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munsonology · 7 months

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A little moodboard for Poppins! I was saving these for Nunny (and I’m still gonna use them for her) but they’re also giving major Poppins energy.

#munsonology’s eddieverse #Eddie and Poppy #Eddie Munson/Poppy Pierre #Eddie and Poppins #sav’s multiverse of readers #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #Eddie/Poppins #Eddie Munson/Mary Poppins!reader

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radiation-run · 1 year

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Oh to live a blissfully oblivious life like Eddie’s sisters, dancing away while their dad is possibly dying 2 feet from them

#the party must’ve really been poppin for them #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 on fox

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hellcheerficdatabase · 2 years

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Take your time while your mine (and smoke slow)

Author: @cunnninghams

Rating/Warning: Teen and Up Audiences

Chapter Count: 2/2

Description: You don’t smoke,” Eddie said dumbly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She straightened her shoulders as she sat up, and Eddie watched, dumbfounded and like a deer in headlights as she reached for the pack of Lucky Strikes laying on the concrete between them. “Yeah, well — today I do.”

Tags: waitress!chrissy, linecook!eddie, diner au, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate universe- no vecna, Friends to Lovers, Coworkers to lovers, Mutual Pinings, light angst, Fluff, Chrissy Cunningham Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson is Soft for Chrissy Cunningham, smoke breaks as a plot device, dumb amount of restaurant slang, benny’s diner is poppin and argyle makes the best pancakes in town, idiots in love, post-high school, Alternating POV, Two-shot, Status: Completed

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inotrobot718 · 2 years

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hellfire--cult · 7 months

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So Steve how bout it...want me to make you feel good before we make our girl feel good?

-Eddie

I don't mind watching.

#this is getting juicy #eddie anon #he is poppin off rn

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texasbama · 1 month

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EDDIE KICKING OPEN A DOOR AND POPPIN BOTTLES OMG????

#911

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dollpuppets · 4 months

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The remade is done! But still might update the art though!

Here is Allie Sweetie my welcome home oc and a fanchild of Eddie and Frank!

Allie is the shyest and cutest neighbor! He was the only toddler in the neighborhood and only 3 years old! He has same personality like me sort of autistic, but he's not my self insert character! Allie favorite color is viloet base you can see his name in the bio is viloet! Allies real parents was killed by unkown and Allie can't remember his real parents during the accident but now he's have a place to stay! Allie favorite food is cookies and milk, chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and children food.

Allie was always barefoot but sometimes he wear shoes during winter season and rainy times...sometimes for a walk his feet get tierd.

Allie was a curious child and aundry for some things but he mostly stay away from danger....Allie favorite TV show was gumby....and he love the movies chitty chitty bang bang, Mary Poppins and willy wonka.

Allie is around 2-4 years old I think....

Welcome home is made by @partycoffin

#welcome home #welcome home oc #partycoffin #frank frankly #wally darling #eddie dear #welcome home wally #welcome home arg #welccomehome #headcanon #sort of an headcanon #welcome home project #welcome home puppet arg #welcome home puppet show

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thesupreme316 · 6 months

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How aew men react to someone disrespecting their gfs

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader

AEW BOYS React to: You Being Disrespected/Them Protecting You

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: hey sorry for being late. but thanks for being patient. you and another anon had the same request so i hope they also see this. i hope you guys enjoy this. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of explicit language, slightly suggestive language

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Nick Wayne:

Okay, in my mind NICK IS A BABY

HE JUST WANTS PEACE

So he’ll ask for an apology from the person and but they refuse…In fact, they double down

And he just gets to fighting; lunging and tackling the person

But I think he’ll blackout fight

Like he didn’t even know he threw a punch until you pulled him off the other dude/person

Nick would be in shock at his actions, he’s shocked that he was that angry

He doesn’t like physical confrontation HES JUST A BABY

Would definitely buy you anything after that to make it up to you

But if he sees them again, it’s on and poppin

Darius Martin

Okay, tbh yall can go back (light years away) to find when I wrote Darius defending the reader against Sammy Guevara (ew)

But I believe that Darius is very diplomatic

Like he’ll fight with words first

He be like trying to create distance between you and the person

Constantly getting in their face and telling em to back up

Hates when you feel uncomfortable and tries to keep his anger at bay so that way you don’t get frightened

HOWEVER

I do think that Darius would wait for your approval to punch the person or lay hands on them

Him: looks back for approval

You: sighs yea

He doesn’t care who is around, he wants to send a message that you should never be disrespected

Ricky Starks

Okay like I always say…Ricky is a sassy and bold man

So I see him verbally assaulting the person before any punches are thrown

“You have the nerve to talk like that to my girl? In that outfit? Your parents must be so disappointed”

Ricky would just tell you to pay no mind to the person but they kept pushing his buttons

So he did what any gentleman would do

He calmly placed you at the side, turned to the disrespectful person, and calmly whispered in their ear

The person would then make a disgusted face and quickly walk away; mumbling an apology to you

Ricky wouldn’t tell you what he did, all he said was “Let’s go back to having a gorgeous day, beautiful.”

It was like you saw a switch go off…

But he then tells you the only disrespectful thing you’re gonna take is THAT PIPE IN YO-

Dante Martin (okay, idk why but Dante has been on the front of my mind recently….SO MY BABY)

If you have seen various tag matches with him and Darius, Dante is more of a hot-head/impulsive person

I also think because of him putting on weight (HAVE YALL SEEN HIS BACK?? OMG I JUST WANNA-)

He has found new confidence in protecting you, a task he doesn’t take lightly

So I think he will punch first, ask questions later

But it’s so bad that Darius or any of The Lads would have to hold him back

Yeah, after that he’s quiet as a mouse

He’ll only be thinking about how he can better protect you

If someone tries you again, I think he would try to use his words

…

But that doesn’t work so he’ll just go back to punching people left and right

Hook

Mr. Nice Guy

JUST KIDDING

He’s a silent killer, we all knew that

So if anything he’s choking out bitches left and right

Without hesitation like it happens so fast and you didn’t even know how he managed to it

Like are you dating the cold-heart handsome devil or Sonic the Hedgehog

But what makes it funnier is that he’s choking out a person with a straight ass face

Like no struggling or strain on his face

AND THEN

He gets up and continues the conversation that you two were previously having

Like he didn’t wasn’t your shining knight

“So yeah I like Cool Ranch more than Nacho Cheese”

Action Andretti

Andretti is a sweetheart and I think at first glance he doesn’t look that intimidating

So I think some people be underestimating him

But once he heard you get uncomfortable and disrespected, he quietly moved you aside before yelling in the other person’s face

You never saw him this angry so you kind of were in shock

And then you saw Andretti’s fist curl up so you were trying to pull him away but he stayed firm

“No, this bastard will apologize to you first. Then we can leave”

Although you were in shock by your boyfriend’s behavior, you can’t lie

It did turn you on

As soon as the dude left, you complimented your boyfriend and thanked him

He was trying to say you’re welcome but he saw that glint in your eyes and knew immediately how to show that you had the best boyfriend around

SO HE LAID THE WOOD-

Eddie Kingston:

MANS WILL NOT TAKE IT

Remember how he threw that TV at JAS? Yeah, he’s throwing everything in sight

I think everyone needs to understand that Eddie motherfucking Kingston is a ride-and-die friend

He will scorch the earth to ensure that you are defended

Any and all DMX songs are playing in his head while he’s doing so

He doesn’t tolerate disrespect at any time

So he and his friends will actively look for the person who disrespected you

Once he finds them, he pulls them aside

“Listen partna, you disrespected my girlfriend back there…don’t you think you outta apologize?” (Holds fork up to the person’s eye)

Would come back with a chunk of the person’s hair as a trophy and peace offering to you

To this day, Eddie would not tell you how he managed to get such a big chunk of the dude’s hair

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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prompt from @teaspelledbackwards-blog: something featuring sick Steve being taken care of. prompt guidelines

It’s almost like a culture shock, adjusting to normality after everything is over: to not have to leap in front of others with arms outstretched, his whole body tightly coiled; to not have to always be ready to fight.

And most of all, to no longer need to worry about the big, life-threatening things. Even back then, Steve felt like he’d had a lucky escape compared to everything else they were dealing with—sure his bites still stung, but they were only in borderline need of medical attention.

“Borderline?” Eddie had wheezed through the high of morphine when Steve relayed this. “God help us for what your ‘real emergency’ looks like, Harrington.”

So when it’s just a run-of-the-mill day, and Steve’s head is pounding, but it’s not that bad, he powers through. It’s not like it’s pneumonia or anything; it’s not like he’s dying. It just mildly sucks. Well. Maybe more than mildly, but the point still stands.

He doesn’t really think anything of it, until suddenly Robin is pinning him with a shrewd look right in the middle of their shift, eyes briefly narrowing in a way that kinda reminds him of Mary Poppins—if she’d thrown away the nanny career in favour of putting ‘new in’ stickers on VHS titles.

“Let’s swap,” she says authoritatively. “You take your break now, I’ll take mine later, then I can do the closing shift instead.”

“Um, sure, if you—why?”

“You don’t know all the intricacies of my life, Steve! Maybe I need an empty store to practise for my secret opera star dreams. Maybe I’m having a clandestine affair by the light of the shitty computer. Don’t question me.”

She whirls him round and gently taps in between his shoulder blades, pushing him in the direction of the backroom.

He snorts. “All right, all right.”

It’s only when he’s actually stretching out on the threadbare couch that he realises she’d gotten him to distractedly agree while she joked around.

Then it’s like he blinks, and he sleeps right through his thirty minute break. It’s technically forty five minutes by the time he wakes and gets up. He pushes his knuckle briefly against the bridge of his nose as he heads back to the counter, but the ache still remains.

Robin doesn’t make one crack about Steve’s break running over. She doesn’t even take her own break until there’s no-one in the store, dealing with any of their especially annoying customers herself, including that old man who always insists on having a tangential rant about “kids these days.”

(She’d slid a note over to him halfway through said rant, a scribble in Pig Latin: ‘illkay emay.’ Ducking under the counter to stifle his laughter was a nice temporary distraction from his headache.)

When she does come back from her break, she tosses Steve his jacket and car keys.

Steve stops by the half-open door, stares her down. “Are you sure? I can—”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, go. The literal only plan I had was watching a rerun of Headline Chasers with my dad.”

“But.” He clears his throat, and Robin’s grinning, he knows she’s only teasing, and yet… “But you love Headline Chasers.”

She softens, then sticks out her tongue before replying, “I know.”

And it sounds like I love you more, dingus.

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He plans to drive straight home, but then he sees Dustin biking into the parking lot, and he stops mid-reverse, winding down his window.

“Thought you were closing?” Dustin says.

“Yeah, I was. Robin swapped with me.”

Dustin hops off his bike, looks Steve up and down. “If I’m, like, five minutes, could you give me a ride home?”

Steve raises an eyebrow. He can count the number of times Dustin’s actually asked that on one hand, used to finding him already in the passenger seat, waiting expectantly.

He shrugs. “Sure. I’ll fit your bike in the trunk.”

True to his word, Dustin is in and out of Family Video in barely even three minutes. Steve smiles when he spots that he’s rented out The NeverEnding Story again.

“Dude, just buy it at this point.”

“But then I won’t get the excellent customer service on offer, Steve.”

“What, Robin insulting you?”

It’s an unusually quiet but not unpleasant car ride. Steve doesn’t risk putting the radio on, the pain travelling until it’s a persistent band of pressure across his forehead, and Dustin, strangely enough, doesn’t complain about the lack of music.

By the time he pulls up to Dustin’s house, it feels like his bones are aching, his skin prickling and sensitive. He tries to suppress a wince as he parks, briefly rubs at one eye.

“Hey, Dustin, do you mind if I don’t—” He falters, not sure how to politely put, Normally I love chatting with your mom, but if I delay getting home any longer, I might scream.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dustin says, already getting out of the car. “Stay there, just a sec!”

And instead of slamming the door as per usual, he gently closes it.

Steve only just resists leaning his head on the steering wheel.

Then Dustin is running out of the house, carrying… Tupperware?

“Mom was baking,” he says when Steve rolls down the window again.

“Oh,” Steve says, taking the box, glancing down to see some chocolate cake. “Thanks, man. I should, uh.” He makes to undo his seatbelt, but Dustin waves him off.

“You’ve thanked her, like, a bunch of times, if you do it anymore she’s gonna ask why I’m not a gentleman like you.”

Before Steve can respond, Dustin’s already at his front door, waving as he shuts it and calling out a casual, “Feel better, Steve!”

But how do you…?

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Steve knows that Eddie’s in his house by the way that the front mat has been left curled up at the corner from where he’s retrieved the spare key.

He opens the door, sighs in relief at the warmth hitting his skin; Eddie must’ve put the heating on.

“You’re being robbed!” is what he’s greeted with, and Steve chuckles, follows Eddie’s voice to the kitchen, and…

He stops in the doorway.

“You made me dinner,” he says, almost numbly.

Eddie looks over at him from where he’s boiling water on the stove, a jar of pasta sauce by his elbow.

“That’s a kind word for it, but okay.”

“You made me dinner,” Steve repeats, and he has to blink rapidly before he does something stupid like tear up. “Why are you even—did we have plans? Did I forget—”

Eddie smiles warmly at him. “Nah, just passing through,” he says, then laughs when Steve tilts his head, unconvinced. “All right, fine. I might have got a phone call. Actually, two: Buckley got there first, and then Henderson called, gave me shit about the line being engaged, he’s so—”

“You didn’t need to make me dinner,” Steve interrupts. He doesn’t exactly know why it’s this that he’s getting stuck on, but he can’t help it. “I could’ve made dinner.”

Eddie’s smile shifts, turns into something so obviously caring that Steve feels his eyes threaten to burn all over again.

“But I wanted to,” he says. He leans against the counter, eyes flickering over Steve’s face, a gentle kind of surveying. “Besides, you’re not feeling great, right?”

“It’s nothing,” Steve says automatically. “Seriously, I don’t even have a fever. It’s not like I need to go to the doctors or…”

He trails off as Eddie gets closer, kisses him softly on the mouth, then the temple; and there must be a salve on his lips or something, because the awful sensitivity on Steve’s skin feels, just for a moment, like it’s been soothed away.

“Doesn’t need to be the worst thing ever for it to matter, Steve,” Eddie says simply.

Steve affects a huff—Eddie’s always coming out with lines just like that, says it’s the DM’s curse, darling—but he melts against Eddie anyway.

“You use the bow tie shapes?”

Eddie grins, nods triumphantly down at the pot. “Only the very best for you.”

Steve smiles into Eddie’s shoulder. “Dork.”

Tonight he’ll lie on the couch after dinner, Eddie reading with the lamp on low so that it doesn’t hurt his head; will drift off thinking of him, of Robin, of Dustin—knowing that the world doesn’t need to be ending for them to care.

#loved doing the slice of life vibes in this ❤️#loveinhawkins takes prompts #steve harrington fic #steve and robin #steve and dustin #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #eddie and robin #eddie and dustin #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #eddie munson

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 4

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one thing about eddie munson, steve has realised, is that he may be a little freaky. but he just wants the same things as everyone else. we’re all just monkeys at the end of the day type deal.

because flirting with a boy is the same as with a girl. same schtick, same moves same king steve charm. even if they’re being pulled on a metal head with sparkly brown eyes. the classics work every time.

steve kind of already knew this, if he’s honest. he saw the way girls would twirl their hair and lean into eddies space when he was dealing at parties, sometimes steve’s sometimes not. and he saw how eddie would be flattered in his big brash way and knock 5 bucks off what was already a overpriced item.

where as if steve went up to him and twirled his hair and leaned into eddies space he’d get a bit of brash but also a bit of blush and at least 10 bucks knocked off. now not to say steve’s a mathematician here but 2+2 still equals 4 last time he checked.

so he sings louder once he sees eddies grin in the rear view. even if robin says it threw her off and not to do it again because it impeded her artistic expression or whatever. steve thinks they sounded great just need to work on their singing in rounds section, get it perfect. maybe perform it for hop just to see him squirm. squirm and say nothing, not after the lemon square incident two months ago. robin has him wrapped around her little finger, the terror. shes so cool.

even when robin gets out (with a 'see you tomorrow. you’re both idiots. i love you. you’re giving me grey hairs.’ in that robin way which leaves steves heart feeling little warmer) and eddies grin fades and he’s trying to skulk in the shadows like a gremlin. not moving to the passenger. so steve rolls with it, and pulls out less of a classic, more just his own personal comedic repertoire; his mary poppins voice. he likes to think he can smell the soot he sounded so much like those chimney sweeps. dustin tells him his ears have started bleeding if he gets out so much as a ‘ello’.

but it gets eddie in his passenger seat, sitting the same way as anyone else he’s ever dated/wanted to date has been. and like steve also said, the classic moves never fail and eddies hairs nicer than most girls he’s dated (hairspray can make things distinctly crusty) so, he tucks a lock behind eddies ear, revealing his pretty blush. just like all the girls he’s ever done it to, and that one time with harry bishop in camp. only steve is realising he thinks eddies blush might be the prettiest.

he’s also realising that with eddie the classics go much better along with what steve’s been trying out more and more lately: just being steve. plain, boring steve. seeing how that fits in with the lines and the moves and the schtick, because he’s not really king steve now at all.

he thinks (hopes), with eddie, ‘just steve’ might be enough.

so he asks eddie about the most recent part of the campaign he’s running. missing last weeks to work, which is unfortunate because he uses the sessions to catch up on gossip from el and max. he even let them customise one of his shirts since they’re on a fashion craft kick at the moment. tried it on then and there, the girls revelling in half the table going pink at the sight and steve revelling in how comfy crop tops are. he might ask them to do a couple more.

so eddie talks and talks, about the twist the kids noticed and the one they didn’t. about how well will fits in with the party, doesn’t know how they all did their other campaigns without him. moves so his back is against the door and his knee is propped up, hands gesticulating.

he’s grinning the way he does when he forgets there’s any reason to hide. how steve wants him to all the time, when they’re together. uninterrupted eddie munson, no watered down crap, steve wants it all.

then eddie is poking him with the tip of his shoe, talking about how steve is ‘always asking about dnd, you don’t wanna play dude?’ and steve grabs his foot to hold it there against his leg, starts fiddling with eddies laces, one hand on the wheel. says how ‘nah just like hearing you talk about it’ because that’s true, that’s steve, he likes hearing and watching eddie talk about it, being exited, happy.

but they’ve arrived at the new and improved munson trailer and eddie is staring at him, mouth a perfect ‘o’. steve thinks he has time for a little more king, before eddie has to get out and leave.

so he dips his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes, asks real innocent. ‘if i did play though, would i have to call you master?’ and yeah that snaps eddie out of it.

eddie coughs. coughs again and goes bright red. spluttering ‘no steve. christ. no. you’d call me eddie... or the whatever npc i’m voicing at the time.’

‘so what might that be?’

‘this game i’m mostly a goblin names earwax.’

...

‘huh. cool. not very sexy though.’

still pink eddies all doe eyes and wet lips. ‘your kind of a weird guy harrington, anyone ever tell you that?’

‘once or twice.’

steve’s smile grows and eddie nods to himself, staring into the distance he nods again, then sort of falls out of the car. seeming to forget that steve still has a loose hold of one foot.

jumping back up eddie waves, closing the door. steve wiggles his fingers and watches eddie slink up the path to the front. although it looks like he’s talking to himself, gesturing around. starts shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck once he’s at the bottom of the porch steps.

whirling around eddie bounces on his toes, fist gripping the front of his tee. says a little too loud and a little strangled. ‘you don’t, uh, you don’t wanna come in for a bit do you?’

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

(shhhh i know i already wrote a version of this but i didn't like it so changed it shhh shhhhhh)

EDIT: the tags keep glitching so i'm gonna put people in the replies instead, mwah!)

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve #but also kind of soft lovely steve #but ye silly bois continues!!!#hotlunch #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

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munsonology · 9 months

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Cream of the Crop

An Eddie and Poppins short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!reader, vouyerism, female masturbation, squirting, degradation, pee kink.

Summary: Eddie discovers a new side to Poppins

Note: This came to me just now and I couldn’t not keep it to myself. We’ll be seeing much more of Eddie and Poppins! Enjoy Whores!

He watched as you laid in the grass in an empty field outside of Hawkins.

Your fingers move to unbutton the bust of your dress. His mouth watered seeing your already pert nipples.

Lifting the skirt of your dress, you hiked it around your waist. Your ass bare against the soft blades of grass.

You spread your legs, hand wandering to your frilly panties.

He approaches you like a deer searching for food. “Is that you, Poppins?”

Your eyes pop open. Your hand never leaves your panties. Tits on display like a desert at the grocery store.

“What’s in your purse?”

He knew.

You knew that he knew you knew.

The two of you bumped into each other at the grocery store. He saw your basket.

“You already know,” you said, fingers rubbing your clit. Eddie licked his lips seeing the fabric of your panties form a damp spot right where your sweet cunt leaked like a faucet.

He stood there, above you like a statue. The hardness of his cock strained against his jeans.

Your fingers made their way inside your weeping cunt. The squelch excited you. Being watched as you fucked yourself stupid was exhilarating. You loved it. Squirting for an audience that wasn’t your stuffed animal collection or the posters on your wall.

“You going to cum?” Eddie asked.

“I’m going to soak the ground you stand on.”

“Save me a taste.”

Your other hand moved down from your tits to open the lips of your cunt even wider. You found your clit easily, roughly rubbing her in circles, a little to the side, just how you liked. The wirey hair of your cunt grazed against your arm.

“You’re a little cunt, Poppins.”

At that moment, your body convulsed. Lifting your back, you orgasmed with a sigh of euphoria. Your fingers digging in the dirt for relief as you squirted through your panties and the ends of your dress.

Your socks soaked with your cum. You had never cum so hard, squirted so long. Your clit tingled for more as your cunt pushed more of your essence out of you. You loved this. Squirting in the fields. Pissing yourself for your new lover.

Who would’ve thought being called a cunt would be a turn on?

You’re a freak, Poppins. Just like me.

Eddie bent down to collect your bag, a patchwork tote you got from the flea market back home.

He digs in, searching. Your chest rises and falls, you can barely close your legs for relief, you could easily cum again.

Are you multi orgasmic, Poppins?

Maybe.

Well, let’s find out for sure.

Eddie smirks finding exactly what he was looking for. He takes it out and throws it at you.

The cucumber lands in the grass next to you.

“Now, let’s try with a little help.”

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urhoneycombwitch · 16 days

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the best pic of Eddie is where he’s looking up to the right. I. Think it’s in The Upside Down. here his curls are poppin and he looks so sweet and cute

#do you know what I’m talking ab #no? ok #eddie munson

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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poly!steve/reader/eddie <33 I LOVE IT

my head has been crowed with the same scene, steve saying he wants 6 kids and im going insane.

now… he confessing his dream to you and eddie, you know, three boys and three girls, going to the beach, teach them how to surf… and you two being there with him.

and then just imagine both of them filling you up over and over again. eddie holding you open to steve’s fat cock, kissing you sweetly and murmuring “that’s it darling, taking it so good. you’re gonna give him those babies? mh, you’re gonna make him a daddy?” or steve helping you up and down on eddie’s dick when you’re too tired to move

hhhhhhh eddies rings digging into your soft thighs to hold them back for steve. hes shuffling forward w a wet hand covered in the spit from eddies mouth, fisting around his ruddy cock, swiping it through your cunt.

your toes curling when the head pops in, whining as eddie holds you still and props his chin on your trembling shoulder to watch how the folds of your sex part and flare around steves cock pushing steadily inside you.

"big boy wants six." he taunts, squeezing your flesh. "think you can give em' that many?"

you just whine at the same time steve groans, the bush at his pelvis brushing against your engorged clit. "w-wanna. i wanna-"

"such a tiny pussy, though. gonna have to let us break it in before you start poppin' out his brood."

"jesus, eddie." steve grits, entranced by where you're sucking him in. "she's fucking strangling me down here. keep talking, shit- gonna cum soon."

#ask #HEHEHE #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut

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bi-buckrights · 16 days

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We poppin the biggest bottles when Eddie and Marisol break up

#911 #911 abc #911 spoilers

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bucketfullofstrawberries · 19 days

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Some Edgar emotes as well for the world to see...

(The Eddy on the right is special.... for she is Miss Eddy Poppins..)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp art #my art #berri art

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burnthatbridge · 1 year

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the winner takes it all (the loser has to fall)

buddie | T | 4k | absolute shenanigans Buck and Lucy compete to see who's the better kisser. Eddie somehow finds himself the judge.

The thing is, Eddie likes Lucy.

It’s not surprising. Eddie might not necessarily let anyone close easy, but, when he does, he forms strong bonds. And he’s fine with causal friendships, good at working relationships. He’s not known for disliking people.

(That anyone who had seen him interact with Taylor would disagree is an outlier, and he feels justified in it. And he thinks, given the context, that the tone he took when he spoke about Abby can be forgiven. Also, there’s no such thing as mind-reading, so no one can know the less than fair thoughts he’s had about Ali. So, yeah, anyway–)

Eddie’s good at getting on with people, better at it still in the context of 118 gatherings, surrounded by his favorite people. And he likes Lucy.

She’s good at her job, a great firefighter; she’s funny, especially when her and Ravi are paired up, bouncing off one another; she’s excellent company, has kept up a stream of entertaining conversation this evening. Even if it has been punctuated by whatever the next game in this strange competition her and Buck seem to have going is.

Eddie likes Lucy. He does.

It’s just, that’s hard for him to remember, to maintain, when Buck’s next proposed superiority to her is: “Well, I’m a better kisser.”

Eddie’s not sure how this got started, thinks he missed the inciting incident when he was at the bar getting drinks. Unless this is merely a continuation of the various duels they’ve done at work. It’s been established that Buck can take the pole faster, but Lucy can get into her gear in a time that challenges even Chim’s. That Buck can polish the rims on the engine like no one else, but Lucy can restock supplies like each drawer becomes Mary Poppins’ bag in her hands. That Buck makes better eggs, but Lucy’s sandwiches are superior.

Lucy’s been a firefighter for ten years, so it’s not a surprise that she’s got Buck beat on number of five-alarm fires extinguished, rope rescues completed, and sexcapades-gone-wrong responded to. It’s actually worrying that Buck has her beat on injuries when he’s been in the job for barely more than half the time she has.

Tonight, at their usual karaoke bar, all of their bouts have been silly fun — who can build the tallest tower of beer mats (Lucy), who can eat the most peanuts in 30 seconds (Buck), who can best flirt their way to a free drink from the bartender (Lucy) — none of the results making a sick sensation settle in Eddie’s gut like it did when Buck was ticking off near-death — and actual death — experiences on his fingers, blowing past Lucy’s tally.

It’s not exactly the same, but he feels a bit of that nausea creep in now, Buck turned away from him in the booth, head and shoulders twisted around to look at Lucy on his left, as she raises a skeptical brow.