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eddie taking you nice and slow in the back of his trailer. soft, gentle, thrusts, love poured into each one. he makes you feel so special. like you’re the only girl in the world.
you don’t think you deserve the way he treats you like a princess, but eddie’s so determined to make you understand how precious you are.
he holds your hand while he fucks you, ring clad fingers cool against your sweaty palms. he kisses your temple, rolls his hips into your aching cunt. you feel encompassed by his whole being, love and tenderness lit like an aura around you.
“my beautiful girl,” he’d whisper, smiling into your mouth. he kisses you with everything he has, love and adoration, slowly and gently because he belongs to you and only you.
you’re stomach churns, heavy and warm and pooling with desire for him. he reaches between your bodies to rub at your clit and you keen. you can’t help but repeat his name, begging, pleading, thanking.
his cock fills you so good, each thrust calculated to intensify your pleasure. your hands are in his hair and on his back, and gripping at his shoulders. arching your back, purring for him, dizzy with need.
“i love you- love you so much.” he drawls, kissing your neck. his fingers still toy with your clit and you know it won’t be long before you’re pushed over the edge.
his words turn you red, make your heart beat faster, fill your stomach with butterflies that you just can’t contain. you’re mumbling about how much you love him and how amazing he makes you feel. how you’re his forever and always.
he groans when you clench around him, telltale sign that you’re close.
“you’re close?” he purrs.
you nod frantically, whimpers rising from your throat.
“please, please, please.” you whisper, and he could never deny you of anything.
“want you to come for me, angel.” he says sweetly, hips ramming into your g-spot.
your vision whites out, and you cry, nails digging into his shoulders.
“that’s it, pretty girl,” he mumbles. “so good for me.”
he never stops talking you through it, telling you how good you feel around him, how beautiful you look coming on his cock.
you breathe harshly, holding him tightly against you as he works himself to his orgasm.
“eddie,” you whimper, and its devastating, what just the sound of your fucked out voice can do to him. his stomach coils and his hips stutter, balls pulled tight and about to spill his load.
“inside,” you whisper, needing it, needing him to fill you up.
“fuck,” he groans, spilling hotly into your cunt. it’s wet and warm, and you feel it spilling down your thighs as he fucks his come into you. but it’s somehow comforting, the two of you entangled together, mixing with each other.
he’s breathing into your neck, laying gentle kisses along your skin. he’s still fully seated inside you and you never want him to move. he pumps into you a few more times, and while overstimulating, it feels so right. you hold his hips against you, making him stay for just a bit longer.
“i love you eds,” you say to him.
he kisses you for real this time, sweaty curls falling into your face.
“i love you, always.” he responds.
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the 5 love languages are:
- Sharing a blunt
- All forms of cooking
- Being incredibly stupid on purpose
- Collaborative hating
- Ignoring things
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you a bitch 🤭☺️
lmao um ok 😭😭
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Dating Steve Harrington
“you are the only person i think about when i fall asleep and the first one i want when i wake up…”
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eddie munson scrambles eggs and eats them straight out of the pan like a raccoon chewing through trash in the middle of the night, and when you walk into the kitchen he freezes like you’ve caught him doing something illegal
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personally i like spring weddings because of the flowers, but i can be persuaded for a fall wedding
light blue, green, turquoise, black, and pink 😏
I love youuuuuuu🥰
so like when are we getting married? 👀
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how are you?
I’m sorry! I didn’t see this until now, the signal at my college is soo bad 😭
but I’m doing okay, classes are going good but I’ve had so much work so I haven’t been able to work on any requests 🙃 but I will try over the weekend
how are you
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i'm the anon who requested the showering eddie in affection fic! and yeah, sugar baby!eddie is basically what i'm asking for. and gn or fem!reader is good, but if you do decide to make them fem, could you add detail about them being hyperfeminine/girly? if not, that's fine too! thank you <3
You got it :) Love this idea, I’ve never written something like this!
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to the anon who requested the showerng eddie in affection, do you want gn or a specific gender because you didn’t specify. Also I’m thinking sugar baby!eddie and idk if that’s what you were aiming for. Just shoot me an ask when you see this please :)
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YOUR LOVE IS SUNLIGHT
summary: taking care of a hungover eddie :) pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader wc: 1.1k requested: yes
tw: none
a/n: do I love it? no, but I’m posting it before I hate it completely :/
your love is sunlight
It's the harsh sunlight bleeding in through the curtains that wakes Eddie up from his slumber. Head pounding and noise offensive to his ears, causing a groan to escape from his lips. He buried his face further into the pillow, trying to hang onto his sleep for a while longer to no avail. A frustrated sigh leaves his mouth, reaching out for you, searching your side of the bed with his hand and finding cold, disheveled sheets in your stead.
Eddie lifted his head, looking over at your empty spot and frowned. You never leave him alone when he’s hungover, your morning cuddles always lull him back to sleep. “Baby?” He calls out, sitting up.
He can still smell the faintness of your signature scent—apples—coming from the open bathroom door. The mirror still foggy from the steam of your shower. He knows you couldn’t have been up for long.
Eddie rises out of bed with a small huff, the warmth of the sheets being replaced by the harshness of the cool air hitting his bare chest. He shudders, goosebumps littering across his bare skin as he throws on the nearest thing he could find—a knitted sweater folded neatly on the foot of the bed. It’s the one you got him for his birthday a few months ago, insisting that it was perfect for the cold weather.
He smiles knowingly, shuffling down the stairs in search of you, disregarding the socks laying beside the sweater.
You heard Eddie before you saw him, padding footsteps descending down the wooden stairs. He was barefoot, skin slapping wood as he walked—something you always scolded him lightly for. You fight a smile off your face, flipping the waffle maker, “You forgot your socks, Bug.”
His arms wrap around your waist, face burying into your neck. “I woke up and you were gone. You left me alone…I was cold…I thought you had abandoned me, really.” He said teasingly, pressing kisses to your skin after every pause.
“I was making you breakfast. I was going to surprise you with it in bed, Bug.” You hummed, twisting in his arms and pulling away far enough to look at his face. He was as beautiful as ever, sleep still lacing his features. “Do you really think I would abandon you? I’m hurt, Edward.” You say incredulously, turning your face from him dramatically.
“Ever the dramatic, sweetheart.” He chuckles, lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. “Was I a good boy last night? Didn’t make you work too hard, did I?”
“Oh, you were the best boy! Truly. A giggly, stumbly mess.” You smiled, holding his face between your hands and peppering kisses all over. “You told me I was pretty, and you wanted me to come home with you—you even said you got lucky!”
“Well of course I’m lucky, have you seen yourself...” He hummed, eyes closed as he leaned into your touch. You could tell from the look on his face that he was barely holding it together, the sound of the bacon sizzling and the light bubbling of the coffee maker was bothering him. His brows furrowed up in discomfort.
“Your head hurts, doesn’t it?” Your voice is soft, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I can finish this off and bring it upstairs.”
“I don’t want to be there alone.” He opened his eyes enough to look at you through his lashes, a small smile on his lips.
“I’m not making you wait, Eds. Waffles and bacon will have to do for now.” You murmured, pulling away from him enough to plate some waffles.
“You’re spoiling me, baby.”
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Half an hour later, you were both lying in bed again. Eddie was curled up to your side, head resting on your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He hummed softly, nuzzling his cheek against the soft material of your shirt. You could tell from that alone that he was close to falling asleep again, it was something he always did to get comfortable.
“Was that all I did last night?” Eddie slurred tiredly, sleep evident in his voice.
“There was a moment when you got upset.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his hair. “You asked me if I thought you were a bug because I kept calling you one, which was funny.”
“Oh, god” he laughed gently, hiding his face with the covers. “Did I really?”
“Yeah! You forgot we were dating, too!”
“I would never!”
“I swear!” You giggled, looking down at him. “You told me you had been wanting to kiss me all night after I told you.”
“Never let me drink again.” He groaned, leaving a vacant feeling on your chest as he threw himself back against his pillow. “I’m getting old..I’m a lightweight!”
“Who’s the dramatic one now?”
Eddie chuckled gently, turning on his side to look at you. You followed his movements, turning on your side to face him, sporting a smile. “Are you feeling better? Does your head still hurt?”
He shook his head, “No, the meds are kicking in.”
Neither of you said anything for a while. You basked in the silence of each other, taking in the others features like you’ve done time and time before. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the freckles littering his face—the one above his left eye, the one under it. You had memorized him years ago, over the late night conversations when the world was quiet and still, you couldn’t get enough of him.
“Thank you for always taking care of me.” Eddie whispered after a while, caressing your cheek gently.
“It’s what you do for the people you love, Bug.” You whisper back, sliding closer to him and leaning into his touch.
“I love you..and I’m grateful.”
“Love you too, Bug. Always.”
A moment later, he’s pulling you into his chest, making a home for you between his arms. Your eyes fall shut, breathing him in, and it isn’t long until you’re deep in slumber. Eddie follows suit, eyes falling shut as he breathes in your scent. It’s still apples and clean linens, but there’s a hint of syrup and bacon and home. He’s happy and he’s fed and most importantly, he feels loved.
The world is non existent to him for the next few hours as he holds you in his arms and listens to your soft breathing. It’s simple and warm and as sleep grows heavy on him, he presses a kiss to your hair and smiles.
“I’m gonna marry you soon, I promise”
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can i request a moodboard for eddie with a dark academia partner (:?
thank you for the request! posted here
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Eddie Munson + Dark Academia!Partner
“i have you completely and still, i cannot get enough of you…”
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#stranger things#eddie munson#strangerthingsedit#dark aesthetic#dark academia#eddie munson moodboard#stranger things moodboard#dark academia aesthetic#eddie munson edit#joseph quinn#joseph quinn moodboard#metalboiimunson#my moodboards
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your fic about taking care of drunk!eddie was excellent! could you maybe write a second part about taking care of hungover!eddie in the morning? <3
thank you for reading! I’m glad you liked it, as requested, part 2 is posted here!
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YOUR LOVE IS SUNLIGHT
summary: taking care of a hungover eddie :) pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader wc: 1.1k requested: yes
tw: none
a/n: do I love it? no, but I’m posting it before I hate it completely :/
your love is sunlight
It's the harsh sunlight bleeding in through the curtains that wakes Eddie up from his slumber. Head pounding and noise offensive to his ears, causing a groan to escape from his lips. He buried his face further into the pillow, trying to hang onto his sleep for a while longer to no avail. A frustrated sigh leaves his mouth, reaching out for you, searching your side of the bed with his hand and finding cold, disheveled sheets in your stead.
Eddie lifted his head, looking over at your empty spot and frowned. You never leave him alone when he’s hungover, your morning cuddles always lull him back to sleep. “Baby?” He calls out, sitting up.
He can still smell the faintness of your signature scent—apples—coming from the open bathroom door. The mirror still foggy from the steam of your shower. He knows you couldn’t have been up for long.
Eddie rises out of bed with a small huff, the warmth of the sheets being replaced by the harshness of the cool air hitting his bare chest. He shudders, goosebumps littering across his bare skin as he throws on the nearest thing he could find—a knitted sweater folded neatly on the foot of the bed. It’s the one you got him for his birthday a few months ago, insisting that it was perfect for the cold weather.
He smiles knowingly, shuffling down the stairs in search of you, disregarding the socks laying beside the sweater.
You heard Eddie before you saw him, padding footsteps descending down the wooden stairs. He was barefoot, skin slapping wood as he walked—something you always scolded him lightly for. You fight a smile off your face, flipping the waffle maker, “You forgot your socks, Bug.”
His arms wrap around your waist, face burying into your neck. “I woke up and you were gone. You left me alone…I was cold…I thought you had abandoned me, really.” He said teasingly, pressing kisses to your skin after every pause.
“I was making you breakfast. I was going to surprise you with it in bed, Bug.” You hummed, twisting in his arms and pulling away far enough to look at his face. He was as beautiful as ever, sleep still lacing his features. “Do you really think I would abandon you? I’m hurt, Edward.” You say incredulously, turning your face from him dramatically.
“Ever the dramatic, sweetheart.” He chuckles, lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. “Was I a good boy last night? Didn’t make you work too hard, did I?”
“Oh, you were the best boy! Truly. A giggly, stumbly mess.” You smiled, holding his face between your hands and peppering kisses all over. “You told me I was pretty, and you wanted me to come home with you—you even said you got lucky!”
“Well of course I’m lucky, have you seen yourself...” He hummed, eyes closed as he leaned into your touch. You could tell from the look on his face that he was barely holding it together, the sound of the bacon sizzling and the light bubbling of the coffee maker was bothering him. His brows furrowed up in discomfort.
“Your head hurts, doesn’t it?” Your voice is soft, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I can finish this off and bring it upstairs.”
“I don’t want to be there alone.” He opened his eyes enough to look at you through his lashes, a small smile on his lips.
“I’m not making you wait, Eds. Waffles and bacon will have to do for now.” You murmured, pulling away from him enough to plate some waffles.
“You’re spoiling me, baby.”
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Half an hour later, you were both lying in bed again. Eddie was curled up to your side, head resting on your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He hummed softly, nuzzling his cheek against the soft material of your shirt. You could tell from that alone that he was close to falling asleep again, it was something he always did to get comfortable.
“Was that all I did last night?” Eddie slurred tiredly, sleep evident in his voice.
“There was a moment when you got upset.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his hair. “You asked me if I thought you were a bug because I kept calling you one, which was funny.”
“Oh, god” he laughed gently, hiding his face with the covers. “Did I really?”
“Yeah! You forgot we were dating, too!”
“I would never!”
“I swear!” You giggled, looking down at him. “You told me you had been wanting to kiss me all night after I told you.”
“Never let me drink again.” He groaned, leaving a vacant feeling on your chest as he threw himself back against his pillow. “I’m getting old..I’m a lightweight!”
“Who’s the dramatic one now?”
Eddie chuckled gently, turning on his side to look at you. You followed his movements, turning on your side to face him, sporting a smile. “Are you feeling better? Does your head still hurt?”
He shook his head, “No, the meds are kicking in.”
Neither of you said anything for a while. You basked in the silence of each other, taking in the others features like you’ve done time and time before. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the freckles littering his face—the one above his left eye, the one under it. You had memorized him years ago, over the late night conversations when the world was quiet and still, you couldn’t get enough of him.
“Thank you for always taking care of me.” Eddie whispered after a while, caressing your cheek gently.
“It’s what you do for the people you love, Bug.” You whisper back, sliding closer to him and leaning into his touch.
“I love you..and I’m grateful.”
“Love you too, Bug. Always.”
A moment later, he’s pulling you into his chest, making a home for you between his arms. Your eyes fall shut, breathing him in, and it isn’t long until you’re deep in slumber. Eddie follows suit, eyes falling shut as he breathes in your scent. It’s still apples and clean linens, but there’s a hint of syrup and bacon and home. He’s happy and he’s fed and most importantly, he feels loved.
The world is non existent to him for the next few hours as he holds you in his arms and listens to your soft breathing. It’s simple and warm and as sleep grows heavy on him, he presses a kiss to your hair and smiles.
“I’m gonna marry you soon, I promise”
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