#Stranger things 4

[thesandyfreak]

Not in a good mind to finish the Gaalee fic but this wonderful art has just remembered me that I have one lost Kas Eddie fic written in some notebook around here, if I find it I may finally let it see the daylight

eddie munson’s ultimate form as kas the bloody-handed

you can get a print here: inprnt!  

[bylertruth3r]

ST5 EPISODE TITLES

from here

so episode 4 is about Will and focused on Byler

she's gonna go missing but at least Mike and Will are gonna look for her together in the upside down <33 (and maybe that's where they're gonna confess and kiss?)

THE OG PARTY

i wonder if Dustin and Lucas are gonna ask Mike why he's wearing Will's shoes.. i hope they do that would be funny

they also posted Jopper and Jancy (and Rovickie's chairs)

[stevesgother]

The 4th - S.H

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI NSFW, cursing, drinking, characters are all of age, takes place after the events of ST3, slight exhibitionism only bc they’re technically outside, it’s that slightly awkward but endearing sex you have when you fuck someone you like for the first time. It's realistic. Sue me.

AN: first time writing smut, i'm so nervous. fast times au?? If you squint?? the last half isn't proofread bc i simply cannot bring myself to read my own smut

‘American Woman’ by The Guess Who blares loudly from a twin pair of Hitachi speakers stationed on Steve Harrington’s back deck. On the hottest day of the year, The Party had decided to congregate at the only non-public pool they had unlimited access to.

To his relief, Steve had been assigned to grill duty again. The cherry red bikini you had sauntered through his sliding glass door wearing was starting to seriously inconvenience him. He had his Ray Bans on, albeit low on the bridge of his nose, to disguise where his gaze had been lingering all afternoon; the large propane grill hiding his lower half.

Lounging poolside on your towel, you hear before you feel a large ‘SPLASH’, and suddenly you’re soaked head to toe in overly chlorinated pool water.

“Ugh! Henderson!” you scold as you stand to replace your now drenched towel. The cheeky boy looks up at you from where he floats in the pool and mouths a half-hearted ‘Sorry’. 

“Steve! Would you happen to have an extra towel?” you shout to him as you hold up your ruined one, shooting him a deadpan expression. “Yeah, ‘course,” he sets down the grill tongs and awkwardly shuffles his way inside, keeping his back to you. Weird, you think.

Steve caught one look at you, hair wet and dripping, water beading down your neck and disappearing among the curve of your breasts; nipples taught from the sudden shock of cold water and visible through the fabric of your swimsuit, and he was grateful for the reprieve inside would offer him.

After close to 15 minutes of no Steve and more importantly, no towel, you decide to venture into the spacious house yourself. “Steve! – Oh!-” you startle as you run chest to chest into him, both turning a corner. “You scared me,” you chuckle awkwardly with a hand to your racing heart, “I was just wondering where you went,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Yeah no, sorry, I just uh- got distracted,” he says, avoiding contact and handing you the fresh linen. You glance down, and notice the slight tent in his maybe too-tight swim trunks. You feel the heat of a rosy blush crawl up your cheeks, and a sudden flip of your stomach. Were you really the reason why he was acting so strange? That felt incredibly presumptuous of you.

“Well um…” you trail off, trying to keep your cool, “thanks. For the towel, I mean.” Steve had never made you feel so awkward and uncertain before. Something about the newly exposed skin and the salty smell of sweat mixed musk that radiates off of him from this proximity making your mind short circuit.

 –

When the cookout had dwindled down to just the adults and the sun dipped just below the trees, a joint had started to be passed around your small circle. “Well, we should probably head home,” Nancy announces in her usual demure tone, grabbing Jonathan’s hand helping him to stand. A chorus of goodbyes echo throughout the group, eventually leaving just you, Steve, Robin and Eddie.

An exaggerated yawn escapes Robin as she declares she’s exhausted and needs Eddie to drive her home in his rinky dink van.

“C’mon man! I just rolled this joi-”

Robin cuts him off with a harsh clear of her throat and an even harsher jab to his ribs.

“I. Really think. We. Should. Go.” She punctuates each word with a forced smile. Why was everyone acting so fucking odd today? You try to send her a panicked glance, fearing the potential awkwardness of being left here alone with Steve.

Being best friends with both of you, she was well aware of the searing crushes the two of you had on each other. This barbeque was her opportunity to light a fire under your asses to do something about it.

“That’s okay, Rob. Go home if you’re tired.” Always the gentleman. Right now you could kick him for it. If Robin notices your glaring, she doesn’t acknowledge it as she rises to her feet and heads toward the gate leading to the driveway.

“Bye losers!” She waggles her fingers at you as they make their exit, sending you a subtle wink that sets your cheeks ablaze. You now know without a doubt that this was intentional.

A hand on your knee as he says, “I can walk you home if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. We can finish the joint at least,” you smile timidly at him. Free weed wasn’t easy to come by these days, what was the harm in staying just a little longer?

–

2 hours later, you’re lying shoulder to shoulder on the rough concrete surrounding the Harrington’s pool. The joint had been snuffed out on the ground between you an hour ago, but with your thoughts dulled like this it was becoming increasingly easy to bask in the space you two had created for each other. The desire to turn heel and run with your other friends had long fizzled out.

“Hey, what was up with you today?” you ask after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “You just seemed really off,”

He looks suddenly nervous, “Oh I uh– I don’t know. Julys’ always a weird month for me, I guess,” he lies, carding a hand through his hair.

Taking the hand that’s not in his hair in your own, you ask, “Are you doing okay?” When he turns his head to meet you, your sincerity makes him blush - neck to ears. Your faces are closer than he thought they would be. He can count every eyelash from this proximity.

“Yeah– you know what,” He clears his throat, “I’m actually really warm,” he sits up clumsily as he pulls his shirt over his head by the collar, ruffling his hair and exposing the constellation of freckles and moles he has spattering the skin on his toned back.

“Okay–” You go to stand with him but he’s already dove into the pool. When he breaches the surface, he shakes his hair out like a dog and grins at you. You can’t help your eyes wandering to the dark patch of hair covering his chest. You’re starting to feel that warmth he had been complaining of.

“You gonna come in? Or just stand there and gawk?” He laughs as he floats over to you.

So you peel your shirt off and watch him stare intently as you unbutton your shorts, letting them drop to your feet. A less than elegant swan dive and you’re disappearing under the artificially blue water. The sudden coolness of it shocks you, sobering you up a bit.

You’re much more graceful than the boy when it’s your turn to come up for air, gently pushing back the hair that sticks to your face. He swims over to you unsuspectingly, then in the next breath and with a mischievous grin he lifts your body over his shoulder and essentially bodyslams you back under the surface.

More than the gesture itself, what shocks you the most is the warm expanse of his broad shoulders caressing you. You both emerge laughing, “Asshole!” you swat at his chest playfully.

When the laughter dies and fizzles out into an anxious energy, the air is filled with a sort of anticipation. The two of you are bobbing in the pool, faces no more than an inch apart.

“You have got to stop looking at me like that,” you whisper, breathlessly.

Just then he surges forward and presses his lips firmly to yours. The kiss is close-mouthed and chaste at first, giving you a chance to pull away. When you don’t take the opportunity, he deepens it. Your wet hands move to hold his face, breaching the water with a small splashing sound and his strong arms hug you at the waist, bringing you impossible closer. Pressed up against him like this you can feel all of him. The scratch of curls on his chest, the bulge of his biceps around your middle, the hard length of him pressed against your thigh.

Gasping into the kiss, you give him the opening he needs to lick hotly into your mouth, eliciting a breathy moan from your chest that sends Steve reeling. He starts to slowly kick his legs, swimming to push your back up against a vinyl clad wall.

Your lips move to lick the vein that runs down his neck, then up to a spot just below his ear. He groans when you take his earlobe gently into your mouth. Grasping your cheek in his hand, he forces your face out of the refuge his neck had provided from his intense gaze.

“Can I touch you?” He shudders when he speaks, having dreamt about this exact moment for years. Your response is an enthusiastic nod and another searing kiss to his lips - plush and pink and made for your own.

Steve’s knee moves to rest bookended between your thighs, keeping you open for him. In the water, he can’t feel how pathetically wet you are beneath your bright red bikini bottoms. You’re thankful for that, but even so, the whine that you release when his swift fingers push aside the fabric and start slowly massaging your clit is enough to give you away.

Your grip on his shoulders tightens, leaving small crescent shapes in his perfect skin. “Oh!-- God, keep doing that,” you pant.

“You like that, baby?” Steve tries to sound suave. Mr. Confident. King Steve. Honestly, he’s terrified. He has half a mind to stop and ask you to pinch him, not entirely convinced this is even real. But the sweet, sweet sounds you’re making are enough to persuade him otherwise.

“Yes! Ah– please, don’t stop,” you beg, even though you don’t have to. Steve’s positive he would do just about anything you asked of him right now. You have the sudden urge to return the favor, reaching down between your two bodies and palming him through his swim trunks.

“Oh -- my God, don’t,” he warns, the sheepish smile on his face signals to you that he’s not actually uncomfortable, “I’ll come in my pants like a damn teenager,” he gives an embarrassed chuckle.

Growing desperate for more, you say, “I want you to fuck me.” with an impossible finality. It makes Steve’s breath hitch in his throat.

“Wh-what?” He needs to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Steve. I need you to fuck me. Now.” Your voice is slightly muffled as you begin to press open-mouth kisses to his neck again.

“Oh my God,” The boy sounds absolutely wrecked already, barely able to contain himself. His hands fumble blindly for the ties on your bikini bottoms and he pulls when he finds them. Unwrapping you like his very own Christmas present.

You pull his trunks down and over his hips, just enough to fish his red and swollen cock out, careful to not let them fall to the bottom of the pool lest someone have to dive and retrieve them. You line him up hurriedly with your entrance, but he stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“Are you sure about this?” His brows furrow in that way they always do, when he's unsure. He has a crinkle above his nose.

“Yes” you half moan before getting a look at his face, “Wait, are you?”

“Yes! Yes– of course. I just– want you to be sure,” He kisses you softly after he asks

It’s so tender, you feel so safe with him like this. You fear you might be falling in love.

“I promise, I’m su–Oh!” he slides into you without warning, nearly knocking the breath out of you. He lets out a guttural groan into the space where your shoulder meets your neck as he starts to keep a steady rhythm.

“God, you feel so good,” he pants into your open mouth, “i’ve wanted this for so long,”

His words have you keening. He wraps his broad arms fully around you now, hugging you close as he pistons his hips into you. Repeatedly hitting that spot inside your walls where you need him the most.

“Oh, Steve!” you moan loudly, no longer concerned about the neighbors hearing you. The pool water begins to form waves from Steve’s thrusting and splash up onto the concrete beside your head.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” you can feel his hips stuttering slightly.

“Steve!” He whines directly into your ear when you say it, you never would’ve thought he’d be so vocal.

“Touch yourself baby, I’m close,”

You do as you’re asked and start to keep a frenzied pace on your sensitive bud. Having both kinds of stimulation, mixed with Steve’s sweet praise, is sending you closer and closer to your edge.

As you reach your high, Steve can feel your warm pussy clench around him, making him hurtle towards his orgasm with you.

With a strangled cry, “fuck- I'm cumming,” You finish together as hips slow and he rides out his orgasm with you. His body curls in on itself and he trembles slightly. You run a warm, soft hand through his hair and down his back, soothing him through the intensity of it.

“Shit- my parents are going to kill me,” he laughs and kisses you again.

Maybe you did like swimming. Just a little bit.

tags: @daisy-munson, @megxplryxb

[ryan-waddell11]

wow

[mashkdemss]

Hi, this is my first post!! :D my version of fem byler💙💛

[mskingbean1989]

Mike Boy kisser

[evilbookworm]

good morning byler nation just a reminder that Mike needed Will to encourage him to deliver the monologue in s4, but the one he gave to Will in s2 was from his heart.

[iatedit]

the fucking audacity lmao

gif was found on pinterest. pls let me know who to tag for creds.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

"Then why doth lies spout so easily from thine cakehole?"

The way I laughed at this 😂 Way too hard. Like Eddie’s cock.

"Worst sacrifice ever. Way too eager. Knew I should've hunted down a virgin… but they're just so damn hard to catch, y'know?"

DID YOU NOT? I mean look how quickly he shot his load, you’re having the same experience either way 😂

"Okay," Eddie whispers, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. You cup his face, then lean down to kiss him.

Not EW being sweet and Eddie being okay with just staying there. 😭🥰

You set it aside and admire the cream-coated mountain of cock in front of you.

^^ again, snort laughed

The Sacrifice Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman makes an offering to the Prince of Darkness. Contains: A gift fit for a god, a little bit of bondage, some sticky substances, biting, tongue action, two ridiculous freaks in love. Words: 1k

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"Prince of Darkness, thine offering is ready."

"Please," Eddie begs. You shift on your knees, glaring down at him in warning. He shuts his mouth and squirms under your stern gaze, a slight sheen of sweat glimmering on his bare body in the light of the flickering candles. He's beautiful. He's helpless. He's tied spread-eagled to the bedposts.

"Silence, sacrifice," you spit, raising your weapon in the air and preparing to strike.

A slight movement from below catches your eye. He's awfully hard for a person who's about to be sacrificed, but hey, they don't call Eddie Munson a Satanic Freak for nothing.

"But I've been a good boy," he pouts. A bead of precum escapes from his tip, and you have to resist the urge to bend down and lick it off.

"Then why doth lies spout so easily from thine cakehole?" you ask, looking down at him with a quirked eyebrow.

Eddie snorts, and you scare the smirk off his face with a glare. You shake your weapon threateningly without breaking eye contact, enjoying watching his eyes widen in anticipation. He licks his lips.

Enough.

You bring the metal downward, quickly, and Eddie scrunches his eyes shut and stiffens.

You stop just before you make contact with his skin and press the nozzle at an angle. A gurgling sound fills the room, making Eddie's eyes fly open. When the cool whipped cream flies out of the can and makes contact with his hot chest, he yelps in surprise and tugs at his restraints. You reach out with your free hand and find his forehead, pushing him back down on the bed so you can draw the whipped cream bat on his chest without him ruining it by moving.

When your work is complete, you set the can aside and look upward. You raise your arms to the ceiling and close your eyes.

"In the name of all that is sick and twisted, I sacrifice thee, Edward Munson!" You pause for a few seconds. "Lord Ozzy, Devourer of Bats, come claim thine prize!" You wait a beat and open one eye. "Anytime now, Prince of Darkness!" Nothing. You open both eyes, drop your arms to your sides, and sigh in defeat. "Fine, I guess I'll keep him."

Eddie lies still, waiting for you to make the next move. He doesn't really have much of a choice.

Your attack is sudden. He barely has time to flinch when you pounce, leaning over to lick the whipped cream off of him, starting with the tip of a wing. By the time you get to his nipple, he's writhing so much that you have to hold him down; one hand on his neck, one just shy of his happy trail. Next time you'll have to tie him tighter.

"Stop," you warn between licks, "moving."

"Can't," he pants.

You growl and continue your trail across his chest, licking off the sugary bat as you go. When you reach his other nipple, you circle it with your tongue before giving it a bite. Eddie tenses. A warm drop splashes on your hand. You tug at his nipple with your teeth, and he releases the rest of his load with moans sweeter than the whipped cream you've just licked off of him.

When his body relaxes, you rise to your knees and look down at him. He stares up at you with a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes.

"Pathetic," you smile, wiping the back of your hand and the drops on his stomach with the t-shirt you'd stripped off of him before tying him up. "Worst sacrifice ever. Way too eager. Knew I should've hunted down a virgin… but they're just so damn hard to catch, y'know?"

Eddie chuckles sleepily, and you toss the shirt aside.

"Here," you say, reaching over to scoop up the last of the whipped cream with your finger. "Clean yourself up." You bring your finger to his mouth. He eagerly parts his lips to suck the cream off, eyes glimmering wickedly in the candlelight the entire time.

"Look at you," you admire, extracting your wet fingers to trace his jawline. "You're so fucking pretty like this, I'm never gonna untie you. I'm gonna keep you right here forever."

"Okay," Eddie whispers, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. You cup his face, then lean down to kiss him. You're not sure if it's the whipped cream still on his tongue or just him that's overloading your senses with sweetness.

Oh. Right. Whipped cream. You break the kiss to pick up the can and give it a shake.

"We should probably finish this off," you sigh. "Not much left. Not even worth walking back to the fridge for."

Eddie's eyes flick from you to the can. He licks his lips.

"What do you think we should do with it?" you ask deviously.

As if on cue, his cock magically twitches to life again.

"It's like you read my mind," you grin, reaching down to help him reach his full potential. When he's rock-hard and dripping again, you reach for the can and give it a final shake. "Brace yourself," you warn with a smirk.

Eddie moans sinfully when you begin to spray the cool cream around his raging erection. There's just enough left to cover him. He flinches when the can begins to hiss, empty at last. You set it aside and admire the cream-coated mountain of cock in front of you.

"I'm glad the metal gods weren't in the mood for a sacrifice tonight," you grin, tilting your head to look at Eddie's eyes, black and shining in the flickering light of the candles. "Because this is all mine."

And then you take the offering for yourself.

[infiniteentertainment]

[kingrhyth]

Stranger Things 5 please bring back Eddie Munson and give hima dramatic fallen angel story please and thank you xxxx

[nebulaoz]

my kas theory!!!

since the real episode names have been released, one caught my eye.

"Escape From Camazotz."

now, theyve been advertising The Hellfire Club and Eddie Munson A LOT lately

for example, the tostinos, bath and body works collection and the makeup collection.

now, if we know stranger things we know they are so specific on their advertisings.

okay so, eddie is FOR SURE coming back.

but not as a human, as Kas the Destroyer.

they always mention the monsters in dnd as the real ones. they mentioned kas in the "No! He's dead! Kas killed him! (vecna)"

and coincidently enough, they introduced the bats that were NEVER there before.

quick explanation about Camazotz.

Camazotz is a vampire overlord or whatever (idk im not that nerdy)

but guess what Kas is?

a vampire.

Kas the Destroyer/Bloddy Handed.. whatever.

Eddie is coming back as a vamp!

(also steve perking up after hearing if vecna is a vampire lmao)

[bylertruth3r]

i still can't believe the fact that we're gonna see Mike and Will at school together again while they're boyfriends, the it couple of Hawkins High

3 gays looking at each other

[fyeaheddiemunson]

FINALLY

[tetri-mina]

HAPPY STRANGER THINGS DAY!!!!

[sapphicslut777]

HAPPY STRANGER THINGS DAY!!!!