're making.

"Alright, I hope you enjoyed that," Steve's saying. "The guys are gonna play a nice song for us, right Jeff?"

Eddie hears Jeff laugh into his mic and he squeezes his eyes shut, wondering how much of this they all planned behind his back.

"Of course we are! Though, gotta say," Jeff says, and Eddie can hear his smirk. "We've never done music for gay porn before. Eddie, you good to sing on backup for this?"

What?

Eddie looks up at him, about to shake his head but Steve plants the mic stand in front of him and he wants to melt like ice cream down into the floor.

"Of course he is," Steve murmurs into the microphone over Eddie's shoulder. "You all should hear it, he moans in key."

There's a hand on his hip, Steve's dick at his ass, his teeth on his neck, and then -

Steve bites as he sinks into him, already pulling a rough sound out of his chest as the band starts to play a song that Eddie usually has a sick solo in, and he misses his guitar for a moment before he kind of forgets about it. Steve's hand is firm around the base of his dick and he doesn't bother easing him into things, just starts thrusting hard and fast like Eddie's the instrument, matching the explosive intro of the song.

Any plan he had to control what comes out of his mouth has flown off like a paper airplane on the wind at this point, Steve's mouth and his hands and his dick taking him apart so seamlessly that he wonders if his moans are drowning out the lead vocals or not. Surely the sound guy is in on all of this, will figure out how to mix them so it doesn't sound bad.

"Stop thinking," Steve murmurs in his ear before biting it.

Yeah, thinking. He's thinking.

"Open your eyes, look how many people are watching," he says, and Eddie wishes he had something to bite on just to help the tension that's got him feeling like he's going to burst right out of his skin.

He does what he's told though, cracking his eyes open against the bright lights to try to look past them, seeing the glint of the professional cameras and a vague sea of people, including a pit full of people dedicated to moshing even though Eddie's getting fucked like ten feet away from them.

"Alright Eddie, use your manners," Steve's saying into the mic, voice breathy as he keeps thrusting, lighting him up hotter and hotter each time his hips slap into him.

Eddie bites his lip, shaking his head. He's almost there, but until then he's not about to beg in front of everyone. This is humiliating enough, something he's going to be thinking about like a brand directly in the back of his mind for maybe forever.

"No, you don't want to? Everyone's being so well behaved and you want to be rude to them?"

"No, fuck," Eddie moans, squeezing his eyes shut. A little more.

"Then be nice, babe," Steve says, huffing a laugh against the side of his face.

He kisses his cheek again as he tightens the hand on Eddie's dick.

"Fuck, sorry," Eddie gasps, tugging at whatever's tying his wrists together. "Please, Steve."

"Please what? And I'm not who you have to beg…"

Eddie can feel his grin against his skin, teeth pressing into him.

"Please, let me," he swallows, tries to catch his breath, skin flashing hotter than ever. "Let me cum."

Steve groans, pounding into him faster. The drag of his dick inside of him has lightning curling up his spine, his lower back starting to feel more like a pool of endorphins rather than an amalgamation of tissue and bone.

"Should we let him cum?" He asks into the microphone, and the wall shaking noise from the audience seems like a yes to Eddie. He laughs. "I don't know, I'm just not sure? What do you think Eddie?"

"Fuck," he gasps, arms shaking where he's fighting to get them loose. "Please, c'mon, I'm going to-"

He cuts himself off but the audience gets the idea, starts up another chant.

"Let him cum!" Is going to ring in Eddie's ears for eternity.

He thinks that's a clear enough answer as he tries to grind into Steve's hand.

Must be to Steve too, because he loosens his grip enough to start stroking him, fist getting soaked as soon as it reaches the tip, the wet slide of it enough to send him over the edge before he can even make a sound.

Hot cum splatters over his chest as his spine arches back against Steve, feeling his fingers press hard into his hip and then more hot cum is shooting into him, pulling a reedy sound out of his throat as he pants for air. It's so good that he forgets about the humiliation for a moment, nothing but him and Steve and the band and thousands of people all frozen in the half minute it takes Steve to make him shatter apart against him.

Between the stars in his eyes and the lights and the way he's struggling to keep his eyes open, he has to give up on finding which way gravity goes so he can stand up and start dealing with… everything they just did. He buries his face in Steve's neck as best as he can and finds a good spot to bite him, hard, before backing off a little.

Steve gasps, still sounding rough and slutty, his dick twitching in Eddie's ass before he starts gently pulling out.

"Yeah, you loved that, didn't you?" He asks, and Eddie isn't sure if that's for him or the audience.

He just mumbles a "yes" into his shoulder while Steve works the plug back into him, trapping his cum in there. It feels good, despite the pounding he just took, despite how Steve gets him to brace himself on his shoulder while he pulls his pants back up, despite the beaming of the stage lights and how everyone's learned what he looks like when he cums.

Steve doesn't tuck his dick back in, just lets it hang out of his open fly, and Eddie bites his lip against a whimper, looking for the knots on his wrists. He's still not fully soft, the cool air and the cameras pointed at him keeping him worked up enough that he's still twitching.

"Be patient, babe. It's not like you're showing them anything new," Steve says, laughing as he brings his fingers to Eddie's mouth.

He sighs, shooting him a glare before opening up, letting Steve play with his tongue before he cleans them off.

Steve gives him a few minutes, gets a bottle of water from somewhere – one of the guys probably – and presses it to his bottom lip, letting him drink until he's finished with it and then dumps it over him, cooling him down.

He can't help but laugh, even as the cold water feels like a shock through his shirt and on his poor dick, making him finally start to get soft.

"Alright Eddie, what do we say to the rest of the band?" Steve asks, bringing the mic to his mouth.

Jesus Christ. Is he not satisfied yet?

"Um, thanks guys. Sorry my boyfriend is power hungry. Hope my uh, singing? Was good," he says, trying to sound like he doesn't want to shrivel up in embarrassment.

Steve laughs, hugging him from behind.

"And what do we say to the audience?"

Eddie tries to glare back at him, and then glares at the audience.

"You're welcome," he says, and Steve smacks his ass.

"That's what they should be saying," he says, holding the mic in front of Eddie's mouth until he gives in.

"Fine," he sighs, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto his face. "Thanks for putting up with all of this. Hope you liked it?"

The audience roars and Steve unties him, finally satisfied. He uses clumsy fingers to put himself back together, his dick safely back in his pants as he heads on shaky legs over to where his Sweetheart rests in it's stand, picking her up and slinging her strap over his shoulder.

"Alright, see you at the next show!" Steve yells before putting the mic stand back where it belongs, waving to the crowd as they cheer him off stage, blowing a kiss to everyone in the band as they start in on the second half of their set.

Yeah, Eddie doesn't think he could've imagined his life going in this direction.

[oddree13]

Steddie at the Crossroads

Last night on the Steddie HOM Server, @originalbooktheif had the wonderful idea to suggest an AU where Eddie tries to sell his soul to get Corroded Coffin a breakthrough but when he summons the devil it's none other than Steve fucking Harrington. This is the result of an unhinged discussion between @originalbooktheif, myself, and @lurkinmerkin

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After everything happens in season 4 Eddie is tired. He's tired and he wants to get out of Hawkins. He figures if everyone thinks he’s a satanic devil worshipper despite the government coverup he might as well try it out. 

He drives his van to a crossroads outside of Hawkins and buries a few items into the ground - one of the graffitied missing posters Wayne had mistakenly hung up, his guitar pick necklace, and he couldn’t find a cat bone so he settled for a chicken bone from his dinner a few nights ago. 

Eddie buries the box and waits. He feels like an idiot as he paces, grateful that no one is around to see him. He’s about to start walking back to his van when he turns and sees King Steve™️ - gap jeans, polos, and devil horns peeking out from his infamous hair. He's so startled he trips on his feet and lands in the dirt.

"Really Munson? All the way out here? Not the intersection of Maple and Roosevelt?"

Eddie looks utterly confused and disappointed while Steve is just pissed he's been summoned to a crossroad way outside of Loch Nora. He wonders if this is some sort of trick. Jason and his lot are usually going on about how the devil shows you what you want to see and sure preppy and mean is his type but Steve Harrington is not what Eddie thought the devil would look like.

"At least you have your van. Given the circumstances, I'm at least taking a ride. Soul to be determined. So what are we asking for?" He wonders, as Eddie just stares at his newest friend in bewilderment. "Oh c'mon please don't tell me you did this for like a dare! Zazy is going to be up my ass even more," Steve grumbles. 

Eddie's not sure what to think but for some reason, he's compelled to ask if Zazy his dad. Which makes Steve laugh. 

"Absolutely not. Lucifer is too busy fucking fallen angels to remember I exist. Hawkins isn’t on his radar, trust me. No, Azazel is one of my - cousins I think is the closest human equivalent - thank goodness he's not my dad."

"But you're not Steve. You just look like him," Eddie stammers, and Steve just walks over to him and crouches down to look Eddie in the eye. 

"Sorry to disappoint you there. Samyaza is my real name but Steve is way easier on Earth. Are we going to ask questions all night or are going to ask me for what you want? Probably not going to give it to you seeing as you’ve already gone through hell and back.” Eddie hates how pleased Steve seems as his own joke. 

“Wait, no, that’s not how this works. I bury the items, I offer you my soul, and you give me what I want!” Eddie argues, finally getting up, frustrated that even now Steve in condescending to him. 

“Eddie that seems like a lack of agency in my role. We demons may be loose about a lot of things, but consent isn’t one of them. Free will is highly prized.” The smile that crosses Steve’s face is both cocky and feral and Eddie hates how he’s turned on by it. He really is a freak. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll see if it’s worth the trade.”

“I want the band to take off. I want Corroded Coffin to get its break and take me far from here. I don’t care what it costs.” Eddie hates the face Steve is making mainly because he can’t read it. The demon flicks his hand and a piece of paper appears and he scans it over. “I need to run some numbers. Ever since the stuff with the upside-down happened hell’s been a little bit in shambles.”

And doesn’t that just floor Eddie? He thought surely that the upside-down was proof of some sort of hell and that Steve’s involvement and survival are proof before him but that doesn’t seem to be the case. 

“Look you can ask all your questions on the ride home. I assume you’re driving.”

“Can’t you like teleport or something?”

“Does this look like Star Trek to you? Get your offering out of the ground and let’s go.”

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On the ride back to Hawkins Eddie learns the following.

King Steve™️ is a demonic long con that is now completely in the trash due to the Upside Down. 

He’s not in Hawkins to actually kill anyone (his dad has guys for that), just cause chaos and debauchery. It started first with his ���parents”. Get the head of Harrington Industries to settle down in suburbia to placate his wife while amassing money and influencing elections in a swing state. Steve left to his own devices just made chaos where he could. His mission was simple, corrupt a small town that would cause a domino effect across the American heartland. All he had to do was slowly deflowering the virgins, tease the closeted gays, reinforce the school hierarchy, depressing wages. He titillated the housewives as a lifeguard, and got them to vote for Reagan, etcetera, etcetera. He helped get the mayor elected which resulted in Starcourt, a shrine to capitalism. 

He was so close to his goal. Nancy Wheeler was right near the end of his list when he finds himself squaring off with some flower-faced alien motherfucker and he’s left reeling. Steve’s seen a lot. Hellhounds, demons that resemble eldritch horrors, and some of Hell’s finest torture sessions but what the hell is a Demogorgon?!

He has to reassess his whole plan. No one was really meant to die directly on his watch, and he feels something odd in himself when he attends Barb’s funeral. He doesn’t mind the lying or the coverup, more that he actually liked Barb. Sure she was an obstacle in the Nancy plan but he knew a part of Barb could sense him. She wasn’t fooled by his veneer and he respected that. He thinks what bothers him isn’t guilt, but annoyance that he should have known better, sensed something.

Steve tries to continue his mission but then the Halloween party happens and Nancy dumps him. For the first time, it hurts that someone doesn't like him and he doesn't understand why. He chalks it up again to not wanting to be a failure and tries to get back on track. But before he can do that Henderson crashes into his life and Steve cannot let that kid die. It isn’t a part of the plan. And as time goes on Steve takes to Dustin like he was his own minion. He’s not even annoyed that he can’t even figure out a good way to corrupt Henderson and it almost feels wrong too. 

At this point, Eddie has to interrupt and ask if the Party knows. 

“Of course they do. After everything that’s happened, they really aren’t that surprised.”

Steve explains that the party discovered his true nature after the Starcourt incident. There were hints beforehand, and Max has to ask if Billy was his doing. 

Steve explains that Billy’s run-in with the upside-down was a coincidence and actually caused a lot of confusion. But no, Billy Hargrove’s asshole propensity was just fueled by Azazel who got the sweet job of running around California. He only visited Hawkins periodically to check on Billy, and Steve doesn’t realize that until Billy and him are fighting. After all, Steve did love the chance to knock down one of Zazy’s pawns. 

But he leaves it alone after, just warning his cousin to keep Billy out of the kids' way, and Azazel reluctantly agrees. His cousin only resurfaces when he senses Billy’s death and finds Hawkins in more chaos than he left it in. 

“You should’ve reported this to Hell, Steve!”

“I've been busy at the ice cream shop!"

"How is that integral to your mission?!"

"Fueling capitalism, tooth decay, and creating naval fantasies Zazy!" Zazy pictures Steve in his Scoops Uniform, his ram horns on display enticing customers saying 'Ahoy matey! Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?' He doesn't buy it. 

Eddie listens to all this but doesn't understand why Steve is still in Hawkins. 

"Well, that's complicated. You see no one knows what the upside-down is and no one wants to deal with it. Plus plenty of people are willing to make deals now that a hell of sorts has opened up," he mumbles, but Eddie just looks over and sees through Steve's excuse.

"You can just say you like it here. I won't tell a soul." Eddie finds his words hilarious. Almost as hilarious as the pout on Steve's face. 

They sit in the parking lot of Eddie's temporary hotel room and he keeps asking questions. 

Yes, Steve was insulted by Jason Carver claiming Vecna's curse as devilry. And yes, he hated that the man managed a mob before Steve could.

No, he had nothing to do with Chrissy. 

Yes, he definitely was the cause of Eddie's influx of customers in 1985. 

Yes, Robin knows and likes it when Steve tells her the dirty secrets of everyone who comes into the family video. She has a running list of all the Regan voters so she can be vicious with late fees. She also takes advantage of Steve's abilities to know when it's safe to flirt with girls. 

No, he hasn't enchanted anyone in the group though he fondly calls Robin his little familiar which bothers her. He admits Azazel wanted him to but Steve put his foot down. Though after a very dumb argument with Jonathan he toys with the idea that he should make Robin seduce Nancy away from him. 

Eddie then repeats his offer from earlier. “You never told me whether you’d take it. My soul for fame. I’m sure you’ve made plenty of those over the years.”

Steve admits that he has but can’t bring himself to do that to Eddie. “I don’t think you get what that means. And I sort of like you too much to do that to you.”

“Aww, you like me, Stevie. That’s embarrassing.” Eddie expects Steve to blush or just brush it off. But instead, he sees a flash of Steve’s inhuman eyes and wonders if he crossed a line. But then he remembers something Steve mentioned earlier in the night. Steve Harrington collects virginities. 

“Then what would my virginity get me?” he asks.  Now there isn’t a flash of inhumanity, but steady eyes that lock onto Eddie’s and make him shiver. He hates that he might prove Jason Carver right if he sleeps with the devil, but judging by the way Steve’s staring at him, Eddie thinks it’ll be worth it. 

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(ask game) the way you respond to anons is so polite and kind meanwhile your steddie rbs are like… x rated. i just think the juxtaposition is really funny 😭

LMAO, there are two sides to me. A little angel on one shoulder, the devil on the other if you will. But, it IS funny! You're absolutely right. I simply go a little insane over Eddie/Steddie/Joseph posts. I simply go a little insane over my hyperfixations in general, but who doesn't? Please know after I write a little [REDACTED] thought in the tags and then hit reblog, I'm immediately like this though:

(Also, this ask reminded me of how just yesterday @ieropski messaged me saying how it's funny how I still refuse to say h*t uncensored LMAO. We can't let the people know that we yearn and are highly attracted to other people!)

Thank you for the laugh though anon. I'm glad you caught on! :)

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How I imagine poor Angel Steve when Eddie does his dirty talk->🧍🏻‍♂️like he just vibing tryna get pussy low key

sdfghjkl nooo! i mean, when eddie says something rude to him or goes too far with something, then he does kinda look like that, or i imagine the classic steve hands on hips mom pose.

he’s just in the moment, watching your reactions, enjoying it, soaking it all up, probably with a part of him busy pleasuring you, so he’s just happy, having a grand old time! i mean, the smile he gets on his face when you moan, when you feel just oh so good? priceless.

plus those blurbs are just tiny glimpses, so he’s undoubtedly running his mouth just as much. sometimes it’s just easier with so few words to let one speak…….. you can get to some fun places that way…

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“What? Am I not allowed to reminisce about old times, big boy? Or do you just not want her to know about what you’ve done? Shatter her perfect perception of what angels are like?” 

Oh my gosh im DYING to know what angel!steve has done to get him so upset with Eddie!

okay okay okay okay, so, hang on one sec because I'm gonna ramble for a bit.

to say that an angel is good and a devil is bad is completely subjective as to how you define good and bad. these are beings from an entirely different plane of existence, so their definition of it, their morals, are completely different from our perception of it. sure there are some things that overlap, but they are good and bad according to where they come from, those labels get a lot more muddled here where we are, with the way we define them.

they are both incredibly old creatures and I think I can also reveal that, in my mind, Steve hasn't always been a guardian angel. he used to be a torturer and has done some terrible things without even blinking twice. and they have been with you (and other humans) long enough that they've learned the human definition of good and bad, and so of course with Eddie being the chaotic little being that he is would use that knowledge against Steve. because it's not that he's saying that because he himself has a problem with it, it's that he knows the power that it has, that he knows how badly they both want you to fall in love with them and that could potentially ruin it and drive them to do some things what they would call the more traditional way and not the gentle earthly way that Steve has been pushing Eddie to also try with (idk if that makes sense because I don't wanna spoil too much but I also just tried to talk about it without giving too much away...)

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With the devil and angels Steddie au ur so right about dark vibes, like what if they start sabotaging her romantic life so she can’t get a date, and they can keep her all to themselves

omgomgomg yeeeeeeessss! and like also, ANOTHER THOUGHT, they don't sleep! not when they are there with her. so when she's asleep they're just there... watching... and who knows, it's a super long night and they might get bored or their minds might start to wander... maybe they they play with you a little bit... UH! WAIT! what if they have powers!?!?!??! like ones you could use for sexy purposes? uh uhhhhhh. now I've just got straight up hentai floating around my brain. damn. okay. OKAY. now that changes things.

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ok so I cant help but ask what other people would see if they walked in on reader being held up by the tentacles. would they just see them floating in mid air?? or if they’re in public holding hands would it look like they’re cupping the air??

anyway, that’s all. i love your writing so so much and I’m sorry if this is to technical or smth I’m just very curious

I mean, yeah, I think so. the stuff they do in public, like holding hands, is all pretty discreet, so at the most it would just look like her hand is at a weird angle... but the tentacle stuff? uuuhh, yeah... if they've got her suspended in the air, then yeah it probably looks like she's floating lol

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Omg look it’s your boys!

oh my god IT IS!!!

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For angel and devil, I'm trying to imagine how Steve and Eddie would finally get into reader's bed with her, like would they use all her unsatisfactory experiences to convince her? Would they tease her into letting them show her a ~good time~? Would they sneak in? Too many thots!!

oops, this month old ask kinda got buried and i never answered it… sorry 😬

the teasing and the sneaking is honestly getting to me… making me wanna write more first time scenarios for them…

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Speaking of Devil!Eddie on your shoulder teasing you around friends, how would reader explain to their family and friends that their dating people(or at least fucking them)who don’t really have a presence in this world?

honestly? I don't think she would tell. they would never believe her and think she was insane, and that could spiral into some really scary things... so they probably just assume that she's not interested in any of that... this is the 80's, so maybe they would just go something like she's a strong independent woman who don't need too man

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Imagine Steve’s tentacles are just long sparkles glistening with silver and gold flecks that shine brighter the closer he is to cumming 🤭

…babe, i immediately just copied that into my notes because DAMN!

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i wonder what readers neighbors in the angel/devil steddie universe thinks is going on. definitely feel like she’s got noisy neighbors whenever they hear her getting absolutely railed by the most beautiful men to exist

I always imagine her being in a house, so her neighbours can't hear everything that's going on. the real question is what does her family think is going on? because they gotta be home at least some of the time... can the boys do like a magical thingy where they soundproof the space lol?

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Damn I keep re-reading devil and Angel like everyday. 😫 I’m obsessed

dude. I wrote like four blurbs for it today. I am not okay.