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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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Prompt + kitten licks fic

I know it's canon that Eddie has a black cat named Ozzy but I like to think he has a female black cat called Sabbath (so basically... Black Sabbath) and you and Sabbath are what Eddie likes to call "his 2 favorite girls"

Any blurb/headcanon /opinions on this one?

So, since I already did a blurb in this universe for my 2k that would contradict this, I decided to make this not in that verse. I definitely would've done both if I hadn't already written the first one before I received this and ended up writing myself into a corner lol. OR you could think of this way in the future in the Kitten Licks verse if you'd like! But thank you for the request, I absolutely love writing about Eddie and cats

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Coming home to Eddie was always your favorite part of the day. It didn’t matter where you were coming from: work, the store, spending time with friends. Just knowing you’d open the door and those crazy curls and beautiful smile would be waiting for you was enough to give you butterflies every time.

Even tonight when girl’s night ended unexpectedly early because Robin was feeling sick, you found yourself grinning the closer you got to home. Grabbing the first parking space you see in front of your apartment building, you get out of the car and walk over to your door. It’s unlocked since Eddie is home, but you don’t see him when you step inside. Frowning, you peer into the kitchen but he isn’t there either. You’re about to call his name when you hear his voice coming from your bedroom down the hall.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.”

Raising an eyebrow, you begin to walk down the hallway.

“Aw, you like that? That feel good?”

You cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the wall right next to your bedroom door.

“God, your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Okay,” you say as you push yourself off the wall. “You better be talking to Sabbath.”

You step into the entryway of your bedroom, and see the little black kitten curled up on your boyfriend’s bare chest. Her little black nose is sniffing the air right above his face as if she’s trying to smell out what he’s saying to her. Eddie shoots you a grin while his finger scratches Sabbath’s chin.

“Hey babe,” Eddie says. “What’re you doing home so early?”

Ozzy is lying on a pile of dirty laundry in the corner, watching the two on the bed with a glare. The older black cat does not look happy that the kitten is getting all of the attention, even though he always gets more than his fair share. Ozzy jumps down from the clothes and makes his way over to you. He rubs up against your legs and meows at you for affection. You lean down and pick up your little boy, cradling him to your chest. Purring in contentment, he nuzzles his head against your neck.

“You’re so lucky you were talking to the cat,” you say to Eddie. “I would’ve kicked your ass if you were talking to another girl like that. In our bed. While I was out.”

Eddie pouts, still petting the kitten. Sabbath lets her eyes slip closed as she enjoys the sensation. You don’t blame her; you do the same thing when Eddie’s hands are on you.

“I would never,” Eddie says. “There are only two girls in my life and you’re both in this room.”

“Should I be jealous that I’m not the one laying on your naked chest?” you ask as Ozzy rubs his face against your cheek.

“We can fix that,” Eddie says with a smirk.

Still holding your needy older cat in your arms, you walk over and climb onto the bed. Ozzy doesn’t seem to be thrilled to be close to his baby sister, while Sabbath looks over at him with wide green eyes, always interested in what the bigger cat is doing.

“Robin got sick,” you tell Eddie, answering the original question he asked you. “So, we called it a night.”

“I’m sorry she’s sick but I’m happy to have you home with me.” Eddie opens his arm for you, and you cuddle up to his side. Ozzy decides you’ve forsaken him for Eddie, so he hops off your lap and curls up at the foot of the bed.

You press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and Sabbath stands up, stretching her tiny body out on his chest.

“How’s my sweet girl?” you ask, reaching over and running your hand along the length of her soft onyx fur. She begins to knead on Eddie’s chest, and he winces as her sharp baby claws prick at his skin.

“Hey, hey, watch it,” he says. You tap lightly on her front paws, and she stops, leaning down to lick the pad of your finger. A sigh of contentment comes from Eddie as Sabbath settles, closer to his shoulder this time. Her soft purrs make the two of you smile at one another. “Got all my favorites right here on the bed with me.”

As if knowing what Eddie said and deciding he doesn’t want to be a part of it, Ozzy gets up and jumps off the bed, sauntering out of your bedroom.

“Fine, be an asshole,” Eddie says to him. “I’ll just stay here with my two favorite girls.”

“As long as I’m number one,” you say. Sabbath lets out a soft mewl that has both of you laughing.

“Sorry, my little black Sabbath,” Eddie says. “Your mama is my number one.”

She releases a tiny sigh and lowers her head to her paws, letting her big green eyes close.

“Looks like we have two jealous cats,” you say.

“Pretty sure they get it from you,” Eddie says with a playful smile. “Coming in here and thinking I’m talking to another woman.”

“And you were,” you say, eyes sliding to Sabbath. Eddie reaches over and takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing the back of your knuckles. “Can you blame me, though? I’ve got the best boyfriend in the world. I gotta stay on my toes so no one steals him from me.”

“I assure you, that’s impossible,” Eddie says and presses a kiss to your hair.

“Even a girl as cute as Sabbath?”

“No one is cuter than you, baby.”

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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So I feel terrible.. it’s September 26 and I haven’t written a single thing for October.

I’ve also been sick for the past week and I kinda hate everything rn.

Sorry but idrk what I’ll do for October. I really wanted to do what I was gonna before but I don’t think I can.

Maybe I’ll end up posting a few things but i don’t know.

Sorry

#star thoughts

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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i don't want a relationship but I do want someone who understands me better than anyone

I don't want a relationship but I do want someone I can cuddle with and watch tv

I don't want a relationship but I want someone I can talk to every single day

I don't want a relationship but I want a best friend to talk to

I don't want a relationship but maybe I do, I can't tell anymore

I hate everyone but then sometimes I don't. I can't tell who I like anymore or if I like anyone at all. I just don't like being alone.

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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Anyone else just want to sleep forever..?

#star thoughts

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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j.m dialogues

casual dominance

throat fucking

corruption kink with kook!reader (anotha) (anotha)

angry sex with kook!reader

blowjobs in the back of the twinkie

fingerfucking in the twinkie with the clan unknowing

daddy kink

oral while the others sleep

doggy style

jj is such a good dad (anotha)

enemies to lovers

hot tub sex

new girl in town

jj fucks shy!reader

jj teaches kook!reader how to smoke

housewife!jj helps student!reader

meeting his daughter

pregnant!reader gets all the affection

fucking you on the boat with everyone else inside

choking

john b. walks in

pregnancy sex

ghostface!jj (p2) (p3)

jj kisses pregnant!reader's belly

jj talks virgin!reader through her first time

jj loves his loving girlfriend

hand kink

jj gets too drunk

jj doesn't think you'll need a condom (p2)

dumbification (anotha)

reader has nipple piercings

knife kink

negative pregnancy test

family meeting & fingering

friends to lovers

kook!reader is scared of this new world she's in

size kink (anotha)

teasing mechanic!jj

fucking promiscuous!reader dumb

aftercare with sub!reader

aftercare with insecure!reader

cameron!deaf!reader (p2)

safeword

mean!jj x innocent!reader

height difference (a different one)

thigh riding + pee desperation

brattamer!jj

reader has adhd

after a long day

gun kink

comfort

tell me how my dick tastes

routlege!reader is very motherly

jj still likes the flowers

asmr video

jj just wants alone time but the kids aren't having it

maybank!toddler!reader gets married

pee desperation (belly pressing)

sunscreen application

begging for a baby

jj is still whiney when he's a dom

competition (+ rafe)

toddler!sister!reader just wants to help

reading jj to sleep

nightmares on poguelandia

handholding during sex

toddler!sister has a crush on pope

toddler!sister is spoiled

smoking for the insomnia

jj's hair is too long

playing nurse

routledge!reader sneaks out

jj sets up movie night

another fight with his dad

lessons

black cat + golden retriever

blue bedsheets

there's tangled clothing

body worship

reader has body acne

reader is john b's girlfriend

routledge!toddler!reader finds out about her brother's departure

mechanic!jj brings home some weed

loving sex

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 2 months ago

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The urge to timeskip when I’m writing because I don’t know how to write a certain part 😭

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 3 months ago

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can you pretty please do [intimidation] with eddie

🥺👉👈

[INTIMIDATION] sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

cw: alcohol consumption, fem!reader, sort of enemies -> lovers (but actually idiots -> lovers), 2.4k

dividers by @strangergraphics

You're blocking the doorway into the Harrington kitchen, shoulder leaned against the wood panelling where you have a good view into the living room. Your unimpressed glare is drawn from the figure currently hogging the sofa when someone bumps into you just as you're bringing the plastic cup in your hand to your lips.

"Jesus, fucking watch it-" The outrage in your tone fades quick when you see who's run into you.

"Sorry." Jonathan grimaces as he watches you wipe a bit of juice and vodka from your chin.

"No, it's fine," You sigh and turn on your heel, following Jonathan into the kitchen as he begins to grab things to make himself a drink, though it appears to be far more lemon-lime soda and grenadine than anything else. "Sorry, I just.. I dunno, sorry." You shrug before gulping down another mouthful of your own admittedly strong drink. You're kind of hoping that once your buzz kicks in you'll feel just a little less like there's a storm cloud floating right above your head.

"What is with you, tonight?" Jonathan asks with an overly cautious smile, "I haven't seen Munson bug you even once, so it's gotta be somethin' else-"

"Nothing," You huff, a little defensive at just the mention of the other boy, "I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, totally," Jonathan chuckles and raises his newly acquired drink in a salute, "You're like a ray of sunshine tonight."

It's annoying as hell, but he's right. You're fuming and Eddie has yet to even speak to you. He's been avoiding you like the plague from the moment you walked through the door, as if Eddie could somehow sense that you were already in a mood, and he didn't feel like getting told off for being the reason that you finally snapped.

Because normally, Eddie would've found at least seven ways he could irritate you by now. He'd have finished the last of the juice he saw you eyeing for your next mixed drink and laughed maniacally when you pouted about it. He'd have pestered you about whether you might want to join in on another campaign, all while making a handful of little comments about just how easy it'll be for him to decimate your character when you do. He'd have watched you shiver while you passed passed a joint back and forth by the pool, and then draped his stupid jacket around your shoulders just so he could roll his eyes and give you shit about not dressing warmly enough.

Eddie was infuriating — And the worst part was that he knew it. The asshole thrived on pushing buttons and testing people's limits, but tonight evidently he'd been able to tell that you were already toeing dangerously close to yours and had steered clear altogether.

You peer back out into the living room now, narrowed eyes zeroing back in on the figure sprawled across the entire length of the loveseat, socked feet kicked up on the opposite cushion where someone else could be sitting if he weren't such a selfish prick.

"God, what an asshole." You grumble, downing the last of your drink and grabbing the nearest bottle to begin mixing another. "I mean, look at him, seriously. Does he have to take up the whole couch?"

Jonathan's gaze follows the path your own had taken moments before, and he snorts in amusement, "Eddie."

It's not a question, but you answer him as if it had been.

"Yes, Eddie." Another quick glance up into the living room has your eyes locking with the man in question just as his name falls from your lips.

Eddie's eyes go wide, his cheeks dimpling with his sudden grin. He jabs his index finger into his chest, lips moving silently around the words, "Who? Me?"

"Uh-huh.. Why don't you go do something about it?" Jonathan teases.

Eddie's attention is pulled away when Gareth says something from his spot in an armchair. Whatever he says it gets Eddie riled up and he's immediately talking animatedly, hands gesturing wildly as he speaks.

"Maybe I will." You're already moving with purpose, halfway out of the kitchen when you hear your friend shout after you.

"I was joking!"

"Well I'm not!" You call back over your shoulder.

It's darker as you step into the living room, overhead lights off in favor of utilizing the warmer glow from the the lamp tucked away in the corner. You have to step over Eddie's discarded shoes at the foot of the sofa, and the boy very nearly knocks your drink out of your hand when you step in front of him, too distracted by his own tirade to have seen your approach.

But his head snaps up toward you as your thigh brushes his arm. Whatever he's been saying, the words cut off abruptly at the realization of who it is standing beside him.

"Well hey there, princess." He shoots you a toothy grin — You assume it's meant to be charming, but it only irritates you further. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

You ignore Eddie in favor of casting a small smile of apology toward Gareth, "Sorry to interrupt."

"Nah, no worrie-"

"No, no! You didn't interrupt. We were done." Eddie cuts his friend off, "Gareth was just telling me he was gonna go take a piss, actually."

Gareth splutters for a moment, but when his eyes shift from you to Eddie he's suddenly rising from his chair. You watch Gareth shake his head as he steps around you before he stalks off without a word.

"What was that about?" You can't help but ask in curiosity.

"Beats me. Really had to piss, I guess." Eddie says quickly, sitting up a little straighter against the arm of the couch. He throws an arm out to gesture to Gareth's recently vacated chair, "Did you wanna-"

Rather than taking advantage of the empty seat, you plop yourself across Eddie's thighs unceremoniously, feeling oddly satisfied by the huff of surprise that escapes him when your weight is suddenly in his lap.

The way the warmth of his body seeps into your own is near immediate, even through two layers of denim. Your arm presses into his chest as you lean back into the cushion of the sofa, trying and failing to remain unaffected by his proximity. He smells infuriatingly good this close, clean and masculine with just a lingering hint of the weed he'd smoked earlier in the night. It makes your stomach flutter wildly, makes your head swim for half a second before you're lifting your cup to your mouth in an effort to compose yourself.

Eddie huffs softly and his breath fans out over your exposed shoulder, warm and smelling faintly of cheap beer and menthols. Goosebumps prickle along the length of your arm, hairs standing on end suddenly. You wish you could convince yourself that your body's reaction were one of repulsion, but deep down you know that its something far, far worse than that.

"You.. You're just gonna.. sit.. here?" Eddie asks, voice a little wobbly, unsure.

His knuckles brush your thigh, likely an accident, but one sidelong glare has his hand retreating to the relative safety of the couch cushion in a flash.

"Yep."

You can see outside to the patio from your position, and you focus your attention to the group sitting with their feet in the pool. The sheer amount of effort it takes to keep your eyes trained there, rather than allowing it them to drift to where Eddie's hand twitches near your knee-

"Do- Did you want me to move my legs? Do you want-" He shifts underneath you like he's ready to pull his feet from the cushion at the other end, but you remain resolutely in place.

"Nope, I'm good."

You have absolutely no plans of moving any time soon. You'd remain seated right here in Eddie's lap until his bladder was ready to burst, until your weight made his legs fall asleep and tingle from lack of blood flow, until he was ready to grab you by your hips and force you into another seat.

He'd learn his lesson. The inconsiderate couch-hogging asshole.

"O..kay." Eddie says slowly, wiping his palm on the side of his own denim-clad hip, as if his hands might've gotten a little sweaty.

Were you making him warm? Good.

"So.." Eddie pauses. You catch a glimpse of his face scrunching in thought at the corners of your vision before he continues, "Any big plans for the weekend?"

With how close you're sat, Eddie is speaking almost directly into your ear. There's no need for him to raise his voice to be heard, and you find that the low rumble of it is nice, soothing almost. It curls around your ears and sends something warm shooting down your spine.

"Killing boys." You return dryly, eyes straining now in an effort to remain focussed on what's going on in the backyard.

Eddie snorts, body jolting underneath you with his amusement — And his almost-laughter absolutely does not make your chest flush with pride. You couldn't care less whether or not Eddie Munson finds you funny. As if.

"Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary for you then."

Eddie chuckles and the tip of his thumb finds its way to the place where your thigh presses into his. You can't tell if it's accidental or on purpose, but the gentle press of his finger kind of makes your stomach flip pleasantly, so you allow it. Whatever.

You hum in agreement, "Yeah, well. There's almost always some boy who deserves it."

"I don't doubt it," Eddie murmurs, chin nearly brushing your shoulder now, "Anyone I know currently at the top of your list, madame assassin?"

"There is this one asshole." You pause to take a sip of your drink, fighting off a grimace at the awful liquor to juice ratio. "He's loud. And irritating. Just loves getting on my last nerve-"

"Long hair?"

The interruption has your eyes rolling, "Yep. Walks around looking like some Van Halen wannabe."

"Oh, he sounds cool."

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice now.

"Well he's not." You return blankly. "He's always trying to get a rise outta me, acting like a total prick-"

"Hold on, hold on-" Eddie cuts you off again, "Now I'm not so sure we're on the same page. Thought I knew who you were talkin' about, but-"

"Oh, you know him." You grumble, sinking farther into the plush cushion on the back of the couch with your drink clutched to your chest. "You know him well, trust me."

Eddie shifts beneath you, angling both himself and you until he's taking up more of your line of sight than the patio doors. His big brown eyes bore into you until you crack and flick your gaze toward him.

"Here's the thing.." Eddie starts, the pad of his thumb stroking the seam on the outside of your knee. "Maybe this guy's just pushing your buttons because he likes when all of your attention is on him-"

The arm he has thrown over the back of the couch by your shoulder moves then, brushing your hair back from your temple to trail the pads of his fingers featherlight over the space between your brows.

"-Maybe.. Shit, I dunno, maybe he likes the way your eyebrows come together when you're angry-"

Your heart is beating so loud you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. The urge to fidget under his attention is strong, but you sit at still as possible in fear of breaking the spell. You have to strain to hear Eddie's next words over the dull whoosh of your heartbeat echoing in your skull.

"Maybe he thinks you look kinda devastatingly beautiful-"

"You-" And, fuck. Did your voice just crack? "You're trying to tell me you think this guy is, what? Being a dick because he likes me? Pulling my pigtails on the playground and shit?"

Eddie's grin is less cocky than you've ever seen it. His lips twitch at one side of his mouth. He almost looks nervous.

You take a deep breath as his fingers skim over your jaw on their way back toward your hair, where he pinches a small lock between two fingers and tugs just once, oh-so gentle.

"What if he was?" Eddie asks softly, "Being a dick because he likes you, I mean."

"I'd tell you he's an idiot." You manage, plastic cup crinkling under the increased pressure of your hand.

Eddie winces, but nods and averts his gaze. His arm falls to the back to the sofa again, close enough for you to feel the warmth of it beside your shoulder.

"But.." You have to swallow down a smile when Eddie's wide eyes snap right back to yours. "Maybe this idiot's attraction isn't totally one-sided. So, maybe he should stop being an asshole and try making a move."

Eddie blinks. Once, then twice. He squares his shoulders and leans in like he might kiss you, but then he backs off again and searches your eyes as if he's terrified he might be reading the entire situation wrong.

"Eddie." You whisper sharply, "The idiot is you, asshole."

"Oh, Jesus Christ, thank god."

And then his fingers are curled gently around the back of your neck. His hand is fully grasping your opposite thigh as he tries to drag you impossibly closer. His plush lips are pressing softly into your own, the taste of beer mixing with vodka and citrus.

It's a quick kiss, chaste. Your mouths remain glued together for maybe three seconds before he leans back enough to watch you blink at him from beneath heavy lashes. You can't imagine how stupidly docile you look; brows pushed up your forehead, chest nearly heaving beneath your shirt, jaw slack, lips parted and waiting for more. It's pathetic how he's managed to turn you into this with just one G-Rated kiss.

The hand on the back of your neck moves to your face, fingertips tracing the smooth line of your brow before trailing back down to cup your cheek.

"Yeah.. Yeah, this is nice too." Eddie murmurs, "You're awful pretty when you're mad, but this.. This right here is somethin' else."

"You're so annoying." It comes out airy, absolutely no bite to your words.

"Oh, that's not changing, sweetheart. Matter of fact, I think it's a part of our spark. Gotta keep the fire burning, right? I'll keep annoying you, you'll keep getting angry-"

"Would you just shut up and kiss me again?"

Eddie grins, already leaning in, "Sure thing."

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eddiemunsonistheloml · 3 months ago

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wild horses - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: established relationship, fingering, public sex, reader is referred to by pet names

a/n: another little repost from my old account, it’s one of my favorites 💕 inspired by that one scene from fear, enjoy xx.

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“don’t tell me you’re scared, darlin’.”

eddie chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulders to pull you in closer to his side. his plump lips graze the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver in his embrace. you clutch tightly onto the cuff of his leather jacket before quickly shaking your head.

the rambunctious chatter and laughter echoing around you does nothing to calm your already shaky nerves. having waited over half an hour in this long line for hawkin’s newest attraction has only made you more anxious. but your boyfriend is practically buzzing with excitement.

“i’m n-not scared,” you huff, “but why do we have to sit in the front car?”

while you try to put on a brave face, your shaky tone doesn’t convince either of you. eddie carefully tips your chin up, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose as your frown deepens.

“it’s the best seat in the house baby, trust me you’ll like it,” he grins, mischief sparkling behind his irises.

you don’t have time to answer him as the gate suddenly opens in front of you, the attendant motioning you both forward with a bored expression. eddie takes your hand to guide you towards the cart, swallowing the last of your nerves as you slide onto the hard plastic seat. you carefully tuck your skirt under you as eddie climbs in beside you.

the brunette reaches over your lap to grab the seatbelt, letting his fingertips graze along the bare skin of your thigh for a little longer than necessary. heat pools in your lower belly at the simple touch, your thighs parting almost automatically. the hint of a smirk plays on his lips as he finally pulls the strap over you both and clicks it into place.

your shaky hands wrap around the metal safety bar, pulling it down onto your laps until it locks. just in time for the attendant to come by to make sure you both are securely fastened. the teen steps back from the tracks as he gives a thumbs up to the operator, the press of a button causing the coaster to jolt forward.

you instantly grab onto eddie's bicep, nails digging into the faux leather of his jacket as he rests his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze. the sun had set while you were still waiting in line, the colorful lights of the park now a sharp contrast against the night sky. it offers you a nice distraction as the coaster continues to climb even higher.

the cheers of the people in the carts behind you has your heart leaping into your throat as the coaster finally reaches its peak. everything suddenly stops then, the cart delicately teetering on the edge of the slope. your breathing becomes labored as you feel your boyfriend's warm palm slide in between your thighs to cup your clothed cunt.

the action causes you to gasp, feeling the coaster slowly begin to tip forward. his plump lips are at your ear then, his wild curls tickling your cheek.

“now— don't be afraid to scream, sweetheart."

eddie's fingers slip past your lace panties to find your clit as the coaster rushes downward at a rapid speed. your hair is flung back off your shoulders from the force of the wind, a strangled cry leaving your lips as he pumps his calloused digits inside your wet heat. his low groan is barely audible over the screams of the other riders.

your eyes flutter shut, hips jutting forward despite the metal bar confining you to your seat. he eagerly slips another digit in, your wetness surely dripping onto the seat below you as he buries them to the hilt inside you. your boyfriend grasps onto your chin with his unoccupied hand to press a searing kiss to your mouth.

“open those pretty eyes for me, baby,” he mumbles against your lips.

you do as you're told, lashes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of his dimples as his mouth lifts in a mischievous grin. eddie begins to curl his fingers up as the coaster suddenly flips upside down in a loop, causing your ass to lift slightly from the seat. you grip onto his wrist in an attempt to keep his fingers from slipping back out.

a scream leaves your lips as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, the motion of the coaster only aids him in fucking you deeper. his thumb continues to rub harsh circles over your swollen clit as your body trembles. between eddie's skilled fingers and the constant motion of the coaster, it doesn’t take you long to meet your end.

that final descent has your thighs pressing together and a drawn out cry to slip past your lips. the sound only intertwines with the screams and shouts of excitement from the other riders. a mixture of fear and arousal courses through your veins as the male continues to pump his fingers inside you. working you through the intensity of your orgasm.

your chest is heaving by the time the ride begins to finally slow. your half lidded eyes watching when he slips his fingers out from between your thighs. eddie brings them up to his lips just as the coaster rounds the final corner into the station, sucking your juices off them with a large smirk. no one but the two of you know the reason for it.

by the time the ride comes to a complete halt you've barely recovered, knees wobbling as you climb out the car onto the tarmac. eddie follows behind you, eagerly scooping you up in his arms and lifting you off the ground. a small squeal escapes you as he carries you towards the exit.

"see, sweetheart?” he hums, nipping at your ear.

“rollercoasters are fun."

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