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Eddie is so dramatic that every time, and i mean every single time, you don't give him attention, he acts like someone just killed him. Hand on his heart like he has just been stabbed, with him slowly falling on the ground, tongue out of his mouth. Usually it only takes you to call his name, between the chuckles, and touch his arm to bring him back to life, but one day, for your surprise, that doesn't work. He keeps standing there and while you keep saying his name, you hear him whispering in a soft voice:

"Kiss him. Only the true love kiss will break the spell."

Once you calm down from the laughs, you kiss him softly on the lips, only for him to immediately kiss you back passionately, one hand touching your cheek and another one in your hair. The kiss would have definetely lasted longer if it wasn't for the fits of laughter that gets both of you.

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​ happy international joe keery day ♡

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Eddie Munson is the type of person that would make eye contact with you and nod his head along when you're speaking amongst a group of people and they've stopped listening to you.

Eddie Munson is the type to say, "Hey, you were saying?" when you're interrupted.

Eddie Munson is the type who would make you feel included and seen because he knows what it's like to be left out.

Eddie Munson is the type who would never let you walk behind or on the road when there's not enough space on the sidewalk for more than two people. He's linking hands with everyone and moving in a line! Or everyone's walking on the road, bitch!

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I miss my pookie bear

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Put him behind vecna. Like he's gonna scare vecna or sum, please

boo.

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Sometimes life just needs some random Steve Harrington gifs.

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i shed a small tear while ordering my hellfire shirt 🥹 this will be my very first post-top surgery clothing item. this shirt will only bless my body when it will not cause gender dysphoria. i am beyond excited!

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if there’s one thing about eddie, he WILL throw a fit

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EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS | 4.08 Chapter Eight: Papa

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DIMPLES DIMPLES DIMPLES

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Met Finn Wolfhard and Gaten Matarazzo while practicing street photography on b&w film. They were so nice and friendly 🥹

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i mean yeah but i still have hope for his returning

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AND THATS HISTORY!

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Thinking about Eddie holding your hand the first time he eats you out. HEAR ME OUT.

nsfw. +18!!!! afab reader. pet names (princess, sweetheart)

You are so nervous about it and your body tensed up, muscles stiff and your lip quivers. Letting your arms fall to your sides, to your breasts or finding some place to keep them steady. The sound of the sheets rustling get Eddie out of his thoughts.

“Am I doing something wrong, princess?” he asks, looking at you through his eyelashes while his lips glisten with your juices.

You shake your head, biting your lip as you take a deep breath.

“Relax, sweetheart. You are doing great” he rubs your thighs, feeling your body melt under his fingertips. “Just do what i told you”

And you do. Because you are little frightened sheep who once wanted to watch a porno with him to shake the curiosity off. When you begged him to eat you out he smiled so bright, you didn’t imagine it was going to be a little overwhelming.

You play with your breasts, teasing one of your nipples. But it’s too much, the sensation making you give up.

Eddie feels you tense up again and he searches for your hand. He is buried in your pussy. His curls tickling the insides of your thighs. Licking and sucking while he groans at how sweet you taste.

Eating you out gently, he is so pussy drunk and his grip against your thigh is so strong because he is soooo strong.

But he is holding your hand, his thumb rubbing against the back of it. And unlike the grip on your thigh, he holds your hand like it’s made of the finest threads of silk. His fingers feel light and warm against your skin.

You chant his name like a prayer as he squeezes your hand SOFTLY.

He never drops your hand, not even when you cum on his tongue and he gives kitty licks to your hole while the room feels like a furnace but with hearts lingering in the air just like in the cartoons.