#cowboy!eddie x reader

[urhoneycombwitch]

howdy, honey!

part I

older!cowboy!Eddie x honey!reader

foreword: idk what this is. other than the start of a new series I may or may not have time for lmao. just… love the idea of honey!Reader and wanted to show the origins of cowboy!Eddie into their life <3 honey!Reader is a bit of an abrasive spitfire but I heart complicated women and Eddie is the right amount of gruff to put up w/ that bratty ass <3 I’m sorry if any truck stuff is wrong I swear I researched a bit but dear god I am not a car girly plz forgive me

cw: Appalachian no magic AU, cowboy!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is at least 40, R implied as younger), R is on the run from a Troubled Past ™, R has breasts (non-sexual mention) and a tattoo (no skin tone/color mentioned), smut planned for following chapters, as always +18 mdni!

wc: 5.3k

The last thing you want to hear behind you approaches: a vehicle slowing down, tires crunching to crawl at your walking pace in the gravel ditch of the road. 

Maybe it’s just a concerned citizen. You soothe yourself internally, even as your guard surges up to take stock of the environment, to calculate the quickest route to safety. 

To your left- a rusting red pickup, its unknown driver, the flat expanse of tarmac and heat lines rising blearily for miles on end.

To your right, just a sprint away- the line of a lush, thick forest, unfamiliar birds calling amidst the Appalachian wilderness.

Then, an even worse sound of the truck's window being rolled down. 

“Not interested, pal,” you call out, in a tone you hope is commanding. “My thumb ain’t out. Keep driving.”

“I just-” it’s a man’s voice, because of course it is, who else would stop in the middle of an abandoned road to harass a young thing like you- “It’s about a hundred degrees out. Hotter than a two-buck pistol and you’re hiking in it.”

“Mind your damn business.” You don’t know this guy’s angle, but you don’t really care- if there’s anything you’ve learned from the past two weeks on the road, it’s Don’t trust strange men and keep your wits. 

Heart thumping an unsteady rhythm, you swallow the fear and hike your duffle bag higher onto your aching shoulder, resolute, even as the guy sighs. As if he has the right to sound weary. “Darlin’. I don’t wanna see you die of dehydration, is all. Got some water in the back, ‘least let me offload some onto you.”

The offer is tempting enough to still your steps- your canteen is empty, ran out about an hour after being filled at the last town’s hostel. Constant thirst has been an unfortunate side effect of this journey; so far it seems you've been the only one desperate enough to actually be outside in this unrelenting heat.

The man must take your pause for acceptance because he rolls to a stop just ahead of you, brake lights giving one quick flash before the engine cuts out. Both boots hit pavement at the same time, revealing a tall, lanky figure in dark denim and a cut-off tee. 

As he rounds to the trailer bed, you notice a smattering of tattoos- bats flying up one arm, a lariat and a floral piece on the other, some sort of mythological creature sitting over his heart (only spotted as he bends to unhook his truck bed’s latch, shirt shifting forward to reveal a pale expanse of skin beneath).

He’s a confusing, delightful mix of punk and cowboy- jeans just a touch too tight for working, silver hoops lining the shell of his right ear. You’d probably get a better sense of his age if his hair wasn’t hiding in a bun too shadowy to see properly, nestled under the brim of his black cowboy hat.

Eyes dark as bittersweet chocolate but kind and calm turn towards you, observing silently with crossed arms in the ditch a yard away. He closes the gap, wiping his palm on the black bandanna lining his pocket before stretching an appeasing hand towards you. “Waterin’ time.”

A laugh would signal comfortability, and you prefer to keep your cards as close to your own chest as possible, so you smother the noise, turn it into a disapproving twist of your mouth before taking his proffered hand. 

He’s stronger than he looks, pulling you up to the road with an easy flex of his forearm; his other hand automatically fits to your low back to steady you as your pack shifts with the climb, but he drops all points of contact as soon as you’re stabilized.

There’s a thunk from the nearby truck, the sound of something dull hitting into the metal. On instinct, your hand snaps to the butterfly knife tucked into the front of your bra band, hidden by the extra padding but close enough to whip out at a moment's notice. 

A dog sits eager and obedient in the truck bed, black and leggy and long-snouted- some type of Shepherd, if you had to guess. His long feathered tail hits the wheel with each enthusiastic wag, oversized ears perked forward.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. 

Adrenaline leaves you feeling sticky and strung-out, even more than the heat. Between your breasts, the knife sits waiting, metal cool to the touch and reassuring through the fabric of your tanktop. You hope it just looks like you scare easily, hand over your heart with nerves and jumpiness instead of trained defense mode- cards to chest, and all that. 

Safer for you, to be underestimated. Always harder to see a hit coming from someone unexpected. 

This time, though, you aren’t fixing to hit. The back of your hand, like some gravitational force, draws you to the mouth of the truck bed. 

A slash of pink tongue splits the all-black dog’s mouth when he licks you, thumping tailbeat picking up speed. 

The man who owns both truck and dog leans a hip against the wheel, watching as you smooth your palm over the silky head of his companion. “Name’s Goblin.”

“So, your parents were hippies, I gather?” A joke slips out before you can catch and wrestle it back to be the most unassuming version of yourself.

The man laughs- full and rich, crow’s feet bursting like sunbeams, dimples springing into his cheeks- the action knocks a decade off his face. 

You’re transfixed, unable to look away, Goblin nudging your hand for more pets while you memorize the way this stranger looks, laughing on the side of the road in the middle of goddamn nowhere. 

“The dog is Goblin,” the man says, humor twitching at the corners of his plush lips. He takes off his hat to rest against his chest, chocolate eyes still twinkling. “I’m Eddie.”

In the truck bed next to Goblin, there’s a bulky case laying sideways, a handle on one end for carrying. It’s the last push you need, apparently, as the logic part of your mind speaks with finality: Ted Bundy never played guitar. 

So you give Eddie your name. Your real one. You haven’t used it in weeks, opting for anonymity and the comfort of a pseudonym at the seedy spots you’ve been staying.

As soon as you say it, something loosens in your chest, flutters free into the bright blue sky as Eddie repeats it like something precious- like he’s known you for ages. 

“Well.” As if a matter has been settled, Eddie puts his hat back on (you weren’t quite done memorizing the long pattern of his curls, shot through with grey, pulled taut against his skull to settle in a bun at the nape of his neck). “More’n welcome to take the water and send me packin’, but now that we all know each other’s names, how about a lift to town?”

Eddie scratches Goblin behind the ear, absentminded as he adds, “Could even sit in the back, ‘f you wanted. That way you could just jump on out if you think I’m tryna pull something.”

Your shoulder suddenly aches with the weight of your duffel; you let the straps slide to the crook of your elbow, then set it next to Goblin who seems happy for something new to sniff.

Unfortunately for Eddie, you’re starting to like him, which means the filter for your sarcasm and teasing has completely eroded. “Ri-ight. Like I’m gonna just sit in the back of your truck when you could floor it and fling me over the side like a ragdoll.” 

Those big, doey eyes of Eddie’s roll skyward. “You always this stubborn?”

“Only on days that end in Y.” 

“All right.” There’s something in his tone that makes your spine straighten- not from fear, just… something else that you’re trying hard not to analyze right now. “So sit in the damn front and put a seatbelt on, since you’re so worried ‘bout my driving.”

Eddie shuts the pickup’s gate and mutters all the way to the driver’s side door, some comparison being drawn between you and one of his cows that gets herself stuck in the fenceline, refusing sesnsible help. 

The air in the cab is stale and still, warmth from the cracked leather seats soaking into the back of your shorts and bare thighs as you get in and buckle up. You’re suddenly aware of how desperately you need a shower, being in an enclosed space and next to someone with (presumably) a working sense of smell, but luckily Eddie’s already rolling down the windows.

“Air’s broke,” he says by way of apology, waving in the general direction of the AC vents before reaching to open the sliding rear window.

Something cold and wet presses against your ear- Goblin, saying hello. By the time your giggle is over, the grumble of the engine has kicked on, and the dog has found a headrest in the form of your pack, his tongue lolling into the fabric with rhythmic panting. 

“Radio?” You ask, already reaching to twist at the knob on the dash- a crackle of static, and then, bliss. Johnny Cash croons from the speakers. 

In trying to keep your delight casual, you slip up, telling Eddie as he straightens out the wheel to pick up speed- “God, I haven’t heard music this good in months, not since-”

Fortunately, whatever system in your brain still holding on to good sense chops the sentence in half. To cover, you clear your throat, cross your arms, and keep your eyes fixed forward when you change the subject. “So, you play guitar?”

If Eddie notices your lapse he doesn’t comment on it, picking up conversation with an easy charm. “Nah. That’s just a cover for if Sheriff Hop gets me for speedin’. That case is filled with coke and guns and all sorts’a contraband.”

You fix the side of his head with a glare, and even without seeing it full-on Eddie sputters a chuckle and admits, “Fine. I play guitar, sometimes.”

While Eddie’s eyes stay on on the road ahead, you let your own gaze linger on his face in profile: the slope of his nose, the freckles that scatter across the apple of his cheeks and neck, the tail end of another tattoo winding up his collarbone.

Eddie catches you staring, this time, jolt like an electric shock coursing through your whole body when you lock eyes for a moment, before he flicks back to the road. “Looks like you got some ink, yourself.”

He must be doing his best to remain respectful, because he doesn’t ask what the J stands for, even as your other hand jumps instinctually to cover the breadth of your wrist, hiding the little inked letter from view. “Yeah. I get one every time I kill a man. In remembrance.”

Amusement twitches at the corner of Eddie’s mouth when he asks, “Yeah? Only one so far? Would’a thought you’d be racking up your letters by now. Fierce as you are.”

“Well, we’re in public. I can’t very well take off my shirt to show you all the rest.”

This earns you another laugh, and even with the wind whipping through the cab, it fills every inch of the space. Rattles into you like a thunderstorm, knocks dust off some deep part of you kept dormant ‘til now.

You like that he called you that. Fierce. You’re loath to admit it, but you also like the pet names. Most boys are condescending or double-edged with their diminutives, but when Eddie calls you darlin’ with that Southern drawl, it feels… endearing. 

Equal parts terrifyingly disarming and captivatingly charming. That’s how you’d categorize Eddie, so far, though you’re not sure what to file away about his arms- stretched out at ten and two on the Ford’s big wheel, soft white underbelly of his forearms fading into a natural freckled tan, smattering of dark hair over both. 

For now, you file it under Trouble and focus on the upcoming road sign.

It looks like someone stripped a big tree and cut out a thick middle piece just to drive it at a slant into the ground. The hand-carved words appear to have been painted over many times, discolored and weathered, obscuring some of the letters.

WELC ME TO C LINE

”It’s a nice town, Celine,” Eddie says conversationally as the sign gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. “Small, but good community. Lots of farming folks, like me, some strays and stragglers, like you.”

Johnny Cash gives way to an unfamiliar folksy number; you drink in the ramshackle buildings that make up the heart of the town. It’s reminiscent of old cowboy movies you grew up watching with your brothers- flat roofs, red brick, clapboard. A hitching post outside of a General Store, a group of kids tearing around on bikes in the empty lot of the movie theater. 

All that’s missing is a lone tumbleweed flipping lazily end over end across the road.

Eddie pulls his truck parallel with a stretch of curb outside a long building, another handmade sign that reads Celine Public Library. He leaves the engine running but shifts the gear to park, pointing to the phone booth just beyond your window.

“Phone’s just there, if you got someone to call. Figure’d here’s as good a place as any, if you wanna part ways now.”

Oh, right. Eddie offered you a ride to town, and he made good on it. Now is the part where you get out, collect your duffel, and wave while pretending to make a phone call until his truck has disappeared.

But you don’t. There’s lively guitar plucking over the speakers, twining with the purr of the engine. Eddie’s hands flex and unflex on the wheel, horseshoe tattoo on the first segment of his middle finger rippling with the movement like he’s working up the courage to say something,

You’d better not stick around to hear it. Fighting the thing that’s sticking you to the seat, you reach for the door handle. “Well, thanks, Eddie. ‘Preciate the lift.”

Your fingers are just grazing the handle when Eddie speaks again. “Wait-”

Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t-

His eyes are just as beautiful as before, when he’d laughed- and now they’re on you, longing and hopeful and a little unsure as he speaks, gaining speed as if from nerves- “I’ve got a spare room. Spare shack, technically- it’s not much, but I used to live in there real comfortably ‘til my uncle moved and I got the house. Please come stay, at least for the night. Please?”

With a hand still on the door to your other, safer option, you pause; though the main emotion that washes through you is one of relief and gratitude, you sink your teeth into the little flare of irritation, pulling it up to the surface like one last play. “I don’t want charity.”

”Do I look like the church-goin’ type?” A bright flash of Eddie’s teeth as he grins (he knows he’s got you, goddammit). “And the shack door locks from the inside. Deadbolt. In case you’re worried about… I’m not askin’ anything from you. Just- please.”

Your hand drops from the door, falls limply into your lap as you breathe out. “And you’re not in some… weird, cowpoke-Satanic cult where you’re gonna use me as human sacrifice?”

“What part of deadbolt do you not get,” Eddie retorts, pleased, hand at the gear shift. “And my cult only meets on the full moon, so. You’ve got a few weeks of safety, at least.”

A genuine laugh bubbles up out of you, and the smile that Eddie fixes you with would’ve knocked you sideways had you been standing. 

You’re both relishing in the moment too deeply to notice the bicycles approaching from behind; Goblin gives an excited yip, front paws planted on the lip of the truck, wagging up a storm as the group squeals to a halt, surrounding you and Eddie on all sides. 

One of the kids, a boy with a curly mop of hair who looks on the young end of 15, slams a hand down on Eddie’s open window. “Hey!”

Eddie is the one to nearly jump out of his skin this time, hand flying to the top of his hat and cursing. “Fuck. Christ, Henderson. Whaddya want?”

“Do you require our assistance at the market this weekend?” The kid speaks in a funny, oddly formal tone as Eddie sighs and sets his hat on the seat between the two of you. 

“Unfortunately so.” 

“C’mon, Eddie, don’t be like that.” The boy is practically leaning through the window at this point with eagerness, one foot on the ground to keep his bike from tipping. You smother a giggle at the way Eddie’s jaw ticks. “School’s out, we’re bored as hell, and-”

He stops mid sentence when he spies you in the passenger seat, eyebrows jumping up to the curls covering his forehead. “And who might this be?”

“None of your damn business,” Eddie grits out, but you ignore the all-bark-no-bite tone to stretch across and offer your hand in introduction.

“I’m Dustin,” the boy says, in answer to your own name, and rapid-fire points at the various figures loitering around the truck, naming his friends too quickly for you to store them long-term. “Now, Edward, about our payment…”

There’s a girl with red braids near your window, the only one not on a bike. When you give her a friendly smile, she glowers and plants a sneakered foot on her skateboard, rocking it aimlessly up and down the asphalt. 

In the back, Goblin is basking in the attention of the rest of the group; another boy with a close-cropped Afro rubs the dog’s head lovingly, while a girl with serious brown eyes and shoulder-length curls (Eddie’s relative, maybe?) makes tentative strokes down Goblin’s side. 

There are two other kids- boys, you think- near the back of the trailer, but their backs are to the group, close as two people can be while still on their own bikes. Dustin’s conversation floats back into your comprehension- he’s making a valiant attempt at twisting Eddie’s arm where ‘payment’ is concerned.

Untwistable, Eddie shakes his head. A few strands of hair have come loose from his bun, curling around his jaw with the overdramatic move he makes to throw the gear shift into drive. “All right, enough, ya scoundrel. Round up your crew and go be a pain in someone else’s ass.”

Unperturbed, Dustin straightens, grasping his bike’s handlebars with one hand and wrapping a tight fist around the metal of the truck’s side mirror. 

This seems to be some sort of signal, because the rest of the group latches on like some choreographed play- hands, one from each kid, coming up to grip at any free space left on the truck, shoulders hunching forward as if preparing to be shot forth like a rubber band. 

“Damn kids,” Eddie grumbles, but you can hear the fondness in his voice as he lifts his foot from the brake.

The truck lurches forward, and with it, the extra wheels; Goblin’s revved-up barking joins the excited chatter and whooping of the kids hanging on, a joyous cacophony of sound as you all head further down the empty street together.

Eddie picks up speed; there’s a twinge of fear as you watch the speedometer tick up to 10- and then he honks, once, and in perfect synchronicity all the kids let go. Some of them pedal furiously to keep up the momentum, others- like the girl on the skateboard- take advantage of the added speed to simply coast.

Soon enough, their cheerful waves and laughter recede into the distance along with the rest of the town as Eddie keeps his boot on the gas.

The heat in town was dizzying, so you’re relieved when the road dips and bends into the comfort of shade- courtesy of the wild forest flanking either side. 

It’s about a ten minute drive to Munson Farms, and on the way, Eddie tells you all about it. You learn that his Uncle Wayne raised him, taught him how to work and live off the land- when Wayne retired and moved a few miles down the road, Eddie took over.

“Not really a lucrative venture, farming,” he says, trees passing in a blur as he navigates the road curves with ease. “But the end of summer Town Fair pays well, ‘specially for sheep penning demonstrations. Got a couple of dairy cows, chickens that won’t stop laying- between that ‘n Wayne’s orchards, we got more than enough to get us through the winter months.

And then there’s the hives-”

“Bees?” Unable to help the interruption, your head whips in his direction, interest piqued. 

“Yup. Got about six hives right now in the southern pasture. Don’t know much about ‘em, truthfully- got a friend named Chrissy, comes once a week or so to make sure they stay maintained. I mostly just help come harvesting time, and try to stay out of her way for the rest.”

There are about a thousand other questions you want to ask- what kind of bees? Are they near your garden plot to promote pollination? Any bears in the area?- but you tamp down your excitement, settling on a neutral, “Cool,” before looking out the window again.

The sign for Munson Farms is handmade, too, but upkept much better than the one in town- it swings gently in the breeze on metal links as Eddie turns down the adjoining dirt road. About a quarter mile in, you start to see signs of life- fence lines running through the trees and the shush of a nearby water source- and then, a house.

It’s small, probably no more than a bed, bath, and kitchen inside. There’s a red brick chimney separating the straight lines of the blue-painted wood planks, ivy crawling up one side to frame the eastern-facing window. 

On the covered porch, a big, long-haired white dog lifts its head at the sound of the truck pulling in. Goblin gives a greeting bark, practically tripping over his oversized paws to launch out of the truck even as Eddie gripes at him to “Be careful, dammit!”

As you follow Eddie out of the truck and to the porch, the white dog shambles over on a stiff back leg, ignoring the playful jumping and licking Goblin gives in favor of coming up to sniff you. 

“This is Rosie,” Eddie says, patting her greying muzzle with a gentleness that twists something in your stomach. “She’s near older than me, was a great livestock guardian ‘til her age caught up. Been trying to train up Goblin to take her place but between you ‘n me I think his head might be full of rocks.”

As if he’s aware of the insult, Goblin gives an indignant yip and paws at Eddie’s knee; he gets laughed off by the two of you, zipping away with a deep sense of importance into the nearby forest while Rosie shambles back to her cozy porch spot.

It smells incredible, here, surrounded by so many trees- you take a deep breath, inhaling the rich pines, the verdant underbrush. Just past the house, there’s a fenced-in area with various plants spilling out of raised garden beds. You can almost smell the summer strawberries and crisp veggies. 

On the other side of the fence is a plastic-sheeted greenhouse, LED lights inside making the whole thing glow artificial purple. Eddie catches you staring, then gives a wink, laying one long finger to the side of his nose. “Don’t go tellin’ the Sheriff on me and I’ll give you a joint for your troubles.”

“Deal.” Wasn’t a hard sell at all- at the rate this is going, you’re dying to get high with this man. 

Eddie grabs your pack out of the truck bed and leads you across the dirt road, pointing out the fence lines in the distance, and a barn that you can just make out through a gap in the trees. 

“Sheep, cows, horses, all that way. This way-” his hand rests between your shoulder blades, steering you towards a boot-worn path, “-is the guest shack. Beehives’ll be just down the hill from where you’re stayin’.”

He pauses, looking back over his shoulder at you- “I’ll take you to see ‘em tomorrow. Promise. I just don’t want you goin’ by yourself and getting stung to death, y’hear?”

Not for the first time today, you wish, desperately, to tell him things you shouldn’t. I was actually an apprentice beekeeper for a year, I know my way around a hive. Studied entomology and agriculture in college before I lost myself in the worst mistake of my life. You know that pesky little J I’ve got on my wrist…?

But if you start talking, you won’t stop. And besides, you’re not planning to stay here long enough for your secrets to matter.

So instead, you press your lips into a line, looking solemn, nodding in agreement until he’s satisfied and continues on. 

The dirt path leads right to the shack, and Eddie opens the door to let you in. It’s about the size of a studio apartment- wood stove and sink next to the bathroom door, twin bed draped with a thick quilt budged up under the single window. Small, but homey and clean.

As you take it in, spinning in a slow circle, Eddie sets your duffel next to the bed and runs a hand over the top of his head, haloed frizz of his hair springing back into place. “Ain’t much, I know- usually just host the town rascals; they bring their sleeping bags and fight over who gets the mattress. But the sheets are washed, and-”

“Eddie.” You stop his rambling with a hand to his arm. “Seriously, it’s great. Better than great. I was probably gonna end up sleeping on the streets tonight, and you saved me from that. So… thank you. I mean it.”

The vulnerability in your own voice catches you off guard, but you decide to lean in to it. Eddie’s been nice for no reason- or, rather, because he seems to be a kind person- and you want to make sure he hears how grateful you are for a place to stay.

He’s staring down at your hand on his bare arm, eyes clouded with something you can’t parse out; you draw your hand back, which prompts him to speak- “Shit, darlin’. It’s nothin’. Don’t worry about it. You can stay as long as you like.”

“It’s not nothing,” you insist, arms crossing over your chest, rocking back on your heels. There’s a sudden swell of panic rising like bile in your throat; this morning, you were hell-bent on leaving, and now, you think it’ll kill you not to stay.

“Listen-” Eddie’s eyes snap up at the urgency in your voice, but you manage to push through- “I know I didn’t tell you much, about where I came from, or what I did to end up…”

On my own. The words stick in your throat, tears pricking threateningly at the corners of your vision. “...out here. But I grew up on a farm. I’m used to working livestock, riding horses- I can be helpful. Can earn my keep over the weekend, at least, doing whatever you need-”

Eddie interrupts with a shake of his head, your stomach plummeting until he says, “Got enough farmhands as it is, honey. Don’t need you getting your pretty hands dirty.”

“There has to be something. I can’t cook worth a damn, but I can clean-”

“Hey.” Eddie’s tone of voice slips into a low, soothing register, like you’re a spooked animal caught in a trap. He steps closer, and when you don’t flinch, he settles his big hands on the tops of your shoulders. “Shh. It’s okay. Like I said earlier- I’m not expecting nothin’ from you. Okay?”

There’s gotta be some sort of magical effect happening, an old Celtic carving under the floorboards, maybe a witch's spell braided in with the dried herbs hanging on the far wall. You’ve never felt so looked at before, like you’ve swam beyond your depth and Eddie’s hands are a life raft.

His eyes flit around your face, taking in the expressions you’re surely flickering through before he says, quietly- “If you want, how ‘bout you stay ‘til the end of summer. Help out where you can, and come Fair time, I’ll deal you in on the profits.”

You open your mouth to argue, and smooth as butter, his right hand slips up your shoulder, tattooed fingers wrapping firm around the back of your neck, thumb tapping the pulse point under your jaw, insistent- “This way, you’ll have cash enough in your pocket to go anywhere you want. It’s a good deal and you damn well better take it.”

You wonder if he can feel the jackrabbit pulse of your heartbeat under his thumb. When you nod, he gives a dimpled smile, satisfied. “Good. Now I’ll let you settle in and get washed up for supper. Come on over to the main house when you’re ready.”

Before the door shuts behind him, Eddie adds, “And don’t get too excited. I ain’t much of a cook, neither.”

After his footsteps have retreated down the path, you collapse onto the mattress, springs squeaking. You flip to stare up at the ceiling, running your fingertips over the ghost of his touch branded against your neck, almost nauseous from elation.

A whole summer. On Eddie’s farm. With Eddie. 

After a few minutes of deep breathing, you get up to unpack your duffel, then fold your meager clothes supply neatly into the top drawer of an old oak dresser in the corner, still room enough for your canteen.

The last thing in your bag is a twine-wrapped leather pouch. Your butterfly knife makes quick work of the knots, and then, the last of your most precious things in the world are laid out on the bed. 

A certificate of completion from Indiana U’s Beekeeping Department, folded and creased but still valid, signed by your last field mentor. 

A driver’s license with your old address, square photo of a younger and more hopeful you smiling back.

And lastly, an engagement ring. Gold, with a teardrop-shaped diamond center and sparkling accent stones trailing up either side of the band. 

It twinkles when you hold it up to the evening sunbeam streaming through the window; reflective pinpricks of light scatter and dance across the quilt.

In quick succession, you slide everything back into the pouch, securing it with the drawstring before burying it inside the hidden pocket of your bag.

Then, you shove the duffel under the bed until it hits the wall, and turn away to wash up for dinner.

[fairylights-throughthemist]

Bad Timing

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

wc : 1.2k

Warnings: use of Y/N, smut, fluff, slight angst, making out, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (weed), pet names (baby, good girl, sweetheart, angel, sweet girl), van sex, unprotected p in v (don’t do this irl), (unsuccessful) pull out method (be smarter than them), mentions of bruising, they’re both in highschool, not proofread, mentions of (period) blood.

A/N: English is not my first language and this is my first time writing smut.

Based on this post

Parties weren’t his scene. He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that.

But Robin begged you to come and you didn’t want to go without Eddie (He didn’t want you to go alone either.)

It was Steve’s party, which he threw for no certain occasion.

As you arrived at the party, Eddie whispered to you “Y/N this is so stupid. No one wants me to be here.”

“I want you here Eddie, and Robin invited us, she wants you here too.”

“She invited you sweetheart, not me.”

“She knows we’re a package deal, Munson.” You said and smiled at him.

After a few hours and a few drinks too many Eddie spots you on the dance floor with Robin. At this point Eddie is a little high and very horny. Seeing you dance provocatively was his last straw. He walks up to you and hugs you from the back and whimpers into your ear.

“Y/N I’m so hard for you.” You can feel the hard bulge in his tight jeans pressing against you.

You turn around and look up at him with a surprised, but understanding look. You said goodbye to Robin while Eddie guides you to his van. Instead of opening the passenger seat door for you, he opens the back door. While the back of his van wasn’t an unusual spot for you guys to have sex in, you expected him to drive home and fuck you in his bed. Maybe it’s best this way, seeing how hard he was afterall.

He helps you in, acting like a gentleman even when he’s about to fuck you in the back of his van. He’s hot on your heels as you both start taking off your shirts.

“Do you want me to ride you Eds?” You asked.

“I’ll do the work this time baby.” He said with a smirk.

The two of you share a passionate kiss that quickly turns into a make out session while he circles your nipple with his calloused fingers. He kisses down your neck while his hands go to take off your pants. You’re left in only your panties, which he carefully removes and unsurprisingly shoves in his back pocket. You would scold him for taking yet another pair of your underwear if you weren’t so damn horny.

He starts kissing your clit but you have to stop him so you push his head away.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“N- nothing, just need you inside so so bad.”

“Oh my sweet girl needs me inside?” He said with a chuckle as he moved up to kiss you. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dick out. His glistening tip softly hit his stomach.

He nudged your clit with his tip, pulling a whine from you.

“Eddieeee.”

He was teasing your dripping hole with his tip when you tried pulling him closer.

“So wet n’ I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Stop teasing me Eds.”

“You forgot the magic word angel.” He said with a grin.

“Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please stop teasing me Eddie.”

“That’s more like it, baby.” He smacked a kiss onto your forehead.

“Do you have a condom?” You said breathlessly.

“Fuck.” He sighed.

“Seriously?”

“We used the last van-condom three days ago.”

“Just pull out. And do it in time.” You sighed.

“Really?”

“Yes Eddie I need you so fucking bad.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He quickly pushed in and you whimpered into his ear as you were practically hugging his neck.

“S-so big Baby.”

“You’re taking me so well baby. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

He started thrusting in and out of you, pleasure radiating off of the two of you. The force of his thrusts making the whole van move, making it very obvious what was going on inside the vehicle.

Your whines kept getting louder and louder which only boosted Eddie’s ego.

“You’re being so good for me baby.”

“F- fuck Eddie. Feels so good.”

“Yeah that’s it princess. Taking my cock so well.”

You just whined in response. You already felt yourself getting close due to being so wound up from all of Eddie’s teasing.

“Eddie… Eds… I- I’m close.”

“I know baby, squeezing me so tight, God, I’m so close.”

He brought two of his calloused fingers down to your most sensitive spot and started circling it.

“S- so close baby.” You whined.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me princess, you’re so good for me angel.”

All of his praise sent you over the edge and the only thing you could feel, hear and see was Eddie.

Despite your orgasm Eddie kept going, chasing his own euphoria. His thrusts sped up and his hands gripped your hips so hard that you knew you’d be left with bruises.

“Fuck, I’m almost there baby.”

You bring your hands up to his head and slightly pull on his hair, this action leading him to lose all composure. He cums with a loud growl.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

Not even three seconds pass before your eyes shoot open and realize what’s wrong.

“D-did you fucking cum inside.”

“Oooh fuck.”

“Are you serious?”

“Baby I’m so-”

“Eddie what the fuck!”

“Shit! I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

“You said you’d pull out!”

“I- I- Fuck! I’m sorry baby.”

You hurry to find your clothes and get dressed. You’ve got your shirt back on when you can’t find your panties.

“Give me my fucking panties.” You told him with a stern look.

He hesitantly reaches into his back pocket and hands them to you. You snatch them back and begin putting them on.

“Baby I know I fucked up but-”

“What the fuck am I gonna do. We’re still in high school Eddie we can’t have a fucking baby.” Your anger quickly turned into a mix fear and sadness. You looked at Eddie with tears in your eyes. He pulls you into a himself and kisses your forehead. You lied down like that, next to each other, with your face against his chest.

“Y/N, I promise it’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s not. How would it be. We c- can’t have a b- baby.” You said in between sniffles.

“You know, with all the weed i’ve smoked my sperm might not even work.”

“Shut up.” You said with a slight giggle.

“I love you, Sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

“I love you too, Eddie.” You said into the crook of his neck.

A week later

You just got home from hanging out with Eddie. You put your bag in your room and went to the bathroom. As you wiped you saw blood.

“Oh thank God.” You sighed.

You washed your hands and rushed to your room to call Eddie.

“Munson residence, Eddie here.”

“I got my period!”

“Thank fuck.”

“God that was scary. I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too my sweet girl.”

Your worries were fading away, just like the bruises he left on your hips that night.

A/N: Ahh I’m so scared to post this. The ending felt a little rushed but I just want to post this🥲

[oneforthemunny]

how you like them apples |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you surprise eddie with his favorite fall treat, and, oh, is he surprised.

since i'm feeling so fall, i decided to write a ficlet around my love cowboy!eddie. also follows the lore that sweet girl is not the best cook lmao. super fluffy. genuinely nothing but the sweetest fluff and love.

Your head turned at the rumble of the truck, moving slowly down the gravel driveway towards the house. Eddie always drove much slower than you, always on to you about speeding down the gravel, flinging it everywhere. 

The red truck’s bed was filled with lumber, left over from the recent renovations the Ives’ family had done to their new fence, just up the road- well, that’s what Eddie always said, it was more like a good ten miles away. Irvine Ives had called Eddie up last night, asked him if he wanted it before he took it to the junkyard. He knew Eddie was repairing a patch in the fence a Bronco he was training had kicked out. 

“Back so soon?” You grinned, pressing a hand over your brows to shield you from the September sun. Not as bright as it was in June, but still unforgiving in the middle of the day. 

“Yep, wasn’t much, but I think I got what I needed.” Eddie hummed, turning the key and killing the ignition, cigarette still lit between his fingers. “Think I got enough to patch it though. Just gonna need to repaint it since it’s not the same kinda wood.” 

Your brows raised, walking over towards the driver’s side, leaning in towards the window. “I can help you with that.” You hummed, breathing in the cloud of smoke he exhaled with a content sigh. “I love to paint.” 

Eddie grinned back at you, a soft crease in his dimples that made your body buzz with excitement. “Yeah? We can go to town tomorrow if I get this done. Pick out a color.” 

“That sounds like fun.” You beam. “I was going to say we need to go to the grocery anyways, so that works out.” You hum, a large brown bag catching your attention, nestled beside Eddie in the passenger seat. 

“What’s that?” You ask, leaning on the door to see. “Apples?” 

“Yeah, Mrs. Ives insisted I take a few. Said their trees were overflowin’ with ‘em.” Eddie nodded towards the bag, lightly tapping your hand to move, opening the truck’s door. “Figure I’d give a few to Medusa. Try to do something with the rest, maybe.” 

You nodded slowly, wheels in your mind already spinning with an idea. Eddie handed you the apples, cradling the bottom until you got your grip on the heavy bag. “‘M gonna go start on this. Try to get it done today.” 

“Ok,” You hummed, hugging the apples to your chest. “Have fun, baby.” 

Eddie snorted in laughter, head ducking down, stealing a quick kiss from you. “I shouldn’t be too long.” He looked back at you, eyes narrowing in suspicion as you simply nodded, pulling the screen door open and slipping in the kitchen. 

Normally, you’d offer to come help him, sit with him and talk about nothing in particular, and hand him the tools while he worked. Not this time. You didn’t seem mad, or upset- really, you seemed perfectly happy. Which left him a little suspicious. 

The clanging of a large, steel pot falling on the floor soothed his worries, left him grinning to himself in humor as he started off to the barn. 

“Sift? What does- like move it around?” You muttered, brows pinched in concentration that was teetering on annoyance. Your eyes squinted in concentration, trying to decipher the loopy, old school cursive on the faded, yellowed recipe card in front of you. 

The first time you found the recipe box, it was buried under piles of other things, lost in the mess that was Eddie’s bachelor pad before you moved in- really, before you were in his life. His Mamaw Munson’s recipes, all her best dishes, all in one tin box. He sat in the kitchen with you between his legs, he’d poured over each one, told you which ones were his favorite, sometimes even added a little anecdote that had you beaming with joy. 

“Oh, this one was one of my favorites, baby,” Eddie had said, eyes lighting as they scanned over the card. 

“Apple Cobbler. She’d bake it in this cast iron skillet so it’d stay hot, and we’d put vanilla ice cream over it- holy shit, it was so good.” Eddie swallowed his drool, he could practically taste it still. “She used to have an apple tree before it got blown away by this bad tornado one year. But she’d go and pick them every fall when they were ripe, and she’d always make it for us. It was my favorite thing.” 

Looking at the recipe in front of you, you could see why Eddie loved it so much. It did sound really good. 

It was just very complicated. 

“Take your peeled- shit,” You looked at the sliced apples, still with the skin on, in the bowl in front of you. “Why wouldn’t you say that before I added the other stuff, Mamaw?” You huffed, pulling the drawer open for the whittling knife. 

The kitchen was a disaster, sticky and flour filled, bowls piling high in the sink; and you hadn’t even gotten halfway through the recipe. Grabbing a handful of the butter and sugar rolled apples, you placed them on the counter’s free space, carefully carving around the edge where the skin was. 

This isn’t too bad, not taking as long as I thought it would, You thought to yourself, finally in a grove of cutting around the skin, tossing the apple back in the mixture. 

A smoky, sugary, thick smell alerted your senses on your last few apples. Turning, you saw the filling that was supposed to be simmering, now bubbling with thick, burnt globs in the pot. You grabbed the handle with a panic, shoving it to the free stove eye, turning the hot one off. 

The mixture, which was supposed to be a light caramel brown, was a deep dark molasses shade. You lifted the whisk, cringing at the toughness of the gooey substance. “It’s ok,” You shook your head lightly, looking at the clock. “That’s- whatever. It’ll bake and soften in the oven.” 

Pulling out the pan, you shoved the now skinless apples to the bottom, scraping the hardened filling mixture on top. The wooden spoon nearly broke trying to mix it in, sticking out of the cemented filling. 

You could see Eddie through the small window over the sink, down to the last stake in the fence, already beginning the wiring. He’d be done soon, this had to cook for forty-five minutes, and the kitchen was a disaster. 

“It’s fine, it’ll be fine.” You muttered to yourself, pouring the batter on top, not bothering to smooth it out like the instructions said- there was no time for that Mamaw. Instead, you slid it in the oven, turning the timer. 

Eddie came in just as you’d finished putting your last dish away. Your body surged with excited heat, smug that you might actually get away with your little surprise- well, as long as he didn’t go to the back porch, where the burnt filling was in the pan, cemented in. 

“Mm,” Eddie sniffed the air, sugary and a little… smoky? “Smells good in here, baby.” He gave you a dazzling smile, hoping you wouldn’t pick up the hesitancy in his tone. 

It was no secret that you weren’t exactly the best cook. Not that Eddie cared, but after you almost burnt the house down making lasagna, he was a little weary when you’d cook. 

“Does it?” Your eyes lit up, filled with excitement that he wouldn’t dare take from you. Whatever you’d made, no matter how charred or inedible it was, he’d scarf it down with a grin if it’d make you happy. Even if it gave him food poisoning like the chicken ala king did. 

“Yeah, what’re you makin’?” Eddie reached for the oven’s handle. 

You pushed it closed with a click of your tongue, smacking his hands away. “Don’t.” You shook your head. “It’s a surprise.” 

And you were true to your word. It certainly was a surprise. 

When you placed the concoction in front of Eddie, grinning so big, so proudly, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but grin back. “Wow, you, uh, you made this for me, sweetheart?” He smiled, eyeing the plate in front of him. 

“Yes,” You giggled, topping the runny dough on top with a scoop of ice cream. “You said it was your favorite, and when you brought the apples home, I just thought I’d surprise you.” You chirped, sliding him a spoon. “I followed your Mamaw’s recipe.”

“You spoil me, sweet thing. You know that?” Eddie smiled, heart swelling at the sentiment. You really did spoil him, were too good and too sweet to him- even if you’re cooking wasn’t as good. 

“Try it.” You sat next to him, bursting with excitement. “I know it won’t be as good as hers, but I think I did a good job on it.” 

Eddie looked down at the plate, swallowing the dread building in his throat. He dug his spoon, sawing it through the thick middle until it finally came out in a clean cut. Taking a large scoop of ice cream, hoping it would mask the flavor, he took a bite. 

“Is it good?” You leaned forward, eyes rounded in hopefulness, scanning his features eagerly. 

Eddie hummed, his teeth cemented together from the filling, sure his crown might pop out from the material. The filling was tough, the dough undercooked and lacked something that made it rise, but the apples were delicious- just like his Mamaw’s except…

“Oh,” Eddie winced before he could help it, finger digging in his mouth. He pulled out the hard thing that was wedged in his molar, turning it with a brow raised. “Is that- is that a seed?” 

Your face fell, looking at the seed back at Eddie. “Well, yeah, from the apples.” You said, heart skinning in your chest. “I didn’t- it didn’t say to take them out or anything, so I just left them in.”

Eddie swallowed, stomach turning lightly at the bite. “No, it’s- I mean, it’s good, baby. Some people take them out, but- no, this is, it’s really good.” He nodded, smiling at you gently. “‘S really good.” 

“Really?” You squeaked. “Better than the muffins?” 

“Yes,” Eddie said truthfully, whole heartedly. That was the truth, this was so much better than the mess that was the blueberry muffins. “So much better. This is really good, sweetheart. You really surprised me. Too sweet of ya to do this.” 

You squealed, hugging him tightly, legs straddling his waist in the chair, lips pressing kisses over his cheeks, his chin, his lips. Eddie’s arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into him, playfully nipping at your jaw to hear you squeal, before his lips caught yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. He’d eat all your burnt cobblers if it meant you’d be happy like this, if it made you this happy. 

[bradleybeachbabe]

The Chair

pairing: Cowboy!Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie meets you for the first time while he’s out at a bar

warnings: mention of bar, mention of drinking, mention of alcohol, flirting, eddie calling the reader ‘baby,’ fast burn, catching feelings, cute first meet, kissing, eddie and the reader acting like a couple even though they aren’t together

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: just for clarification, the title is a country song, but in the fic, eddie and the reader are dancing to a whole different song. i totally recommend listening to the song, so then you can get the whole idea of what i mean by that! also i did add my own little details/plot in the fic, but overall, the fic is still pretty much following the whole story in the song! and if you know me well enough, you know how much i love country music!

Eddie was glad that it was the end of the week. That means he can just relax for the next few days, and not worry about work until the new week arrives. Since it was finally the weekend, he decided to head into town and hang out at the local bar.

When Eddie entered the bar, it was already packed, even though it was only a little past seven. He made his way to the bar and ordered himself a beer. When he got his beer, he walked away. He told the bartender to keep his tab open.

Eddie was heading over to the usual place where he sits every time he comes to the bar, but when he came into view of the seat. He noticed that it was taken. It was taken by someone who he had never seen before. Eddie was stunned by this someone. Since Eddie was stunned by this someone, he decided to take the chance and just walk up, sit down, and start a conversation.

“Excuse me? Is this seat taken?” He asked when he walked up.

“Oh! Not at all,” you said. “Go ahead and take a seat.”

Eddie took a seat in the empty chair next to you, “Could I buy you a drink? If you don’t mind," He asked.

“I don't mind at all. Also, I’m fine with anything, just in case you're wondering,” you informed Eddie.

“Perfect,” Eddie said as he got up from his seat. He walked over to the bar to order a drink. Once Eddie got your drink he walked back to where you were sitting.

“I’m Eddie, by the way,” He said when he came back and handed you the same beer that he was drinking.

“Y/N,” You smiled.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Eddie smiled as he sat down back in his chair that was next to you.

“You too,” you smiled.

You were hoping that this conversation would go further with Eddie. Granted, you just met him, you thought he was pretty handsome.

“Are you meeting anyone here?” Eddie all of a sudden asked you. When Eddie asked you that question, it took you by surprise.

“No, I’m not,” you shook your head. “I decided to just come out here tonight all by myself.”

“Well, that makes two of us then,” Eddie told you.

You just smiled at Eddie.

“So? Are you from the area?” Eddie then asked you. Eddie thought it was cliché asking you that question, but there was something in him that wanted to know about you.

“I am,” you nodded. “Dallas, to be exact. What about you?” you asked.

“El Paso,” Eddie responded.

“Woah! That’s pretty far from here. What brings you out here?”

“Well, I don’t live too far from here. I moved out of El Paso not too long after I graduated from high school, which was roughly nineteen years ago. And so, when I did, I decided to take a different path at things, and get my hands on owning a ranch and raising farm animals,” Eddie explained to you.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “So, how is that going for you then?”

“It’s going pretty well,” Eddie nodded his head. “I love it. I’m so glad that I went down that path nineteen years ago because I can’t imagine doing anything else,” Eddie said. “What about you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was born and raised here in Dallas. I graduated from high school around seventeen years ago, and straight out of high school, I went to college,” you explained to Eddie.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did you go to college for?” He asked you.

“For Sports Journalism,” you said.

Eddie was impressed by your answer.

“Oh wow, that’s pretty neat!” Eddie cheered.

“Yep,” you nodded your head. “I’m so happy that I went down that career path. I love doing what I do.”

———

You and Eddie have been talking for the past hour. In the past hour, you have learned so much about him. He learned so much about you too.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Eddie randomly asked you after he was done talking about his son, Christopher to you. Dancing wasn’t really on your mind since you were so caught up in getting to know about Eddie, but you thought it wouldn’t hurt to dance with him.

“Of course!”

Eddie extended his hand to you to grab. You grabbed his hand, and you two made your way to the dance floor. The band was singing one of your favorite songs, which was the perfect song to dance to.

Eddie placed one of his hands on your waist and held the other. You two were just swaying around to the music. Once in a while, Eddie would spin you around in a circle.

“You have no idea how much I love this song,” you smiled.

The song that the band was singing was One Night At A Time by George Strait. And it was true, you do love the song. You even grew up listening to every song by George Strait, and it was because of your parents. Both of them enjoyed his music very much. So, that’s how you ended up loving his music too.

“Oh really?” Eddie smiled. “Because I love this song too. It reminds me of you and me, baby”

You felt butterflies in your stomach when Eddie said that to you. You have been called ‘baby’ before, but there was something about Eddie calling you that, that made you feel so happy inside.

“You’re such a flirt,” you teased.

“Oh, I know!” Eddie shrugged his shoulders playfully.

———

You and Eddie were still dancing with one another. The band was now playing more of a slow song, so you were just swaying back and forth with each other.

“Hey, I have a question?” Eddie asked out of nowhere.

“What’s your question?” you looked up at Eddie.

“Do you think there’s a chance that later on I could drive you home? If you don’t mind," he asked.

“No, I don’t mind at all.”

“Perfect.”

———

You and Eddie were the last ones out of the bar. You two got so caught up in getting to know each other and dancing together, that you two lost track of time and didn’t realize how late it was until the bartender yelled out the last call for drinks.

Eddie was driving you back home. Luckily, your house was in the same direction as his, so he didn’t have to drive in the opposite direction to drop you off.

“Thank you so much for everything. I had such a fun time with you tonight,” you smiled as Eddie pulled up in front of your house.

“I had a fun time with you too,” Eddie said. Eddie wanted to say more just than that. He wanted to say something along the lines that he hopes to see you again soon, or that you’re beautiful, or better yet, kiss you.

“Goodnight,” you said to Eddie as you got out of his truck. You closed the door behind you and walked up to the driveway of your house.

Eddie didn’t drive off yet. He was waiting for you to get into your house safely. While he was waiting for you to do, he just decided to park his truck and get out. He knew that if he didn’t say or do anything, he was going to regret it when he got back home.

“Y/N,” he spoke as he walked up your driveway to get your attention.

“Yeah?” you said when you turned around.

“There’s been something I have been wanting to do ever since I met you earlier tonight,” Eddie said when he approached you.

“What is it?”

“It’s this,” and that’s when Eddie put both hands on each cheek of yours and leaned into you and kissed you. You happily kissed him back.

You pulled apart from the kiss, “I’m so happy you did that because you have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you ever since we were back at the bar, but I was too scared to make the first move,” you smiled as you wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck.

“Well, luckily, your wish came true,” Eddie said.

“I’ll see you around, Eddie,” you said when you unwrapped your arms from his neck.

“How about the same place tomorrow?” Eddie asked you.

“Or maybe you could take me out on a date instead?” you suggested.

“I like the sound of that. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at six then?” Eddie asked.

“Six is fine with me.”

“It’s a date then.”

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Rodeo Romeo

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

I've missed this lovable cowboy, so I thought it was about time to bring him back! This fic exists within the Hey Cowboy! universe, but you don't really need to read it to follow on.

and yes I borrowed the title from a Steps song but shhhhh

Word Count:2,410

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Wiping the sweat from his sun-bronzed and freckled skin, Eddie sets his hat on the hook in the hallway as he steps into his quaint little country house, leaving his sand-dusted work boots on the porch.

Immediately he’s hit with the warm and all too inviting scent of warm spices and sweet vanilla floating out from the kitchen. No doubt that you were up to your usual tricks. As this season’s county fair drew nearer and nearer, every evening as Eddie came home, he found himself being greeted by the scent of your latest culinary creations.

Stepping into the kitchen he can’t help but smile to himself as he sees the gentle sway of your hips in time with the soft country music filtering through the radio. His tired eyes were treated to seeing you in that perfect little gingham sundress with the strings of your apron tied in a neat little bow around your waist. You looked every inch of his guiltiest fantasies come to life.

“Something in here smells good, Darlin’, what you cookin’ up this time?” he says, kissing your cheek as he comes up behind you with his arms winding around your waist. You arch your neck into his affections at the while keeping your attention focused on stirring the slowly simmering pot of fruit on the stove top.

‘Just a little pumpkin pie is all, Teddie.” you nod towards the pie that was cooling on your kitchen’s counter top. 

“Don’t mind if I do!” he giggles as he reaches forward, fork in hand, towards the pumpkin pie.

Quickly you slap his hand away before he can take a piece.

“I mind if you do, actually.” you gently admonish him. “These pies aren’t for you to be eating, they’re for my stall at the county fair.”

“C’mon, you know your pumpkin pie is my favourite” he whines childishly, pouting at you with those big brown eyes.

“Everything I make is your favourite, Edward.” you laugh with a soft shake of your head.

“You're killing me here, Sweets. There's gotta be something here that needs my fine-tuned taste-testing abilities.” 

“Actually, there is.” You say as you turn down the stove top to a gentle bubble. “Try this and tell me what you think.” 

You hand him over a little shortbread cookie in the shape of a horseshoe. 

He wastes no time in taking it off your hands and taking a bite of it.

‘Mm that's delicious, Darlin’. What is it?” He mumbles around a mouthful of the cookie.

“I wanted to try making something different. They're maple butter shortbread cookies. I was thinking about selling them at the county fair too, but I wanted to get a certain cowboys stamp of approval first.”

As he reaches out for another cookie to stuff in his face he offers you one of his trademark boyish smiles.

“Rest assured, Sweets, these little cookies more than pass the Munson taste test.” he chuckles.

“Good, I’m glad” you smile back, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss his flushed cheek. “You ready for your show? It’s gonna be here before you know it.”

“Yeah the horses seem to be following me and Bandit along well-enough, should go pretty smoothly. 

A far cry from the wild, and oftentimes dangerous competition cowboy that Eddie used to be, now he uses his well-honed skills to do display shows, showing off his ranch-hand skills, and doing the occasional lasso trick or two to impress the kids.

“Don’t you miss the competitions though?” you asked as you looked up at him. Truth be told, you don’t miss it one bit. You don’t miss the way that he used to carefully traipse through the house after a rodeo competition, with a pained grin and set of blossoming purple bruises after being thrown from the saddle. And you for sure do not miss the way you would have to help patch him back together before he went back out into that dangerously competitive world.

“Nah, I hung up my spurs a long time ago, I can’t be bronc riding at my age anymore.” he scoffs with a dismissive laugh. “I’m happy with my life exactly the way it is. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” he smiles at you once more, all charm and southern comfort as he lays one more kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you very much, you guys enjoy the rest of your day now, okay!” you cheer as you collect the cash and see off the last group of satisfied customers for the day.

Your pies were selling extremely well, with long lines of customers all day coming to your stall to try everything you had to offer. Even the maple butter shortbread cookies had flown off the table, you were definitely going to have to add them to the menu once you were back at the bakery. 

Catching a brief moment of peace, where the crowds didn’t seem to be so busy, you keep yourself occupied by re-organizing the produce on the table in front of you. As you put out the final few slices of cherry rhubarb pie, the warm evening’s sun that had previously been gloriously shining down on your stall disappears, and it isn’t until you look up that you see what was blocking the light.

“Don’t suppose a pretty lady such as yourself has got anything sweet left for a hungry cowboy like me?” Eddie grins from underneath the tilted brim of his black cowboy hat. 

“Teddie!!” you grin, leaning over the table of your stall to kiss his cheek, warmth blooming in your heart as you feel him smile under your affections.

“I might have a slice or two left, I can box it up for you and we can take it home with us for later.”

“Sounds good to me, Sweets.” he grins. “So how’s business been?”

“It went really well, I practically got cleaned up, like there’s literally only a few slices left.” you beam.

“That’s my girl! I’m so proud of you, Sweets.” 

“I think we’re about done here now, so let me pack everything up, and we can head home for the day.” 

“Here,” he says, moving around to come behind the stall. “Let me help you. Many hands make light work, isn’t that what people say?”

It’s late into the evening as you pull up to the house, Eddie’s pick-up truck rumbling to a stop outside the house. The horses are back in their stables and now it was just the pair of you sitting together watching the slowly setting sun. The sky blending into hazy oranges and soft purples as golden sun dips behind the clouds. 

You lean your head against Eddie’s shoulder, the familiar and welcoming scent of leather, pine and lingering smokey tobacco invade your senses. Other people may have wrinkled their nose in disgust, but those scents are all what you cherished near and dear because it all reminded you of your Eddie.

“How about we head inside, Sweets?” he says, his southern drawl coming out in his voice.

“Not yet. Just a few moments longer, I'm enjoying being here with you.” you say softly as you begin to make your way over to where Eddie is sitting in the driver's seat. Swinging a leg across his lap so that each of your softer thighs cradle his, the skirt of your dress inching up as you do.

The coarse denim of his jeans is a stark contrast to the soft plush skin of your thighs as you settle yourself comfortably in his lap. His roughened, work-hardened hands inch their way underneath the skirt of your dress, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing tenderly on the soft skin underneath the bunched up fabric.

“You wearin’ this pretty dress just to impress me, darlin’?” he drawls, leaning close, his lips brushing against your skin as he targets his kisses into the crook of your neck. “You always look so fuckin’ pretty, Sweets, driving me crazy all the time.”

You almost shy away into his neck to hide from his affections as a giddy flush creeps across your features

“Hey hey, let me see you Darlin’, wanna see those pretty eyes.” he says softly, tilting your chin with his fingers, his thumb ever so slightly catching on your bottom lip. “Let me make you feel good, Sweets.”

With a nod of your head and a breathy whisper of ‘yes please’ falling from your lips, Eddie’s hands begin their descent underneath the rucked up skirt of your dress. His skilled fingers pull the delicate white lace of your panties to the side, and as his warm chocolate eyes meet yours once more, he slips one of his thick fingers inside you, warming you up with his touch. Your hands fist the the soft material of his shirt, the red and black fabric held between your fingers to ground you to him as he pleasures you.

“There’s my good girl, always look so fuckin’ pretty don’t’cha, Sweets?” he praises, as he pulls little gasps from you with every precise movement of his fingers.

He’s edging you closer and closer to your high, and as his thumb catches on your clit you begin to reach newer, dizzying heights of pleasure.

“Oh, that’s the spot isn’t it, Sweets? That’s the little button that gets you creamin’ for me, ain’t it?”

You’re teetering on the very edge of pleasure, ready to give it all to him and hope that he’s there to catch you when you fall.

“There you go Sweets, just want you to feel good. Want you to come nice and hard for me, can you do that for me, Sweets?”

As he continues to run quick, tight circles around your clit, you feel yourself clenching down on his thick finger, clinging to him as you ride out your high all whilst spread so invitingly open across his denim-clad lap.

You're still shuddering with the after-shocks of your orgasm, as Eddie pulls you closer to the warmth of his chest, before laying a sweet kiss to the top of your head, a reminder that he’s here with you as long as you need him to be.

“That’s my perfect angel..” his voice softly drawls out, kissing your lips before showering you in praise. “Fuck… I could get used to a view like this…” he says as his hand travels up from its place on your waist to the gentle curve of your breast. His eager fingers toy with the thin straps of your dress, where they had slid down off your shoulders. The last glow of the day’s hazy sunlight illuminates your form from behind, casting you in golden orange warmth.

Being with Eddie brings out a confidence in you that you never really knew existed until he came around. Being with him never failed to have your heart racing, knowing that underneath it all, this rough-and-ready cowboy was your most lovable teddy bear.

Your hands reach down between your closely pressed bodies, down to where his cock is keenly pressing up underneath the constricting fabric of his dark jeans, tenting the material quite invitingly.

“Your turn now, Teddie..” you coo all so fucking innocently, giving him the biggest doe eyes you can as you grind your hips down over his bulge.

“Like I'm ever going to say no to that.” He chuckles, growling into a kiss that gets more heated as his tongue slips between your lips.

Your hands reach down between your bodies as best you can in the less-than roomy space in his truck to fumble with his jeans, your fingers working to pop the button and drag the zipper down. Eddie takes up the other half of the job by raising his hips from the seat just enough to pull his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free, flushed pink and glistening wet with pearlescent need.

Any other time you wouldn’t hesitate to swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing down as many inches of him as you could, but right now you needed him inside you, and neither of you could wait a second longer.

You rise up on your knees just enough to reach down and press the head of his cock at your entrance, sinking down slowly inch by inch until your hips are flush with his and the length of him is snuggly fit inside you.

“You’re in charge now, Cowgirl.” he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “Show me how good you can ride.”  

And with that you begin to swivel your hips a few times getting into a rhythm before your throwing your hips up and down, letting his cock drag against every delicate ridge of your wet, pulsing cunt.

His hands splay on the curve of your hips as you ride him, although the darkening glare of his chocolate never leaves your chest, the way your tits are practically spilling out of the barely-there lace bra, bouncing with every rise and fall.

“Fuck..that’s my girl..making me feel so fuckin’ good..” his voice comes out in a raspy moan; the way it always does when he’s close.

He revels in seeing you like this, perched up in his lap like taking your pleasure for yourself and taking him along for the ride.

“G-gonna come..Gonna make me come, baby..” he slurs with shaky breaths, as he slots his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss.

You keep fucking yourself down on him reaching your hand down between your closely pressed bodies to rub your clit to edge you closer to your high, but Eddie is all too quick to gently swat your hand away to do it himself. His thick fingers know exactly how to play with your body to make you sing, to have you falling apart under his touch.

A few more well-angled thrusts and eager circles around your clit was all it took before you were falling over the edge of pleasure once more, taking Eddie with you as he canted his hips up into you, spilling rope after rope of his spend inside you.

And as you sit there, tangled in each other’s presence, sharing breaths and swapping kisses, you realise that there is very little else you would rather be.

“Race you inside for round two?” Eddie grins cheekily.

Yeah, this was the cowboy you could see yourself spending the rest of your days with, of that you were certain.

@paybacksawitch @penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @usergeta @eddiesxangel @onegirlmanytales @aphrogeneias

[munsonsfairy]

cowboy cowboy 🍒🥧🤎

ib layout: @beforeimdeceased

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ sfw

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sees you pulled over to the side of the road looking into the hood of your old truck. he sees you standing in front of it with no clue of what is wrong.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who’s voice is sweet and warm like apple pie. his dimples have you giggling like a high school girl.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who refuses to take your money after fixing your truck, but does say, “i think a home cooked meal will do the trick, sweet girl.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who shows up to your door in white shirt and blue jeans that hug his legs in all the right places. he has a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in newspaper and you swear you could kiss him.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who could instantly melt seeing you in an apron with a floral dress underneath. the porch light shines the color of your eyes just right and he wishes he could stare at them forever.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who blushes when you pull him into a hug giving him a chance to smell your perfume.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sits at the table and watches you do your things in the kitchen. you’re babbling about your job at the local nursery and he can’t help but admire how animated you get while talking.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who wishes he kissed you that night after dinner, but he promises himself next time.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who talks real slow ‘cause his uncle is in the other sleeping before work.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who takes you driving through the backroads. you’re sitting shotgun with your hair undone in the front seat of his truck.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who lays with you in the back of his chevy truck to look up at the stars. when he looks up, he just stares at you with love and whispers, “the way your eyes shine puts these indiana stars to shame.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who promises to build you the life you dream of. he probably can’t buy it but he will try his hardest to give you everything you deserve.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who kisses you that night under the stars. it’s passionate and breathless. his rough hands hold you close to him as if he’s scared you’ll disappear.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who’s favorite thing to do after a long day is sit on the porch swing with you cuddled into his chest. he will sometimes smoke a cigarette or sip on some warm honey tea you made. (it’s usually the tea lol).

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who stopped his truck during a tim mcgraw song and dragged you in front of the headlights just to slow dance. your head laid on his chest and it suddenly felt like home.

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ꕥ cowboy!eddie who has you pinned down in the back of his truck. his mouth leaves sloppy kisses on your neck while he thrusts deep inside you.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who whimpers when you pull his hair while his tongue laps around your clit. his rough fingers fill up your hole having you cry tears of pleasure.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who makes you rub yourself against his bulge when you give him an attitude. he sits back smoking a cigarette while you cry and leave marks all over him — begging him to have his way with you.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who ties you up in the barn and has his way with you when he needs a break from working. the warm breeze hardens your nipples making eddie lose his mind.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who is the sweetest man ever to your parents only to have you bent over the sink while you’re washing dishes. you see his reflection in the window with his shirt unbuttoned and sweat dripping down his chest.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who wants to make you barefoot and pregnant so always finds a chance to fill you up. loves to watch his cum leak out of your abused pussy then uses two fingers to fuck it back inside. doing this only makes him hard again, “gotta make sure it stays inside sweet girl.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who watches you from across the ranch. you’re wearing your a cami with your panties — his favorite too. he has his hands on his hips with a smirk on his lips. you’re “watering the flowers,” but he knows damn well what you’re doing. “saw you lookin’ so cute from other there. think i don’t know what what you’re doing?”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who isn’t giving you enough attention so you lay in his truck with nothing on. he hears your whimpering along with your wet pussy being fucked by your dildo. he’ll stand in front of the door and lean in making his muscles more prominent only sending you over the edge. eddie eddie eddie is all he hears. he licks his lips when he sees you cum all around the toy.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sits you at the edge of the tailgate with your legs wide open for him. your fingers are buried in his head of curls. his hand reaches up for your tits when his tongue flicks your clit. when you try to hide your moans, he squeezes your cheeks open with his rough hand then slaps you. “next time it’ll be harder if you don’t let me hear those pretty noises.”

[fairyysoup]

cowboy like me

pairing(s): wild west outlaw!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: A strange man stumbles into your hiding place, unfortunately, and brings his trouble with him.

cw: mature themes, cowboy/wild west au, slow burn, guns, implied outlaw!reader, death threats, gunshot wounds, blood, dramatic introductions, animal death mention, intimidation tactics

a/n: consider this me playing with barbies in real time. i've had this intro chapter written for a long time and it felt like a shame to just keep it in the drafts, but i don't have a set schedule and i'll be writing this as i go. I don't expect this to be a masterpiece or anything, but i wanted to just to keep my creative juices flowing.

THIS ENTIRE FIC IS EXPLICIT. ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

"Thou knowest how great is man, Thou knowest his imbecility; Yet learn thou what he is; Yet learn the lofty destiny Which restless Time prepares For every living soul." -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab

The man didn’t hear you coming until the tip of your shotgun touched the back of his neck. To be fair, though, he’d made quite a bit of racket climbing through the window, and seems to be having trouble catching his breath. 

At the feeling of the cold metal against his skin through the veil of his long, dark hair, he freezes. The sound of his noisy breathing cuts out for half a second, and then resumes with a shaky exhale. His hand comes up slowly to the side, the other obscured by the cabinet he’s crouched against. 

“Put your arm down.” He halts, yanks his arm down quite suddenly. You know that it’s stupid to have him in such close range to the barrel of your gun; you simply needed him to know that you were armed and there. You back away a few steps, where he can’t snatch the gun from you. “Stand.”

“Look, lady, I’m not gonna hurt yo-”

“Stand.” He follows orders readily enough, but something in the way he sways with the movement has you worried. You refuse to lower the gun. “Who are you?”

“Nobody.”

“This isn’t the fuckin’ Odyssey. What’s your name?” There’s a stiffness in his shoulders that you don’t like.

“Eddie. Edward. ‘Cept my ma only called me that, when I was little.” He turns his head to the side, his back still towards you. He’s still holding his arms out away from his body, some approximation of the hands-up gesture he was pulling before, but the long, black coat he’s wearing covers whatever weapons he’s carrying, and so you still don’t trust him. 

“Okay, Eddie. What’re you doing here?”

“Can I turn around, or…?”

“No.”

“I was in the area,” he tells you quickly. “Needed a place to hide. Thought this place looked abandoned enough.”

“Clearly, it’s not.” You move to the side, away from the door of the cottage you stand in. “Leave.”

“I don’t know which way the door is.”

“Jesus Chri- turn around.”

Eddie slowly pivots his body, his palms stretched out and upward. You falter at the sight of the big brown eyes that peer up at you beneath the rim of his hat, and the sheepish smile on full, flushed lips. He bats his eyelashes at you, a quick one-two-three that signals innocence. “M’just doing whatever you tell me to, princess.”

“You’re lucky I don’t blast you to kingdom come,” you retort. Your heel scrapes the wooden floor as you take a step backward, leading him toward the door with the point of your gun. To your irritation, he doesn’t move, his lips drawn tight in discomfort as he turns to stay facing you. “Why do you need a place to hide?”

“I’m a hot commodity ‘round here, I guess.” The hammer of your gun clicks loudly when you cock it. Eddie’s eyes go round as saucers. “Okay! Okay, I’m a wanted man. Y’happy?”

“Get. Out.” You leer at him, trying your best to appear intimidating. You figure the only intimidating thing about you is the gun. You can’t have him here. It’s too close for comfort, too inconvenient.

“And go where? There’s nothing here for miles, except hills and woods and more hills. Maybe a cliff or two so I can fall to my death. They’ll catch me in a minute.” 

“Who’s they?”  

Your answer comes as a hard rap at the cottage door. You both jump; you turn to glance at the door, and in the second that you do, Eddie lunges forward to grab the barrel of your gun. A gasp tears from your mouth as you feel yourself wheeled around, off-kilter, your hands on the hilt of the gun suddenly pinned to your body and your back to Eddie’s chest. 

You hear his heavy breathing in your ear, the rim of his hat folding against the back of your head. He has you caged, using the gun as leverage. “You need to get rid of them.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” 

“You’re the lady of the house, right?” You don’t say anything in return. It’s an easy assumption for him to make, considering the way you’d vehemently told him to leave. Considering how unassumingly you’re dressed, in a blue day dress. How you’re the only person around, apparently, for miles. “You send ‘em away, or I’ll have to do something nasty.”

“And if I don’t?” You’re stalling. “Y’gonna kill me, too?”

Eddie pauses, and you can feel him turn his head a bit toward you, the brim of his hat dragging through your hair. His nose just nudges the shell of your ear. “Don’t make me into something I’m not, sweetheart.”

He guides you toward the door by moving forward, pressing against your back and forcing you to move your feet or topple you both, and make a good amount of noise doing it. You trip over your toes, your heart jammed up in your throat by the way his body presses up against yours. 

Within arm’s reach of the door, he lowers the shotgun away from your chest. The only thing caging you to him anymore is his hand, barely ghosting over the waistline of your dress. Still, the pit in your stomach anchors you to him. As another deafening knock sounds at the door, he leans ever closer to your ear. 

“Be a good girl and send ‘em away. Can you do that f’me?” You nod, your face and chest burning so fiercely at the cadence of his voice in your ear that it’s giving you a headache. Eddie whispers, “Good,” and pulls away from you. 

At least, you think he’s going to. But then he grabs you by the elbow, and hauls you the rest of the way toward the door before standing just beside it. He lifts the shotgun, and points it at the door. 

The man on the other side of it is tall, blond, and obviously not a sheriff. He’s still well dressed, but he lacks the distinct badge of honor that a sheriff, or even a sheriff’s deputy, would carry. Four other men tarry behind him on horseback. 

“Howdy, ma’am,” the man says, flashing you a grin that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Sorry to bother you. We’re out here lookin’ for a man- been lookin’ for some time now.”

“Well, as you can see, you haven’t found him.” You tilt your head, looking past him at his posse. “Where are you from?”

“Carmine, about four or five miles from here. Hiram Carver’s ranch. I’m Jason, his son.” He rests his hands on his hips, looking far too comfortable for his predicament; you will your eyes not to flick toward the loaded gun pointed at him through the flimsy board of the door. “See, we’re lookin’ for Eddie Munson. Y’heard that name?”

You shake your head ‘no,’ but of course you’ve heard the name. Everyone in the southwest has heard of Eddie Munson- highwayman, thief, gambler, and supposedly a murderer. According to the stories. 

The stories, as you know, are rarely true. 

Jason grunts, looking down at the toe of his boot as it twists back and forth on the wooden porch. “Eddie… he’s a dangerous man. And he hurt someone very close to me. It’s important that he sees justice for it.”

“Well, what did he do?” you prod mildly. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

Jason gives you a reserved smile, like he was hoping you would ask but isn’t really willing to share. “Oh, he just took something that wasn’t his to take. Y’know, as thieves do.” 

Jason takes a step forward, nearly crossing the threshold; you don’t move, hoping that he doesn’t try to shove his way past. You grab the back handle of the door, hoping to leverage yourself if he tries. 

“You seen anyone come through here?”

You shake your head again. “We rarely get folks coming up to these parts.”

“We?”

You don’t like the suspicion in his tone. “My husband and I.”

“Your husband home?”

“No, sir,” you reply pointedly, trying not to clench your teeth. “He’s gone to town. He won’t be back ‘til nightfall.”

Jason nods, but he doesn’t look entirely convinced. “We chased Eddie up into these hills early this morning. He’s on foot, wounded. He couldn’t have gotten far. Which way did your husband go?”

“East. Toward Benton.” Your hand tightens on the doorknob. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s head turn just slightly to look at it. “He’s armed, if you’re concerned your man might try to kill him.”

“He’s not our man,” Jason snaps, letting the fake pleasantries drop quite suddenly. “Not yet, anyway. May we come in, take a look around?”

“Is this an inquisition?”

Another smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “We’re just trying to be thorough.”

Your patience wearing thin, you take a step toward him. You feel Eddie’s warm hand gently clasp your stiff one, but you’re already saying, “I’m sure that while you’re trying to be thorough, the man you’re looking for is getting further awa-”

A deafening gunshot rings out, and you yelp, flinching backwards into the cottage on instinct. It takes you a moment to realize that the gunshot came from outside, echoing off of the hills, and not, as you had feared, from behind the door you stand beside. 

Eddie’s hand squeezes yours, though you’re not sure if it’s for reassurance or to get you back on course. Jason has already stalked off of the porch, cursing, shouting at his men to follow the sound of the gunshots. 

“Thanks for the help,” Jason calls to you as he mounts his horse, like an afterthought, and takes off without saying goodbye. You don’t mourn the loss. 

By the time you close the door again, Eddie has already slumped against the wall beside it, looking pale. 

“You’re wounded?”

“I told you to send them away.”

You take a deep breath, ignoring that he’d talked over you. “Where are you wounded?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Eddie pushes himself away from the wall, handing you the shotgun. “Your husband will be home soon, if that bullet wasn’t for him.”

“I don’t have a husband.” You take the gun from him, but give him an exasperated look. “You’re not very good at figuring out when people are lying.”

“Call me an optimist,” Eddie shrugs, his dark eyes following you as you set the shotgun aside. “I like seeing the good in people.”

“Yeah? How’s that working for you?” You shake your head, trying not to focus on the feeling of his eyes on you. “You’re also pretty stupid to have given this back to me.”

“I have others.”

You don’t like it. It’s too troublesome, too much of a mistake. He can’t afford to stay here, and you can’t afford to keep him around. Regardless, you look him up and down, then step forward and reach to undo his belt. 

“Whoa- what’re you- easy there.” Eddie’s hand weakly grabs your wrist, and he winces. “I may be a good time guy and all, but this is a little fast, even for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you tell him. “You want to stay here? I’m taking your weapons.”

He fixes you with a wide-eyed look. “I thought you didn’t want me to stay.”

You pause. “I don’t. But Jason and his men will probably be sticking around for a while, waiting to see if I was telling the truth. And you are wounded,” you say, turning your hand to grasp his wrist, but he just takes your hand in his. With a look at his face, you think it’s just an instinctual move. “And on foot, apparently.”

“They shot my horse,” he tells you quietly, his eyes cast down to the floor. “Shot me, too.”

You frown, lowering your voice to be as quiet as his. “Where?”

Finally, he gestures to his belt. You tentatively resume undoing it, and once it falls away, leaving you with two pistols and a whole lot of bullets, you pull the fabric of his coat aside. 

You hadn’t noticed it before- the black coat hid the stain fairly well, upon first glance. But, on his wrinkled linen blouse, a bright crimson stain blooms against his hip. 

Eddie grimaces, his knees starting to shake. “Can’t be that bad. Can hardly feel it.”

“You’ve gotta be the worst outlaw imaginable,” you tut, guiding him across the room, toward a dusty bed in the corner. “Can’t tell when others are lying. Can’t tell a lie, yourself.”

“I’ve done a lot of rotten things, but I’ve never been a liar,” he grunts.

“What can you do?”

“Play dice real good.” He hisses when he slumps onto the mattress, a cloud of dust springing up in the air after him. He sneezes, his hat toppling off his head and leaving a halo of dark, curly hair to hit the pillow. “You don’t actually live here, do you?”

You smile at him, trying to hold back a laugh. “No.”

“So, what are you doing here?” 

You look up at him, and find his dark eyes trained on you as your fingers begin unbuttoning his blouse. “Same as you. Hiding.”

“From what?”

“Right now? Jason Carver.”

Eddie laughs, and it’s a hollow sounding thing, rasping in his throat. He’s going to pass out. “You and me both, sweetheart.” He pauses as you pull his blouse open, untucking the tails from his trousers. “I can’t stay here. S’not fair to you.”

“Where are you gonna go, honey?” You ask him mildly, not meaning to condescend but still managing to come off that way. “You’ve got no horse.”

“Yeah.” Eddie closes his eyes, sighing one more sad, shaky breath. “I fuckin’ loved that horse.”

After that, it’s all darkness for him.

[munsonology]

cowboy!eddie sitting you nice and pretty on top of a old whiskey barrel outside the barn

cowboy!eddie tying your wrists behind your back with the twine he bought specifically for you

cowboy!eddie taking a knife out of his pocket and cutting down the front of your dress, then sniping away at your bra

cowboy!eddie playing with and slapping your tits because he knows how sensitive they are

cowboy!eddie checking in on you with a safeword check before continuing

cowboy!eddie lifting the skirt of your dress and ripping your panties off

cowboy!eddie lowering himself to your cunt and inhaling your scent before greedily eating you out like jesus at the last supper

im going to hell for that last one 😭

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Bringing up these photos again from last year’s forbidden door in Toronto. (Yes that’s me with the sign lol) During the match Hangman saw my sign and blew me a kiss. 👀 I almost threw up

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[abellmunsonmovie]

cowboy!eddie ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

(i bought some pink cowgirl boots and it triggered this)

[urhoneycombwitch]

howdy, honey!

Appalachian AU, older!cowboy!Eddie x honey!Reader

[series masterlist]

you're on the run, and a lone cowboy offers you a ride to town. lucky for you, he's real nice. (to look at, too!)

Main Series

Part I

Part II tbd!

Extras

map of Munson Farms

tattoo references: hands+arms

[fairylights-throughthemist]

So High School

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: first time writing, fluff, making out, reader sits on Eddie’s lap.

A/N: Eeek!!! My first time writing! I know it’s nowhere near perfect and I wanted it to be longer but this will have to do for now.

Inspired by “So High School” by Taylor Swift.

You and Eddie had been friends since your freshman year. Since then it has become a tradition to have a movie night on friday after school and today was no exception. Sprinting out of school when the final bell rings, jumping into Eddie’s van and blasting his newest favorite song.

Despite being best friends with the school drug dealer you’d never tried drugs of any kind. Eddie wanted to keep it that way but he also really wanted to get high together with you.

Now here you are, laying with your head in Eddie’s lap, watching him smoke. Seeing the way his soft, plump lips wrap around the blunt makes your question slip out easily.

“Can I try?”

He looks down at you with a questioning look.

“Really?”

Eagerly nodding your head he passes you the blunt and you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“You’ve watched me smoke for years and you still don’t know what to do huh?”

“Just tell me what to do Eddie!”

About half an hour later and switching positions every few minutes you finally found a comfortable one. You’ve got your feet in Eddie’s lap while he stares at you.

“Eddie.”

No response.

“Eddieeeeee.”

Still no response.

“Edssssssss” you whined while kicking your feet in his lap.

“Whaaaattttt?”

“Do you wanna play kiss, marry, kill?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, princess.”

“You go first!”

“Hmmm… Steve, Jason aaaannddd… Billy”

“Kill Jason, obviously. Kiss Billy and I guess I’ll marry Steve!”

“Interesting… Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Chrissy, Tammy anddd Mrs. Wheeler!”

“Jesus Christ how much weed did I give you.” He said under his breath, which you giggled at.

“Answer the question, Munson.”

“Fuck uhm, I guess I’ll kill Tammy, I would not survive hearing her sing for more than I’m forced to. Chrissy… Hmm marry Chrissy and kiss Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Marry Chrissy?”

“You jealous, sweetheart?” He said with his signature Munson smirk.

“What! No! What do you mean?”

A few rounds later you really felt the weed affect your thoughts. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. I mean how could you when he’s just sitting there looking perfect. His soft lips, his unruly hair, his pretty brown eyes and the way he smells. My God the way he smells. Like cigarettes, his old spice deodorant and some of Wayne’s cologne. Most of all he smells like Eddie, no other way of describing it.

The weed makes your thoughts swirl together, making the following easier to say.

“Tina, Sarah and… me.”

“You?”

You look at him with pleading eyes. He glances at your lips and asks “Are you serious?” instead of answering his question you press your lips against his.

His lips feel even softer than they look. When you finally broke the kiss you felt too shy to even look at him. You didn’t have time to let your thoughts flow freely as you felt him grab your chin and ask “Is this okay?”. The second you nodded his lips were on yours again. This time you felt him gently asking for permission to let his tongue into your mouth. His action made you gasp and the two of you naturally started making out. At some point Eddie helped you switch positions so you were straddling his lap.

Even while making out with your crush and grinding on him you couldn’t stop your bad thoughts from taking over. “What if i’m a bad kisser?”, “Does he even like me like that?”, “When did he learn how to kiss like this?”, “Oh God, was his first kiss with Chrissy?”.

Your thought process was quickly interrupted by a groan coming from the man whose lap you were on. You thought that might’ve been the hottest sound ever.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his now very noticeable, boner. His action made you whimper.

“Fuuucckkk.”

Later

Laying on the couch, on top of Eddie, you think back on the events of today and remember something to tease him about.

“You never answered my question.”

“What?”

“Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?”

He answers by kissing your lips once again, when you separate he chuckles and says “Mrs. Munson”, which you blush at and hide your face in his neck.

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading 🥹

[oneforthemunny]

Omggggg the cowboy eddie’s gorl finding the paddle blurb got me goodddd, cannot stop thinking abt him teaching his girl “the ropes” etc + would lay down my life to read that if you ever get an itch to write that miss munnyhunny

definitely the funnest part of the relationship tbh. like there's a lot of fun but that? that's the peak (sexually at least).

mainly bc he is sooooo nervous. like trying to explain- "i want to hit you but not really, like, i would never. but in a sexy way." like you have no idea that this is a pretty fairly common sexual fantasy. you play coy a little just to hear him stutter and watch him blush.

just had the filthy thought that this would morph into you convincing him to watch a porno with you.

"why don't you rent a movie that shows what you like?" you bat your eyes so sweetly he thinks he's going to pass out.

"like-like a porno?"

"yeah, sure." you shrug, trying to fight the tingle of excitement that's rushing through your veins. "just to better understand. i'm more of a visual learner anyways, baby."

ofc he rents one. is all sweaty palms and shaking legs sitting with you on the couch, your head in his lap- innocently, of course, or so he thinks. you can feel every squirm and tensing of his hips as the film goes on and the actress is bent over the desk, spanked with a paddle, her hands tied behind her back as she dances from foot to foot.

at the end, your positively throbbing, rolling over so your head brushes over his erection. "that's what you like?"

eddie can't reply, throat so tight, all he does is give a short nod.

"hmm," you hum, fingertips tracing over the rough material of his jeans, dangerously close to his zipper. "i think that will be alright." your eyes light up, grinning up at him. "let's try it."

"y-yeah?"

you nod, pushing up on the couch so your faces are inches apart. you kiss him softly, nearly teasingly, before twisting your body, sliding over his lap, resting your head on your folded arms. eddie's sure his heart has stopped beating.

"this ok?" you look up at him through batting lashes. "or do you want my hands behind my back?"

"n-no that's- this is fine." eddie nods, trying to reel himself back in, swallow down his nerves and excitement. "you just let me know if you need me to stop, ok? just say the word and i'll stop, baby."

you nod, hips squirming, grinding purposefully over his bulge. "i will." you paused, looking back over at him. "you can start."

this might be another one that has to come to life.

[eddiesxangel]

🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Hey Cowboy!

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

Summary:After a long day of working in the fields, Eddie comes home to find you sunbathing topless in the garden. (No real plot here let’s be real, it’s just a set-up for some filth.)

Warnings:18+, Smut, Small bit of fluff, Flirting, All of the petnames (Darlin’, Sweetheart, Little Missy, Princess, Pretty Girl), Making Out, Nipple Play, Thigh Riding, Teasing, I don’t think I’ve missed anything but let me know so I can tag it.

Word Count:2,084

Authour’s Note: I was inspired after seeing @oneforthemunny ‘s Summertime Writing Game prompts, and really wanted to try my hand at writing Cowboy!Eddie since I’m already obsessed with him. It’s my first time writing an AU fic for a character, so please be kind. I’ve read through this a few times so I don’t think there’s any spelling mistakes, but I could be wrong, so be kind with that as well.

Masterlist.

It had been a long, hot and busy summer day for Eddie, the sun had been beating down on his skin all day as he wrangled his cattle to a new field, as well as repairing the fence to keep his herd from straying too far. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand as he finished up for the day.

Eddie rode his horse back to the ranch, before setting Bandit back in his stables, the horse snorting with a soft snuff.

“You did a good job today” he praises, gently patting the horse between his ears. “Get some rest, buddy” he says, earning him another soft snuff from the black and white horse. 

He made his way back to his house. His home he shared with you. However, before he can even set a dusty boot over the threshold, he notices a little handwritten note stuck to the door.

"There's freshly made lemonade in the fridge, grab yourself a glass and come meet me out back, cowboy x"

Toeing off his cowboy boots and kicking them outside the door he makes his way through the house. He slips his hat off, hanging it up on the hook in the hallway, before pulling free his unruly dark curls from the bun tied at the nape of his neck. 

As he makes his way into the kitchen to grab himself a glass, he can't help the slight smile that tugs at his lips as he sees you've been busy too. Multiple pies set on the windowsill to cool. You'd been working hard on some new recipes ready to sell at the up-coming county fair and if anyone knew you, then they were probably all too aware of your famous fruit pies. They were the reason that you'd met your cowboy in the first place. You owned a little bakery just in town, and Eddie had been just another customer. 

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He strolled in with an air of confidence as he told you all about how his friend, Steve, had told him that this was the best bakery in the town. 

"Told me that your pies are the sweetest thing he's ever eaten, Darlin' and when I heard that I thought I'd better come see for myself" he smirks.

You smile at his cheekiness, and you pretend to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at being called "Darlin'". The pet name rolling off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Well what sort of pie would you like, Sir?" You ask, trying to at least remain professional in your own bakery.

"Well they all look so damn delicious" he says, eyes pouring over every pie behind the glass showcase, "How 'bout I let you decide for me? Although, I hardly doubt that someone as sweet as you could make anything taste bad." He flirts shamelessly and  winks at you with a grin.

"I think a slice of Peach and Raspberry pie will be just the thing for you, Sir." You tell him as you move to cut him a decent slice. The Peach Raspberry pie was one of your most popular flavours, so hopefully your new customer would enjoy it too. 

He pays for his slice and you hand him his plate. He takes it to one of the small tables set up in your bakery as he begins to tuck in. 

Just as you're about to ask him if he's enjoying his food, a rush of customers come in for the afternoon to take away a slice of their favourite sweet treat. You serve them as quickly as you can with a smile, but your eyes are always drawn to the mysterious, tall, dark-haired man sitting in the corner.

The rush of the afternoon dies down, and the last customer walks out, the bell above the door ringing loudly as they do, and the man who had previously been sitting at the table in  the corner of your bakery gets up from his seat and begins to stroll up to your counter once more.

“Well I gotta commend you on your choice of pie, Sweetheart, it was delicious. I was hoping you maybe had some left for me to take home?” he asks with a politeness and drawling southern charm that catches you off guard.

“Well unfortunately we’re all out of raspberry peach pie, it’s one of our best sellers” you smile proudly. “..but I do have a few slices of our apple and cinnamon pie left, and between you and me, that’s my favourite.”

“Well you’ve not steered me wrong with your choices yet, so I trust that this’ll be another excellent pie”

You cut him a generous slice and go to box it up for him to take home.

“Here you go, Sir” you say as you hand him the white to-go box tied up with a red and white gingham ribbon.

He hands you the money and thanks you kindly.

Just as he’s about to turn and make his way out the door he looks at you over his shoulder, his lips curving up into a cheeky grin

“Name’s Eddie, by the way.” he tells you with a cheeky wink before walking out.

That was over two years ago and Eddie continued to visit your shop once a week, with occasional second visits on the weekend, because as he jokingly told you “you make it very hard to stay away, Darlin’. Between your amazing pies, and your beautiful self, I don’t know what a man’s gotta do to catch a break around here.” 

It wasn’t long before all the flirting from him had turned into him asking you on a date, and you subsequently saying yes. One date turned into two, and two dates turned into you staying the night at his place, until eventually you had been living together comfortably in Eddie’s big country house ever since he asked you to move in with him.

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Eddie pours himself a glass of your homemade lemonade. The cool sweetness of this drink immediately cooling him down after working hard in the field all day.

He looks out of the kitchen window to see you in the back garden spread out comfortably on a sun-lounger. 

You’re lying on your front, hair twisted up in a bun on your head, you nose buried in between the pages of a book.

However, it was your state of dress, or rather undress, that had caught your cowboy’s eye. There you were, in the smallest pair of white bikini bottoms, and the expanse of the sun-kissed skin of your back was uncovered. You weren’t wearing the matching bikini top. You were lying in the sun completely topless.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here then, Little Missy” Eddie drawls out as he makes his way towards where you’re laying.

“Hi, baby!” you beam, turning your head to look at him. His long hair falls around his shoulders, and his skin is bronzed with a sun-warmed glow, and the freckles on his nose are even more prominent from working those long hours in the hot, southern sun.

“Seems as though the top half of your bikini has gone missing, Darlin’” he teases, the rough pads of fingers running up the spread of your back and shoulders.

“Didn’t want tan lines, Ed” you explain. “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna see me like this, we’re so far out, there’s literally nobody for miles.”

“That’s very true.” he smirks, you weren’t wrong, his house was tucked away, no neighbours of any kind to speak of for quite some distance. “That gives me an idea, Princess. Sit up for me, will you?” 

You do as he says, setting the bookmark between the pages of your book and placing it on the ground beside you. You turn around in your sun lounger, facing Eddie, your bare breasts fully on display for him to admire.

Eddie easily picks you up with his strong arms as he sits in your sun lounger, placing you in his lap. The coarse material of his denim work jeans are a rough contrast against the soft skin of your thighs.

“There we go.” He drawls, his chocolate brown eyes taking in the view in front of him. “Now that is a pretty sight, indeed” 

He makes sure to kiss you. Kissing you deeply and passionately as he tongue sweeps between your lips. The passion he ignites in you warms you from the inside. You could kiss him for the rest of your life and that would be enough for you.

His big hands creep up from where they were resting on your hips to cup your breasts. He gives the soft flesh a gentle squeeze, and his thumbs rub over your nipples, perking them up from the attention they were getting.

He watches your expression change, watching as quiet little whimpers fall from your lips and you begin to slyly rock your hips against his thighs.

“Oh, my pretty girl likes that, does she?”  he playfully teases, a smirk playing at his lips.

You continue to rock your hips against his thigh, the denim of his jeans providing a delicious feeling of friction as you grind yourself against him. 

Your own hands suddenly find themselves wandering up Eddie’s plaid shirt-covered chest, your eager fingers toying with the buttons. You undo the top four buttons of his shirt enough to see his chest, where his tattoos are on display for you to see. Your favourite tattoo of his is a small horseshoe tattoo over his heart. A tattoo he'd gotten when he realised how much you meant to him. When he'd had it done, he showed you and explained that it's because he was lucky to have met you, and he still counts his lucky stars that you're still with him each and every day. 

His mind wanders to that little velvet box he's got hidden away in his bedside drawer. He'd ask you, one day, when the time was right.

He leans his head close to your chest, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses over your collarbones, and between the valley of your breasts. He makes sure to give equal attention to each of your breasts, showering every inch of soft skin with as many kisses as he could. His tongue darts out from between his pink lips, to swirl around your nipple, before he sucks it into the warm heat of his mouth, teasing it to a hardened peak and releasing it with a wet pop, before turning his attention to the other nipple and giving the same attention.

You’re desperately rutting your hips over his thigh, chasing the high of your orgasm. The tight feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger with every shift of your body over him. You were getting close, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself to him.

“You getting close, pretty girl? You gonna come for me, ain'tcha” he teases in his southern drawl.

His big hands holding firm on each of your hips help you to rut yourself over his thigh. Your clit pulsing with every drag against his jeans.

“That’s it pretty girl, show me how good you can ride" he huffs out with a lazy smirk. "Come for me, make a mess of my jeans.”

And with a few more rolls of your hips the ever-tightening knot in the pit of your stomach snaps, and you're riding out your orgasm with a pulsing shudder and whimpering moan.

"That's a good fuckin' girl, swear you look so pretty riding my thigh like that, Darlin'" he praises as he helps you to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, your fingers reach out towards where his cock is pressing against his Wranglers, a very obvious bulge confined under the denim. You begin to unbuckle his belt with a 'clink' but his big hand reaches out to stop you before you pop his button and can unzip his fly.

'Your turn now, Ed…Wanna make you feel good too.." you tell him, your eyes already sparkling with desire. 

He picks you up with ease, throwing your body over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, giving you a quick and cheeky slap to your ass as he does.

"Let's take this inside, shall we?" He asks with a sly smile. "I'm not finished with you quite yet, Princess."

@munsonology @sunflowerdaydreamer @mcbeanzontoast @penguinsandpotterheads @harringtons-cupid