#demon!chrissy

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Blessing and a Curse (NSFW) - Chapter 2/2

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Summary: Our two lovers tried out the ouija board, they made it home safely. Chrissy wants to try out her new powers on Eddie, an offer he’s happy to accept.

Chrissy stood up, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She arched her back as she let out a long, drawn out moan.  Craning her head back, her fingers clutching onto her locks before she looked at him dead in the eyes.  Eddie’s eyes widened at the sight of her clothes getting torn off on their own.  Large batlike wings sprouted from her bare back, stretching and opening up to their fullest potential.  The skin from her forearms down to her hands had an almost soot like color to them.  Her calves going down to her feet sported the same appearance as well.  Her fingernails suddenly grew long, the tips as red as blood, as her teeth had sharpened within her mouth.  She looked over her shoulder and smiled at the reveal of her dark tail snaking itself around.  She licked her long forked tongue all over her plush lips, while a pair of sharp black horns pushed out from the top of her scalp. 

Eddie had only ever seen such magnificent women in his fantasy comics. He never could have imagined something so frightening could look so enchanting.  He here was, getting harder than a fucking rock as he stared at her in awe and wonder.  He felt so tiny beneath her and he liked it.  No, he loved it. 

“Chrissy,” he whined, wanting to squeeze himself to try and relieve the pleasurable ache in his cock. 

Her voice was like chocolate with a caramel filling, rich and smooth, “Magnificent, isn’t it?”  She proceeded to fly above him, strutting her stuff upon thin air around the room, not even bothering to look back at Eddie as he witnessed her move with such grace.  “Whoever said lust was a sin obviously didn’t know how to handle something like me.”  She turned on her heel, “How pathetic that it only took just a small handful of mortal men to decide how things must be.”

Eddie listened intently, nodding as he focused on everything before him.  “Y-Yeah… p-p-pathetic…”

She tutted her sharp tongue, “Oh, but not you my precious Eddie.”  She returned to him and with a wave of her hand he was suddenly lifted up, his body levitating just inches away from her.  “Never you my good, obedient mortal.”  Her tail gingerly wrapped around his left leg, the tip of it rubbing along his covered cock. 

“Oh shit-,” he quickly shut his mouth.

“Don’t be embarrassed my sweet, you love to be touched there,” she curled her fingers and he faced her.  Her hand began to cradle him, tongue reaching out to lavish his neck, “And here.”  Her free hand sweetly squeezed his rear, “And there.”

Eddie couldn’t stop himself from moaning, he could never deny the wonderful tactile sensation.  Knowing that it came from Chrissy, well rather another version of her, only made his cock twitch.  Still, he needed answers, “Wait, what happened at the asylum? What about Abigail? I thought we talked to her.”

Chrissy groaned with annoyance, bringing them back down, “We did, but she was a little busy having her fun with Harold.”  She smirked, “Confused? Of course you are.  I’ll cut the horseshit and get to the point.  Nothing was ever wrong with Abigail, the only thing that was wrong were the people that hurt her.  During the night of her exorcism, her true self came forth.  She just needed a little extra push in the right direction; all she had to do was say ‘yes’ to Her.”

“Her?”

Chrissy nuzzled into his neck, “Lilith, the Queen of Hell.”

He blinked slowly, “I don’t understand.”

She held his chin, “Remember that smoke that came out from the ouija board? That was Her and she offered me a little something if I just let Her in.”  Chrissy continued, “Lilith can grant anyone a chance to become an entity of great power and strength.  Abigail wanted only two things: Revenge and her lover.”  

Eddie recalled the tale of what had happened to those that wronged her, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh Eddie, I’m not going to skin you or anything.  That’s what she wanted.  Me? I only want you.”  She crawled to him, pecking his lips, taking his hand and placing it upon the center of her bare chest, “See, I have a heartbeat just like you.  It’s still me, Eddie.”

Eddie knew that Chrissy could never tell a lie. He looked into her eyes, the darkness dissipating to reveal those same blue eyes that he fell for years ago before they reverted back to red.  Even with her sharpened teeth, her smile was still as bright as the sun.  Chrissy slid her fingers along his ringed hand that still felt the motion of her heart. She then sat up and closed her eyes, smiling as she exhaled and let herself change.  Eddie blushed profusely when he saw that his hand was now between a buxom pair of breasts.  

“The best part about being a succubus is that we can be creative with my new powers.”  She cradled her heaving breasts, gingerly teasing him, “I can do all kinds of things now.”

“Holy shit,” he moaned, his hands holding each one, jaw dropping at how amazingly soft they felt.  “Oh fuck,” he stated as her nipples began to leak milk.

“Yeah, I know what you like Eddie, you dirty boy.”  She closed her eyes once more, “Of course this isn’t the only thing you think about.”  Her form had changed once again, instead replaced by an exact copy of someone else. 

“Harrington?!”

Steve placed both hands on his hips, “Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants.  On second thought-”

Eddie pushed him away, “I don’t love you!”

Steve didn’t even budge, how silly that a mortal could attempt to move a demon aside,  “On the contrary Eddie, you actually do.  See that’s not ego talking, when I say that I know what you like, I mean it.”  He took a deep breath and groaned as a forest of hair grew from his chest.  

Eddie huffed, looking away from that pretty boy smile of his.  He felt the strong and rough hand hold the back of his head, looking into those dark eyes with longing.  Steve’s features began to soften up, locks of long hair grew past delicate shoulders, lightening up from brunette back to strawberry blonde, height returning to shorter in stature. 

Chrissy pecked his nose, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of Eddie.  It’s okay that you have a crush on him, I don’t mind. I mean, he is pretty handsome.”

He shook his head, “No- Yes- I mean… okay hold on.”  He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Chrissy, please…”  He held her darkened hands and pecked her fingers, the warmth felt nice along his pink lips, “Maybe another time with some other version of you or Steve or someone else.  The only person that I want to be with is you.”

“Of course my love,” she whispered.  Chrissy then held his wrists down with no effort, “Now, no more talking. Let’s do what succubi and humans were meant to do.”

“I thought you said ‘no more talking’ baby girl,” he replied with a sly smile. 

His smile vanished when she tore his clothes off like wrapping paper; he was indeed going to make a fine present for her.  Chrissy’s long tongue slithered out and licked his lovely lips, lathering his mouth again with her sweet tasting saliva. Eddie’s throat was drowning in it, that same light headed feeling returning, welcoming it with open mouth and open legs.  His vessels pulsed with her erotic taste, leading down straight to his cock.  He felt so warm and she only barely touched him.  Her fingernails slowly dragged down his body, the prickling ends scratching and pressing down in a painful yet pleasant sort of way.  Chrissy bent down to playfully nibble his nipple, her purrs vibrating against his skin.  Her sharp teeth bit down, soon releasing him and letting her tongue gently drag across his teat so sweetly.  Her long nails teased his other nipple, pushing down on it until he could feel a pinching sensation.  Her luscious lips gave him some mercy as she kissed it better.  Giving him a few more licks before trapping it between her teeth again, this time harder; making sure to give the other one the same painful and pleasurable treatment.  Eddie gasped when she pulled, arching his head back into the pillow; she adored the way his screams filled his bedroom.

She tended to the ache with her pretty lips again, her suckling felt so soothing to him.  Eddie grabbed at his pillow, biting down on his bottom lip as he felt his nipple getting pulled by her strong suctioning, only to have it twirled by her tongue.  Chrissy marveled at the handiwork, rubbing the markings along his chest.  Eddie felt such an irreversible rush of need in his body, inching closer to her as he gazed at the beautifully, terrifying creature.  Her heated mouth traced his cotton candy pink lips, reaching further down to plant more smooches all over him.  Eddie wanted to touch her precious face, suddenly getting distracted when he watched the way her wings stretched out.  Such an incredible thing to see, so similar to a vampire bat that was ready to stalk the night for a meal.  She may not have been on the hunt for blood, but she was definitely hungry.

Eddie was too busy with the shape of her back appendages that he failed to look down at her tail slithering between his legs.  He grabbed the bed sheets when he felt his cock getting jerked by it.  Wrapped around him so snuggly, keeping his organ nice and warm as it pulled him just the way he liked it.  Chrissy simply sat back and watched, smiling as his hips moved to the rhythmic motion; she couldn’t hold back her giggles.  

“P-P-Please Chrissy,” Eddie quietly begged.

The coiled up attachment had a mind of its own as it tugged faster, her voice sugary sweet, “Aww so polite, that’s one of the things I love about you Eddie.”

His lower half practically rose off of the mattress as he attempted to match her movements, “Fuck! Babe! Oh g-god!”

Chrissy paid no heed to that particular slip up, after all she was having too much fun with her human.  She rested her chin in her palm, her mind imprinting the way he struggled and squirmed.  His cock pulsated within her tail, weeping with every passing second.  She was so close to him, Eddie had to kiss her, but his plan was foiled before he could execute it.  Rather than his bedsheets coming to life again, he was met with long and writhing tentacles that seemingly spawned out of nowhere.  Upon being restrained once more he noticed that the limbs emerged from beneath his bed.

“How did you-”

Chrissy let a single brow rise as she smirked, “I have my ways, Edward.  And it looks like you forgot that I can read your mind too.”  She tutted her tongue, “Not very smart of you to do, but since you’ve been showing me that you’ve been doing very well; I’ll give you that kiss.”

The tentacles made Eddie sit up and she daintily pressed her mouth to his, drinking in his groans and pleas.  Her motioning tail gave him some relief as it slowed down and unwrapped itself.  She stared deeply into his brown eyes, still so lovely and filled with joy as they always were.  Yet that sense of fear and uncertainty gave her such a thrill, making her form shudder with excitement.  Despite Eddie’s feelings of terror, his intrigue and curiosity had overtaken whatever panic he had previously.  He loved Chrissy and all he wanted was her. If that meant losing his sense of control and autonomy, then he would gladly let her do whatever she wanted. Call him a masochist or a degenerate, quite frankly he was loving all of this.  He was too drunk in love to say it, his crooked smile, that certain loving light in his eyes, and of course his thoughts were plagued with desire. 

His body was then lifted, his back facing the ceiling, legs spread wide, and his amorous face just inches away from her.  Chrissy’s long tongue slithered out, savoring the dripping sweat along his torso. Her fingers brushed through his locks, nails lovingly scratching his scalp as her tongue traveled further down.  His eyes looked down when he felt the slimy and lengthy tongue wrap around his dangling cock.  His appendage was trapped again, drowning in her saliva and his pre-cum. The split forked tips moved independently upon his weeping head, causing him to cry out her name. She loved hearing him, she adored the way he writhed, and watched as his skin darkened a deeper shade of pink; although gravity was also probably to blame. 

“Fuck! Chrissy! Ooh, Chrissy! S-Shit!”

His length quivered within her moistened grasp, the pressure and warmth from her tongue made him feel very pleasant.

He nearly choked as he pleaded, “M-More! More babe!” 

She could sense how close he was, snapping her fingers to allow the tentacles to position him upright.  Her tongue continued to work as two more tentacles emerged from below.  The thinner ends of the slick vines teased his nipples, pulling and pressing down at their own rhythms.  The tentacles suddenly opened like a flower blossom, revealing a pair of drooling mouths at each end. The entities proceeded to latch onto his teats, suckling at their own pace.  Another pair appeared from beneath his thighs, opening up to orally pleasure his heavy sack, one for each side. Eddie bit his lower lip as he watched the way Chrissy used him.  Her warm hands sweetly caressed his hips, gingerly fisting his cock as her tongue unraveled him.  He felt no shame or regret, he truly felt loved. 

“Looks like someone is enjoying himself,” she chuckled. With a wave of her other hand, she had his full length mirror levitate before him.  “Just look at you. So beautiful and so sexy.”

Eddie was too lost in love, nodding his head. He didn’t know what part of himself to focus on.  Seemed like most of his erogenous zones were being dealt with.  She turned around and fixed up her bangs, admiring herself and the man in her life. 

She addressed his reflection, “Obey me Eddie.  Obey me and love me for eternity.”  She beckoned him closer, the slippery limbs adhered and he was kneeled before her.  She nuzzled his neck, her voice like a content purr, “All I need from you is your loyalty and body.”  She tsked her tongue when he simply nodded, “Ah, ah, ah. I need to hear it from you, Eddie.”

It took all of his strength to answer her, “Yes, Chrissy, I’m- I’m yours!”

She kissed him and silently commanded the tendrils to place him down upon the bed.  They continued to please him as Chrissy’s hands massaged his sides, her nails piercing his skin.  Her tongue licked the dribbling blood, her enchanting saliva seeping into his bloodstream.  Eddie eyed the shape of her lower lips as she brought herself closer to his face.  

“Open up,” she commanded, groaning at the sensation of his tongue. 

Her consistency and taste even in this form was still just as addicting.  All he wanted was her and only her.  He was willing to do everything that his demonic Queen demanded of him.  This little, pathetic human mortal offered himself, his will and body to a Goddess of the Damned.  While his own tongue lacked in extreme length, he could still give her exactly what she wanted.  Slow and precise circles upon her engorged clitoris, flattened licks and short whippings upon her red hot petals, and blueprint like tracings along and within every little crevice and corner.  She may have had supernatural-like powers, but Eddie knew her body very well.  So much so that he remembered just how much she loved to have her nipples twirled when he ate her out.  The tentacles guided his hands to her breasts, allowing for him to truly embrace them. 

“Mmm, yes… ooh Eddie…”

Tender and hard were her puffy buds, so warm and so pretty no matter the angle.  His calloused thumbs rubbed the areolas first, looking up at the way she bit her bottom lip.  She looked down at her willing mortal man and adored the way those big chocolate brown eyes stared at her with absolute devotion and unconditional love.  Watching how those long fingers twiddled and teased her teats never failed to make her giggle.  She pressed herself further down onto his face, laughing in a cruel manner as she trapped him between her thighs.  His mouth continued to abide by her pleasure as his hands continued to grope her. 

“Yeah, you love when I do this to you, don’t you Eddie?” She happily noted as she gyrated her lower half.  “My stupid, little fuck toy.”

His whining moans only made her pussy throb harder, her delicious cunt salivating more into his parched throat.

She kept a good grip on his face, “You love it when I degrade you.”  Her fingers gently ran through his locks, “You love when I make you feel so small and weak.”

He could barely nod let alone move his head at all, he gave her a groan and quite frankly that was good enough for her.  If this was how Eddie Munson was going to die, then he would happily let death embrace him. 

Of course Chrissy wasn’t going to let that be the case anytime soon as she eased her fleshy bear trap just a bit, “Such a good, good little boy. So eager and so obedient.”

The contrasting moments between her harsh words and soft praises made his head spin.  He could only barely formulate words, his ability to think dwindling as he fell deeper and deeper into her spell.  She could sense and hear his increasing heart beat, it was all for her.  Chrissy removed herself from his pink lips, reaching down to kiss the extra moistened mouth with a loving peck before she sat beside him. Admiring every detail that his whole being had to offer to her demonic gaze.  His chest carefully rising and falling, his skin all aglow, his pupils large and wide, and his cock so achingly erect.  The appendage stood firm, the veins pulsing along his heaving flesh.  Her finger gently swiped the very top, humming as she relished the taste of his essence.  

Fuck, he was so handsome.  Delirious with lust and adoration, a bashful smile across his spaced out face.  The strong tentacles kept him down while the slimy floral like mouths kept pleasing his teats and his heaving sack.  She began to rub herself upon his leaking cock, swiftly and steadily motioning herself in a manner that made him tremble.  Her slickness coated his hot erection, nibbling her bottom lip as she lovingly danced on top of him.  Eddie groaned, feeling so free and safe with her.  He let out a louder moan as she barely let the tip slide in, letting herself gingerly squeeze around him.  His gaping mouth was suddenly filled with a tentacle, the appendage taking up space before retreating and commencing with its teasing act.  His throat tightened up and his eyes began to water. 

Chrissy patted the tentacle, whispering something foreign to it before it began to slow down. Proceeding to gentle thrust rather than fuck his mouth. There was so much he wanted to say, all he could do was proclaim it in his head. Chrissy smiled at the bombarding thoughts of love, her grin widening as she took in and listened to each and every one of them.  She floated above him to kiss his sweaty forehead, licking off the beads of perspiration upon his face and neck.  There was a certain saltiness and sweetness to his lathered up skin that tasted so good on her forked tongue.  

Her dark eyes watched him intently, no one else could compare to such beauty.  Nearly each part of him was experiencing some form of exotic pleasure.  His mind begged for her to lower her hips, grunting when she barely moved down half an inch.  A little was better than none, he was grateful knowing that all of this was because of her. He would gladly and obediently serve her for eternity.  

Her mocking laughter echoed in his ears, “Oh Eddie, sometimes I can’t help but find your impatience adorable.  Your mind is persistent. I can hear those thoughts pleading for me to fuck you.”  Without having to turn her head, she could feel a slimmer tentacle writhe within her palm, “Just one more thing, my precious boy.”  

Her closed fist began to jerk the appendage, thickening beads of a foreign substance began to emerge.  The thing was coated from tip to shaft, squirming and wriggling within her heated hand.  Chrissy whispered to it as well, keeping her eyes on Eddie as her lips moved.  He didn’t flinch in the slightest as the cool tentacle approached his backside.  Even with his restraints, he fully embraced the idea and quickly nodded, his brain prayed for her to carry on.  His hips were angled up, thighs spread further apart as the lubricated tip traced the shape of his soft ass.  Ever so slowly feeling the crevice in between both sides, he shuddered at the cold sensation dripping from the tentacle.  His toes curled as the tip very carefully and very slowly breached past his tight hole.  His wails were muffled, and so Chrissy grabbed the tentacle from his throat, and basked in the sounds of his heated yelps. 

“Fuck! Oh shit! Holy shit!” Eddie squealed, fully embracing the wiggling motion, arching his hips up further.

Chrissy stroked the wet limb, “You’re so sweet, baby.  That’s it, nice and easy.”

Eddie could only barely register her words, his mind too focused on the sensation.  The feeler was gentle with him, shallowing thrusting into his hole.  The nerves surrounding the sensitive cavity were working overtime with incredible glee, only further heightening the pleasant tension in his being; especially when his prostate was touched.  His erection was so painfully hard, ready to burst at any moment. Chrissy knew his body well, but even she was quite surprised at his resilience.  Well, all the more reason to test him with her new powers, in time of course.  Eddie’s knuckles were as white as snow, tongue hanging from his gaping mouth, and his eyes crossed.  He was unable to concentrate on anything.  She could read the emptiness of his hollowed out mind, nothing but dopamine neurons firing along the synapses; his primitive id had taken over. 

Chrissy slid her puffy labia along his shaft, gingerly cooing his name.  She looked at him up and down, pleased with herself and more than happy to watch him; still she’s denied herself long enough.  There was no need to tease him, he had joyously surrendered himself to her.  Eddie screamed when she encapsulated him, eyes tightly shut as she fucked him.  Her hips drilled and pounded, deliciously squeezing his cock when she pushed down.  Her new body had a higher sense of touch, every tingle was like a hot spark that she welcomed.  Sex demon or not, the thrill of it all, the chase towards that incredible high is what she wanted; with Eddie by her side the whole time.  

“Mmm! Eddie! Ooh, so good!” she groaned, moving faster.  “Fuck! You feel amazing!”

Her own body felt the rush of adrenaline swarming her.  The heat emitting from her skin rose, a vibrating tingle followed up her spine and into her skull.  She shook her hips, drawing shapes and letters with her lower half, pleasuring herself and Eddie in just the right places.  His body was lifted once more, Chrissy clinged her thighs tightly around him.  Never stopping her relentless pace of fucking him as the tentacles continued to touch, suck, and squeeze.  She grabbed his shoulders and pushed her delicious lips onto his, forcing her lengthy tongue further down his throat.  He missed the taste of her spit, gulping it down as she fucked his gullet.  He couldn’t hold on anymore, he had been screwed from here to oblivion.  She knew that he was ready cum, smiling around her reptilian tongue as it retreated from his gaping mouth. 

“Cum Eddie, do it. Fucking cum for me you filthy mortal!” Her grin widened when the tentacles worked harder, her pussy tightened up around his dick.

The blossoming mouths pulled and suckled his tender nipples and tightened sack.  The length within his rectum practically vibrated as the tip twirled and squeezed his prostate.  Her walls went from squishing to suffocating his cock, securing him with no means of escape until he filled her up.  He heard her speak, such meanness within her pretty voice; god how he loved her. 

Eddie shut his eyes, “Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” 

She grabbed his face, her voice causing the room to shake again, “Look at me when you cum!” 

He did what was told of him, his brown eyes never leaving her blood red irises, his voice so adorably whiny, “Chrissy… Chrissy!”

He let out a loud moan, well more like the kind of scream that would wake the dead from their slumber.  The kind that would make saints and servants of god look down from their clouds in disgust. The kind that would make the Devil very proud.  Eddie’s cock finally had the much needed release that he so desperately wanted.  Her cunt was crammed with his load, she relished in the sensation as her eyes received such a spectacular treat of witnessing her beloved fall into the deepest depths of sexual release.  He was her servant, her precious, little plaything.  Nothing else mattered to him, except her.  As blissed out as he was, he knew that he belonged to Chrissy, more so than ever now.

Her wings embraced his body, the tentacles began to slowly release him from their moistened bondage.  He wrapped his arms around her, breathing her in and never ever wanting to let go. He was as light as a feather in her hands, easing him down onto the mattress.  Their hearts could nearly feel each other, only separated by flesh alone.  She kindly cooed his name, finding it so sweet the way he buried his face in her neck. 

Her doting was genuine and true, “Eddie… Eddie, sweet baby.”

He nuzzled closer to her, closing his eyes as she felt her nails tenderly scratch the back of his head.  Oh, how he wanted to say her name, to tell her how much he adored her. Alas, his entire being was more than ready to abandon consciousness and allow sleep to take over.  Chrissy could hear each and every one of his beautiful thoughts. Still as loving and precious from the day they met again in the forest. 

She waited until he was fast asleep to return to Lilith.  Chrissy’s duty was to her Queen, like many others before and those after as well.  She didn’t want to leave the life that she had just started with Eddie, even if it meant that they could both live together in Hell.  Lilith recognized that sense of love in Chrissy’s eyes, she remembered that feeling from long ago.

“Do you think that I’m weak, your Majesty?” She asked, keep her head down. 

Lilith stood up and assisted Chrissy to her feet, “You are not weak, my child.  Love is a powerful force.”  She held her chin, “All I ask is for your allegiance and loyalty to me.”  Her fingers sweetly brushed through the strawberry blonde locks, “You are always welcome here, dearest Chrissy; you and Edward.”

Chrissy embraced the immortal Goddess in a tight hug.  Never had she felt such a motherly love from someone so kind and gentle.  

Lilith pecked the top of her head, her voice like a harp, “There is no weakness in love, Chrissy.  You can be the most powerful being for many centuries, and having your heart set on someone does not take away anything that makes you the being that you are.”

Chrissy muffled a choked up thank you to Her. Looking up and smiling as Lilith wiped away her tears.

She smiled back, gazing with pride and gratitude behind her dark eyes, “Chrissy, I only want you to be happy; whatever you decide to do.  My home is open to you, to Edward, and to all.”

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Come Heaven or Hell, I’ll Find You

Author: Deathinasmalltown

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/5

Description:

After Chrissy’s soul is released from Vecna’s clutches, and Eddie dies sacrificing his life for her, they’re each met with holy…and not so holy…deities, and they’re both given a choice.

Will their choices have these star-crossed lovers seeing each other again?

Tags: Post S4, Soulmates au, Demon!Chrissy, Angel!Eddie, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, they miss each other man, I'm going to cry, angst, I'm thinking angst, eventual smut, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[phantomrose96]

There's a popular tweet going around that's like "If you say your favorite anime is [string of Japanese words] and I find out that's just [English name of very generic popular anime] I'm shoving you into a locker"

And I take issue with that! Actually! Because it overlooks the context where some new anime starts airing--sub-only, referred to by its Japanese name only--which you and a micro-niche of like 4 of your mutuals decide to watch. And the only name it's ever called is the Japanese name, because there's no English speaking audience beside you and 4 weirdos reblogging gifsets from each other.

And then, months or years later, it blows up. Season 2 hits it big or some youtube personality does a waifu ranking of it and now Hot Topic is shilling its merch and Cosplay Tiktok is calling out some 14-year-old for race-faking and now someone asks you "hey what anime are you enjoying right now?" and you're like "oh I like [Japanese name]" and they have the audacity to go "scoff, you mean [English name]?"

Buddy! I was here first!! I've already established my tumblr tag for this!! Now I have to change in order to not be pretentious!? Because your favorite 16-million follower minecraft youtuber is wearing a skin from it now!!? This sucks. Put the minecraft youtuber back

[a-strange-inkling]

The Demons We’re Made Of

No Upside Down / Trauma AU

(heavy subject matter, please read tags over carefully, reader discretion is strongly advised)

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She carefully raised a hand, her unsteady fingertips whispering over the dark chasm under his eye, feeling the heat of the pain still radiating there. 

Eddie didn’t move, didn’t even wince at her touch, eyes open and staring straight into her.

“I just didn’t want him—any of them to hurt you.” she confessed, pulling away, her fingers falling to hook limply onto the fabric of his jean vest. A weak, desperate tether to keep her from drifting away from him again.

Chapter Seven is now live.

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

Wayward Son

The life of a demon hunter – saving people, hunting things – was a Munson family business, and it sent Eddie any which way fighting who knows what at any given moment. When a few demons wearing a local basketball team's skin suits cross his path, Eddie investigates the nearby town of Hawkins, but ends up finding more than he bargained for.

An early Supernatural monster of the week inspired Hellcheer au

Chapter One

[ebongawk]

How about ways Eddie and Chrissy deal with or comfort the other when the other is anxious or mad about something? You can choose who or do both, your pick 😊

It was abnormal to get home from work and have total silence in the apartment. Her husband (her husband, wow, she still got such a rush when she thought that) was a force of nature. Constantly in motion, he vibrated at a frequency that seemed to create its own energy from the rapidity of his molecules rubbing together. She jested often that someone needed to study him under a microscope, to find out what made him go.

She didn't really know until they moved in together that Eddie also had moments of stillness.

(Maybe she would've learned it, if anything about them had happened slowly. But the surety of them, of their crazy connection and natural way of being had Chrissy happily moving at an Eddie pace, instead of allowing him a moment to calm down, and the steps they took in their relationship were much closer to jetpack-equipped leaps across entire canyons. Almost-strangers to friends to lovers to apartment hunting to married in hardly six months. She'd loved every single moment of it.)

And there was beauty in that, too. Beauty in the quiet, in the contemplation he wore when he slowed down enough to relax. Sprawled across their couch with a book, his ankle calmly swaying back and forth to some rhythm she couldn't hear. Sitting with his back against the kitchen cabinet, notebook sprawled in his lap as he scratched pen against paper and wove new worlds into existence. Or outside on the fire escape, cigarette dangling from his lips as he passively tugged at a few guitar strings, not so much to create a melody as to ground himself. A reminder of his existence outside of his own mind.

But nothing was ever silent. If it wasn't Eddie himself making the noise, it was the soft thrumming of his tape deck playing at a volume acceptable to their complex of neighbors. It was the low murmur of the television, playing background noise as Eddie invested his concentration into drawing or painting, his imagination bleeding in rainbow cascades to invent entirely new colors from his artwork.

"Eddie?" Chrissy called, hanging her purse on the hook in the foyer (the one she'd installed herself! All on her own!) and toeing off her work flats before pattering more fully into their apartment.

The door was unlocked, which meant he was home. Eddie would forget to turn off the shower or leave the fridge open, but he'd never do something that would compromise Chrissy's safety. She knew that. Eddie always triple-checked the doorknob if he was leaving, just to make sure he locked it.

Besides a few new breadcrumbs on the counter, the kitchen was as she left it that morning. The throw blanket that normally sat on the back of their couch was crumpled against an arm – Eddie preferred it to a throw pillow because he could dictate how it sat against his spine. The bathroom light was on, and their bedroom door was closed––

Oh.

Their bedroom door was closed.

Okay. Chrissy nodded to herself, slipping back into the kitchen and grabbing a glass from the cabinet to fill with water. Then, she quickly made a sandwich – turkey, lettuce, mayonnaise, red onion – and sliced it into triangles. Eddie thought triangular sandwiches were hilarious, and he was normally too impatient to do it for himself.

Pattering back over to the door, Chrissy knocked five times, then turned the knob and let herself in.

Eddie was sitting up against the side of the bed, his back against the mattress and his hair a mess of riotous curls around his shoulders. Chrissy loved Eddie's hair. It was as crazy and untamable as he was, even despite the conditioner that she knew he'd started using under her influence.

Setting the snack and water on the nightstand, Chrissy crawled across the bed, kneeling just above his shoulders and gently scratching her nails against his scalp.

Knees raised and arms propped against them, Eddie kept his face resolutely hidden, his shoulders going rigid with Chrissy's gentle touch.

"I don't need it," he mumbled after a minute, twisting his shoulders like he could shrug her away.

"Okay," Chrissy responded, continuing her slow brush, fingertips running down the length of his neck over and over again.

"Just go away, Chris," he tried again. "I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, alright?"

"Alright," Chrissy agreed, shifting her hand until it was gliding back and forth across the length of his shoulders.

"Ugh, Jesus Christ," Eddie mumbled, scooching out of her reach and still keeping his face firmly tucked into his arms. Which was exactly what Chrissy needed, using the new bit of distance to slip behind him and wrap her arms around tightly his torso. Eddie stiffened in her embrace. She only hugged him tighter.

"Did you not hear me or something? I said go away," Eddie hissed, his voice thick where it escaped beneath his arms. Chrissy nodded against his spine, pressing her cheek there and listening to the rapid inflation and exhalation of his lungs.

"Heard you," she replied. "Remember what you told me, though? You said not to leave."

"Yeah, well, I fucking lied, alright? Leave."

She didn't let it hurt, even if a little pang echoed through her chest at his callous words.

The first time this had happened – something that triggered bad memories from his childhood, though Chrissy knew little beyond that; just that they were about his parents, typically, from before Wayne came in and fought for custody – he'd clammed up completely. And his clamming up made her anxious, which had her shutting down, which only made his emotions spiral further as he unintentionally pushed her away.

They'd talked about it in-depth, once the storm had passed and they were cautiously peeking at one another in hopes of sunshine, and Eddie had said what worked best was reminding him that he wasn't alone.

"I will try so fucking hard not to say dumb shit, sweetness, I promise. But I can't really guarantee it, because, y'know, there's a disconnect somewhere between brain and mouth. Hah. But I just... I need the reminder that you're there. The touch, the safety. I... Sometimes it's hard for me to remember that you chose me, you know?"

It had been a while since he had an episode like this. Chrissy had thought that maybe he was realizing that she was gonna keep choosing him, no matter what.

Chrissy chose to say nothing. She just squeezed him tighter, bringing her knees up around his hips so she could press as close as possible to his body.

Eddie scoffed. Sat, stone-still like a statue, as if waiting for her to get tired of his marble shoulder and leave. Because he expected her to, even if she'd spent the last year reminding him that it wasn't an option.

How could she possibly leave when she loved him so much?

It took a few minutes, but, ever so slowly, the tense muscles against her body began to relax. Rippling like the tide of a beach finally receding, until he was letting the tiniest amount of his weight rest against her. A few minutes more and his arms carefully came up to cradle hers, then squeeze. Squeezing even tighter, until she was smooshed up against their bed and he was trembling in her grasp. And still, she did not move except to fist her hands in his t-shirt, anchoring him to this little slice of reality they'd carved into the earth for themselves. Spilling every ounce of adoration she had directly into his flesh, until his breathing hitched and he was scrubbing his hands down the length of his face to stave off the tears.

"Shit," he gasped. "Shit, baby, I'm so––"

"It's okay," she told him before he could fall into his spiral of unnecessary apologies. "I'm here, Eddie, and it's okay. It's okay. I'm here."

Eddie nodded, bringing one of her hands up so he could kiss her palm. He pressed her hand to his forehead, holding it there like he needed some part of her as close to his brain as possible to extinguish the bad thoughts.

"You're my paladin, baby, you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"My knight in shining armor. The thing that gets between me and the shit I can't seem to let go of."

"My paladin," Eddie whispered against her wrist, kissing her there and gradually making his way up her arm.

It took some time, but eventually Eddie had enough fortitude to peel himself off the floor. Chrissy grabbed a tape at random and stuck it in the stereo, gently easing Eddie into the bed and climbing in next to him, sandwich and water in tow.

He pulled her legs across his lap, settling the plate between them as he thanked her profusely for the water.

And Chrissy knew he'd be okay.

Because when he looked at those little sandwich triangles, he laughed.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Was having some Angels and Demons feelings/thoughts and this happened! Just a sweet little meet cute type thing!

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Like, there's probably some place on earth that is a space for all the supernatural beings. And they aren't at war, they just kind of co exist,  though they do discourage mingling, at least Heaven does. Hell doesn't give a shit really as long as the temptations they need done get done.

So they're all hanging out there. Eddie is standing with Gareth near the back, they like to people watch. And then Eddie sees Steve for the first time and he's like ,

"Gareth."

Gareth does not answer. So he starts smacking his arm with the back of his hand like,

"GarethGarethGarethGarethGarethGar-"

"Holy shit WHAT?" Eddie just leans closer and is like,

"Do you see him?" And Gareth is nice so he leans back, follows Eddie's finger is like,

"Yeaaah. The guy with the hair? I see him." Gareth nods, his voice half dismissive. And Eddie just grabs at his arm, tugs on it.

"Yeah there's the hair. But look at his eyes. And his mouth. And hands. He's got nice hands. Wow. And his-"

"Eddie!" Gareth yells, slaps at Eddie til he looks at him.

"What? What?? Why are you hitting me?" Eddie nearly screeches and Gareth just gives him a look, the Kermit look, is what Eddie calls it, his lips pressed together, he looks unammused. Gareth nods, his eyes moving down, to Eddie shoes.

"Wha- oh shit!" Eddie's feet are on fire. His shoes steaming in the heat that he can't really feel. But he stamps around until the flames are gone, and then flails his hands to get his hair out of his face. Gareth helps smooth out his jacket once he settles, both of them sighing loudly.

"That hasn't happened in awhile." Gareth says, trying to sound put out but he's smiling.

"Yeah. At least it wasn't my tail this time." Eddie huffs, and then he hears Gareth's breath catch and he's holding Eddie's shoulders.

"Don't look now, but pretty angel boy is looking at you." He whispers it, conspiratorially, but Eddie misses the first part, whips his head around with a loud,

"WHAT!?!" and his tail smacks into someone walking past, carrying a tray of fancy colorful drinks, they all clatter to the ground, glass smashing. Eddie's eyes are wide as the angel laughs, eyes on Eddie.

And Eddie feels his ears burning, can feel the flames starting underneath his hair. Angel boy looks at the drinks on the ground, and snaps his fingers. The drinks fly back together and onto the tray. Eddie gapes, his mouth open, he can feel Gareth patting his hair, trying to put the flames around his head out, Eddie absent-mindedly slaps gently at Gareth, trying to push him away. His feet carrying him forward, Gareth moves with him.

"What are you doing?" He hisses, his hands still hovering around Eddie's hair. Eddie slaps at him for real now, turning to him and slapping him away.

"He laughed." Eddie says, his face all smiley and dopey. Gareth grabs his hands, stopping Eddie slapping him.

"So??? Angels aren't allowed to talk to us." Gareth hisses, trying to tug Eddie back to their little dark corner.

"But we're allowed to talk to them." Eddie says, struggling against Gareth's hold on him.

"Says who??" Gareth huffs, his arm snaking around Eddie's waist, half literal, the scales on his hands shining even in the low light. Eddie's eyes move back to the angel, he's still watching them, a soft smile curling his pretty lips. Eddie sighs, takes another step forward.

"Eddie please!" Gareth begs. Eddie turns to him, disentangles himself and grabs Gareth's shoulders.

"Gareth. I'm going to talk to that angel. And I'll put in a good word for you." He says, patting his cheek before turning away. The angel boy is taking a sip of something colorful when Eddie looks at him, his eyes on Eddie over his glass.

"Wait what? Put a word in? Why? I don't like him." Gareth whispers, still trailing after Eddie, swatting at Eddie's tail as it pushes against his chest, trying to keep him back. Eddie rolls his eyes, and turns back around.

"Not for him. For Chrissy. Idiot." He says it fondly, smiles when Gareth finally stops walking. His eyes bugging out, his hands flapping at his sides, scales growing up his neck and across his cheeks as he flushes.

"Eddie no!" Gareth calls, weakly. Eddie turns only his head this time, winking at Gareth.

"Eddie yes." He says, and promptly stumbles over his own feet. Nearly trips into the bar, right next to angel boy.

His chest hits the bar with a little "oof" and he stands quickly, patting down the front of his red velvet jacket as he gathers his footing, his hands stopping when he notices how close the angel is now, and he's still got that smile on his face.

"Hi." Eddie breathes. The angel huffs a laugh, shakes his head.

"Hi yourself." He takes another drink, eyes still on Eddie.

"Thristy?" The angel asks, licking his lips, they're so pink. And so pretty. And Eddie wants to ruin them.

"Parched." Eddie says, his eyes still glued to the angels mouth. It smiles again, says something to the waiter, and then he holds his hand out.

"I'm Steve." He says, still staring. Eddie wipes his warm palm on his thigh, slides it into Steve's, waits for the burning sensation, but it doesn't come. His brow furrows as he says,

"Eddie." His eyes move back to Steve's face. He shakes his hand, squeezes it, then lets it go. Eddie clenches his fist at the loss. The bartender sets a drink down, the angel, Steve. Slides the drink to Eddie.

"I didn't think angels were allowed to talk to us." Eddie says, takes a sip of the drink, it's fruity, blue raspberry he thinks, it's the same drink Steve is nursing. Steve shrugs, doesn't say anything. Until...

"Hey Eddie?" And fuck the way he says his name makes Eddie's stomach flutter, his voice angelic as it curls around the letters.

"Hmmm?" Eddie hums, his eyes locked on Steve, he can't seem to not look at him.

"Your hair's on fire." Steve sounds amused, Eddie rests his arm on the bar, then his chin in his hand, still looking at Steve.

"Heh. Yeaaaah. It does that." He sighs dreamily, using his free hand to pat at the ends of his hair, smoke rising under his fingers, as he blinks at Steve, still staring.

The laugh that bursts from Steve is like music, his skin feels like fire, flames crawling over him under his suit as Steve looks at him, laughing, his cheeks flushed and he leans into Eddie's space feely. He looks as giddy as Eddie feels and Eddie wants to touch so badly.

He can't.

Not here.

So he just smiles, takes a sip of his drink, his eyes locked on Steve. But Steve, this angel boy, must be thinking the same thing, even though he shouldn't be, he very much, should not be. But Eddie watches his eyes linger on his mouth as Eddie takes another sip and licks his lips clean, forked tongue peeking out between them.

Steve's teeth dig into his bottom lip and he downs the last of his bright blue drink in a hurry. He takes a step away from the bar, turns away, and Eddie’s heart drops, maybe he'd read it wrong. Maybe Steve had genuinely been laughing at him, but the drink, and eyes. And then Steve stops. His head turns, just a fraction.

"You comin or not... hot stuff?" Steve turns further then, smirking at him. Eddie's stomach flutters but he stumbles forward a step.

"Yeah. Yep. Definitely."

"Don't forget your drink. Since you're so parched." Steve drawls, his side facing Eddie now as he waits. Eddie looks back to the drink, to Steve, to the drink, back to Steve.

"I wasn't talking about the drink when I said that." Eddie says in a rush, wiping his sweating palms on his thighs. Steve snorts a laugh, it makes Eddie's skin feel tingly.

"I- I know that. Just-" he huffs again, a fond smile on his face as he looks at Eddie.

"C'mon." He nods his head in the direction he'd been headed, toward a door Eddie had never noticed before. Eddie swallows, narrows his eyes, just a fraction, at Steve's hand, hesitating.

"What? Don't you trust me?" He asks, his voice level, eyebrows twitching in what Eddie thinks might be amusement.

"I don't- I don't know." Eddie says, his voice small, he swallows, hard. Steve's face softens and he steps forward, into Eddie's space.

"Hey. You can trust me. I'm an angel after all." He winks, but slides his hand into Eddie's. And Eddie notes that once again it doesn't burn his skin, he frowns as he says,

"Yeeeah... that's what I'm worried about."

"It only hurts if they want it to hurt." Steve whispers, answering the question Eddie hadn't asked, giving him a small smile when he blinks at him, frown softening.

"You wanna come with me?" Steve asks, his voice still soft, quiet.

"Am I allowed to? Is this- I mean are you- You won't get in trouble?" Eddie stammers, feeling more flames kick up around his ears. Steve's eyes move to the smoke and then back to Eddie's face, he shrugs.

"I might. You might be worth it." Steve whispers, winks, and then he's tugging on Eddie's hand before he can ask anymore stammered questions. Pulling him through the mingling crowd, angels and demons swirling through Eddie's vision as he leaves firey footprints in his wake. He catches a glimpse a flailing Gareth on the edge of the crowd and waves, before getting a chestful of Steve.

"Sorry sorry sorry." Eddie breathes, patting at Steve's bright white shirt, trying to wipe away the soot marks he'd left, only making it worse with a grimace.

"It's fine. You're fine." Steve breathes into his laughter.

"Hey by the way, you wouldn't happen to know if this angel named Chrissy has your same... predilection, for demons, would you?" He asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Steve's face falls, just a bit, and Eddie squeezes his hand, hurriedly continuing.

"Oh no not for me! I have this friend. The one I was with earlier. Gareth. And he uh- he's got a big ol crush on her." Eddie explains. Steve beams at him, his smile blinding.

"He a good guy?" Steve asks, serious all of a sudden.

"He's the sweetest. A little tightly wound but, I will admit, that might be partially my fault." Eddie ducks his head, rubs at the back of his neck. Steve laughs again, nods.

"Good. She needs a good guy. I'll put a good word in." He smiles, leans closer, Eddie's breath catches in his throat as Steve's nose almost touches his and then he's swaying away again, looking as dazed as Eddie feels.

"Ready?" He breathes, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"As I'll ever be. I think." Eddie shrugs, threads his fingers between Steve's and yelps as Steve pulls the door open and yanks Eddie through it. 

[chaosgremlinmunson]

Possessed by Love

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“So, you finally let me spot you. Took you long enough.” He ran a finger down the bare torso of the demon in front of him, “I want to make a deal.”

The demon quirked an eyebrow at him, but nodded curiosity getting the better of him.

“I will give myself to you, however, wherever, whenever you want. My mind, body and soul will yours to possess.” He began his hands still trailing down until they tested on the demon's hips, “I just ask you to help both my uncle and sister, give them both long, healthy and lucky lives. If you do this I will be yours eternally. Do with me what you wish.” He finished licking his lips.

The demon tilted his head for a moment before raising one hand and snapping a contract appearing in his taloned hand. “Deal.” He began his voice a deep otherworldly timber, “You will be mine, and they will have all the things you asked. You will have three days to say your goodbyes and then you will be coming with me.”

Eddie gulped, he'd thought perhaps the demon would stay on this plane, not that he planned to devour him so entirely to his death within just a few days.

“Oh, no, little one, you're not dying, but you will be my bride and rule hell alongside me.” He grinned licking a canine and leaning in towards the shorter man, “You can have anything you desire, just agree to be mine. I will not steal anything except your heart.” He whispered closer to his ear as he shivered.

[toasterfuloftoast]

Oh Chrissy...what to do with you. This is Chrissy, an odd child. No one knows where Chrissy comes from or if she even has a family. One things for sure, she's creepy and doesn't speak much. The only thing she knows how to say is her name and the word no. There's very few facts people DO know about Chrissy. She's cold to the touch, She hates basements or anything underground, she can hide in shadows, and she loves warm things. If she's not watched frequently, she will start fires in a vain effort to make herself warm. Besides her fondness for committing arson, she's mostly harmless and would rather spend her days scaring people.

[toydrill]

a cry for help in 52-hertz

[poolsidepanic]

a demon!cunningway moodboard i made a lil while ago

[taibobo]

wails and sobs

[a-strange-inkling]

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

Wayward Son moodboard

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[thediktatortot]

Throwing out this idea into the world.

Demon Slayer AU

Steve as Tanjiro

Billy as Inosuke

Chrissy as Nezuco

Eddie as Zenitsu

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Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell

Author: copperleaves

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

Chapter Count: 7/7

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

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