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Hello hi!!!!!

Here’s a little update- I’m moving, and in finals, and graduating! I’ve been so busy recently but I’m getting back to my writing soon! I have an event coming up that I cannot wait for!

How are you all? Remember my ask box is always open!

Love,

Songbird

#songbird yapping #songbird singing #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things 4

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i mean yeah but i still have hope for his returning

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GRRRR BARK BARK BARK

Happy 4/20, babe.

I got everything set up for you, put your favorite record on.

Can't wait till you get here 🖤

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can i get permission to say something that could potentially get me killed here and would DEFINITELY get me killed on twitter. am i safe with you here

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THE ALTAR OF EDDIE MUNSON????? UGH THATS SO GOOD

Guilty As Sin

Eddie Munson x Christian Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, blasphemy.

Good girls go to church, they don’t smoke, drink, or cuss.

Good girls only go on their knees for prayer.

They certainly don’t pray at the altar of Eddie Munson.

On your knees in the back of his grubby van, weed smoke making the air hazy, leaching into your clothes like an invisible stain, the taste of cheap vodka numbing your tastebuds to his salty musk. 

He sounds like he’s praying, but you don’t think you’ve ever prayed with so many swear words on your lips.

“Oh my fucking god” “Jesus fucking Christ” “Holy shit”

Your neat ribbon tied ponytail unraveling under his insistent hand, guiding you to take his cock, not like when Father Thomas gently guides you to take holy communion.

You lift your eyes to his face, those sinful brown eyes, that smirk which would make the Devil himself blush.

‘Forgive me father, for I have sinned…’ You chant in your head, with each swallow.

“Good girl.” “Pretty girl” “Such a sweetheart”

His praise blooms in your chest, it shouldn’t, pride is a sin.

His thumb strokes a drop of his spend from your lips and offers it to you, the blood of Christ has never been this heady.

You remain on your knees as he pulls up his pants and buckles his belt.

“Cute cardigan…” He grins glancing at your floral cardigan as though suddenly noticing.

“Thank you.” You murmur, flushing pink like the tulips your Grandmother had embroidered.

#songbird reblogging #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut

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Going to try and post something very soon for you all, finals season is kicking my ass

#songbird yapping #I’m graduating this year tho!!! yay

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foreplay is hot (required for good sex)

aftercare is hot (required for healthy play)

foreplay is hot (required for good sex)

aftercare is hot (required for healthy play)

////SUBS AND DOMS BOTH NEED AFTERCARE////

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today i was like hmm. what if steve got off on you praising yourself? and then i wrote this 🫶🏻

reader with a vagina; reader called ‘good girl’; self praise; lovey sappy sex; bf!steve

Steve’s smothering you. Like, in every way he could. His body - a little broken, tired, strong - pushes you into the mattress. His lips won’t let yours go. And he just won’t shut the fuck up about you.

“Say it.” His white teeth clash against yours. “C’mon, say it.”

His cock ruts into your sweet spot. You can’t breathe. You stare up into his mossy eyes when he finally pulls back, your brows furrowed nearly painfully. Begging with your eyes for him to give it up but not strong enough to say it. Because your body is also a little broken and tired and it’s not as strong as his, even if he wants to prove you wrong.

“Please.” His voice cracks. He looks tearful and you can’t understand why. Though you suppose you’d feel the same if he acted like this.

“Pretty.”

Steve moans. He’s getting off on it, hearing you praise yourself for once. “Good baby, s-so good, wanna hear it again.”

You’re going to cry. Bottom lip trembling, you say it again. “I’m pretty.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, and he smiles big at you. “Uh-huh, there you go.”

He’s been teasing you for half an hour. Wouldn’t give you anything until you finally admitted it. Just fucked you slow, pressed the head of his cock against your sweet spot, and waited. Until he was sweaty and you were trembling. Now he takes your leg from his hip and pushes it outwards, just a little, still bent at the knee. Watches your eyes roll back with a proud smile when his cock slides in deeper.

“Tell me you’re an angel.”

He’s grinded to a halt. You’re still suffocating. It feels good. “I’m an angel.”

“Louder, honey.” He’s begging you. Looking at you with such sweet and pitiful eyes you have no other recourse but to obey.

“I’m an angel,” you repeat, louder. “Steve, fuck me.”

“I will,” he shushes, pulling out and then pushing back in nice and slow. Makes you writhe. “Need you to do somethin’ for me, ‘kay? Keep sayin’ those nice things about yourself. You stop, I stop.”

Is this what conditioning is? It’s working. “Like - like what?”

Steve kisses your forehead gently. Handles you with care. “I’ll tell you. Just gotta repeat after me. Okay? Can you do that?”

Your face is so hot, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I - o-okay.”

His pace picks up and it isn’t even hard anymore. Not when you’re mindless on his cock, when he’s looking at you like you’re the creator of everything, when you know he loves you. If he fucks you like this long enough you might actually even start believing what you’re saying.

“I’m gorgeous.”

“I’m so good.”

“I’m soft.”

“I’m sweet.”

The words come out as hiccups between your breaths. And Steve devours every last one.

“That’s my girl, what a good girl, huh?” He rubs his nose against yours. “Say it.”

You whine. “I’m a good girl.”

“Yeah you are, shit,” he gasps. Grinds in real deep, grinding his pelvis into your clit. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You’re so needy for it. “I love you, too.”

Steve laughs breathlessly. “You just repeating that?”

Tears prick at your eyes again. You break out of the grip he has on your calf to hug him around the waist with to your legs. “I mean it, I love you.”

“I know you do,” he coos, hips slowing a little, makes you really feel him. Every inch. “Shit, know you do, so good for me. Say it again, tell me you’re good for me.”

“I’m so good for you.”

Steve groans. “Goddamn right you are.”

#songbird reblogging #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut

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i wanna lazily make out with steve during a rain storm

us on his couch, hands under sweaters, gasping, soft moaning, lips on necks, a little grinding that leads to him going down on me as i starts to storm, the tv on in the background playing some 80s show but neither of us paying attention

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JOE KEERY and CAMILA MORRONE in MARMALADE (2024)

⟶ requested by @superblysubpar

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It is okay to watch movies just because your favorite actor is in them!!!

#songbird yapping #I just watched marmalade #joe keery

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Need this

haiii gf i got a request🙈

older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counter😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hiiiii queen 🤭 you always come in with the older!eddie requests bless ur heart.

18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv

Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.

Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.

He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.

What he isn’t expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.

You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies — snickerdoodles, his favorite — before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.

Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. You’d never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.

“Well don’t you look beautiful this morning,” he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.

“Oh! You startled me,” you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing it’s only him.

He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.

“What’re you doing in here, baby?” he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.

“Making you lunch, handsome,” you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.

“Putting in all this work for little old me?” He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you must’ve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.

“It’s hardly that much work,” you say simply. “And yes, we have to keep little old you fed.”

He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” Eddie purrs. “Think I need to take care of you.”

“Ed,” you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. “You have to get ready for work.”

“It can wait,” he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.

He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. You’re like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.

The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.

“Mmm,” he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. “Don’t tease, honey.”

He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddie’s hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuck, Ed,” you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.

His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. You’re a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, nipping at your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.

“I’m gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?” he continues, awaiting your permission.

You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. “Yes, please,” you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.

You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.

He’s well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. You’re finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.

“Such a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,” Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.

You’re seeing stars, positive you’ve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldn’t name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.

The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil that’s ready to snap, and you’re suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.

His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.

“Why don’t you cum for me, honey?” he rasps into your ear, and it’s enough to send you entirely over the edge.

He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.

Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and you’re reminded that you’re on a time crunch. Eddie’s surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.

“Let’s get cleaned up before I have to leave,” he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. “I’ll get the shower going.”

You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.

“Did you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?” you ask with a smirk.

He laughs. “What can I say? I’m a simple man.”

“Noted.”

#songbird reblogging #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #older!eddie munson #older!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic

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The plagiarism issue on tumblr is HUGE and I’m really sick of people copying our work. The only way I have thought to prevent this is to post under a paywall and I don’t want to do that to anyone who enjoys this site.

I would prefer to message you one on one @ayadrafts but you have me blocked, so I am posting this publicly to ask that you take this fic down. This is a verbatim ripoff of my fic “Phone a Friend”.

I don’t know how to explain how unbelievably shitty that is of you to do to me. Seeing my work blatantly copied without any credit or acknowledgment is not only disrespectful but downright infuriating. And then you block me to cover your tracks? I pour my heart and soul into every fic that I create, as does every writer. And I think you know that.

Maybe I inspired you, I don’t know. Whatever the case, this is outright theft. You’re demonstrating a complete disregard for intellectual property and artistic integrity. It's unacceptable.

Plagiarism, what you did, undermines the hard work and dedication that goes into crafting a piece of work. It’s brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, making moodboards, bouncing ideas off friends, that all goes into how I create a fic from scratch, something that you’re attempting to benefit from. Your decision to plagiarize my work not only disrespects me as a writer but also diminishes the value of your own work, if you even write anything of your own.

Please take this down. You hurt me and I don’t deserve this.

#plagiarism #tumblr please help

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How do we feel about Flight of Icarus?

#songbird yapping #I just finished it :) #eddie munson stranger things #Eddie Munson

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Y’all this series is AMAZING please give it a read <3

Secrets Underneath Masterlist (Steddie X Plus Size You)

A sassy, strong sugar baby, you are exhausted with all the men who claim to be Daddy but lack any of the true qualities especially to handle a beautiful curvy brat like you. One day you find yourself intrigued by a Daddy profile with two figures that hide their identities but seem to live up to their title.

Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#steddie x reader #songbird reblogging #steddie smut #steddie fluff #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie fanfic

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My loves <3333