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brainwashedkitten · 19 days ago

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Eddie and his unintentional boners

I’m thinking about Eddie constantly getting a boner around you. Like he can’t control it obviously, but it’s to a point where it’s embarrassing and you’re like, “Again?! I literally didn’t do anything?!! What did I even just do??” Trying to retrace your movements to pinpoint what you even did to make him get hard.

One time you’re talking about Kiss and Gene Simmons’ crazy tongue. Not only is it long, but he can twist it super fluidly. You’re telling Eddie you think you figured out how to twist your tongue the same way- at least one direction, you haven’t figured out how to make it go the other way yet. A mental block you’ll be sure to work through while you’re bored at Family Video.

All you do is show him your discovery and he’s fully hard. Immediately. And he’s mortified. You were mid conversation as you showed him the trick, it was a split second display and you continued your thoughts about how people in grade school used to show off folding their tongues like little tacos. It was completely unimportant and just a thought you had that you felt the need to share, but then you noticed he was being weird. He was no longer as engaged in your words as he was and he wasn’t making eye contact any longer. Shifting in his seat, he looked like a guilty dog who got in the trash and is just waiting for you to see the mess he made. You stop what you’re saying to ask him what’s wrong, why is he so uncomfortable all of a sudden?

You and he were lounging at his trailer which called for sweatpants. So it became very apparent what the problem was when he didn’t answer your questions, but rather made a split second glance at his prominent erection, completely not meaning to draw your gaze there as well. And you weren’t doing anything! You’re immediately confused, honestly just wanting to understand how you made him hard so fast. You could sure use that information for future reference.

“What did I do? I didn’t even do anything?” You’re so confused the last statement comes off more as a question. All you were doing was talking about your neat new trick, sure you showed him it, but it was a split second and it’s literally just your tongue moving??

Well, that was enough for him. Honestly, you thought you licking ice cream all sexy-like or something would’ve gotten him like this, but apparently all you have to do is twist your tongue. You weren’t even trying to be sexy! You were just excited to show off your trick!!! And he got so hard, so fast.

He knows his sudden boner was uncalled for. He knows you weren’t trying to seduce him, but when his hot girlfriend twirls her tongue like that he can’t help his dirty thoughts. He was honestly a little frightened at how immediate it was, because truthfully it wasn’t his dirty thoughts that got him hard like that. It was quite literally just watching your tongue move like that and his body did the rest for him.

He’s got a problem, and it’s bad. All he has to do is see you and he’s hard. It’s not like you and him don’t get intimate! He satiated! Often! But his body is on fire when you’re around. He’s got the hormones of like 10,000 teenage boys combined. He’s 23 for crying out loud- at this point he thought the embarrassing drop-of-a-hat-boners from when he was 16 would be something of the past. But alas, the wind could blow your perfume his way and he’s hard. He’s seriously considering seeing a doctor about it at this point.

You, on the other hand, think it’s adorable. He hates that. You get real sweet and condescending at the same time when he gets unintentionally hard for no reason around you.

“Baaabbbyyy!” You laugh out the endearment, a smile on your beautiful face and your eyebrows drawn in sympathy. As if. He knows you love it. You couldn’t be earnestly sympathetic to his issue if you had a gun to your head. You think it’s adorable and hilarious. He suffers, and you think it’s funny. It leads to many a disagreement- well, not a disagreement per se- more of Eddie pouting with his arms crossed, body facing away from you in protest, dick standing straight up in his old basketball shorts.

You’re too busy laughing and cooing out aw’s and babyyy’s to give in to his pout. He’s insufferable, he wears that descriptor with pride. When you don’t give in to his pouting, dick still straight up- because who is he kidding…he gets even harder when you coo at him, the laughing doesn’t soften him either…- he’ll turn back to you with his best pitiful look. He knows what he’s doing, this is where the ‘insufferable’ comes in. It’s those big wet baby cow eyes of his, he wields them like weapons. You’re a victim to his ways, he knows this for a fact. It’s exactly why, when he doesn’t get his way, he’s whipping those suckers out. Your laughing subsides when you get a look at the most pitiful boy you’ve ever seen. You scoff as if you have a chance at being unaffected, but you’re taking off your top, regardless. He smiles smugly knowing he got you.

You never get to laugh at him for long when he’s hard like that, he gets his way every time. You’re a weak, weak woman. It’s his favorite quality about you.

A/N: this was based on a real event with my ex, I showed him how I can twirl my tongue super offhandedly and he was immediately hard, it was amazing. Huge ego boost because I was genuinely confounded at how that one little thing affected him that much. And I mean fully hard. Which is what confused me like we were just talking about being able to move our tongues weirdly and I showed what I could do and boom- hard dick. I like to remember that moment when I have low self esteem because I literally did nothing to deserve that hard on, so I must just be hot as fuck or something lmfao.

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brainwashedkitten · 19 days ago

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Thinking about sitting behind boyfriend!Eddie in class and using the opportunity to scratch his back as he looks ahead. He loves the touch and the soothing rake of your nails across his back. He’s a whore for the smallest touches.

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brainwashedkitten · 1 month ago

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After looking at the calendar hanging on my fridge earlier this morning, it made me think about how I’ve never had a midnight kiss on New Year’s Eve, which then had me thinking about how best friend!Eddie would react finding out you never had a midnight kiss on New Year’s Eve. I know NYE is long over, but I just can’t get this out of my head 😩

I imagine he wouldn’t believe it at first, perhaps laughing it off with a “Yeah right. With the few boyfriends you’ve had over the last ten years at least one of them had to have given you a midnight kiss on New Year’s Eve at some point.” response.

But you don’t smile or laugh with him, just stare him blankly in the face before a frown forms on your own as the memories of your past come flooding to the forefront of your mind. “No, actually, they didn’t. One of them always went away with family for the holidays, another cheated on me on New Year’s Eve, and the other told me he thought New Year’s Eve kisses were a lame tradition.”

Eddie’s stunned by your confession, finding it hard to believe that anyone could cheat on you let alone not want to kiss you to ring in the new year. Eddie may be your best friend, but you’ve never told him any of these things before, not knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate chancing jail time by kicking your two exes asses for breaking your heart in such a way. “What the fuck. How come you’ve never told me this before?”

“Because you probably would have gone to jail for beating the shit out of them if I told you.” You state matter-of-factly.

“You’re damn fucking right! And I would have served that jail time proudly.” He declares, his mouth falling into a frown now. “I never liked those assholes, I knew they’d end up breaking your heart. I always told you you deserved better than guys like them.”

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t listen.” You pouted at him, moving to hug him around the waist before resting your chin on his chest so you could gaze up at him. “It’s why I’ve decided to just stay single, I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never find someone who will love me the way I deserve.”

Eddie’s frown deepens, his own arms wrapping around you to hold you snug against him. “But I love you, Sweetheart. I figured you’d have realized that by now.” He murmurs quietly, his chocolate orbs filled with a yearning you’ve never quite seen before. He’s been dying for you to finally see just how in love with you he is, but with the walls you’ve built around yourself after your many failed relationships, you were blind to the devotion he has for you.

“You love me?” You whisper, that joyous and hope-filled fluttering of your heart that’s laid dormant for many years now awakening in your chest from the way Eddie looked at you when he confessed his feelings for you. You never thought Eddie would ever love you, not when you feel that he’s way out of your league.

You hear as the crowd at Time’s Square in New York City on Eddie’s living room TV begins counting down from ten, each second ticking down to signal the nearing new year, but all Eddie can do is focus on you with a wide smile of adoration on his face.

“I do. You’re the love of my life, Sweetheart.” His hands reach to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones before he’s leaning in to press a deep kiss to your lips and pouring every ounce of love for you into it, the clock striking midnight just as his lips meet yours.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Loud cheers and fireworks sound from the TV, but yours and Eddie’s attention are focused solely on each other at this moment.

You immediately kiss Eddie in return, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you press yourself as close to him as you physically can, needing to feel the warmth of his embrace while he shows you with the kiss just how much he loves you. “I love you too, Eddie.” You softly murmur before kissing him again.

For your first ever New Year’s Eve kiss, it’s far better than you could have possibly imagined, especially since it’s with Eddie. Thinking about it now, you’re glad you never had a kiss to ring in the new year with any of your exes, they certainly weren’t worthy of it and couldn’t have made the experience as perfect as Eddie did.

“Happy New Year, Sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs with a smile, his arms giving a gentle squeeze around your waist.

“Happy New Year, Eddie.”

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brainwashedkitten · 2 months ago

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I've been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe lately to hopefully manifest me seeing them in Las Vegas next year. Came up with this while driving, which is how a lot of my ideas come to be recently. Word Count - 1.6k

"Come on please, I have no idea what they have planned and it's killing me." He was practically begging you at this point. You roll your eyes as you walk down the next aisle, stacking the next set of 'romantic comedies' that just came in.

"Eddie, it's your birthday, it's supposed to be a surprise. And can you please stop bugging me while I'm working?"

"Yeah yeah sure I'll stop bugging you" he grits his teeth, "if you tell me what they have planned."

You turn around fully facing him, pushing your glasses back up your nose, taking your voice down to a whisper. "Look I truly have no idea what the fuck they have planned so please stop asking. Just be grateful they're doing something with you and you're not spending your birthday alone." You turn back around, making your way to the 'horror' section.

"At least come with me-"

"I can't, I have my bookclub tonight. But come to my place and tell me all about your guys night tomorrow if you're not too hungover."

He huff's his breath up, his bangs moving in the process. "Thanks a lot."

"I'm sure you'll have a blast."

A strip club. A fucking strip club. As much as Eddie appreciated what his friends were doing this is not what he expected. All he wanted was a guy's night in playing D&D and watching movies but no, his friends had to go all out.

The worst part is it was 'dress up night', so the strippers would be in various costumes. His friends thought the better, dress up plus dancing ladies ; what more could anyone ask for?

After a few hours sitting in a booth a few drinks in, an announcement sounded over the DJ speakers ; "alright everyone we have a birthday in the house! We want to welcome our birthday boy in Booth 21 to come on up for a special dance!" As everyone roared with excitement Eddie blushed under the neon lights.

"Why are y'all doing this to me?"

Garth pushes him forward, "Because we love you, NOW GO!" Eddie reluctantly makes his way up and sits on the chair provided for him. He drums nervously on his knees waiting for the song to start.

The next dancer comes to take the stage, dressed in all red, devil horns, and a red laced mask. Her hair is curled, not one piece left undone. She steps into the spotlight, and Eddie swears time halts and he has to take breath in order to steady himself. He is mesmerized. She slowly makes her way over, putting her hands on both sides of the chair. She eyes him up and down smirking to herself and as her song begins to play ; taking control of the room.

Eddie feels like he's fallen under some sort of spell, like something he wrote out for a campaign. He's so enthralled he completely forgot he was in a room with other people. He watches every move she makes ; the way her hips sway, how she doesn't come too close but just enough to tease him, and the way she makes eye contact with him? Forget about it ; Eddie swears he's falling in love with her right then and there, even though this was his first interaction with the mystery woman.

And in the three minutes the song plays, Eddie is so thankful his friends took him out. He tries to memorize every detail of the devil, just in case he decides to come back another time. Maybe on his own? Maybe with buddies again? Who knows, but he just had to remember her. Particular details ran through his head ; the hair style, the color of her eyes, and while she moved her body up against his, he noticed a small birthmark on the left side of her body, ironically shaped like a heart right above her heart ; and be still his own heart. Right when the music fades and the crowd begins to cheer breaking him out of his headspace, she leans in to his ear and with a sultry voice whispers "happy birthday sweetheart" and it's right then and there Eddie could have been shot through the chest by an arrow and he would feel no pain.

His posse of course never let him see the end of it, with constant teasing as the night went on. One thing was for sure, he could not wait to tell you about his night in the morning.

Eddie couldn't wait, he was practically banging at your door at 9:00am. You reach for your glasses on the nightstand, pull your hair in a messy bun and make your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole and Eddie is waving.

"Ed, what the hell-"

"I gotta tell you about last night." He races in, high on adrenaline pacing your living room.

"Good morning to you too-" You shut the front door, "can I please make some coffee first? I'm exhausted."

"Bookclub ran late?"

"Something like that. Want a cup?"

"Sure, thanks." You sulk to the kitchen and make your coffee, wondering what the hell has Eddie all wound up. You make your way back, handing him his cup as he takes a seat on your couch. "Damn, what book are you ladies reading that has you staying up so late?"

"It's nothing. So tell me, how was your birthday?"

"Amazing, they took me to a strip club."

You swallow your coffee, hard. "Oh wow, what an event."

"You're telling me, it was incredible. Well at least, she was incredible."

"Oh god Eddie don't tell me you fell in love with a dancer-"

"You don't understand. There was just something about her, I-I know it sounds corny but it was like magic. I've never felt like that before." He looks around your living room, then reaching over and grabs your shoulders playfully, shaking you. "Am I going crazy?!"

You laugh, "I don't think so. I just find it hilarious that it's a fucking stripper you're talking about."

"Yeah, well-" Just as Eddie begins to move his arms something catches his eye.

A birthmark. On the left side of your body. In the shape of a heart. He looks into your eyes, the same color and sparkle that were under the mask. He looks at your hair, it's normally straight, why does it look curly and wavy?

All these small details come together in his head. He moves his hands off you and runs them through his own hair, piecing everything together.

"So yeah, uh-enough about me...how was...bookclub?"

"Oh god you don't wanna hear about my bookclub. Why-"

"No no, I do..want to hear....about the bookclub. Please tell me." He takes another sip of his coffee, staring at the birth mark.

You follow his eyes, "is there something on me?"

"Hm, no. Just....so, bookclub?"

"Oh you know, just another night of girl talk about a steamy romance novel and too much wine, just the norm." Eddie can't even think straight, all the events from last night come rushing to his head.

You ponder at him wondering if he's okay, "sweetheart are you alright? You're starting to worry me."

Sweetheart, a nickname normally used frequently but now it's different. He jolts up from your couch. "I gotta go. Dustin and I have...stuff-to do."

You're dismayed, just nodding your head. "Um okay, but if you need anything just let me know-"

"Yeah uh thanks. And thanks for uh the coffee and...talk."

He speedily exits your home, and you're left wondering if maybe just maybe...

Just a Few Hours Ago

You stand off stage looking out to the man sitting on the chair. Only to realize it was Eddie.

"Oh shit-"

"What's up girl? Everything okay?" Your co-worker, Jade, comes up behind you.

"I-I can't go out. You take my slot instead."

"What, why? I'm not on for another 20, why do you want to switch?" She signals to Cassie, the DJ, to hold off on the music. Cassie gives a thumbs up and waits.

"I know the guy sitting in the chair, he's one of my friends. I can't...dance for him."

"Why? He won't know it's you, we're all dressed up tonight."

"Yeah but it's just...awkward that I know and he...doesn't."

"Look, I understand where you're coming from but I think you should just do it. He won't know it's you, does he know you work here?"

"No no, he's here with his friends for his birthday," You watch him drum on his legs, probably nerves. "I wouldn't picture him as someone who would want to come out and do this but, there he is."

"So, give him the dance of his life. Something he'll never forget. Remember, you're not going out as yourself." You nodded your head, Jade was right. You signal back to Cassie to start your song when ready. You quietly thank Jade, take a deep breath and take the stage.

24 Hours Later

As you apply your lipstick looking in the mirror, your other coworker Bianca comes in. "Hey B! How was your daughter's band recital?"

She takes a seat next to you giving you a half hug. "It was great! She crushed her solo, I'm so proud of her."

"That's incredible. I can't wait to see the tape!"

"Oh before I forget, Pam wanted me to tell you you got a private dance at 10:30."

"Wait, really?" You ponder, turning around in the chair. "I haven't done a private dance in weeks."

"Guess someone really likes you because they asked for you specifically."

"Oh wow. Really? Okay then, thanks for the heads up."

"No problem, be safe!"

Once 10:30 rolls around you make your way to Room #2, opening the door and stopping dead in your tracks the moment you see who it is, casually lounging on the couch.

"Sup sweetheart?"

Quick Notes - Hope you enjoyed! :) Thank you for reading! Reblogs are much appreciated! Maybe Part 2? idk.

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brainwashedkitten · 3 months ago

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This is so cute! I love it!!

Black Friday shopping with them:

If you liked it please consider liking, following, commenting, and reblogging :)

Includes Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, and Billy Hargrove.

(In this all three are friends? Well they are civil and shopping together at least lol)

Steve:

Overwhelmed for sure but once he understands that you can buy stuff AND the stores are having good deals sign. him. up.

You have to teach him the process of getting the deals and please warn him ahead of time that old ladies with carts will hit someone for items if they so please.

If there is no warning he will get run over by someone’s cart.

Eddie:

Has been doing black Friday shopping ever since he was a kid.

Once the ads drop in early November he has them collected and has a list made up by Thanksgiving of what he needs to get.

He’s a pro and takes it very seriously.

If you weigh him down he will leave you (Someone please make sure Steve gets back into the van before leaving the parking lot)

Eddie is one of the people who will hit you with a cart if you go after something that’s on his list and it’s the last one.

Sorry old lady Sue but that’s on Uncle Wayne’s Christmas wish list this year.

Billy:

Once Billy founds out people get violent he’s more into the idea.

Acts like he doesn’t care and doesn’t want to be there but once he’s in the store he is very serious.

Helps Eddie get what he needs off the list.

Not afraid to kick someone’s kid out of the way. Like why are there kids here anyway??? It’s way to chaotic in here for little Timmy

He usually is the one to make sure Steve is still with them in the store

And if any of the kids come they have to stick with Billy because Eddie is a bat out of hell trying to find all the deals and Steve is crying in a corner somewhere.

How did Billy become the responsible one?

Once everything is said and done Steve treats them all to hot chocolate.

Steve might not helped much but the gif is him

Hoped you enjoyed! Today has been kind of crappy so I needed to write something funny to cheer myself up

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brainwashedkitten · 3 months ago

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Just a Little Touch

perv!eddie x innocent!plus size!reader

summary: Eddie touches you and you decide that it's far better than masturbation.

cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, fingering

you can find part one here!

You haven't seen Eddie since you masturbated for the first time. You’ve honestly been avoiding him since you don’t want to admit that he had been part of your late night fantasies every night since. He’s perfect for it as you imagine him as the person who’s doing all the touching. It’s his fingers that are inside you. It’s his voice that encourages you with every pump of your fingers, telling you how pretty you look.

Now that you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You’ve been getting yourself off every night and you’re not sure why you hadn’t before. It definitely helps with your feelings towards Eddie and you’re so tired afterwards that it’s so easy for you to go to sleep afterwards. It’s a win-win in your book.

Eddie hates that you’ve been asleep every time that he’s walked past your trailer the past few nights. He’s been working later at the car shop since someone quit and even though he’s making more money, he hates that he has to miss seeing his pretty girl through her window. It’s his favorite part of the day and he’s wondering if being employee of the month for the third consecutive year is even worth it anymore.

But tonight, he’s lucky because he just so happens to walk past your window when he hears a loud moan coming from it. He peeps inside and sure enough, his favorite show is on. And you’re even prettier than before, as your back arches off the bed. Your hard nipples are poking through your thin tank top and Eddie feels drool pooling in his mouth as he thinks about how badly he wants to suck on them.

He seems to black out when he goes through with what he does next because one second, he’s outside, and the next, he’s crawling through your window. He drops to the floor with a loud thud and you’re pulled out of your trance, the moan that was about to spill from your mouth dying on your lips.

You immediately pull your hand from your paintes and stare at Eddie who’s already staring back at you in horror. He clearly didn’t think this through. He goes to leave when he sees how startled you are, but you get onto your knees on the bed and grab onto him, preventing him from going any further.

You turn him around to face you and slowly inch your slick covered fingers towards his mouth. He’s quick to open up and an involuntary moan falls from his lips as the slick drips onto his tongue. He licks and sucks on your fingers slowly, trying to savor the flavor as it’s easily the best thing he’s ever tasted.

You pull your fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and before you can register what’s happening, Eddie is pushing you down onto the bed, pinning you to it with his hands. His mouth finds yours in a hot kiss as one of his hands trails down to your sopping wet panties.

“Has anyone touched you like this?” Eddie asks against your lips and all you can do is whine in response.

“No,” you finally tell him and Eddie pulls back with a devilish grin.

“Do you want me to?” Truth be told, he’s never done this, but he’s read enough smut to know exactly how it’s done. Okay, and maybe he did some research as a form of manifestation that you’d let him. And clearly it worked because here he is.

“God, yes,” you breathe and Eddie smiles even wider as his fingers move back and forth across your slit causing another whine to fall from your lips.

“Eddie, please,” you beg and Eddie loves the sound of that. It’s even better than he imagined and now he thinks he’s going to have to hear it every day in order to survive. Somehow, he doesn’t think you’d have a problem with that.

He watches your face as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, a loud escaping you already and he’s barely down anything. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this.

You’re already soaked and all he can think about is licking his own fingers clean after he’s given you as many orgasms that you can manage and then he’s going to eat you out, fully intending on cleaning out every bit of slick from you because he’s only gotten one taste and he needs, craves more.

His fingers pick up the pace, moving a little faster, but that doesn’t seem to be good enough for you. He’s not going hard or deep enough. You want to feel his rings, the cold metal inside you. You want him to stretch you out to prepare you for his massive cock that he’s inevitably going to pound into you over and over until you can’t take it anymore.

“Harder,” you demand. “Faster.”

“As you wish, princess,” he nods and does exactly as he’s asked. He goes as hard and fast as he can, making sure to fit all of his fingers inside you since he’s sure that’s what you want. You grab onto his arms and give his biceps a squeeze, holding onto him for dear live as he fucks you with just his fingers.

“Eddie, oh my god,” you moan and Eddie’s sure he’s going to come just from hearing it. He watches your back arch as you moan again, your nipples on full display through your very thin t-shirt. God, you really are going to become a full course meal for him and fuck is he starving.

You’re reaching your orgasm but Eddie isn’t going to let up. He wants to see just how many times he can make you come from just his fingers. And you come with his fingers still inside of you, pumping as fast and hard as they can go. Your back arches again as you throw your head back. This orgasm is far better than any of the ones you were able to give yourself and now you’re convinced that you’re going to have to have him do this exact thing before you go to bed every night. Because there’s no way you can go back to masturbating when Eddie’s just given you the best orgasm of your life.

You look absolutely spent so Eddie removes his fingers and hovers them over your mouth and he moans as you lick and suck on them, removing every last drop of your slip from his digits. And once you’re done, he removes his fingers slowly then places himself on top of you, kissing you until you’re both breathless as he tells you that you’re his good girl. Yeah, there’s no way that either of you can sleep now.

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brainwashedkitten · 3 months ago

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Eddie Munson loves the way that you pick at the chipping polish on your nails until it’s dangling from the cuticle. Enjoys how you only shave the bottom half of your legs but let the top grow out. Oh god, and when you chew and bite your straw to an unusable puncture, leaving lipgloss all over. The times at lunch where you’ll find him to ask, “Can I play with your hair?” You aren’t in Hellfire Club, but the group has taken to adopting you as a seat mate.

Well… you had simply settled down there before Eddie’s group approached. He’d leaned in to inform you that this was a private table. To which, you shrugged and asked who usually sat where, following suit with finding your own space - which just happened to be right beside the dungeon master himself. You’d put on your headphones, took out your spiral, and began writing, everyone free to converse as you let yourself get lost amongst new company.

Soon… things changed. It went from, “What’s she doing here?” To “What are you listening to today?”

Eddie often lets his thoughts scatter from campaigns conversations, the band’s music — all because he ends up watching you get lost to yours. Ink pen tapping, eyes fluttered closed. Every single bit of cafeteria commotion ceases to exist, footsteps echoing, Eddie’s heart thrumming in his ears (fucking tinnitus).

Vibrating your way into everyone’s affections, Eddie remains awe struck & jaw slacked that you can’t see how easy it is to connect with you, to feel like everything is okay when you’re around, how there’s not one single person on planet earth and beyond that is like you. You wear what you want, model a personal style that belongs to you, have prepared more comebacks than he’s seen in his twenty years of life (that would shrivel any man’s ballsack and make all the other girls envious). It’s how you tried to make red, white, and black knit scarves to match their shirts for Christmas, and it ended with balls of fabric, your bloody thumbs, and Eddie helping you fix each one with a gentle hand (because everyone has to have something, Eddie). How can he forget that you’re not a baker, but your boxed brownies are Eddie’s favorite, especially when you wrap them in Christmas paper, serving hot chocolate to go along, making your way around the table to plop marshmallows in each styrofoam cup, that way no one is forgotten.

“Something for you and the group to have during tonight’s campaign. Oh! And my mom actually taught me how to make the hot chocolate in a crockpot, so…”

Eddie Munson has tried convincing himself that you’re just another sheep to protect. His stomach isn’t fluttering like a hoard of bats are shredding his insides, his knees aren’t growing weak everytime you smile, his breath isn’t getting caught on the wall of his chest on days that your full figure wears a skirt or a dress to accentuate features you love to possess, but can’t see their beauty with your eyes. He’s seen you in the morning, in the sun, in the rain, in the dark, and now, as it’s snowing outside the walls of this school. You’ll get up to retrieve something in the lunch line and Eddie will peer into your notebook, ringed finger scanning the lined page of your latest short story.

A guy and a girl, one small town, looking at the simplicity of various Christmas lights. It’s traditional, differing from what you usually let him read. You’re a sheep, lost from your flock in the manger. An angel so soft that feathers have nothing on you. A fucking Christmas star, shining so bright it burns the entire town to the ground.

By the time you’re carrying a bowl of cheese fries back to the table with two forks, Eddie has already picked you up in his van, a thermos full of his mom’s famous hot cocoa recipe. Eddie loves the way that you - oh… fuck… he loves you.

Merry Christmas…

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brainwashedkitten · 3 months ago

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Can I ask Eddie and the reader being on the beach alone, and Eddie suddenly wants to suck the readers's boobs?

Reader is a little shy, but Eddie begs, and so she lets him, and he obviously make her feel good.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻 it's a small and short blurb

Beach fun

Y/N hummed in peace as the sounds of waves crashed on the shore. The beach was empty, leaving Y/N and Eddie alone to soak up the sun. They shared a blanket, on their backs as they rested with their eyes closed.

She shifted as Eddie's hair tickled her neck as he kissed her chest. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, a smile on her face.

"Whatcha doing there?" she teased. Eddie looked up at her with a cheeky grin. She jumped when his fingers lightly traced across her stomach.

"I wanna taste you, little thing"

Y/N blushed at his words, her breath taken away as he pressed more kisses on her chest.

"Eddie, we are in public," Y/N said. Her eyes looked around the empty beach.

"No one is here, baby. Come on, please? You know it feels good when I suck on you just right." He said against her warm skin. Her hand moved into his hair, scratching at his scalp.

"People could show up!" She argued, but the more he kissed her the more she got turned on. He moaned as her hands worked through his hair, a tent forming in his swimsuit trunks.

He hummed in response but moved his body on top of hers. She moaned as she felt his hard-on against her thigh, and his mouth sucked on her nipple through her top.

"Fuck...Eddie," she moaned. Eddie sucked on the material, looking at her through his lashes. He removed his mouth and pouted his bottom lip.

"Please, baby? I just want to make you feel good," Eddie begged, his hands running up and down her thighs. His touch and the sun began to make her sweat. She bit her lip as she thought about it, the tingling between her thighs was the final factor.

Her silence was enough to know he won. He smiled and moved his hands up her body, moving to her back as he untied her top. He removed the top and set it beside them, keeping it close in case someone did show up.

He attached his lips to her left breast, taking his time to slowly suck on the skin. His right hand took care of her right breast, making her head spin.

She moaned as he took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She held his head against her, her heart warming at the intimate moment. Her moans and whimpers edged him on, sucking harder. His right hand played with her nipple, trying to give it the same attention.

"Feels so good," she whimpered. He removed his mouth and switched to the other breast. The wind hit her wet nipple making her shiver, but then his warm fingers took over. He couldn't help but rut himself against her thighs as he sucked her skin.

She felt her insides burn from everything; his skillful mouth and fingers, the way he was desperately hanging on to her, and how she affected him. She loved knowing she could get him worked up enough that he needed to rub himself against her in the middle of the beach.

It was a feeling of love.

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brainwashedkitten · 3 months ago

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Hihi!! So glad requests are open again and I caught it!! I’ve been craving some pervert Eddie 🥴🥴

Eddie is avoiding Carver and slips through a door (the door happens to be the back entrance to the girls showers that was left unlocked but he dk that). He’s hiding when a girl walks in to the shower. The first time he doesn’t look. He leaves quickly. But he can’t help but go back the next day and the door is unlocked again. He talks himself out of going in. And again the next day. Finally he caves and sneaks back in hears the shower running and reader is showering (putting on an exaggerated show). He cums in his pants. Can’t help but come back the next day. She’s already in the shower so he sneaks over to peek and there’s no one in the shower. Reader is behind him and quips something. Eddie is terrified and stammers apologizes and is hating himself and disgusted with himself like he has been the whole time. He’s on his knees begging her forgiveness when she chuckles, drops her towel and is like “who do u think kept unlocking the door?” (So she saw carver chasing after Eddie and unlocked the door, hoping to find him and talk with him because she likes him. But didn’t see him cause he was hiding so she just took a shower. Then she heard the door shut and realized he had been in there. Gets excited by the idea he was watching her, and unlocks the door in the hopes he’ll come back. Except that first time she got too caught up in teasing to actually speak so she tricks him.) And then smut or fade to black as suits ur mood.

So like pervert reader pervert Eddie.

But also if this is an ick or anything for u no worries at all! It’s a yum for me but it might not be for someone else. Feel free to change it to feel not ick, or just not do. Only love and hugs here friend, I 💖 ur writing and am so thankful u give us stories!

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⚠️pervert eddie

Watching you

Eddie panted as he slid through an unlocked door, closing it quickly. He listened as Jason's footsteps ran past the door and he let out a relieved sigh. Eddie looked around and realized he was in the girl's locker room, the thought alone made his cock twitch. He froze when he heard the sound of water being turned on. He fought with everything in him not to look, slipping back out the door.

Eddie found himself standing outside the locker room door the next day. He could hear the water running and desperately wanted to open the door, curious about who was behind it. He shook his head and walked away, disgusted about his interest.

He returned the next day, the doorknob burning his hand. He felt like he was being called. He looked around the hallway, checking that the coast was clear before he slipped in. He could hear the water running, closing the door quietly behind him.

He crept over to the showers, hiding behind a locker. A girl was facing the showers, her back facing Eddie. He gulped as his eyes raked down her body. He felt his cock grow hard as he took in the roundness of her ass, the water dripping down her skin. He pressed down on his hard-on, sighing at the pleasure. He moaned quietly to himself when she slowly turned on.

He blushed when he saw her face, it was Y/N. One of the hottest girls in school was naked and showering right in front of him. A girl he thought about many times alone in his room.

He licked his lips as she rubbed the soap around her breasts. He bucked his hips, humping the air as she moaned out. Her hands massaged the soap into her skin, circling her nipples as she cleaned herself. Eddie softly palmed himself, moving against his hand as her hands slid down her body.

He locked his lips shut so no sounds escaped, watching as her hand slid between her thighs. She spread her feet apart, her wet pussy on display. Eddie moved against his hand faster as she slid two fingers between her folds, letting out whiny moans. He shivered at the sounds she made, fantasies in his head. She moved her hands to rub between her thighs, turning around and bending over to wash her legs. Eddie felt his stomach tightening as her cunt and ass were on display. He pathetically rubbed himself over his jeans, his eyes rolling back as he came undone in his pants.

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Eddie wasn't pleased with his actions. He told himself it was disgusting and it should not happen again. But he was aching to go into the locker room. He stood outside of it, telling himself to walk away before he did something he would regret by morning. The sound of the shower snapped him into reality, and before he knew it he was walking in.

He crept in just like yesterday, but the shower was empty.

"Are you my secret visitor?"

Eddie jumped out of his skin as a voice came from behind. He turned around, fear in his eyes as Y/N stood in a towel.

"I heard some sounds yesterday during my shower, did they come from you?" she teased

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," Eddie rambled, "I was wrong. I totally invaded your privacy and I'm a disgusting person. Please don't hate me." She turned her head as she watched him panic. Her silence made Eddie panic more, making him drop to his knees.

"I'll never do it again. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm gross and a pervert and upset by my actions and I know I'm very wrong," he stuttered over and over.

"You'll never watch me in the shower again?" she asked, suspiciously squinting her eyes.

"I promise!" His brown scared eyes looked up at her, making her feel like she had all the power in the world. She smirked, dropping her towel. His eyes went huge and didn't hesitate to look at the exposed skin.

Y/N mocking laughed, making his eyes snap back up to her eyes. He blushed as he realized his mistake. "Did you ever wonder why the door was unlocked?"

Eddie truly didn't give it much thought, just appreciated how easy it was.

"I wanted you to see me, Eddie," she said. He shivered as her hand cupped his jaw. He felt breathless as she looked down at him.

"You did?" he whimpered out. A flash of excitement in his eyes.

"I think you're adorable. I heard you running from Jason, figured I'd help you out and we could talk. But I felt you watching me yesterday, decided to give you a show. Did you like it as much as I did, baby?" She purred.

"God yes," Eddie whispered. Y/N smiled and moved her hand into his hair, yanking his head back. Eddie cried out but his hard cock showed he liked it.

"Since you spied on me, I think you should make it up to me, yeah?"

Eddie nodded, ignoring how his hair was pulled. "Anything."

She lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder. He licked his lips as her pussy ghosted above his mouth. He moaned as she shoved his head against her clit.

"Eat up, handsome," she smirked. A moan left her throat as Eddie didn't waste a second to dive in.

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brainwashedkitten · 4 months ago

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bathroom sex with eddie munson pls!

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, public sex, descriptive sex, oral sex

word count: 1.1k

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You weren't sure you'd be able to pull it off, but when you finally convinced Eddie to come with you to your family reunion, you were ecstatic. You hated going to them; you always thought they were stupid and cheesy. But you knew this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce him to your whole family, saving you multiple occasions of meetings.

This year it was at your cousin's house in Carmel, Indiana, which was only about a forty minute drive. Eddie was so nervous to drive that you decided to do it, knowing the route better anyway.

"They're gonna love you."

"No, they're not."

"They're not like most people, y'know. They're not so judgmental."

"You say that."

"I know that. I promise they're gonna love you."

You could tell he still wasn't trusting of that, but you knew your family. And you knew they would love him.

But he mostly kept to himself or you. At one point, your aunt dragged you away to help set up some activity and he gave you a panicked look as you walked off.

When you came back to the table you'd left him at, he was gone. After asking around, you found him standing alone in a corner with a plastic cup full of some kind of soda.

You wrapped your arms around one of his and you could feel anxiety lift from his shoulders.

"Sorry," you said quietly. "She has the grip of an eagle. What are you doing over here?"

He shook his head. "Just standing." He dipped his head down a bit to kiss you.

You smirked at him for a moment, then looked around. When you saw that no one was looking, you grabbed the drink out of Eddie's hand and laid it on the bookshelf next to him.

"What are you-" You interrupted him by pulling him into the bathroom behind him. You locked the door behind you and leaned back against the door. "What are you doing?"

You just looked at him, putting on the face that he knew too well.

His eyes widened and he pointed at you. "I know what you're trying to do."

"What am I trying to do, exactly?" you asked coyly.

"Your family is right outside."

You were silent for a moment, and you could hear loud, muffled music begin to play through speakers all throughout the house.

"I dunno, I doubt they'd be able to even hear us talking."

"I don't wanna fuck up my first impression with your family."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just standing here." You adjusted your position so your hips pressed backwards against the door, accentuating your curves.

He stepped over to you slowly and stopped when he was only a couple of inches from your face.

"Oh, is that all you're doing?"

"All I'm doing."

He sighed teasingly, unable to hold back a smirk.

"You're such a tease."

He kissed you, his hands cupping your face. He kept you pushed against the door for a moment, not waiting long before pulling you by the face to the vanity. He scooped you up onto it and you leaned back against the mirror, his kisses following you.

You hiked your dress up to your hips and pulled your underwear to the side, Eddie crouching down and throwing your legs onto his shoulders. He immediately found your clit with his tongue and you gripped the edge of the sink, trying to be quiet even though the music outside was drowning out your voice.

Honestly, the fact that there were people — all of whom you were related to — that could hear you on the other side of the door was a bit of a turn on for you, and you weren't sure why.

Eddie seemed to be holding back a bit, and you knew why. Normally when he ate you out, he had you screaming just from that. He was incredible with his tongue, able to manipulate that sensitive little bud in ways not even you could. The combination of his tongue swirling and lips sucking was like the most intense vibrator ever, and it was all you wanted most of the time.

This orgasm wasn't even close to as intense as they normally were, because both of you knew that if they were, you'd get caught for sure. But it was still enough that you struggled to stay quiet.

"I don't have a condom with me," he whispered into your neck.

"S'alright." You leaned into his ear. "I wanted you to bust in me anyway."

He gulped at that, never fully getting used to hearing you dirty talk.

"You're disgusting," he joked. "Walking around your family reunion with my cum inside of you?"

"Mmm, yes please."

And with that, he was inside of you. His arms snaked under your knees and pressed them closer to your chest to allow himself to go deeper. He really filled you to your brim, and you didn't think you'd be able to take any more had he been even an inch bigger.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Eddie."

"Yeah?" he breathed. "How good?"

"So fucking good, Eddie. Fuck."

After a few more seconds, he pulled out of you and turned you around so you were facing the mirror.

"Look at yourself getting fucked."

You made eye contact with your reflection, seeing how lust-filled your eyes were. You felt him pull your loose hair into a ponytail with his fist, keeping a tight tension on your scalp. His other hand was on your shoulder, keeping you firmly in place where he wanted you.

You'd never done doggystyle with both of you standing. Usually you were on your knees on the edge of the bed and he was standing on the floor to keep better control, but this — your back arched, your head pulled slightly back, and your tits bouncing in the mirror — this was different.

It was better. Maybe you'd have to incorporate a mirror into sex every time from now on.

"Y/N, I'm already close."

"Already?" you moaned. "What, can't even last three minutes today?"

He yanked you back by your hair, your back flush against his chest. The hand in your hair was now around your neck, his other hand reaching down to finger you.

"Maybe I would if your whole family wasn't outside."

"Turning you on?"

He grunted and laughed as you moaned from the extra friction. It was literal seconds later that he had to clamp his hand on your mouth to keep you from screaming at your second orgasm.

And once it had ended, you felt his warm cum fill your hole, gushing out onto your thighs. That feeling alone could've made you cum again if he hadn't have stopped.

You both stood standing for a moment, your legs trembling slightly.

"Shit," he whispered, pressing kisses to your neck. When he pulled out, you felt cum dripping down your legs and you rushed over to the toilet, cleaning yourself up a bit. "Maybe we should fuck in public more."

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brainwashedkitten · 4 months ago

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Thinking about that part of a relationship where you really begin to trust someone. Eddie’s head is on your lap, your fingers tracing the lines on his hand as he opens up to you, rambling on and on. He’s never had someone listen to him like this and before you know it hours have passed. Hours of learning new things about him. Listening carefully. Adoring every second of his dramatic facial expressions as he tells you his stories. Some filled with joy. Some filled with heartache. Some making your eyes pool with tears as he touches on parts of his childhood before Wayne. And then you see his eyes light up and his familiar grin appear as he begins to talk about his Uncle. And how much hell he’s given him throughout the years. You run your fingers through his curls as he continues to share his adventures with you. Hanging on to his every word, making him feel safe and loved and heard.

Idk I’m feeling SAPPY 😭

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brainwashedkitten · 4 months ago

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𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐞.𝐦.

This piece contains 18+ content.

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader [friends → lovers]

Summary Eddie holds good on his promise to take you out on a date, and as the night comes to a close, you realize you’re not ready to say goodbye [fluff, smut, 4.3k].

A/N This is the long-awaited continuation of come whatever may. You can read that first if you'd like, but enough context will be provided here. Spoiler alert: the sex is very soft, teasy, and desperate because they’re in l-o-v-e. Haven't written smut in nearly two years, but I evoked to the muses of times past—and thus!...

∘°∘♡∘°∘

Summer is long gone, but when you open the door to Eddie holding flowers, the warmth that rises to your cheeks makes it feel nearer than ever. It’s a vibrant bouquet composed of white roses, red lilies, baby’s breath, and leafy foliage. The wrapper crinkles as he extends them to you with an easy smile and soft hello. Your eyes flick back up to his after admiring the delicate blooms.

There’s a healthy flush to his cheeks, his curls neat and defined. The black leather jacket he’s wearing clings to his slender frame with a polished edge. Under the weight of your gaze, he huffs out a chuckle that reminds you you’re still on earth.

“Gonna let me in, sweetheart?” Charm drips from his voice and shimmers within his chocolate eyes.

Nodding, you shuffle backwards, allowing him to enter and push the door shut behind himself. As he steps further inside, you can feel his gaze sweeping over your outfit. An olive-green corduroy dress layered over a beige turtleneck that’s soft against your skin. His smile grows, glinting bright enough for anyone to believe he just won the Lotto when, really, it’s just the pretty sight of you holding the flowers he bought.

“These are beautiful.” You raise the bouquet, but Eddie’s eyes remain on you. Seeking refuge from his gaze, you tuck your nose down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the petals. “They smell amazing too.”

“That’s all you, sweetheart.”

You get shy when his eyes meet yours. “You like my outfit and everything?”

Eddie swallows back a degree of his earnestness so he doesn’t sound too far gone. “Of course I do, are you kidding me?”

Seemingly out of nowhere, Robin descends the staircase with a bag slung over her shoulder like she’s prepared to leave, hair tied up in a messy bun. Given your parents were away in Indianapolis for the weekend, you’d asked her to come over and help you get ready so you wouldn’t be alone.

Eddie’s eyes flick to her, clearing his throat. “Did you help her pick this out, Buckley?”

“Obviously,” she smirks. “Nice hair.”

“It is really nice,” you agree with a soft smile. Eddie lifts a passive shoulder, chest fluttering.

“Rob, do you think you could…” she takes the bouquet without you having to ask. The two of you had shuffled through the attic and dug out a vase earlier that afternoon.

Eddie had promised this date, along with flowers, a week ago when you slipped away from Steve’s party to be alone. That night, he’d kissed you in the heat of the moment but wanted to backtrack and do things right. You deserved that much.

The time you’ve been looking forward to has finally come.

With your hands now free, the only thing you can think to do is wrap your arms around Eddie. The world goes still as he hugs you back, nerves quelling beneath your skin. For a moment, you merely enjoy the warmth of the same arms you’ve been wrapped in countless times before. With your head tucked into his chest, enveloped by the faint scent of his cologne, you release all the worries that ride on the sweeping coattails of change. For a moment, he’s just Eddie, your best friend.

When you pull away, he leans in, tilting his head with that familiar, boyish curiosity. “You alright?” he asks quietly, searching your gaze.

You nod, a smile breaking through. He takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, “Just checkin’.”

Robin soon walks back into the foyer. “I put the flowers in a vase for you,” she announces, taking her hair down and shaking it out. “Hate to admit it, but you two are actually cute. It’s disgusting.”

“Hey,” Eddie lifts his hands, laughing. “Little victories.”

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder with a content sigh. “Welp, I’m about to go pester Harrington at Family Video.” She turns to Eddie, playfully narrowing her eyes. “You better treat her right, ‘cause best believe I’ll be hearing all about this date.”

When she slips out the door, Eddie smiles at you in silent assurance.

●・○・●・○・●

The sun hasn’t quite begun to set, but orange and pink faintly blend on the horizon. A cool fall breeze flows in through the cracked windows as the radio plays softly. Eddie had asked his Uncle Wayne to borrow his pickup truck because it’d be more romantic than his bulky van. You can’t say whether he was right, only that you’re grateful to be riding shotgun with him—headed to an unknown destination, no less.

You’d already guessed through a list of places that Eddie denied with amusement. Sighing, you look out the window to people bustling about, walking dogs and strolling out of shops. You’re coming out of the more commercial side of town, nearing Lover’s Lake and the state park.

“I give up,” you sigh.

Eddie chuckles, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, ignorant to his warming effect on you. “Okay, fine, I’ll give you a hint.” That makes you peer over at him in interest. “If I had to guess, I’d say not a lot of people have had the chance to try it out yet.”

That’s a dead giveaway. Your mouth falls open in surprise. “That new place along the lake—Stillwater Grill?” The twitch of Eddie’s lips is telling. “No way!” The excitement in your voice makes his chest tighten.

Stillwater was supposed to be good, from what you’d heard. A slightly elevated dining experience minus the formalities and steep pricing of a restaurant like Enzo’s. Where classic American favorites embrace small-town charm, according to the paper.

Upon your arrival, the parking lot houses a pretty decent number of cars. Lover’s Lake provides a serene backdrop that catches the evening light. Couples stand outside admiring the view. Eddie opens your door and helps you out of the truck like a proper gentleman. You happily tuck yourself into him as you walk inside.

When you were younger, you often wondered what love would be like. Books and the movies always presented countless possibilities, but you always believed it’d be special for you. So different that nothing else would be able to compare—perhaps, selfishly. One thing for sure, you never could’ve dreamed up someone like Eddie.

As he sits across from you under the dim glow of the lights, laughter and chatter filling the air, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to put all this into words. Belly full, you realize what you’ve enjoyed even more than the food and cozy, rustic atmosphere was his company.

Eddie had an inexplicably magnetic way. There was a magic in getting him all to yourself. In relishing the lovely sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always on the verge of laughter. The passion he exuded made it seem like the way he loved a given thing was biblical. He could talk the ear off a cornfield if he wanted but knew instinctively when to listen. Even your passing remarks seemed to bear some semblance of importance to him.

Conversing with him had always been easy, but without other people vying for his attention, you were truly able to admire the boy before you. To embrace the deepening attraction.

As you wait for the waiter to bring the tab, you don’t realize you’ve grown silent and begun blinking at him with the fondest eyes.

●・○・●・○・●

The wooden stairs of your front porch creak under both your footsteps as you climb them, stopping in front of your front door as the night settles around you. Moths flutter around the lanterns framing the door, crickets chirp in the lawn. Eddie kicks at a dead leaf, combing through the sea of thoughts in search of the right words.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says. You wait for him to continue. His doe eyes search yours for the briefest moment, seeing right through you it seems. “Would you like to be my girlfriend? ‘Cause I think it’s gonna be hard for me to quit you.”

Your mouth opens a couple times in a mix of giddiness and surprise. “Yeah,” you finally breathe. “Yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Smiling, he steps forward to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that you feel everywhere. It manages to outshine the first, more desperate, kiss you’d shared a week prior. This one is steady and sure, like a promise sealed with a prim bow. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you shyly duck your head.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” he asks, lifting your chin.

He doesn’t want to go, instead wishing he could stall and stay right here with you. He’s parted ways with you hundreds of times before, but now he can’t seem to figure out how he ever did. That’s how he knows he’s in trouble. The best kind.

“I’ll pick up,” you promise.

He stands at your door until you see yourself inside. It’s quiet without him. Your eyes land on the flowers he got you, now in a vase in the living room thanks to Robin. Too quiet. The sound of your front door reopening stops Eddie in his tracks. He turns around with a slight furrow between his brows.

“Everything okay?” he calls, mindful of his volume.

You make a small motion for him to come back to you. He listens in a heartbeat.

There’s a weighted look in his eyes beneath the playfulness, “Miss me already?”

“No,” you lie.

●・○・●・○・●

It’s a wonder how you manage to make it feel like there’s a pleasant fire kindling within him. What started out as yet another easy conversation, has turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs as the TV drones in the background.

Everything feels heightened now. The brush of your lips against his, your fingers gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

Eddie’s lips part in a soft, shuddering breath when you roll your hips over him.

“Hold on a second, sweetheart.” His eyebrows are pinched as he pulls back from the kiss, hands stilling you.

You blink down at him all owl-like. “Did I do something?” you murmur, purposely shifting over him again.

He restrains from canting his hips upwards. There’s a softness to his gaze even though his cheeks are flushed hot.

“If getting me worked up counts. You’re real good at that.” His shamelessness is dizzying. “Just don’t wanna get ahead of myself.” It’s a subtle invitation, a chance for you to call things off in case you aren’t on the same page.

But you can feel warmth pooling low in your belly. “What else am I good at?”

He knows you’re game then. For whatever this is, whatever it’s bound to become.

“Trying to pretend I’m not driving you crazy too.” He chuckles when you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.

There’s a gentleness to the way Eddie’s hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, meeting the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“Eddie,” you murmur, lifting from his neck as his fingers continue their trail upwards.

“Hmm?” He pauses, thumb stroking your skin in soft circles.

“Can we go to my room?” A slight shiver runs through you as his fingers move to trace along the crease of your thigh.

“Your call, sweetheart.”

Before he withdraws his hand, he snaps the waistband of your panties and grins when you straighten.

●・○・●・○・●

The lamp on your nightstand casts everything in a dim, warm glow. Eddie shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your desk chair, eyes roving over the notebooks and pens strewn about. The sight of his tattooed arms makes you move to kiss him again, letting your lips wander to the corner of his mouth and his chin in a trail of warmth. He throbs in his jeans when you slip your fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and curl them into his stomach.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from your lips and he steps back enough to pull the fabric over his head in one swift movement, muscles rippling as the dark ink on his torso is revealed. With newly disheveled hair, he kisses you backward onto the bed, crawling over top of you as you settle into the mattress with a pleased hum.

Having the upper hand allows him to press hot kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as you huff out sighs and caress his milky skin with buzzing fingertips. Nothing about his movements is rushed, each press of his lips intentional enough to believe he'd had them planned for years.

Eddie didn’t know your body yet, not in the way he’d like to. But he was reading it in real-time. Cataloging every writhe and hitch of your breath so he knew where to return. The obsessive part of his brain often gets on his nerves, but he’s grateful for it now. Grateful he wants to see every move and sound you can make. There’s an artistry to it, a musicality.

An inkling of panic arises when he begins to suckle on the side of your neck as you offer it. Not because he’s being rough, but because it’s overwhelming enough to want to crawl out of your skin. A soft whimper rises up your throat as your hands find his flexed biceps, digging in. You’re unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away.

Eddie rises from your neck on his own accord, running a finger over the spot. “You like it when I kiss you here, huh?” There’s a slow, honeyed quality to his voice.

When you offer a helpless nod, he leans back down again, and you shudder as his mouth laves over the same sensitive area a little ways beneath your ear. Exasperated, you blindly paw for the waistband of his jeans, fingers shaky as you fiddle with his belt buckle.

Feeling your struggle, Eddie moves to press a final kiss to your throat before pulling away from your neck.

“Stupid thing,” you pant, pouting up at him for help.

Chuckling, Eddie reaches down with one hand to undo it with ease. Then, watches with blown pupils as you hurry to undo the button and zipper. He slips off the bed as smoothly as he can to remove his pants, black boxers tented and straining. A spark of heat surges through you as you press your thighs together at the sight.

No sooner is he crawling back to help you out of your clothes. The lacy underwear set you’re wearing beneath is a pretty shade of baby blue, and Eddie can’t help but palm himself.

“Jesus,” he sounds awed and devastated at the same time. “You’re so gorgeous...”

Before he’s even had time to process, you take off your bra, baring your chest for him to see. Your nipples pebble with the new exposure and all of two seconds pass before he’s surging forward, sending you tumbling back to the mattress in a breath of startled laughter that he swallows down like a lifeline.

You gasp into his mouth, back arching, as he cups one of your breasts, circling and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You’re barely kissing him back anymore, but he continues licking into your mouth as your lips part around shallow exhales.

That’s when the phone begins to ring. Eddie sits back on his haunches despite your attempt to stop him.

“Might be important.” His voice is rough.

“They can leave a message.”

He smirks, dragging a hand through his hair. “You sure?”

Lifting your leg, you run a careful foot over the swell of his boxers. He twitches at the contact.

“You’re all I care about,” you murmur. “Need you, E.” There’s a desperate edge to your voice that draws him right back in.

“You’ve got me.” He runs a lone finger down the front of your panties. “Can I take these off?” You’re only half listening to his words, nodding to whatever. “Lift up for me.” The muscles of your thighs tremble as you do.

Tossing your panties aside, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your belly button. Then another one just beneath it. A surprised sound rises up your throat when he gently spreads you open to kiss that swollen, sensitive part of you that’s pulsing with need.

“Oh, gosh—” you stutter out, hands threading into his hair.

“Need me right here?” His voice is laced with a smile, and you can’t help a breathy laugh. Prideful warmth ignites in his chest. “Or do you need me somewhere else?” He trails playful, ticklish nips along your inner thighs, making you squirm.

“Eddie, please…”

He’s gracious enough to begin rubbing your clit in precise, measured circles, intently studying the pretty scrunch of your face.

“Firmer,” you instruct breathily, “—just like that, just like that.” Your legs spread wider instinctively, arching when he collects your slick with a slow, heavy finger.

You’re already so on edge from his previous attention that it only takes a few moments before you ascend into bliss, muscles growing taut as your mouth falls agape. The strong, rhythmic pulses serve as your only touchpoint to reality along with Eddie’s tender caress at your slick, fluttering entrance. One he didn’t even have the chance to breach.

“Look at you…” he says, voice thick. “Made it easy for me.” He laughs a little, more turned on than anything.

“It’s not funny,” you halfheartedly assert, cheeks prickling.

“No,” Eddie agrees. “Just super-duper hot.”

As he raises up, you realize his other hand is tucked into his boxers, lazily stroking himself. A second wave of desire builds within you, overlapping the remnants of the first and any sense of embarrassment that had begun to kindle. It’s spurred by the deep flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are soaking you in like he’s just witnessed the most beautiful unraveling.

Under your hazy, watchful gaze, he scrambles off the bed. Without warning, he shoves his boxers down, kicking them from around his ankles. His arousal impressively springs up towards his stomach. You bite your lip at the rosy, leaking tip, the gorgeous vein snaking prominently along the underside.

Eddie peeks over at you with a dazed quirk of his lips before retrieving his wallet from his jacket. He pulls out a square foil packet and promptly rips open with his teeth.

Upon crawling back into the bed, he isn’t expecting you to take his cock in a loose hold, stroking upwards from the curly hair at the base to circle your thumb around the tip. There’s a pleasant tug low in his gut as he kicks up in your palm.

“Sweetheart…” His voice is soft, nearly a plea. You let your hand glide back down, this time venturing lower to cradle the soft weight hanging beneath. He nearly buckles forward. “What're you doing to me?” he rasps.

“Nothing,” you murmur innocently, wetting your hand and giving him a few more easy strokes, enjoying the warm, veiny feel of him before withdrawing your touch.

He curses under his breath as he rolls the condom down, his gaze never leaving you as you reposition yourself to take him.

“Eager beaver,” you lilt as he crowds over you.

“Yeah,” he exhales. “I am.”

He lines up at your entrance, tip catching as he collects your slick with a wavering breath.

You open your legs even wider. “Want you,” you murmur, breathy and sweet.

The expression on his face is like something from a painting, raw and rapturous as he eases into your encompassing warmth. He takes it slow, giving you time to relax around him as you breathe through the dull ache of welcoming him in. A low, guttural sound escapes him once he’s buried all the way.

Your chests brush. Tears prick in your eyes at the closeness, the feeling of being filled so completely.

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs, lips clumsy against your chin. “Like I made you up in my head.”

He begins moving, slowly drawing back only to push back in. A steady rhythm finds him as your mouth falls open, legs hooking around his thighs. The muscles of his back ripple with his effort, and you chart every tense line with your fingertips.

With a low groan, he makes a minor adjustment to reach that spongy spot within you. You arch into him with a whimper, breath catching in your throat.

“There she is,” he whispers, reaching between your bodies to rub firm, steady circles against your clit.

“Oh, god…” It sounds like you’re in pain even though you’re the furthest thing from it. When you close your eyes, tears stream down your face in twin streaks, surprising both of you. Eddie tenderly wipes them away, gaze soft.

“You’re okay,” he promises. “It’s just me, angel.”

Except, Eddie isn't just anything. You’ve never felt so close to someone, so in tune, and somehow, it’s Eddie—sweet, goofy, wild-haired Eddie—who knew exactly what you needed. He picks up the pace as you arch and writhe beneath him, body yielding without question.

“You feel so good,” you whimper, clenching around him.

His groan reverberates against your neck as his hips jerk sloppily, “Can’t say stuff like that…” Those words only make you tighten around him again.

The dazed way he mouths at your shoulder lets you know he’s clinging onto composure. You’re too warm, too everything—snug, and soft, and beautiful. He’s not ready for this feeling to end. This heady, binding haze of pleasure.

“Eddie,” you breathe softly. “Wanna ride you…”

Your plea nearly finishes him off. “Yeah?” he croaks.

You nod, whimpering. He barely withstands the feeling of slipping from within you. Shifting onto his back allows him a moment of reprieve, but he nearly loses himself when you straddle him, sinking back down with a circle of your hips.

You brace your hands on his ribcage, steadily rocking on top of him as your head tips back. Sweat glistens in the divot of his sternum as he attempts to move in time with you. When you speed up, he closes his eyes to calm himself down.

“Hey…where’d you go?” You croon, grazing your nails from his chest to his quivering stomach, relishing the feeling of his warm, dewy skin beneath your fingertips.

The wrecked way he forces his eyes back open almost makes you fall apart. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as a greater sense of urgency awakens between you. It’s in the way you speed up, both eager, desperate, chasing. He memorizes the way your body moves over top of his, the bouncy sway of your chest.

“You look so pretty taking me like this,” he shudders. “My pretty girl.”

“Eddie…” you coo, high and breathy.

“I know, sweetheart,” he chokes out. “Wanna feel you come around me so bad.” He’s babbling now, “Shit, I’m not gonna last. I can’t take it anymore, angel...I can’t—”

The earnest crack of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge, vision spotting. Pleasure radiates throughout every fiber of your being as your walls contract around him. He stills your hips with a firm hold, bucking upwards and coming undone in surging waves. You slide your hands down his abdomen to feel him flex with each strong jolt that wracks him.

As your body begins to relax, you blink down at him, lips parted as you catch your breath. Eddie throws an arm over his face as he sucks in air, neck and chest flushed pink. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

Both of you shudder as you ease off him. The pleasant ache of loss pulses between your legs as you partially lay down on top of him, hooking a leg over his waist. He traces along your thigh in light, soothing passes. You can feel his chest rising and falling.

“You okay?” he eventually murmurs.

You nod, kissing his shoulder. “You?”

“I think so,” he chuckles weakly.

●・○・●・○・●

The afterglow brings a quiet stillness to the air. Clean and beneath the sheets, you study Eddie’s long lashes, his nose, his plush lips. He eventually cracks a self-conscious smile.

“What?” he questions. You shake your head because you don’t know what to say. He doesn’t look like he believes you. “C’mon...”

So, you think of something, a small truth you’re willing to give him, “I just really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.”

He hums, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. “What was your favorite part?”

“Probably the food at Stillwater,” you say, though your fingertips are tracing along his jaw, then down his neck, trailing to his waistline to lightly brush between his hip bones as he squirms. “Best I’ve ever had,” you lilt.

Eddie breaks into a flustered laugh, leaning over to sleepily kiss the coy smile from your lips.

“But really, though,” you say afterward. “Thanks for tonight. Never met a guy quite like you.”

Eddie realizes then that he’d better get a head start on counting his lucky stars.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think.

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