#eddieandbird

[keeponquinning]

hey yve, now that summer is coming, do you ever think about eddie being annoyed by the hot weather? he has a rickety old fan blowing on him in his room. he’s in nothing but a tank top, lazily stroking himself. his ass sweat making a stain on his bed and his bangs slick to his forehead. he’s wanting nothing more to finish so he can stop stewing in it, but he’s having such a hard time without you there to help him

sorry about this mutuals. it’s demon hours and she asked for it

I didn't think about that, @eddieandbird

I'M THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW !!

I was thinking i wanted summer to come but now I have a whole ass different reason.

18+ !!!

Eddie would be so annoyed with the hot summer weather, the boy wasn't made for it, the fan helps, but not by much. what made it worse, funnily enough, is when he went to the mall with you earlier. because YOU love the summer, and looking forward to it, though you loved cuddling with your boyfriend in the cold, you loved the sun and that feeling of being free in loose fitting clothing made for the heat. you're amazed eddie still goes out with the layered clothing and jeans, already wearing some short shorts and a tank top for the shopping trip. he say you dress in cute summer dresses, so flow-y and cute as you twirled for him. then in more tank tops and jean shorts, showing off your hips and thighs — oh yeah, he really liked those. But the most torture for our favorite boyfriend? when you wanted to try some swimsuits. oh, he loved that the best. at first you tried out the one piece that showed off your curves and more of your thighs, hugging you in the right places, his fingers just itching to grab at you right there in the dressing room. but when you came out with the two piece? cherry red? hugging your breasts and showing off your tummy and your ass, your perfect ass?? He almost lost it. you were too perfect! you looked too good! he almost didn't want you to get that one in case any wandering eyes that were not his looked at the perfect vision of you.

but you did, anyway.

which led him to this sad state, practically melting in the heat, stroking his hard, fat cock, slick from his pre-cum and lube? or just sweat?? he wasn't sure, it made his hand glide up and down with ease, though, bringing him waves of pleasure as his cock throbbed and pulsed...thinking of you in the cherry red two piece bikini, knowing you'd taste so sweet on his tongue... but you were at home, probably sleeping like an angel, while his mind was filled with filth, imagining it's your hand stroking him instead. that helped a little, his tongue poking out between his lips as his hand went faster and faster, imagining you. imagining you begging for him to cum just for you... but every time he was close, something would distract him. some sound from outside the trailer, something that broke the fantasy of you being with him. he wanted to cum, needed to cum, but without you? he just didn't see the point.

"Baby?" he said into the phone when he was too needy. "Did I wake my princess?"

"Mmmhm," you sleepily respond, but he could tell you were smiling. "I don't mind, I was dreaming about you. Made my dream come true."

He grinned so happily at that, biting his bottom lip. "Wanna help me make my dream come true?"

You didn't think you did much, he was saying things much filthier than you were, but with your sweet voice in his ear, encouraging him, saying how much you loved him, he came all over his hand so quickly, so powerful it took the both of you by surprise. The sound of his laugh as he came made your heart beat louder and you grow wet. Repaying you the favor and talking you through your orgasm, his voice soft and deep doing things to you that you hadn't understood. After a moment it was just the two of you on the line, catching your breaths, laughing softly at the moment, how soft it was, how hot, how loving and yet how dirty.

"You know..." you started, swallowing hard. "If you had wanted to do something in the changing room... I would have wanted that, too."

"Shit... Really?"

"Mmhm. I... I would have wanted you to... I kind of...wanted you to touch me, the way you were looking at me with the two piece..."

He let out a sigh, "Shit... Wish I'd known that... I would have, Sweetheart... You looked..." Letting out a laugh, humming softly. "You looked perfect. If I see you wear it again, I... I don't think I'd be able to help myself, y'know?"

"Mmm... I was going to wear it tomorrow, when we're gonna go to the pool..."

"God... Yeah.... Yeah, do that... Gonna kill me, Sweetheart. You really are. But it's one hell of a way to go." He took a deep breath, "You know I hate the summer, right?"

You chuckled, "Uh-huh."

"Yeah, well... It's... It's not so bad, with you. As soon as I heard your voice? Heat didn't bother me once. You're my oasis. Thank you for that. Makes me think... This'll be my best summer yet, our best summer, I can feel it."

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Hi there, Sweetheart! Thank you for tagging me in your birthday post! Feel free to write or make me whatever you want, I don't have a preference. I just wanted to drop off a birthday letter! Eddie told me to give you this:

thank you so, so much for this, i cannot put into words how much it made me smile when i first saw it in my inbox!

p.s. i'm sorry it took me so long to answer, i wasn't sure what to write but decided to go for some birthday headcanons to match up a little with the sweet letter 🤍

It’s Your Birthday - Eddie Munson Headcanons

whether you’re friends, family or dating, eddie always makes a big deal out of your birthday

in the days coming up to it he’ll usually act as if nothing special or important is happening, as if he’s completely forgotten that it’s almost your special day

sometimes, however, the excitement gets to him and he will start teasing you about your birthday in the days and/or weeks leading up to it

he always seems more excited about your birthday than you are, not to mention he’s always more excited about your birthday than he ever is for his own

if he can afford it, he’ll try to buy you something nice but more often than not your present is either something hand-crafted by him or simply a showering of affection that lasts the whole day

whether he can afford a present or not, he always takes you out for your birthday

sometimes you’ll go out and grab some cheap food, other times he’ll drive the two of you wherever you want to go

if you’re dating he will definitely plan a trip to lovers lake

he’d get wayne to help him find someone willing to lend him a boat or he’d just pinch rick’s for the evening, then he’d row the two of you out into the middle of the lake where no one could interrupt you

you’d sit drifting around for hours talking about whatever came to mind

he’d definitely end up falling into the lake or at least almost falling in after messing around and tipping the boat just a little too much

if you managed not to fall in too you’d have to reach out and pull him back into the boat, trying your hardest to heave him back out of the water despite your contagious laughter 

if you fell in with him, however, well that’s a different story

if it’s cold you’d probably both clamber back into the boat and cling to each other for warmth until he got you safely back to shore

if it’s not too cold or at least bearable enough, maybe you’d give in and have a little swim, splashing each other the entire time

no matter what he had planned, it was always something you looked forward to each year

it became less about it being your birthday and more about the memories you’d create together on that very special day each year

every year he’d always promise to do better the next and every year you’d remind him that it didn’t matter if he had the money to do anything ‘special’ since it was always special simply because you were able to spend your birthday with him

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[morganwrites12672]

Steve Harrington x Reader

This one is inspired by a note, by @eddieandbird

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for details!

You had just finished giving a customer some stupid ice cream combo, definitely not a good one, who the fuck eats peach ice cream with caramel and a cherry? Disgusting.

You notice Robin slip you a note as she takes the next customer.

'Hey your uniform looks a little big. Did dingus get you the wrong size?'

you smile as you write your reply.

'Uh, no. It's not mine'

You leave it on the back counter for her to find. You smile knowing Robin would be, well Robin.

You hear an audible gaso and an ice cream scoop fall.

You giggle as she passes not through the window.

'YOURE WEARING STEVE'S SHIRT'

You smile. She took up almost all of the space left with those big ass block letters. All caps. That was her default for surprise.

[eddieandbird]

Eddie's waiting for the right time to ask you out

he's writing to Dustin who totally smacks him in the head after reading this bullshit

[readingwithalyssaa]

Eddie Favs Part 2 (12/11/2023)

Work does not belong to me. 18+

sub eddie @that-munson-boys-whore

pick and choose @neonghostlights

high school pregnancy @sugarsblurbs

move @eiightysixbaby

blurb @eiightysixbaby

overstimulation @starrycollesta

clean @eddieschains

blurb @womanipulatorr

Bully Eddie 1 @prettybabybaby

stepcest @prettybabybaby

Polaroids @taintedcigs

Motivation @taintedcigs

Flip a switch @taintedcigs

even if its a falso god @taintedcigs

Red as a Tomato @filthy-baee

Written Fantasies @relocatedheads

Eddie Fic 1 @fuckmymunson

cupid @fuckmymunson

Weak @elvinaa

the freak and his girlfriend @luvsbyherblogs

A pretty boy and red lipstick kisses @luvsbyherblogs

Anything for Munson @madxyy

The birthday present @strangerthingslover69

Jealous @lunarzstarz

in heat @ourautumn86

Like an animal @ourautumn86

We’ll Burn the Sky @andvys

i know places @andvys

wicked game @andvys

pretty when you cry @andvys

Panties @pervertedreams

Eddie Blurb 1 @nivisdreaming

Menace @retrobutterflies

The freaks gotta tongue of gold @arachine

Fate of the Dice @cozyquinn

Us versus Them @myosotisa

Gangster eddie @emsgoodthinkin

Send me an angel @biancadjarin

Corruption @0anonnymouslyours0

Tattoo Sleeve @sunflowergirl522

real speed @queenimmadolla

Baby love @queenimmadolla

jealous @queenimmadolla

Spanking @eddieandbird

Id do it on his birthday @nervousgardenerkid

As if @eddiessluttywaist

Mean eddie @usedtobecooler

Knocking on heavens door @usedtobecooler

The sex is good @usedtobecooler

Bully eddie 3 @usedtobecooler

bully eddie 4 @usedtobecooler

edging @usedtobecooler

hatefucking @usedtobecooler

[keeponquinning]

Bird, I just consider this a challenge. wear headphones this is ADULT. @eddieandbird

[seatnights]

Who are some of your favorite fan fiction writers?

i spent hours to collect usernames of authors i enjoyed reading from, and i’m sure i missed some, but i tried.

are u ready for this?

authors you SHOULD support:

oneforthemunny / icallhimjoey / jamdoughnutmagician / rosebudsgarden / willowsgri / joequinnisgod / eddiemunsons80sbaby / chrrymunson / eddiemunsonswhxre / lonelysatellites / loveshotzz / usedtobecooler / carolmunson / upsidedownwithsteve / sherifftillman / spicysix / emsgoodthinkin / retrobutterflies / tiannasfanfic / athena-writes-i-guess / shesinchargeareyoukidding / cooliestghouliest / singularattitudeofasafetypin / babybluebex / quinnyfairy / moonchildquinn / i-me-mine / luveline / myosotisa / silent-stories / blueywrites / steviesbicrisis / munson-blurbs / ficsbypix / lovejosephquinn / eddieschains / prettyboyeddiemunson / eddieandbird /pleasantlycrazyworld / corroded-hellfire / trashmouth-richie / justmeinadaze / mopeymopeymouse / munsonslilbunnie / keeponquinning / gatorstillman / allthingsjoeq / jadeylovesmarvelxo / mysticmunson / sugarsblurbs / taintedcigs / gag-me-munson / gravedigginbbydoll / ratskcoreddie / andvys / manicpixiedreamcurl / thruheavenandhighwater / joejoequinnquinn / munsonsreputation / upsidedownmvnson / hellfiresmaster / elightysixbaby / eddiessluttywaist / littledemondani / choke-me-eddie / eddiemunsonsmum / eddiemunsonfuxks / pinkrelish / hllfireclb / indulgence-be-thy-name / wheels-of-despair / hellfiremunsonn / filthyjoetini / ghost-proofbaby / havecourage-darling / forever-rogue / queenimmadolla / josephfakingquinn / roanniom / bimbobaggins69 / songforeddiemunson / munsons-hellfire / honey-flustered / eddie-van-munson / storiesbyrhi / lovebugism / neonghostlights / harrywavycurly / chestylarouxx / courtingchaos / galaxy-siren / harringtons-cupid / hard-candy-writing / wroteclassicaly / raccoonboywrites / dr-aculaaa / palomahasenteredthechat / palomahasenteredthechat / forevermoreharrington / corrodedcorpses / strangerquinns / sunnythevampireslayer / lesservillain / stevenose / eddiesxangel / stveharringtn / spookysteddie / keeksandgigz / darlingsfandom / her-power / idkidknemore / francisquinn / inkluvs / ashwhowrites / hellfire--cult / succubusmunson / v8mpstamp / stevieswhore / munsons-maiden / rustboxstarr / corrodedseraphine / reidsbtch / lexlec / katiemcrae / the-unforgivenn / keerysfolklore / appocalipse / familyvideowithsteve / tiannamortis / joekeeryswife / bettyfrommars / cinemamunson / munson-mjstan / teddyeyeseddie / lofaewrites / mediocredreams / leasstories

OK SO

here we have 137 authors, i didn’t tag anyone cuz i would probably have disturbed half of the fandom, sorry if it’s more difficult this way, but i hope i could help you a bit.

obviously, there’s no order of preference of any kind, and i tried to put as many authors as i could but i know i’ve missed someone. if i did, i’m deeply sorry, it wasn’t on purpose and i have nothing against you! if you wish you can message me or slide in my ask and ill add you immediately!

now, i’m a bit tired after all of this, and my hand hurts but:

DON’T FORGET TO SUPPORT THE AUTHORS!!!

they put their works for free!!! everyone can enjoy media and content for free thanks to them! and it cost you nothing to reblog and share their work.

thank you for every creators / writers/ artist out there to make every single works of yours and sharing them with the world. all of you deserve so much, and thanks to you for so many people the day gets better, it’s like having a sweet little treat, like taking care of yourself, like finding a place where you are understood. so, thank you infinitely. keep it up cause you’re doing amazing!

-🤍🌻🌱

[pitifulbaby]

what is he writing?? song lyrics? dnd campaign? one of the letters written by @eddieandbird ? the world may never know!

[becca-alexa]

Phone Call from Eddie

Eddie Writes About His Growing Feelings for You

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Tells You About a New Band

Eddie Gets Caught Stealing

You're Quite Blushy This Morning, Aren't You Baby?

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Has a Rough Day

Eddie Encouraging You

You Can't Just Be Friends // What Can I Do? // Are We Just Friends?

Eddie Confesses to You // Eddie Rejected

Pride and Prejudice Eddie // Lord of the Rings Eddie

Fuck, Stop Looking At Me Like That, Princess

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Being Romantic // Eddie Trying to Apologize

Eddie Being Heartbroken and Dramatic

Eddie Being Theatrical

Eddie Calling You Sweetheart

You Wanna Grab Something...? // I Really Like You... // She's Behind Me, Isn't She?

Hey, Baby~

Steve Asks You a Question // Steve Tells Off Dustin // Steve and Robin

Don't Be Knockin' the Pie // Jonathan...? // THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO

[edsforehead]

90s!Eddie would have loved Beavis and Butthead and I’ll die on this hill

Also shoutout to @eddieandbird who’s handwriting I absolutely tried to emulate

[scarletttries]

Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson One Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My little Christmas offering of fluffy smut for all the Eddie fans keeping up with my series, but wishing I would write some smut for him too! <3 Thank you for all the support on all my Eddie posts, and feel free to send in new requests any time! (heart) Also I couldn't possibly write a fic about Eddie leaving the reader a note and not recommend everyone go check out the amazing and adorable notes by Eddie and Bird (@eddieandbird) this is definitely inspired by some of their great work :)

Candy Cane Kisses (part of my Christmas List)

"And I heard on the radio on the way to school this morning, it's supposed to snow on Christmas day!" Lucas practically buzzed with excitement talking through his Christmas plans, finally in the last week of school before the Christmas break.

"It never snows in Hawkins." Eddie quickly shot down, focus not shifting from the scrappy piece of paper he clutched in his lap, scratching out line after carefully worded line, unsatisfied with every letter he scrawled messily on the page.

"Who pissed in your eggnog?" Mike snapped at him, leaning across the table to try and see what had his dungeon master so fixated.

"(Y/n)" Dustin sighed, feigning infatuation to the amusement of the others.

"He wishes." Gareth added, another round of raucous laughter sweeping across the table and finally lifting Eddie's eyes from his lap,

"That doesn't even make sense." He rolled his eyes at the smug looks around the table at his attempted protests, before getting entirely distracted by the small group of students walking by the table, in the centre of which floated you. You who made Eddie's stomach feel like he'd only eaten sugar for a week, but in a way he didn't mind. You who could make him feel at home for the length of a class in a town that otherwise despised him. You who looked up and gave him a smile as your group swanned past, his heart fluttering in his chest as he returned the gesture with the smallest wave, setting off the chorus of laughter from his group again. Eddie had it bad.

"So you're sending them a candy cane right?" Dustin probed, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"I don't know, stay out of it Henderson." Eddie retorted, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up the piece of paper in his lap to a fist sized ball, "I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Dude, the first day we had Hellfire after you sat next to (y/n) you opened with 'Fellas, I'm in love.' Maybe just try that?" Lucas offered helpfully, his optimism and honestly slightly overshadowed by Mike's sarcasm,

"Only if you want to scare them off, play it cool, keep it short. How about 'you're probably the only reason I'm getting a B in Biology'." He advised confidently, making Eddie wonder how he'd ended up taking romantic advice from freshman, and how they all actually had girlfriends.

"Just be honest okay, whatever that means." Dustin concluded, leaving Eddie back where he started, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and desperately trying to find the words he'd spent months hoping to say to your face.

---

It was the end of the final period, on the last day of school before the holidays, and everyone watched the clock anxiously, desperate to run outside to see if any candy canes had been left stuck to their lockers.

"That's the reading you need to do over the next two weeks, and before you ask, yes there will be a quiz on it. Have a great break everyone, you are dismissed." Your teacher droned out in a single monotone sentence, not bothering to muster a smile as students poured out of her door with their well-wishes. You let most of the crowd rush ahead, confident your locker would be stood undecorated, focused solely on keeping up with your friends and your grades now that you were in your senior year. You almost didn't bother to check before you headed off for the break, but one small spark of hope made you walk the length of the hallway just in case. And to your surprise there a single candy cane sat, fixed to your locker handle with a curl of red ribbon, a physical token of affection from someone in your life.

You paused for a moment before you dared to read it, revelling in the moment of possibility; any number of friends might have just sent it as a festive gesture and nothing more, but that didn't stop your heart beating a little faster as you finally flicked open the little card,

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that you're kind of my favourite person. And i'm going to miss you over Christmas break. I hope that's okay. Love, Eddie (Munson) (from Biology)"

You wanted to laugh at his detailed signature, but what caught your eye most was the little underline he'd scrawled under 'love'. Like he'd chosen to sign his card like that intentionally, more than just a throw away greeting. You let out a small chuckle to yourself as you walked away from your locker, feeling the corners of your mouth lift up into a smile, glad you didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

---

Eddie had skipped final period in its entirety, a black hole opening up inside his stomach at the thought you reading his far-from-perfect note, sucking up any optimism he'd had for the gesture. He sat on the edge of his bed, growing more and more frustrated at his inability to play along to even a simple song on his guitar, mind entirely clouded in thick, dark fog - until two headlights pulling up outside seemed to cut right through the haze.

You'd never been to Eddie's trailer before, and on the drive over you started to wonder why. You and Eddie only really saw each other at school, occasionally seeing each other on the weekends in a wider group of friends, Eddie always taking the opportunity to find the seat next to you, willing himself to ask you to slip away, and soaking up every second he got to spend in your company. You'd never really had a moment alone together, not without a crowd of students or friends spread out around you, and that realisation gave this whole situation a atmosphere of anticipation as you knocked on the trailer door, Eddie opening it almost as soon as your knuckles made contact, unable to make himself wait a moment longer to see you.

"Hi Eddie, can I come in?" Your voice had a slight nervous shake to it as you spoke, the air in the room feeling a little thin as he opened the door with a nod, pointing down to the small corridor to his bedroom. Staring at the walls covered in dark posters, and metal covers, and occult imagery you couldn't help but smile at just how 'Eddie' his room was, wishing you had been invited in sooner and feeling like you got to know him a little better just by being here. Eddie immediately returned to the same spot on his bed, hunching over slightly in self-preservation as you took small steps, exploring the space.

"Good last day?" Eddie questioned, like small talk could keep him from having to explain himself to you, or experience whatever disappointing conclusion his infatuation with you was about to reach.

"Yeah it was. I got a candy cane." You said softly, pulling the little card from Eddie out of your pocket. Eddie didn't look up from his lap, knowing exactly why you were here in his mind, and bracing himself to spend the rest of the school year skipping biology. "Did you really mean what you wrote?"

He nodded his head softly, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak, desperate to hold himself together at least until you left, "Being your friend has made this year a lot better than the last few, and I love it, but honestly I want to be more than that. And I wanted you to know." He stared down at his hands, twisting a skull shaped ring over and over, as if not looking at you would keep him safe from whatever you were about to say. You walked around to stand just in front of him, the feel of your soft hands taking his enough to pull his focus up towards you, brown eyes glistening as they stared up at you hopelessly.

You moved slowly, first separating his interlocked hands, then bringing each of them purposefully to your waist. He didn't smile as your left his hands there, settling yours around his neck as you gradually sank down to straddle his lap, Eddie's grip tightening slightly as you settled onto his thighs. Brushing a strand of his thick hair away from his cheek bone, you smiled and whispered,

"Thanks for the candy cane." Before leaning in, slowly, carefully until the warmth of his lips melted the coldness on yours. You only held it for a second, testing the waters, Eddie's expression still unreadable as you watched the gears in his head turning. And then he was back on you, diving forward to feel your lips, encompassing you in his arms as he kissed you like the soft peppermint taste of you might be the only thing he ever wanted to experience again. You smiled as you let your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him let out a blissful hum that only parted his lips further, letting him make more hungry swallows of your lips, your head swimming with the obvious devotion in the way he chased your kiss. You pulled him back slightly to get a better look at his face, finally beginning to grow a smile that his romantic gesture had paid off, and that he now knew your lips were even sweeter than he'd been picturing.

"I'm really glad we're going to just protect our friendship." You said matter-of-factly, watching Eddie's face fall back into despair before you erupted into laugh, a matching grin returning to his face as he poked you in the side for your mischief.

"Oh that was cruel! You can't mess with a guy while you're on his lap!" He bellowed through his laughter, lips planting a constellation of kisses across your face, drawn to you now they had the option to be.

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to get off your lap before I laugh at you next time." You teased, happy the dramatic tension in the air had shifted to the kind of laid back joking you loved about Eddie.

"Don't you dare" He rebuffed, squeezing you tightly against his chest to make sure you weren't going to leave his lap for any reason. As his grip shifted you higher on his thighs you could feel yourself brush over his crotch, a growing bulge starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. You rocked your hips again, capturing the involuntary moan from Eddie with a kiss, the vibrations from it running all the way down your spine. Eddie wasn't sure whether to apologise profusely or pretend he wasn't hard between your thighs, wishing he had just an ounce of self-control when it came to you. And then you rocked your hips against him again, intentional in your movements, devilish smile on your face as he broke the kiss to hold in a moan, and Eddie knew he was a goner.

One hand trailing down to your ass to support you, Eddie shifted himself backwards on the bed until he could lay on a pillow, keeping your chest pressed against his as he moved. His breath stilled in his lungs as he felt your weight shifting on top of him, the brushes over his jeans only that much more intense at this angle, his eyes clenching shut as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"We can stop Eddie?" You reassured, a little concerned as he struggled to reopen his eyes to respond.

"I really don't want to stop! I'm just, uh, really not used to having a pretty girl on my bed. Or on my lap. So I'm just very excited." You smiled at his honesty and the slightly pained grin on his face as he looked up at you, leaning over him with his arms wrapped around you, a best case scenario for today that he wouldn't have even dared to dream about.

"You're very sweet. And I'm very excited too." You flirted, watching Eddie's eyes almost roll back in his head with a sigh at your words, before pulling himself together enough to roll you on to your back, rising up on his knees to undo the button on your jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me sweetheart, I already know it." He laughed, almost to himself, as he eased the denim down your legs, until only your panties remained, a sight Eddie had imagined on his cold, lonely nights more than once.

"Fuck." He sighed out as let his lips began to mark a trail up your leg, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and drinking every twitch and giggle the action drew from you. As his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, everything he wanted now in his reach, he raised his head slightly, solemn look in his eye as he spoke,

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" Your heart practically burst with affection as you stared down at him, full of desire and want and need, for him.

"I want this, and I want you Eddie." The words almost came out in a whine as you felt yourself getting wetter waiting for his touch, the smile on his face as your confirmation the most confident he'd looked since you walked into his room.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and removed the final bit of fabric in his way. He started slowly, just running a finger softly over your slit, watching your every reaction closely, wanting to take his time to see exactly what you liked. Even these small touches had his finger coated in slick, and you watched him experimentally bring it to his lips, sucking it clean and humming happily as he did.

"I always knew you were sweet inside and out." He praised before burying his head between your thighs, tongue licking broad flat strokes over your centre, tasting every drop of your excitement and starting to draw louder pants and moans from you with every motion. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, the cold metal of his rings grazing your clit between licks and making your whole body flinch at the sensation. Eddie chuckled against you at the reaction, only stimulating your sensitive bud more,

"Eddie," you whimpered, "You feel so good." He moaned against you at the praise, free hand shifting your shirt up slightly so his broad palm could rest flat over your stomach, holding you in place and feeling you tense and shake as he worked.

"You're so good to me sweetheart, letting me taste you like this. Letting me hear you say my name like this is one of my wet dreams. Now whenever I wear my rings I'm just going to be thinking about how much you like them here." As if it prove his point he brought the cold metal to brush over your clit, soft strokes in time with plunging fingers, your thighs clenching around his head involuntary at the throbbing feeling growing inside you of,

"Fuck, you're killing me (y/n)." He groaned again at the movement, feeling his own hips rock against the bed as yours started to buck against his touch, following his every movement, the pressure tightening in your stomach as his tongue returned to your clit, worshipping every inch of your pussy with his fingers and mouth, holding you against the bed as you started to squirm at all tingly sensation spreading through you.

"Eddie," You cried out again as he curved his fingers to massage a new spot inside you, steady flicks of his tongue bringing you to the edge as he savoured every drop of you he tasted, "I'm gonna-" was all you got out as the tension inside you overflowed into release, your legs shaking around Eddie as he moaned happily against you, maintaining his steady rhythm as he felt the waves of pleasure ripple through your core, even the soft brush of his untamed hair on your inner thighs making you flinch with sensitivity.

You felt your head begin to clear as your rode out your orgasm, placing a hand under Eddie's chin to bring him up for a kiss, watching the slight glee in his eyes as he held his position a little too long, watching you squirm from the overstimulation of his continuous circles on your clit, knowing you were awakening something in him you'd be on the receiving end of for a long time to come.

He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as you brought his lips back to yours, feeling himself twitch in excitement at the combination of two new favourite tastes. He only leant up for air as you pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands trace along each of his tattoos, noticing the slight gasp of breath he took when the tip of your finger brushed lightly over each of his nipples. Even with his whole body pressed to yours, your entrance still sensitive from his touch, you needed to feel more of him. Clearly hoping for the same thing, the second you started to unbutton his jeans, Eddie quickly stood up, kicking them off for you, watching in awe as you pulled off your shirt, and unclasped the bra underneath letting it fall forwards, watching Eddie's hard cock twitch as you discarded it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Eddie said the words like a prayer, awestruck as he crawled back over your form, lips drawn to your now exposed chest. One hand followed cupping and kneading at the tender curves while his lips grazed over the other nipple, planting gentle kisses and tracing soft shapes with his tongue, sure nothing had ever compared to how good he felt right now.

He had the the exact same thought as your hand snaked between your bodies, taking hold of Eddie's throbbing length and starting firm, smooth strokes, your thumb rubbing the base in a way that made Eddie let out an earth-shattering moan. He was used to the feel of his own hand, supplemented by his vivid imagination, but feeling the touch of yours as his tip dipped into the soft, sticky skin of your thighs had Eddie finding nirvana and swearing allegiance to whichever dark force put you in his life. Losing the ability to do anything but pant and groan as you worked him in your hand, you eased Eddie on to his back bringing a leg over him to straddle his thighs once again. Eddie watched you through lidded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with every touch, his whole body jolting as you ran your tongue over his leaking tip, not sure how much more of this he was going to survive.

"(y/n)" he managed to moan out breathlessly, eyes widening as he watched you line him up between your dripping folds. .

"You still want this Eddie?" You sighed out, making sure to put extra emphasis on his name as you teasingly ran him over your slit.

"Fuck, yes, please, please." He begged, hips trying to buck up beneath you, desperate to feel you wrapped around him. His cock almost ached as you slowly sank down around him, feeling yourself stretched and filled completely by his perfect size. Eddie watched your eyes flutter shut as you took a few gentle bounces, your chest jumping with the rest of you in easily the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen. Needy for more of you, to feel you react to his touch again, Eddie sat himself up, keeping you wrapped around him as he pulled you into his lap.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit, watching as you started to bounce more eagerly in response to his touch, your sensitivity addictive to Eddie, his mind already racing with all the fun he could have with it, driving you over the edge of pleasure again and again if you'd let him.

"Eddie," you moaned again as his fingers strummed over you, tongue lapping at your nipples as you rocked up and down, every part of you alight at his vigilant touch. He focused on your every noise and tremble, trying to memorise the look on your face as your hips started to stutter again, back arching your chest against his lips as your walls started clench down around him,

"That's my girl, cum for me, that's it." He praised, coaxing the orgasm out of you with frantic thrusts of his hips, making sure you were almost crying with ecstacy before he finally spilled his seed inside you, the feeling of releasing all over your walls something he knew he'd be chasing again and again, wanting to stay deep inside you forever.

You could feel the content smile washing over your face as you collapsed onto Eddie's chest, his back landing on the bed again as his hands worked soft warm circles over your skin.

"That was amazing." You signed out absentmindedly, Eddie humming happily in agreement as he kept you held close, enjoying the perfect moment of bliss before he worked up the nerve to ask you on a real date. He let his gaze fall to your satisfied face, before a glimpse of something shimmering caught his eye out the window - turns out it did snow in Hawkins sometimes.

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In the cold November rain

Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

Part 1 /12? Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

The bell tinkles as you enter Family Video, a girl with shoulder-length hair is behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. She barely looks up as you walk to the romance section. You've been looking forward to tonight for weeks. You have the perfect evening planned, you and John Huges alone in your parent's house. Microwave popcorn, teenage angst, and no thinking. Your workload is crushing this semester. With the deadline for three big projects looming, your stress level is at an all-time high, and Jake Ryan is sure to cure what ails you. Your parents tried to convince you to postpone your plans for another weekend. They were at the lake all week and didn't want to miss your short visit home. As much as you loved them, you planned it this way on purpose, wanting to be on your own for a while. You were scanning the shelves when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Can I…Oh! It's you." Steve Harrington is beside you, with his long hair pushed back from his face looking perfect and handsome in his green vest with his name pinned to it. "What are you doing here?" He asks, pulling you in for a friendly hug. He still smells the same, Irish Spring, Faberge shampoo, and all the other little things that make you think of home.

"I needed a movie." It's overwhelming having him so close again. "You work here?"

"Yeah. It's kind of depressing, right? This is actually a step up from my last job." It's not like him to be anything less than confident.

"There's nothing wrong with working here, Steve."

"You look so different. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Gee, thanks." You tease.

"You're beautiful. Just old. I mean, not old..older."

You laugh as he stumbles over his words. "That's what happens when you grow up."

You've known Steve Harrington all your life. Your parents are friends, and your dads do business together. When you were little, he used to run around naked in your backyard, and you spent many summer days swimming in his pool. There are albums full of photos of the two of you on family vacations and during the holidays.

He was your best friend in Elementary School. You were shy and quiet, and he was confident and cool. Even back then, he was larger than life. He protected you from bullies and ensured you always had a seat next to him at lunch. You never had to make your own friends because it was just expected that his crowd would welcome you. In return, you took care of him. His parents were frequently gone, and he wasn't their top priority when they were home. Your mom always had an extra snack waiting for him and an extra place set in case he stayed for dinner. You think your dad had secretly wanted a boy. He spent hours with Steve playing catch in the backyard. He even coached one of his little league teams for a season. You were in awe of him. You'd play whatever game he chose and watch all his favorite cartoons. The only thing that mattered to you was being by his side. He would talk endlessly about sports, which you were never interested in, but you never missed a single one of his games.

Things start changing as you head into middle school. He grew taller and his features sharpened. Being a natural athlete gave him lean muscles that girls started whispering about. Your social status was elevated for just knowing him. The other girls told you how lucky you were that he spent time with you. And that's how you felt lucky and special. He was always one of the cool kids, but now he spent more time working at it. He liked the benefits of being popular, and so did you, so you never questioned him.

One afternoon you came from school, and your mother tearily told you your dog Pepper had been hit by a car. You ran to his house crying, throwing yourself into his arms. You expected him to cry with you or at least be sad. You wanted him to get you through it, make it okay like he always did. A few boys from his basketball team were hanging around when you arrived. They traded uncomfortable looks while you explained what happened. He held you at arm's length and told you that Pepper was just a dog and that you were embarrassing him. From that day forward, you understood that there are expectations that come along with standing by his side. So you became what he wanted. You wouldn't swear or gossip; you were a nice girl, a sweet girl. You always wore nice clothes, sweater sets, and preppy loafers. Your frizzy hair tamed into a high pony or a bun. You looked like you belonged with him. When you were alone, he'd act more like himself, playful and even a little goofy. Those moments made you fall in love with him, and you fell hard. He could make your whole day with only a smile or a kind word.

He started dating the summer before high school. That's when the first cracks appeared on your heart. He didn't see you anymore. You were just…there. An accessory. He still treated you kindly and made sure you had a seat close to him at the lunch table, just not next to him. Not anymore. That seat was for whoever had caught his eye. He climbed through your window late after practice or after a date to tell you about his day. More cracks came when the conversation would turn to his girlfriends, but if you could be what he needed, maybe he would come back to you. Someday he would realize that you were the one that truly cared about him. So you grew a thick skin and waited.

You picked all the same classes as him so you could help with his homework and have more time with him. You had a seat with the popular kids in every class. Steve's parents started going out of town more often. He threw parties while they were gone cementing his title as King Steve. You were always invited, and they were always fun. You would stay over and help him clean up so his parents wouldn't find out. You took your place at the top of the high school social hierarchy. You walked the halls beside him with your head high in the air. Everyone knew who you were, and you got used to being treated a certain way. He gave you everything, and you never earned any of it.

Part 2

[eddieandbird]

guys i got them !! the candle smells SO good

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MCR, did you have to call me out? Tatiana, did you put them up to this? 🥴

The real ones will notice the background from @eddieandbird from my birthday month last year. 🩵

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Since I have no love for my free time, I changed my url

robiin-buckley -> talesofesther

I've been wanting to do this for a while, because one; a couple of people already thought my name was Robin lol, and two; this blog will always be multifandom, so I guess I just wanted something that's mine and not tied to any fandom

All of my links (that are so so many, I'm genuinely scared) will be updated soon <3

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Yeah, I'm weak. Another fabulous note from @eddieandbird, very SUBTLY requested by @quinnkeerys. VERY subtle! Enjoy guys.