#southern eddie munson

[hawkinsbnbg]

anytime, darlin'

prompt: guard | word count: 532 | rated: T | tags: mutual pining, strangers to lovers, shotgunning, dom/sub undertone | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

Stumbling through the exit door, Steve moved to lean against the nearest wall, fingers rubbing at his throbbing temple.

He liked Alibi Tarven—away from Hawkins and served good beers—but the place could be overwhelming sometimes. And tonight, it seemed, had proved to not be his friend.

He rummaged in his pockets for the Marlboro pack, cursing under his breath when he dropped the only cigarette left. Before he could crouch down to retrieve it, a ringed hand beat him to it and caused Steve to jump a little.

With his tunnel vision, he didn't realize someone had already been there, especially not the hot bartender—Eddie—who had barely said a word to him and still managed to sneak into many of his (wet) dreams lately.

Maybe it was those sharp eyes, tattoos, that Southern drawl and low bun. Maybe it was those toned forearms, long legs, and lean build. Whatever it was, Steve kind of figured he wasn't as straight as he thought.

(Not necessarily a big deal. But he was still grateful Robin had held his hands while he steamrolled through his crisis.)

If Eddie heard his startled yelp, the man didn't say anything. Instead, Eddie offered to light the cigarette for him, which Steve declined politely because he refused to put the soiled butt into his mouth.

He shoved his trembling hands into his pockets. Another side effect after Starcourt. Annoying, but far more tolerable than those persistent nightmares and migraines.

Wordlessly, Eddie fished out a joint and lighted it, took a drag, and exhaled tendrils of smoke while regarding him with those hooded eyes.

“You trust me, sweetheart?”

Steve gaped, caught off guard by the question. But he must be crazy, because despite them being strangers still, he found himself nodding.

It was enough for Eddie to step closer and plant a hand by his head.

“Open up.”

As if possessed, Steve complied, trying to not gasp when their lips almost touched, curling his tongue to keep the smoke fed to him.

Then he inhaled, feeling his tremor subsided, limbs loosened as tension bled out of him.

“There you are,” Eddie smiled lazily, giving his heart a heavy thud. “Feelin’ better, yet?”

“Mhm,” he nodded slowly, eyes big and shiny as they glanced up through his lashes. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, darlin’,” Eddie drawled, all low and sexy.

“I’m Steve,” he blurted out, blushing. “But I can also be your, uhm, sweetheart.”

Inside his head, Robin put a tally mark on the ‘You Rule’ column.

“So sweet, huh?” Eddie thumbed his bottom lip, dark eyes glinting with amusement and something akin to fondness. “Made of sugar, aren't you?”

“I am,” Steve giggled, hooking his hands behind Eddie's neck. “Wanna have a taste?”

As if waiting for just that, Eddie grinned, strong arm snaking around his waist possessively, big hand swallowing the back of his head, pulling him into a bruising kiss.

The morning after, Eddie would ask him to stay for breakfast, and he’d agree without doubt, not knowing Eddie had plans, not knowing he was going to be wooed and adored until he became molasses.

But he would, eventually. When Eddie continued loving him every day. And ever and after.

[steviewashere]

What if Eddie dying in the Upside Down was the only way to end his time loop?

CW: Suicide, Eddie's Sacrifice as Suicide (in a way?), Blood, Canon Typical Violence, Major Character Death (hopefully this is obvious)

He's seen it all before. Chrissy and her bones snapping. Patrick and his bones snapping. Nancy with her eyes rolled back. Steve's bleeding back, the road rash on his arms. He tosses the vest. He starts the RV. He pats Dustin's head. Nancy saws the gun. Max rocks it to Kate Bush. He's seen it all before.

The first time—

Dustin died. Eddie came hobbling after him, ankle twisted and multiple bones in one foot fractured. He limped the whole way, groaning like a zombie. His shield and spear were still tight in his hands, or held tighter just in case. And then, in the clearing, surrounded by hundreds of little velvet bodies, Dustin laid limp. Eddie held him, sobbed over him, too late. Dustin was smaller, Dustin was easier to chew, he was gone before Eddie had the chance to say goodbye. He didn't know what to do, how to be, if he should find a soft spot to bury the body, if they needed to lug him back and just accept the death penalty—the scorn. But he didn't move. Just sat, hunched.

Until Steve came along, ripping him back from Dustin's body. There was a punch, then two, a third. And somewhere in the chaos, Eddie heard something clatter to the ground. In the haze of his vision, he caught the long nose of Nancy's shot gun. It was still sawed off, loaded. In an impulsive, split second decision, he stood on the left side of Dustin's body, Steve and the others hovering over Dustin's right, he raised the barrel of the shotgun to his mouth—

Bang.

He blinked back to Chrissy in the woods, aimlessly looking at the trees, looking for a clock that wasn't there.

The second time—

Steve died. It went about the same way. Except he was heavier, exhausted, moist with his own blood. Babbling on and on. "Protect 'em. Gotta...gotta..." and "R'bin band...basketball...game T'sday..." and "Tell Mom 'm...sorry...sorry...'m sorry".

He held firm to Steve's hands. Big, heavy hands in his grip. Not even holding on, just limp to grasp. And, with the shifting blue sky, something glinted in the corner of his eye. The axe.

Steve babbled, spewed more apologies. His eyes distant to the sky above him. Fresh tears cleaning dirt from his cheeks. His lips didn't part very far, just enough for those mumbled letters to come out. And when Eddie let go, Steve didn't respond, his hands falling back loosely to his sides.

I hope this hurts.

He blinked back to Chrissy in the woods, aimlessly looking at the trees, looking for a clock that wasn't there.

The third time was Robin.

The fourth time was Nancy.

The fifth was Lucas.

The sixth time—

Dustin was crying over him.

He expected it to hurt. To hurt a whole lot. A whole hell of a lot. Except, now, experiencing it, he didn't move so the pain was subdued. He saw the sky that Steve did. Blank of stars, dark as the sea. An ocean he only visited once or twice with his mom. He felt the ground as Dustin did. Cold against his warm wounds. Just as sheets used to be, where his dad wouldn't lay, and so he cuddled up to his mom. Her fingers combing through his curls, singing softly under her breath.

She had tens of records, buried in milk crates, scattered around the various rooms of their little house in Louisiana. There had always been a looseness to her, this carefree sway in her arms as she danced the two of them around the room. He was always shorter than her—she was gone too young—so he stood on her toes, probably crushing and crackling all her fresh pedicures. They had a whole lot of outdoor dinners, under a vast dark sky, cold grass at their toes, gumbo stained at the corners of their mouths.

Dying young scared him. It always did. Does now. She couldn't say much about where she was going. Just told him to keep on with his bible reading, bowing his head during prayer, to be neat with communion. That Uncle Wayne would take him to service, a real nice service where they dressed up and celebrated life, longevity. That he'd be going over the hills, around the mountains, across the river, home with Wayne. He always liked Wayne—he was real sweet, quietly polite, gruff in a gentle way. She wanted him to do great things once he got to Indiana.

Was this it?

The great big thing?

He looked away from the sky for a brief, dizzying moment. To gaze back at Dustin, still crying these nauseous, heaving things. He couldn't move, it'd hurt like hell if he did. The blood on his tongue started to taste like pork sausage—metallic and barely sweet—one step closer to the gumbo of his childhood. There were voices distantly, husky and quiet, on low like the bluegrass records. He opened his mouth a smidge, just as Steve did.

"Tell Mama...tell...tell my Mama I'll see 'cross the river," he hopes he got out. His tongue was too heavy, though. And Dustin looked too confused to mean anything right. But he said his peace, bowed his head a tad like gearing for prayer.

The next time he woke up, the grass was cold under his toes and the bowl of gumbo sat heavy in his belly, Woody was crooning in the other room, his mom's fingers were combing through his hair. "Welcome home, bubba," she said. And, yeah, that sounded right.

[starrystevie]

allergy season attacks hawkins particularly badly one year and it hits steve like a freight train. stuffed nose, headaches, body chills, fatigue, the works. he's never been good at being sick; he gets too whiney and too dependent on those around him even though he can indeed get out of bed to make his own bowl of cereal. and poor eddie has no idea what to do so he makes steve the thing his momma would make him when he was sick, the cure all to feeling better: chicken and dumplings.

eddie's in the kitchen for hours as he tries to perfect the recipe, calling up wayne to help decipher his sister's handwriting from an old recipe rolodex, shooing steve out of the kitchen when he comes in moaning and pitiful and seeking cuddles. the dumplings might turn out too tough and lumpy and the broth a little too salty, but he's proud of himself nonetheless. eddie carries the bowl into their room on a little tray with a gentle smile and extra biscuits on the side, and pulls a chair up to the bedside to spoonfeed steve like the miserable baby he is all because of a stuffy nose.

but the first bite has steve grimacing, causing eddie's smile to shift into a frown as he blows on another bite so it won't be too hot.

"you don't like it?" eddie asks, pouting and giving the puppy dog eyes to end all other puppy dog eyes.

and steve doesn't have the heart to tell him that he's never liked chicken and dumplings, even when his great-grandma made it that one time she visited and made the dumplings from scratch. so he forces himself to smile, forces his face to unpinch and happily take another bite as eddie offers it.

"no, it's not that," he says as well as he can around a mouth of food and stopped-up nose. "just can't taste all that much right now, you know 'cause of the mouth breathing and stuff, and that bite was just a bit too hot and... umm..."

with no more excuses coming to his allergy-riddled brain, steve opens his mouth like a baby bird and eddie grins like there's no place he'd ever want to be and feeds him another bite of his least favorite food in the world. or well, that's not entirely true since this version is his new favorite, and it's all because of the love that was put into it. so he'll hide his disgust and eat the goddamn chicken and dumplings if it means steve will get to see more of those smiles from eddie.

[paintedpatroclus]

new boot goofin

[takabinaryy]

Little Helper

Idea by me Steddie Caregivers Eddie and Wayne Regressor Steve Both Munson men are southern in this by the way Little Steve’s small age is 2-3 sometimes it's 5 toddler Eddie was running a little bit late for work and forgot to make his lunch. don't worry though Steve help Wayne make lunch and bring it to him

Usually if Steve went to bed little he would be waking up little, especially on weekends. It was Saturday morning and it wasn't tapping to his face that woke Eddie up. No it was his phone playing some random metal music as his ringtone, the had look at the time and it was 7:50 am. Way to early for one of the rugrats to be calling him but unfortunately for the young Munson it was his boss telling him to come in early. Aka Eddie had to go to work today which meant he had to leave earlier, aka eight in the morning.

All because he had to help train a newbie do ink work, he was in such a rush that the metalhead had forgotten two things. One being to make himself a lunch and the second? Well it was to give Steve a goodbye kiss before leaving. So when Steve had actually woken up around almost ten basically even to a empty bed with no note or text. Being in a toddler mindset he was right , to be a tiny bit upset about his dada not being in bed with him. He pulled on one of Eddie's band shirts luckily for him he slept in his ,sleep shorts so he didn't have "hunt" for one in the clean hamper of clothes. The brunette wondered out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen.

Where Wayne was already awake and making pancakes, his coffee mug being right next him. The older made looked behind him seeing the other "stray" he had took in and that his son had claimed as "his" a long time ago.

" Well Morin dewdrop, ya sleep okay? Teddy already gone and left for work a while ago"

" morning to you to Wayne. I slept fine, a little sad teddy didn't kiss me goodbye "

Steve says grabbing the coffee pot and pouring some in a mug. Only for Wayne to pour it back in his own mug and and pulls out chocolate milk from the fridge and gets it in a sippy cup. Handing it back to Steve with a knowing nod that he knows Steve is little. Even if he was still shy about being little in front of Wayne.

" ya a light sleeper ain't you? Maybe teddy was in a rush Eve" Wayne puts their breakfast on plates then setting them down on the table. One in front of Steve with a kiss to the boy's head and one next to his newspaper. Now sitting down the man opens the paper first before eating like he always does on his days off that he to doesn't have to wake up early to leave for work.

" ...um uh Wayne?.."

" I told ya before Eve you can regress when I'm around. I don't mind one but. It helps ya don't it?"

"Well ye-" Steve got cut off when the older man clears his throat and gives the younin a pointed look.

" Then I ain't gonna stop ya or tell you how to relax. I ain't gonna judge ya boy. If did I feel like I'd get a shoe thrown at me"

" Teddy is would never hit you with something Wayne"

Nah he's like his late mama, He'd be like her and would definitely throw a shoe at me. Wouldn't be the first time either, though he's a bad aim it always missed me"

Wayne tells Steve laughing a little bit telling him a story on him remembering his sister when they were teenagers always rough housing with each other. And their own mama gettin on them for stupid shit they'd get up to. Especially with how Eddie's long hair is now if Wayne pulled a old picture of his sister , and held it up to his son/nephew. He'd say the metalhead is a spitting image of his late mama.

A bit later almost about lunch time to be exact Wayne can see Steve in the living room, from where he is standing in the kitchen. Making Mac and cheese, along with sandwiches for them both. He can also see that Eddie's actual lunchbox is on the counter, welp looks like Steve will be happy about their little trip to go see Teddy.

" Eve sunshine come here please "

Steve turns off the tv grabbing his stuffed bat and walks over to Wayne , placing the bat on the counter.

"Would you like to help me with Teddy's lunch? And possibly we can go bring it to him?"

"Yes I can helps! We gotta makes him a sandwich to"

He tells Wayne as if the older man wasn't already gonna make his nephew a sandwich, and adding some other things to the lunchbox. Wayne just pats Steve's head and switches the turkey(that he had out for his and Steve's sandwich) for honey ham for Eddie's. Since Steve knows what his boyfriend/caregiver likes , the brunette walks around the other male to the fridge and grabs the carrot sticks from the fridge, handing them over to the older Munson.

Once the third sandwich was made , carrot sticks in a small baggie along with another ziplock half full of slices of mango and peaches with lime juice and honey drizzled on them. Slightly weird snack trust me he knows but his son/nephew has always been weird but Wayne and Steve wouldn't have it any other way. Of course it didn't take long for Eddie's lunch to be packed up and set in Steve's backpack , Wayne figured once they got there to the tattoo shop all three of them can eat together. Now loading them both in the pick-up truck already, made sure Steve had on warmer clothes on. Turning on the radio to a random station that has decent sounding songs playing, " Mr fluff" the grey fluffy crow plush being in the little's lap along with the backpack full of their lunch.

" You think Teddy will be busy with people when we get there"

Steve broke the silence well besides the music playing in the background, Wayne glances over then just as quickly turns his attention back to the road. Of course the older man answers as honestly as he possibly can.

" Maybe Eve, You never know with the shop these days. Hell Teddy could be just getting on his break when we get there"

And just like that it only took about half an hour to actually get have the truck parked next to Eddie's van in front of the shop. Which gave Steve a slightly closer look in the open blinds window. Clearly seeing one of Eddie's coworkers outside having, a smoke break who in turn recognizes Wayne's truck and waves at them. With a giggle from the boy next to him, he waves back and gets out and rounds over to Steve's side. And opens the door for the other letting the regressed male out , who simply jumps out with the stuff in his arms, giving Wayne a soft smile. The second the two step at least a few steps to the door, said door pushes open with non other than Eddie pushing it open. And of course having a surprised look on his face the minute, his eyes land on his uncle and his adorable boyfriend.

" Well now ain't this a surprise, what are ya'll doin here?"

" Teddy ya forgot somethin on ya way out this mornin? "

Wayne asked which makes his young kin think for a moment trying to, figure out what exactly he had forgotten. Of course he knew he had his keys, wallet, his phone, the walkie that Dustin had given him( even if the kid has a phone) , his lunch-Oh sweet cherry pie that's what he forgot.  Eddie had indeed forgotten to make himself a lunch and, bring it with him before leaving this morning! The metalhead sighs and runs his fingers , through his half brushed hair, giving Wayne and Steve a slight smile.

" Don't worry Bubba, Eve and I thought we'd make lunch and maybe eat it together. If ya ain't busy of course "

“ Mhms! I helped make yous lunch with uncle Wayne. Got your snack added to it too!”

Steve piped up from standing next to Wayne with a wide smile spread on his face, as he talked to his caregiver/boyfriend. Who has reached forward and gently ruffled the brunette’s hair a bit, then gives Wayne a hug for a moment before doing the same to Steve of course. Eddie takes the backpack out of the clearly mentally four or maybe five year old’s(Steve’s headspace age) hand. And hands it off to Wayne, then scoops Steve up and settles the slightly young male on his hip. Giving his sunshine a bunch of kisses all over the other’s face, that definitely has giggles filling both Munson men ears.

“ I’m lucky. Im on my lunch break then. And thank ya very much for bringin me lunch. Wayne , Stevie”

“ No problem what’s so ever, we wouldn’t want ya to starve-“

“ I wouldn’t starve. I probably would have-“

“ Nah. I rather ya eat the food ya make instead of gettin from the food or drink vedin machines”

The older Munson told the younger as he walked to the back of his truck and opened the, “bed” up and got the spare blanket out and layed it out on the bed of the truck. Eddie who’s watching his uncle set up the “ truck picnic “ , mind you is one of the things they used to do when Eddie was way younger(8 to 13) it was mostly a summer thing though.(neither of them at the time wanted to eat lunch inside and they liked the outside even on hot days)

Eddie also walks over and sets Steve down on the blanket, and helps his uncle set up and place their food down on said blanket next to the regressed male. Once it’s all set up Eddie jumps in from the side of the truck and gets in behind Steve, moving and setting him in his own lap. And for the rest of the metalhead’s lunch break , they ate lunch together, even having a few coworkers said “ hello/hey”(just greeting them) or just chatted for a little bit before going in the shop. Thankfully it didn’t rain and it was mostly sunny and all an all a good day. Wayne definitely knowing when the break does come to an end, Eddie will most definitely try to make up an excuse to stay and hold Steve.( they like cuddles)

[fiori7ura]

“make him pay.”

words — 587 | rating — teen & up

★ warnings: none!

based on the prompt sentence, “If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” by @writinginstardust, which you can find here

—

They're standing outside of the Munson's trailer, huddled in a group. Robin, Nancy, and Steve on one side, facing Eddie and Dustin. Thunder rolls in the atmosphere around them, and it's their final destination before they go to try and kill Vecna.

The air is musky and stinks like nasty ass mildew, it's fucking freezing, Steve can't feel his goddamn fingers, and now, he has to say goodbye to Eddie and Dustin and turn his back. Be the strong man, the big man, and walk away.

It's hard to do.

Steve makes sure to put his best into the little speech he prepared to Robin before all of this.

"Don't try and be cute, or be a hero, or something," he huffs, looking at Eddie. "You guys are just—decoys."

Dustin nods along with Steve while he's talking, and Steve imagines that's just like how he does when he's in class. He loves that kid with every bone in his body.

Eddie smiles weakly, his dimples not popping like they normally do. His smile doesn't meet his eyes, and Steve's chest aches in a bad way.

Steve goes to turn away as he gives Eddie and Dustin one last look, but he hears Eddie's voice ring out behind him and gives into the weakness crawling up the knobs of his spine.

"Hey, Steve?"

Eddie's eyes are squinted, his head is tilted ever-so-slightly, and there's a determined set to his jaw.

He looks down, eyes darting around, facing towards the hard dirt ground, avoiding eye contact with Steve. Then he glances back up, weary as ever.

"Make him pay," Eddie mutters out, and the mask he always wears to hide how he feels is now withering away. Steve can see it in his face.

Steve nods, goes to walk away, then pauses. Stands there for a second, maybe a minute, weighing his choices, and decides, fuck it.

He heads straight toward Eddie, grabs the open sides of his jacket, and pulls him close, pressing his mouth to Eddie's.

"If you die, I’m gonna kill you, Munson," Steve mumbles against his lips, hot breath passed between them in their small shared space.

Eddie cups his face delicately, like Steve will break if he's not too careful with him, and nods. "I promise, you'll see me after this, Stevie. You can hate me for as long as you live if I don't come back."

Steve pulls away, nudges his nose against Eddie's, and grins. "As if I could ever hate you, Eds."

Eddie chuckles, and his eyes crinkle, and those devistatingly cute dimples pop out, and Steve feels so giddy inside.

Robin clears his throat behind him, and Steve gives him a knowing smile, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Guess that's my cue. I'll see you soon, Eddie."

Eddie pulls his grimy hands away from Steve's face, and gives him one last peck, soft and sweet.

"See you."

Steve nods, and Eddie nods back, winking, and his smile is still present on his beautiful face.

When they see each other again, Steve wraps Eddie in the biggest hug, spinning him around in circles all while kissing him as long as he can.

They made it out alive, Eddie's safe and unscathed, and Steve can't believe his luck. Maybe the universe isn't so cruel.

"You kept your promise, huh, baby?"

Eddie smiles so widely Steve feels like he might already be falling in love. "'Course I did, sweetheart."

His southern twang comes through while speaking, and Steve kisses him again.

And again, and again, and again.

—

pinterest is here

ao3 is here

[therandomfandomme]

Eddie Munson in cowboy boots

[ollie-has-a-diary-apparently]

Eddie can absolutely southern line dance no one look at me

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to TikTok: Babe, repeat what you just said for me, please.

Steve, off-camera but audibly rolling his eyes: I said people have different life experiences. Not everybody was born in a ditch

Eddie: Like?

Steve: Like you???

Eddie: Yeah, that’s what I thought you said. I was not born a ditch. I was born in a valley in West Virginia

Steve: Wayne said you were born in a ditch

Eddie: Wayne lies

[songbirdmunson]

ROOOOWWWWWWW

REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???

Self indulgent because I’m that bitch.

Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.

I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED

- hellfiremunsonn (Lillie) 🩷

Freak Like Me - E.M.

thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! 🫶🏽

Word count- 1.3K

Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and I’ll be sure to add it here!

-feel free to reblog & interact it’s much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!

“Where you going sugar?” Eddie’s husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. They’re all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. “Back to the van… if that’s okay, Sir.” You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. “It’s all yours baby be there soon.” You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.

He’d made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, you’d almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks they’d make.

You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddie’s voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings he’ll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. “Fuck.” You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.

You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door he’ll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, you’re shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that you’re sure it’ll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. “Please Eddie.” You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.

“Well ain’t this a pretty picture.” Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. “Knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting long.” You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. He’s quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that he’s watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Oh please honey, don’t stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.”

You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, it’s messy but you couldn’t love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddie’s eyes burn with lust. They’re latched onto where the both of you are moving together. “This is so good, but I really need you Ed’s please.” You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. “I didn’t say you could stop babydoll.” He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isn’t buried deep inside you.

Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. “I wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I haven’t even given you the real thing yet.” He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. “Fuck. Please.” You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.

You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where he’s biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. “Aww darlin’ you’re so ready aren’t you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.” It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before you’re letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddie’s seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what he’s actually saying.

He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddie’s on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Y’gonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?”

“F-uckkk Eddie please!” You scream out, the slapping of Eddie’s skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. “That’s it sugar, it’s okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.” Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like you’re on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.

You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. “What’s so funny?” You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair that’s stuck to it away. “Oh, s’nothin. Just thinking how funny it is that you’re a freak, and they have no idea.” You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You don’t bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. “Well, next time maybe we’ll have to give them a real show, Eddie.” You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.

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[d0rianw1lde]

I like to think Eddie went back to Tennessee when he died.

Woke up, all scraped knees and overalls, a bit confused when the gravel of the upside down was suddenly replaced with the softest, greenest grass he’d ever seen. Even more confused when he lifted up his hand to shield his eyes and saw that he’d suddenly grown smaller- no tattoos, no rings. No Hawkins. No Hellfire. Just him, and his little trailer out in the distance.

And I bet he’d ran so fast to it, swinging open the door and seeing his Mom there, reclined on the couch with her blues records lazily spinning. No Al- just her, with her perfect smile and her fruity perfume, and her southern twang he’d forgotten after years and years of memories fading. But he’s revitalized, reminded, when she laughs, and it echoes perfectly- like music.

Maybe he’d stay there forever. Drinking down pop while he read his comic books, eating the fruit his momma cuts up for him and feeling the juice drip down his chin, living forever in an odd, floating memory.

And he’d fall asleep in her lap while she sang him Dolly. He’d sworn he hated country, but now? All little again? Head in the lap of his mama? He’d be content to hear it again, and again.

I think Eddie went back to Tennessee when he died. I think he rolled in the grass, and looked out at the mountains. I think he felt the warmth of the big summer sun on his skin, and the prickle of the grass on his feet, and heard those country records, and knew that he’d be alright if he just let go.

[xgumiho]

Careful now, best not to linger in this town for the air's thick with ghostly whispers and the undead are close behind ⛓💀🗡 ⚰️

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Also, imagine 'Preacher' title theme playing in the background.

[harrywavycurly]

Hello my loves! So below you’ll find all my work in one place, or at least links that’ll take you where you want to go! Enjoy and as always if you like it reblog it and tell me what you think✨

Requests: here (open)✨

Stranger Things

Masterlist: Here

Eddie Munson:

Texting Husband Eddie

Texting Boyfriend Eddie

Friends with Benefits

Fake Dating

Stages of Heartbreak

Wrong Number, Right Time

It Was Just One Night

Bucket of Sunshine

Trouble Next Door

Fake Marriage

Secret Rendezvous

All other fics here

Steve Harrington:

Texting Boyfriend Steve

Double Trouble

Sugar Daddy Steve

All other fics here

One Direction

Harry Styles:

Where we Started: Friends to lovers where Harry has to pick if telling you his feelings is worth risking the friendship.

Texting Boyfriend Harry

Southern Comfort: Strangers to lovers, Harry is given the wrong number.

Fake Husband: You meet Harry at a house party and in an attempt to help you not look like a loser in front of your ex Harry has a great idea…just be his wife for the night.

Tumbleweed Heart: Harry is your ex and you need him to stop calling so you can both move on

Harry’s “I’m in love..” moment: The moment Harry realizes he’s in love with his bestfriend

Lonely: The one where Harry asks his bestfriend to marry him because why not?

Killer!Harry AU: You’re married to Harry who’s a killer but you have no clue, because to you he’s just your loving husband who sometimes comes home late with banged up knuckles.

Worth the Fight: You get pregnant after a one night stand so you have to navigate going from strangers to parents with Harry and maybe seeing if feelings develop along the way.

Not in the same way: A friends to lovers 2 parter, Harry likes to act more like your boyfriend than your bestfriend but you don’t seem to mind.

The Almost Bumble Fumble: You run across Harry on a dating app and you’re convinced it’s not actually him.

Worst Mod Boss Ever: Harry gets in the wrong car when your brother Mitch picks you up from work one day.

Tuesday Dinner: A Sopranos/Mafia Au where you’re making dinner for you and Harry and you keep getting uninvited guests.

Handle with Care: Frat Harry works for a moving company and breaks more than just a few of your boxes and has to learn the hard way that sometimes he has to handle things with care.

Older fics you can find here

Niall Horan:

Texting Boyfriend Niall

Older fics you can find here

Life with Narry: You’re besties with Niall and Harry, you’ve known them for years ever since One Direction and these are just little stories about what it’s like being friends with two superstars.

Masterlist: here

Blurbs

FAQ/Q&A

How you meet

Hurt Feelings

Spa Day

AMAs

Decorating the Tree

Bubble Baths

Golfing

Movie Night

New Year's Eve

Wedding Date

Jealous Harry

Leaving

Flicker of Hope meets Life with Narry

Sick Day

The Fight Part One

The Fight Part Two

Happy Birthday Harry Part One

Happy Birthday Harry Part Two

You Get Drunk

You Meet Nick

Other Celebs

Joseph Quinn:

Texting Boyfriend Joseph Quinn

Cheater Joe

Joe Keery:

Texting Boyfriend Joe Keery

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Good Morning Hawkins I Have Some Thoughts™️

You cannot show me this southern ass man with his Garfield mugs and expect me to believe that he wouldn’t have Dolly Parton cassettes in that goddamn trailer.

Nor can you expect me to believe that you and Eddie aren’t waking up at 7am on a Sunday hearing “Jolene” blasting from the living room.

[paintedpatroclus]

wayne munson finds the cicada shells and sticks them to eddie’s hoodie to eddie’s shock and horror every time

[starrystevie]

waiting for october 31st with baited breath and anxiety