brainwashedkitten

[brainwashedkitten]

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]

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!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

⚠️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.

~~~

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]

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."

[brainwashedkitten]

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 😭

[brainwashedkitten]

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!...

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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. 

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eddie pulling your hair back as he fucks up into so his mouth can reach the full expanse of your neck.

your necklace—his necklace gifted to you when you became official— is taut across your mouth, chain digging in and cutting the corners of your lips.

the blinds on the front window of the trailer were broken, shoving into your bare back with plastic sun-bleached shards. his jeans were pooled around his ankles— the want, the need of having you right now thumped wildly in his cock the second you knocked on his door tonight.

the fight you had didn’t matter. the ugly words you had both screamed would fall away from your minds. you were still pissed, and he was still sorry, but the repercussions of tonight would be dealt with later, when you’re both saying the same pillow, hair sweaty with post sex bliss, lungs nearly collapsing from breathing each-other’s names into the dark.

one thing that always felt right was his body next to yours, and when your lips were locked with his it was as if nothing mattered, it didn’t matter that he was leaving without you, that you couldn’t go, the only thing that mattered right now was tonight — the last night.

[brainwashedkitten]

18+ hoes (rough shiii)

Dom Eddie has a special place in my heart. Rough Eddie. Mean Eddie. His hand gripping your jaw so fucking tight it hurts. His fingers hooking over your bottom lip forcing your mouth open so he can spit right in it and make you swallow. His ringed fingers squeezing your throat until you see stars. Forceful and strong. Handprints across your ass. Yanking your hair back as he pounds your pussy. Welts and little bruises litter your skin. Because he knows that’s how you like it. It’s what you beg him for. But my favorite part is picturing Eddie after your ‘rough’ times. Goofy Eddie, sweet Eddie, always making sure to clean you up and take care of you. Making sure you know how good you were for him. How much you mean to him. It’s like a character he plays. I picture it almost like a switch. One second he can be fucking you until you can’t see straight and then it’s like normal Eddie is there and he’s just like “Holy fuck, sweetheart. Who was that in there? That guy’s a fucking freak.” while pouring you both a glass of chocolate milk.

[brainwashedkitten]

nsfw﹒mdni ⨟ 18+ (allusions to sex)

the room was quiet, the only sound the low hum of the fan cutting through the stillness. your boyfriend lay sprawled on top of you, his skin warm and sticky against yours, the air reeking of sex and sweat. his breath was uneven now, fanning softly against your neck. the usual confidence he carried seemed to have withered away, leaving him tucked into the curve of your shoulder, face hidden against your skin like he was trying to disappear.

you ran your fingers through his damp hair, feeling him tense slightly before settling deeper into the embrace. there was something… off about his silence.

then, almost too soft to hear, he muttered, “that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

you blinked, your fingers stilling in his hair. “what wasn’t?”he tensed again, his jaw tightening against your skin.

“that,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice quieter now, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. “i— i finished too early.” there was a frustration in his voice, like he couldn’t believe what had happened earlier. you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips, though you stifled it quickly. “it’s not a big deal,” you reassured, fingers tracing calming circles on his back.

he let out a sigh, but this one was different—disappointment, like he was annoyed at himself more than anything else. “yeah, well… that pussy of yours felt too good,” he muttered, the words coming out as if they burned him to say.

“that’s why.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA﹒ GOJO SATORU﹒TOJI FUSHIGURO﹒KAI ANDERSON﹒TATE LANGDON﹒ CORIOLANUS SNOW﹒RAFE CAMERON﹒EDDIE MUNSON + character of your choice

​ fear-is-truth

[brainwashedkitten]

Eddie whispering in your ear “you’re taking my cock so well, so fuckin good f’me.” as the slick sound of skin slapping skin, the aroma of sweat, cigarettes and cheap cologne that you can’t get enough of because is wholly Eddie fills your senses. the weight of his body was fully pressed into you-your legs were pushed all the way up to your ears. “Your pussy is perfect, you’re perfect” Eddie had your ankles rolling, your chest heaving, your wrists pinned above your head, and your pussy was throbbing around Eddie’s thick veiny cock. Plunging in and out over and over and over, your mind going numb with nothing but your own pleasure. “So beautiful” he mumbled into your mouth, the taste of Eddie on your tongue has you moaning. The way his hips are strategically hitting the head of his cock into your pussy walls is making that feeling of pleasure grow and grow until you can’t hold onto it any longer. Your moan escape your throat so loudly it has Eddie howling with pride. “Oh baby yes, yes yes!” his hips don’t stop as he rides out your orgasm. Nothing could ever feel as good as this nothing will ever top the feeling of being pinned under Eddie. “Fuckin love you” his hot breath fans over your neck and you can’t help but pull him closer to your body, never ever wanting to let him go.

[brainwashedkitten]

nsfw﹒mdni ⨟ 18+

rough hands found themselves wrapped around your throat. “c’mon girl, gotta be quieter than that, don’t wan’ the whole world knowing that ’m fucking you in a public bathroom,” he grunted, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he continued to slam his pelvis into you. you couldn’t even recognise the pornographic moans and whimpers that escaped your lips every time you felt his tip nudge against your g-spot. he was so big, every thrust from him felt like you were about to get to ripped apart from the inside. “ooh shiiiit-” he huffed, admiring the way his dick disappeared and reappeared from your tight cunt.

your arms ached from the strain of gripping the edge of the bathroom sink, but the discomfort faded, overwhelmed by the pleasure of him so deep inside, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock. you let out a gasp of pain when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look into the mirror.

“well, well, well…now look at how good that sweet pussy is taking me,” you whined when you felt his other hand come to rest on your abdomen, gently pressing against the bulging outline of his cock.

“mghmm… o-oh god, please i wanna,” you keened, knees buckling as your entire body quivered. he stared into the mirror, eyes glittering in amusement. “what does my poor baby want?” he taunted, licking the shell of your ear as he continued to jackhammer into you, the lewd squelching noises between you filling the small space.

“go ahead, cum f’ me. make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, sweetheart,” white sparks exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm tore through you. two fingers shoved between your lips to silence the string of incoherent babble that threatened to tumble past your lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO﹒GOJO SATORU﹒GETO SUGURU﹒RYOMEN SUKUNA﹒RAFE CAMERON﹒TATE LANGDON﹒KAI ANDERSON﹒LUKE CASTELLAN﹒SIMON “GHOST” RILEY﹒EDDIE MUNSON + character of your choice

 fear-is-truth

[brainwashedkitten]

IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR

“It’s gonna be my year.”

The mantra echoed in Eddie’s head, repeating itself with ever-increasing volume to the point where he didn’t even hear the obnoxious clang of the bell that signaled the end of class. 

Shaking out the monotony, he got up from his desk and slowly ambled toward his locker. Going to class was a bore, but if this was what he had to do to get out of this hellhole he was going to make it happen. The hallways were abuzz with students talking about anything and everything. Nothing that actually mattered though. He caught snippets of conversations about weekend plans, the upcoming game, marching band, and some of his D&D friends talking about their most recent epic campaign. 

Once his friends passed him, he tuned out the rest of the student body. Either none of them mattered to him, they pissed him off, or they were unattainable to him. 

Before he could even register it, some asshole in a green and white letterman jacket jammed him in the shoulder, causing his books to fall to the floor. He bent down, grimacing all the while. He was used to it by now.

“Hey, douchebag!” Eddie heard someone scream from behind him. “Does that make you feel cool, Jason?”

Eddie turned his head around to see Y/N yelling at the head of the basketball team. She wasn’t in the “nerd group” so to speak, but she wasn’t exactly popular either. Thing was, she didn’t care. He loved that about her. 

Jason slinked away without saying anything, which made a smile curl at the edge of Eddie’s lips. “Go ahead, walk away like a little bitch!”

When she bent down to help him, he met her gaze and smiled. “Thanks for that. I always love watching you call out the assholes in this place.” He hadn’t really meant for that last part to come out. Eddie the Banished wasn’t necessarily hurting for female attention, but he knew the hierarchy in this place. Who was on his level and who wasn’t. Y/N definitely wasn’t. She was ridiculously smart and effortlessly cool without fitting in with any one group. 

“Jason’s a douche. Don’t pay any attention to him.”

“I try not to,” he laughed, a warmth spreading through him when she laughed too. She handed him his math book. He hated that thing. “I don’t know if I even want this back.”

“Not your best subject?” She asked. 

He stumbled over his words as he took her in. She was wearing acid wash, a checkered red and black sweater-shirt thing that dipped just a little too low, and a little silver chain necklace that highlighted her chest. “Definitely not.” It was rare that he felt ashamed, but in her presence, admitting he could barely pass remedial math, he did. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem,” she said softly. When he began to walk away, she called for him. “Eddie, I could help you with math if you want.” Her body swayed, a soft smile highlighting her beautiful face. 

“You sure? You’re okay being seen with Eddie “The Freak” Munson?”

She jogged up to his side and they began walking toward the west hall. “People are assholes. I don’t think you’re a freak. I’d be happy to help. We’d just have to find a place to study because my parents don’t allow anyone over.”

“I mean, I live in a trailer with my uncle. Would your parents let you come over?”

She snickered. “No, but I also don’t really tell them anything. I just go where I want and they can’t really get mad because I get good grades and they have appearances they need to maintain. Grounding their only daughter doesn’t look good. Tonight?”

“Definitely, you know where the trailer park is?” He hated saying that out loud to her. 

“Yup. How about 8?”

“Sound good.”

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[brainwashedkitten]

This was sitting in my drafts. I know I wrote it for @bewilderedbunny at some point. It was probably up on Chesty at some point.

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It’s not new. You two have been together for a while now, but the co-habitation part is a recent development. And it’s been fucking amazing. Both of you are relishing that honeymoon period. It’s so much more intimate, sharing your home and life with someone like this. Eddie can feel your lives twining together, and he can’t wait to see the ways you weave in and out of each other’s stories.

Eddie can’t help it, his mind is mush when he looks down at your body curled up next to him. Naked forms still sticky from sweat in the bed you now share. He was never really sure this was something that could happen for him. And then you came along and changed everything.

Eddie shifts himself a little, moves a sweaty arm around your waist so that he can let the blood flow back to his fingers. He’s listening to the sweet way you let out little, tiny snores as you drift off to sleep. From where your head is laying, he can look down at your face and trace the lines of it with his eyes. The way your eyebrows taper at the ends, he’s never really looked at them before. He can see each individual eyelash on your slightly fluttering eyelids. He can’t get over how lucky he is to be able to study you like this in the quiet of your shared space.

You turn your hips a little in your mostly sleeping state. The hills of your rump pushing against his spent cock. Everything is so comfortable and warm. Just as Eddie reaches back to click off the small bedside lamp, he feels it. He hears it. A not-so delicate warm wind against his lap accompanied by a little trumpeting “buuuuup”.

Eddie immediately pulls his lips into his mouth and bites them. His shoulders are shaking with the effort it takes to hold back his laughter. He can feel you wiggle more, and then the smell of sulfur hits him and he’s done for. His cackle is so loud, it pulls you back into a fully awakened state immediately.

“Edddiiie, I was sleeping.” You don’t even move, just whine into the soft flesh of his shoulder.

“Sorry, Bunny. I can’t help it, you’re cute but your farts are toxic.”

[brainwashedkitten]

obsessed with the idea of late-summer evenings spent with eddie, when you’re sort of almost dating but not quite yet.

he borrows wayne’s truck, drives the two of you out somewhere kind of secluded. he’s packed blankets to line the bed of the truck with, he makes it real cozy for both of you once he’s parked somewhere. you sit cross-legged, knees touching shyly as he strums softly on his guitar, the trusty acoustic producing such pretty sounds.

sometimes he just plays, other times he’ll sing softly along. usually when he sings he tries to make it special, choosing something you like. he wants to impress you, wants to make sure you understand how much he likes you. he’ll learn your favorite songs on guitar specifically for nights like these, even if the music isn’t always his taste. he likes the way you smile bashfully when you recognize the opening notes to the latest song you’ve latched onto.

he’s completely captivated by the way the indiana sunsets cast you in a pretty golden-orange glow, and in these moments he doesn’t want summer to end. there’s just something about how radiant you are in the sunlight, in your shorts and your ringer tees.

it’s at the point in the year where the nights start to get chilly, and when the sun goes down he always gives you his jacket, like clockwork. it doesn’t help his pounding heart, seeing you in his clothes. even if it’s just his leather jacket draped over your shoulders, he swears it’s gonna send him into cardiac arrest one of these days.

sometimes, after sundown when you’ve folded away the blankets and packed up the guitar, he’ll insist that you stop at the diner on the way home. it’s just his excuse for more time with you, the food isn’t even that good. he pays every time, despite your protests, though he lets you plead with him for a couple minutes because you look so damn cute when you pout at him,

and when he drops you off, he walks you to your front porch, stalling the goodnight as long as he can. he knows he’ll see you tomorrow anyway — or the day after that at the very latest — but it doesn’t matter. he wants every second he can get.

he wants to time it just right, without rushing, but he can’t wait for the night where he asks you to be his, for real.

[brainwashedkitten]

Flower Cntd.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - `700 words

+18 ONLY - Minors DNI

*slight voyeurism - PIV

His hand stays on your thigh the entire 6 minute drive back to your place, fingers pressed hard enough into your flesh to leave a mark. Like he’s worried you’ll evaporate if he doesn’t grip you, hold you tightly in your vinyl seat, you will evaporate. 

For the third time in less than a minute, you open your mouth to speak only to find nothing but air. No words. You close your mouth, and watch your knuckles turn white as you hold on even tighter to the steering wheel. Let it skate under your skin as you turn the wheel a final time, tires bumping as you pull into the narrow entryway of your building. 

It stays just like that, only now with Eddie’s hand now gripping your side tightly, the tension between the two of you pulled tighter than a well-tuned piano wire. You vaguely wonder if it will break before you bleed all over the pavement in front of you.

A step. Another. Another, another, another. Tighter and tighter as the door to your apartment looms ahead. Like a moth to the flame, you focus on the puddle of yellow illumination that brings it more into focus. You fiddle with your keys without looking, thumbing your way to the right one. You open your mouth again, and then you close it. You think you’ll be wearing the marks of Eddie’s fingers on the soft skin of your waist for a week.

The faux gold metal knob is already dusted with summer night dew when you slot the key into it. Eddie’s behind you now, both hands on your hips, you’re flush with his body. You can feel him against you, hard and hot, and you fumble.

The clatter of the metal keys hitting the concrete ground is the accompaniment to the spiritual snapping of that wire. You separate from his hold and step to the side. You sigh a private laugh as you reach down to pick up your keys. You shake your head and close your eyes. Time catches up. The door swings open for you now. You open your mouth and find words this time -

“Well, what do you think, Ed, wanna dri-”

It’s one move, almost too quick for you to see. A step inside the door while he’s pulling you into him, his left booted foot kicking the door closed. 

Hi lips. They’re soft and wet. His hot tongue pushing inside your mouth before you’ve considered the lips. You think that’s ok, and open wide to receive him.

You think about the stairs, a quick image of you and Eddie making out while crawling backwards up the carpeted stairs to the sanctuary of your living room flashes through your mind. And then it evaporates, because his lips are on your neck.

“Oh,” it bubbles out of your mouth while his teeth skim across your collarbone. “Should we go upstairs, Eddie?”

Eddie answers with a grunt through his nose, warm breath fanning across your skin. He looks up at you, even in the dark he gazes into you, and then he’s kissing your mouth. He’s nipping at your lips. His hands are raking across your body, catching on the fabric of the evil clothes between your skin and his.

“No,” he tells you while he pulls your shirt up over your head. “I’m gonna fuck you like a dog right here, because that’s what you want right? You want me to fuck you like a bitch?”

Your hand snaps out, grabbing his face. You squeeze. 

“Take off your pants, Munson.”

And he does. He takes them off while you wiggle out of your own. Both of you have a desperate need to connect. Eddie’s relieved to find you open and ready for him, slick with need. One heavy thrust and another. Your tongues dance together, mouths open wide for each other, until he reaches a place inside of you that makes you throw your head back with a tiny grunt.

“That feel good? How’m I doin’? This what you wanted?” Eddie tilts his hips a little to the left. You arch your back to bring him further into you. Your exposed skin burns along the nylon carpet, the sensation pulling you even deeper into the moment.

“Yes,” you breathe out into the open air of the staircase. “Oh my god, Eddie.”

You distantly hear the sound of a set of keys jingling. You hear a door open. The click of a lock. You know it’s your neighbor, Jim, he’s probably home from work. You hear and know that on the other side of the thin apartment wall your neighbor can also hear you. And yet…

“Yeah, you wanted this. Now I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk up these stairs.”

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Best Birthday Ever

a/n: Make sure to check out to rest of Stars Birthday Special where you can see this same thing but for other characters

Paring(s): Eddie Munson x reader

Words: 421

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex but no actual smut, fluff, no age specified, Eddie is the sweetest boyfriend ever

Summary: How you would spend your birthday with Eddie.

Eddie would definitely wake you up with soft kisses along your neck and jaw. Once you’re more awake he would mumble a quiet “happy birthday” against your lips before he kisses you. Let’s just say the kissing turns into a lot more. It’s the sweetest birthday sex ever. He literally worships your body as he takes care of you.

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After that he lays down beside you and pulls you into him to cuddle once again. After laying there for a while he carries you to the shower so you can both clean up.

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He tells you that he’s taking you out for lunch. You both get dressed and he watches as you do your hair and makeup (you do it pretty basic because you were just going to a diner but he loved watching you anyway). He also makes you wear one of those stupid plastic birthday princess tiaras from the dollar store.

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He drives you to your favourite diner. Lets you order whatever you want and pays for you both (no matter how much you argued).

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After lunch you go back to his trailer. He tells you to sit on the couch while he gets your surprise. He comes out with a messily wrapped box and he hands it to you with a smile and another “happy birthday baby”. When you open it you see a photo album with a bunch of pictures of the two of you with a few spicy ones in the back.

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He knows how much you love when he sings and plays his guitar for you so he gave you a mini concert. He also surprised you with a new song he wrote for you.

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You order pizza and eat it on the couch while watching your favourite show. (Sorry Idrk what else to write for this one).

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You bake your favourite flavour of cake together and it makes a huge mess but who cares. You both tried to decorate it and it looked terrible at least it tasted good.

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You must’ve thanked him a million times throughout the day and here you were doing it again. He insisted that you didn’t have to keep thanking him because it’s his job to spoil you especially on your birthday.

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Finally he helps you climb into the roof of his trailer so you can look at the stars together as you cuddled “So how has your birthday been so far?” “Perfect” “Perfect, huh?” “mhm best birthday ever”

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eddie munson would get flustered so easily

hes a naturally bashful guy, his sweet uncle raised him to be an absolute gentleman, but then also the idea of everyone including his own father (probably) treating him like shit??? hed die at affection.

like whenever you make eye contact and tell him hes beautiful or pretty or handsome he flushes red in seconds

and when you kiss him, hard, once you pull back hes breathing heavy, eyes wide and pupils blown

god forbid you whisper in his ear something nasty you wanna do to him, he nearly dies.