you’re a cowboy like me

Angel // she/her // 26 // 18+ minors DNI

[eddieschains]

𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ♡ 25 ♡ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 ♡ 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 ♡ 𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

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+𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝙸𝚜 18+ 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

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[r0ttn]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ choso watching you hump your pillow | mdni | 0.9k

content warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation, pillow humping, caught masturbating, friends with sexual tension

note: this is a repost from my old blog that i've rewritten and edited.

he made sure to hide beneath the sill of your window, body pressed low so the shadows swallowed him whole. you couldn’t know he was there… at least not yet. the thought sent a delicious thrill through his veins, the kind that made his pulse throb heavy. after he finished up for the evening, he made his way to your place, as he had ever since the two of you met. you were only friends… friends who hung out almost daily… who shared longing glances and stolen touches here and there. but friends nonetheless. or at least that was the story you both kept telling yourselves while the air between you thickened.

he didn’t expect for your window to be locked shut. it never was. you always made sure to leave it cracked open for him, a silent invitation that had become a little ritual. tonight the glass was sealed tight, but the curtains had been left parted just enough. choso’s breath caught as he rose carefully on the balls of his feet, eyes wandering through the dim glow of your room until they landed on your bed.

you were completely naked.

facing the foot of the bed, pillow clutched tight between your thighs, a look of pure bliss etched across your face like you’d been waiting for this moment all day. the sight hit him low in the gut, stealing the air from his lungs. your hips glided effortlessly against the pillow, slow and lazy at first, rolling in these small, sinful circles that made the soft fabric bunch and drag right where you needed it most.

he took in every detail—the way your taut nipples caught the low lamplight, pebbled and begging for a mouth. the gentle bounce of your breasts with each forward rock of your body. the way you arch your spine as your head tipped back, lips parted on a silent moan. your clit must have been brushing against the pillowcase just right because your thighs trembled every time you ground down, a slick sheen already visible on the fabric between your legs.

choso couldn’t hear the sounds you were making, but he could imagine them perfectly. those breathy little whimpers that always slipped out when you got needy enough. his cock twitched hard inside his pants at the thought, already swelling thick and heavy just from watching you.

he began to imagine what had gotten you this desperate to fuck your own pillow like it was the only thing that could give you relief. was it him? did you think of him trailing his fingers along your skin, slow and mapping every curve until you shivered? did you picture his cock nestled nice and deep within the warmth of your cunt, stretching you open, making you his over and over and over again until you couldn’t remember anything but the feel of him? the fantasy alone made his mouth water. he could almost taste the salt of your skin, feel the clutch of your walls around him.

you moved even faster then, hips snapping with more urgency, chasing that building pressure. choso’s hand drifted down without thinking, palm pressing firm against the thick outline of his cock through his sweatpants. he rubbed himself, matching the rhythm of your hips, the friction just enough to make his breath hitch. the heat of his own palm seeped through the fabric, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound swallowed by the night. he didn’t pull himself out—not yet. he just palmed and squeezed, letting the pressure build alongside yours, eyes locked on the way your breasts swayed heavier now, nipples tight and glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat.

“that’s it, baby,” he whispered, voice low and steady, words only for himself and the glass between you. “you’re doing so good. grind that little pussy just like that… fuck, look at you. cum for me, pretty girl. let me see it.”

as if you could hear every filthy word, your lips parted wider, head tilting back further, legs trembling hard underneath you. your movements turned erratic, desperate little jerks of your hips that dragged your clit over and over the soaked pillow. choso’s hand tightened on his cock, palming faster now, thumb brushing over the head through the fabric where a wet spot was already forming. he was leaking for you, aching, but he refused to look away. not when you were this close.

your orgasm hit you hard and fast. your whole body seized, thighs clamping tight around the pillow as you rode the wave, back bowing in a perfect arch that made your breasts push forward and your mouth fall open on a cry he wished he could hear. choso watched every second of it—the way your eyes squeezed shut, the uncontrollable tremors rolling through your legs. he kept palming himself through it, slow and firm, savoring the way his own arousal pulsed in time with your release.

you didn’t stop right away. slowly, greedily, you dragged your clit against the pillow again and again, drawing out the euphoric feeling that washed over you for as long as you could, little aftershocks making your hips twitch and your breath come in soft, broken gasps. the sight was almost too much—your body glistening, pussy still pressed flush to the ruined pillow, every inch of you glowing with satisfaction.

when you finally, and unfortunately, started to come down, your eyes fluttered open, hazy and heavy-lidded. they flitted lazily toward the window, still half-dazed from pleasure… and locked directly onto choso’s wide-eyed stare through the glass.

[eddieschains]

HELLO??? the thought of him whispering this to himself while he touches himself to you??? bye

… and locked directly onto choso’s wide-eyed stare through the glass.

YEAHHHH BROTHER NOW GET IN HERE AND WE CAN HAVE A ROUND 2

[eddieschains]

okay guys i finished off campus and i am now here to consume every piece of art and media about it that i can

[usedtobecooler]

garrett graham and ilya rozanov 🤝 playing for boston and having pieces of shit dads

[ceriseheaven]

hi hi hi can you do a dad!eddie blurb like maybe eddie taking over morning routine before school while mom is sick/tired? mwah 😘

yes yes yes i can do that !!!

𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, dad!eddie, their kid is a girl but i didn't give her a name, reader is sick, fluff, mentions of the zodiac killer and math (yes, math needs a warning.)

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"what was that!"

waking up startled with your heart racing and damp hair from the fever you have vague memories of having that suddenly broke in your sleep wasn't exactly your picture of an ideal morning but it's the morning you seem to be having as you begin to register your surroundings, your mind still in that hazy, post-feverish state of being where you can't tell if your head is sitting on your neck or floating in the air and if the sound you just heard was the ground splitting open or a rouge hair brush falling onto the floor.

it's most likely the latter, but hey, you never know.

you hear a high pitched giggle then a squeaky voice "sorry daddy"

daddy...? why would she be awake at this time of night? you thought, looking over to the clock on your nightstand.

7:21am.

shit.

"shit shit shit shit shit" you mumble as you hurry out of bed, the blankets getting tangled up in your legs, blankets? plural? you don't remember being covered in three blankets.. but it's not the time to think of that, you have to get her ready for school and you only have..

"nineteen minutes. fuck me fuck me" your feet feel light as they carry you to the room next door and despite the urgency, your head does too. it's just the fever.

"sorry baby mommy slept in this morning, we're gonna have to eat our breakfast in the ca.." your announcement gets cut short as you stop in your steps at the doorway of her room, staring with an open mouth and frowned brows.

the sight of your baby girl, dressed in her school outfit, her hair combed and half braided, a huge smile on her face is a shock to your system but it's not as big of a shock as much as the sight of your husband, eddie, standing behind her with a hair tie between his lips and a hairbrush in his hand is.

he shouldn't be home.

you can't recall the last time you've seen eddie in the morning. he always leaves for work at 6:30 on the dot, says he likes to be the first one at the autoshop so he'd be the first to leave and "get home early to his girls".

this morning, he's home.

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eddie couldn't sleep.

last night he had to carry you to bed from the couch and he felt your skin was warmer than usual. he contemplated waking you up to give you some medicine but ultimately decided against it. thinking you need the rest more. now he regrets his decision as he watches you whimper and shiver in your sleep.

he already layered two extra blankets on top of you but that didn't seem to get you warm enough. checking your temperature with his palm against your forehead, you're burning up. he quickly made up his mind, getting out of bed and rushing to the medicine cabinet in your kitchen, grabbing and checking the expiration date on the first cold medicine he saw. good enough, he decided, filling up a glass of water and returning to your room.

if there was one thing eddie hated doing to you, it was waking you up. but he knew he had to do it. with a gentle hand on your shoulder, he lightly shook you, "baby.. baby wake up" you hummed in your sleep, "come on doll wake up for me please."

you opened your eyes a little, confused. he smiled at you, "good girl. now come here, up a little" with his hand underneath your head, he slowly lifted it.

"what's going on.." you asked, not fully awake, "i'm so cold"

"i know baby i know" he cooed, "open your mouth sweetheart, i'm gonna make you all better." you did as he said, still half asleep as he placed two pills in your mouth then put the glass of water on your lips. "now swallow for me."

"good girl." he smiled at you as you did, kissing your warm forehead before laying your head on his chest and wrapping his arm around you. "you're gonna feel better soon i promise, you're okay."

nodding, your eyes closed by themselves, a few tears drop from the heat of your body and you were asleep again just as quickly as you woke up.

sleep couldn't find eddie as quickly as it found you.

he stayed awake, checking your temperature every ten minutes until he felt you beginning to sweat and the shivering stopped. he sighed in relief that your fever finally broke and he could finally sleep knowing you're doing better.

he checked the time, 6:21am.

there's noway he would go to the autoshop today, noway he'd leave you alone, not when you're sick and your fever could spike up again at any minute. there's also noway he would let you get up and get your daughter ready for school in the state you're in.

for a few seconds he contemplated letting her skip today but then he remembered how excited she was at dinnertime yesterday talking about the math lesson they're gonna learn at school. something about long division or short division or something like that. eddie was always more of an english and a science guy, math made his brain hurt.

he gently put your head back onto your pillow, kissing your temple one more time before getting out of bed, putting on an old faded tshirt and heading towards the kitchen.

he wasn't a good cook by anybody's definition of the word but luckily, your daughter wasn't particularly picky. she'd eat about anything as long as it had cheese in it. he made her two cheese sandwiches, one for breakfast and one for school along with a juice box and a little container filled with cut up fruit which he tried to make into hearts and stars, like the harringtons do for their kids, but he gave up after one too many ones came out looking like dismembered squares.

eddie padded his way to your daughter's room, "time for school, sweets" he says quietly as he enters her room, a smile on his lips as he sits on her bed, his hand on her head softly pushing her curls off her face, they're the same as his, pretty and untamable, a reflection of how they both are. "come on babygirl, wakey wakey"

her eyes flutter open slowly, "daddy?" rubbing them, she looks at him confused. "where's mommy? why are you here?"

"jeez.. at least pretend to be happy to see me" he jokes earning a giggle then a bone crushing hug that nearly cuts off his airflow. "not too happy now"

she chuckles as she pulls away, stretching in bed. "your mom is a little sick today so i'm taking over." he says before she asks, knowing she was gonna ask, "you hear that, young lady? i'm in charge this morning and you are gonna listen to me" he stands up, crossing his arms over his chest, acting all tough and strict.

"yeah... sure.." she says, suppressing a laugh as she gets out of bed, "maybe next time say like you believe it." she gives him a good-try-but-do-better pat on the arm.

he gasps dramatically, his hand flying to his heart as if he's been shot. "excuse me miss? you're questioning my authority?" he picks her up from behind when she tries to walk past him, lifting her high in the air, her chuckles filling the room, "fine. i'll have you believing it missy."

he puts her down, "shhh! we don't wanna wake mommy up" he says in what he believes in an authoritative tone, it comes out just silly. a little scared too at the notion of waking you.

he takes out her school outfit while she's in the bathroom, preparing her hairties and placing the plated cheese sandwich on her dresser after cracking open a window, the air is daybreak crispy, the sun sits perfectly between the clouds. the kind of weather that takes you back to 5th grade no matter how old you may be.

"you're sure you don't wanna stay home today? we could watch movies on the couch and eat cake 'til we're almost sick" he asks, meaning it. when he was a kid, whenever he'd pretend to be sick and wayne'd let him skip school, they'd sit on the couch and watch movies eddie was definitely too young to watch all morning, wayne would put his hands over eddie's eyes but he wasn't quick every time. these are some of eddie's favourite memories from his school days.

she looks at him with her eyes wide open as if he personally insulted her, "noway dad! i've been waiting for this day all year, we're gonna have 3 hours of math i can't miss it." she gets a glint in her eyes just thinking about it and for a second eddie wonders if his daughter is the zodiac killer reincarnated. nobody normal is this obsessed with math.

"jesus christ kid, where are your parents? who's raising you?" he helps her put her school uniform on while she's eating her sandwich, "instead of the school i'm gonna take you to see a shrink, we need to seek help immediately. we can still fix this, it's not too late." he jokes and she laughs inbetween bites.

"math is fun dad. i can teach you some time." she says, holding back her laugh at her dad's repulsed face.

"no thanks, 3rd grade math has put me through enough, i'd like to preserve what's left of my dignity." he fixes her shirt with a smile on his face. his daughter might be the next zodiac killer but she was his zodiac killer and he was damn proud of her and her genius. "pass me the brush psycho pants" he ruffles her messy hair.

she gives him the brush and stands straight while he parts her hair to put it in two braids, his fingers work on their own expertly. all the years he spent braiding your hair paying off. he thinks of you in the other room, sleeping underneath the pile of blankets he put over you. you might've gotten hot now, he'll check on you before taking your daughter to school, leave you a note too in case you wake up before he's back. "hold this for me" he gives her the brush back.

she hums a song while he braids her hair, the one you made up and used to sing to her when she was a baby. eddie recognises the tune but he doesn't really know the song, you refused to share it with him, said it was a secret between you and your girl. once while high he admitted it made him a little jealous but he grew to find it sweet overtime.

he ties one of her braids and holds his palm out, "brush please"

she accidentally drops the brush on his foot, making him wince and bite his lip to keep quiet, more-so to keep from cursing in front of his daughter.

she covers her mouth laughing, "sorry daddy" she picks up the brush and gives it to him innocently.

"i'm raising a killer. i'm actually raising a killer." he says deadpan, doing her other braid before you barge into the room,

"sorry baby mommy slept in this morning, we're gonna have to eat our breakfast in the ca.." they're just as surprised at the sight of you as you are of them despite the huge smile on your daughter's face. "hi.."

"i already had breakfast" she says, "daddy made me a cheese sandwich" she walks over and wraps her little arms around your torso after eddie's done with her braids, "how are you feeling mommy? he said you were a little sick"

eddie makes his way to you too, his palm on your forehead before he kisses it, "yeah how are you feeling baby?"

"i'm so much better." bending down, you give your daughter a kiss on each cheek, touching her braids with a smile on your face, "look at you my sweet, so pretty. you're gonna having so much fun today with your math class my little genius girl."

she beams at the mention of her math class, fucking beams eyes lighting up and everything, "i will!" she hugs you tighter, glancing at the time, "we should go now i don't wanna be late" she looks up at her dad with her big brown eyes, basically yearning for math.

you and eddie both hold your laughs at her borderline insane enthusiasm. "go put your shoes on, we'll be gone in a sec." he says, watching her leave the room then his hand immediately finds its way to the back of your neck, pulling your face towards him and kissing your lips tenderly. they're warm, soft, sleepy. "go back to bed baby." he mutters into your mouth, "i'll drive her to school and come back to take care of you yeah?"

you nod into the kiss, "you shouldn't have missed work.. what if they need you th.."

"doesn't matter." he interrupts you, "they can figure it out without me," pulling away a little bit, he places another kiss on your forehead. "my girls need me here."

he never fails to make you feel like a teenager in love, still in the honeymoon phase after all these years you've been together, he still gets your heart racing with his words, his touch, his actions, his love. a bottomless ocean and you keep falling deeper, happily, hazily.

"dad! let's go, math is calling!" your daughter shouts from the doorway,

"did you know our daughter is the zodiac killer?" eddie says gravely as you walk together out of the room.

"at least we won't have to teach her. imagine going through algebra again." you and eddie both pretend to shudder at the same time, both barely passed it in school. it's not your fault though! it's stupidly difficult, not to mention, completely useless. you've never been in a real life situation where you needed to use it.

"get a good rest mommy, i love you!" your daughter blows you a kiss which you pretend to catch and send her one back before she runs to the truck, entirely too excited, you can't help but smile.

"stay in bed yeah? i won't be long, i'll make us breakfast when i get back." he kisses your hair, "take care of you real good." eddie blows you a kiss too. you hear him mumble something about who they might cast as him in the future documentary on his way to the truck. he'd do anything to be played by leslie nielsen even if that might not be the vibe they're going for.

you hear the truck engine start as you head back to bed, it's too cloud-like and cozy to leave it alone. suddenly you're grateful for the two extra blankets, it feels like you're in a cocoon. so perfectly wrapped up.

you try to blink the sleep away but each time you close your eyes, they feel heavier, struggling to stay open. just five minutes, you tell yourself. you'll just keep them closed for five minutes. you won't fall asleep, doesn't matter how badly you want to. you'll wait for eddie.

he'll wake me up when he gets home, you find yourself thinking once the five minutes have passed and your eyes are still shut. yeah, he'll wake you up, if he has the heart and the balls to do it.

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[eddieschains]

oh my god this hit the spot so well. i love girl dad who loves his wife eddie munson so much. even if he does call his child a murderer. but i also wouldn’t trust anyone who loves math that much.

“now swallow for me. good girl.”

i know it’s such cute fluff but… does he wanna make another one? god DAMN

[chapbrinas]

nsfw boyfriend ashton irwin headcanons.

⋆ ashton likes a little risk. public sex. he takes you to nightclubs and bars and you guys hook up in the bathrooms without locking the doors because he's not worried about getting caught. he'd actually like it if someone saw how you looked while you were bent over the sink, blissed out, taking his cock. ⋆ he likes getting rough with you until you're screaming― sometimes at him. he thinks it's cute when you're cursing him out, yelling about how it's "too fucking much" or "too fucking deep" and how you "can't fucking take it." alternatively, he might tease you, until you're complaining about how he's "such a fucking asshole" for not giving you what you want. ⋆ you cum when he says so. if you get close before he's ready for you to finish, he'll stop. he's in charge of your orgasms. that also means he'll force them out of you before you're ready for them. ⋆ ashton's favorite position is doggy, with your face down and ass up. he likes to hold your arms behind your back and leverage them so he can pull you back onto his cock with every thrust. ⋆ he loves when you leave scratch marks down his back. he knows you didn't do it right if it doesn't burn the next day when he goes to take a shower. ⋆ he likes to fill you up... every time. there's no pulling out with ashton. he buries himself deep inside you and makes sure you take all of it. ⋆ multiple rounds. he's got stamina. he also likes to breed you. he doesn't stop until you're so full you can't take another load and it's leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs, making a mess everywhere. ⋆ he's constantly tiring you out. sometimes you wake up the next day and your whole body is sore, like the day after a harsh work out at the gym after your haven't been back in a while. he always tells you that sexual exhaustion is how he knows he fucked you good. ⋆ ashton like's to give you speech restrictions. he tells you when you can and can't talk, what you can and can't say. he watches you sit there and squirm when you need to say that he's overwhelming you or that something is too much for you to take, for you to just whine and take it because you can't say a word. ⋆ after he's done being rough with you, he likes to shower you in kisses and make you laugh. there's always the post-rough-sex sex, where he makes sure you know you're appreciated.

[disgustinggf]

[r0ttn]

may the fourth be with you ✨️

[ceriseheaven]

joseph who’s completely obsessed with you. you’re his pretty housewife and he thinks it looks so good on you. touching you every chance he gets. coming home to you cooking dinner for him in soft pjs and your hair up. doing anything and everything for him. he thinks he’s so lucky. LAWD i need him

wagging my tail with my tongue out like a dog hearing all its fav words

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐭.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!housewife!reader, fluff, very descriptive, a lot a lot a lot of touching and kissing, joe being down so bad it's insane. yearning for his wife while she's literally in his arms

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he doesn't understand how he got so blessed, doesn't know how much luck one person is allowed per lifetime, how many stars he should thank or how long his chain of chances is. all he knows is that he's here, fortuitously and miraculously and by divine intervention or dumb luck, you're here with him.

his perfect wife, his angel girl, his one and forever only, his daydreams come true, his lightening in a bottle.

the life he's living today isn't one he pictured for himself before, he never dared to. but then you came along and changed the entire scene.

now he can't imagine a life without your fingertips tracing the slope of his nose and your soft kisses scattered across his face trying to plant one on each of his freckles early in the morning. "good morning baby" your voice is his favourite sound, doesn't matter how little sleep he got, once he heard you call for him, all his senses awoke with an unshakable thrill.

"come here" he says sleepily, his voice raspy and tired as he pulls you into his embrace, his chest warm and his heart beat is a force that you forever trust to be true to you. you smell of sleep and the residue of the body mist you sprayed last night, he inhales your scent, his oxygen.

his arm is heavy on your back and his wandering fingers are tender on waist, slipping inside your top, brushing against your skin. his palm occasionally opening and holding as much of your body as he can fit in it as the clock keeps ticking within the quiet room. the only sound is the soft rustling of the curtains against the open windows and the frequent, content sighs leaving both of your lips every now and then. "you need to get up, you're gonna be late."

"it's okay. just one more minute." he whispers, turning his head to face you, a small smile on his mouth as he stares at you with sleep-misty eyes. "i just need one more minute with you yeah?" his lips crash into yours before you could answer, gentle, sleepy, languid, he wants to savour every second of your taste. "my baby.." he whimpers into the kiss before breaking it and burying his face into your neck instead, inhaling you one last time. "don't tire yourself too much today yeah? i want my baby well rested" he says making you chuckle.

"you're saying it as if i have to do some difficult manual labor." your fingers find the spot behind his earlobe between there and his nape, the one that makes him melt. and oh he melts.

he places kisses across your neck, wherever he could get his lips to land. "baking is a difficult manual labor." he says, playing with the hem of your panties, pulling it down just enough to caress the slight imprint it left in your hips with his fingertips. "i don't know how you do it."

"it's pretty easy once you got the motivation to." you tell him as he kisses up to your face, each one lingering a few seconds longer. "hmm"

"does this count as motivation?" he takes your bottom lip between his, leaving feather-like kisses on it.

"yeah" you answer him. his hands, big and delicate, travel up to your shoulders, kneading and rubbing at your muscles there, you sigh, "this helps too"

you feel yourself melting into him, slipping into sleepiness again but the thought of time keeps your mind occupied, "i'd love to have you stay here and motivate me all day but you really have got to go baby"

he groans dramatically as he sits up on his elbow, squinting down at you, "you love to torture me, don't you?"

"just a little."

he huffs then with a final kiss to your neck, he forces himself to get up and out of bed. "go back to sleep." he tells you, tucking you into your fuzzy blanket again before he turns around to get ready for the day.

"take care of yourself!" you shout at him, he responds back with a kiss blown your way.

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his day was long, annoyingly so. when he finally returned home, he sighed three times before reaching the doorstep, relief washing over him merely at the sight of the lights behind the curtains. it intensifies a hundred times over when he walks in and gets a whiff of your cooking.

the sight of you standing over the stove in your new pj's with your hair tied up messily, humming the tune to a song he can recognise but doesn't know a word of, sends a wave of warmth into his chest along with a thrill he can only describe as pivotal. he could watch you like this for days. wouldn't get bored. all he gets is ecstatic, his hands ache as he wants nothing more than to touch, to hold you.

he makes his way to you, his feet tired but light enough you don't hear them, his hands immediately find their place on your hips, squeezing you there before he wraps his arms around you, tightly and securely. his chin resting in your shoulders, nuzzling into your neck.

for a second you tense up at the initial contact but quickly relax into his touch, melting into his chest, leaning your head back onto him. "i didn't hear you come in"

he sighs dreamily into your hair, inhaling you in. "didn't wanna distract you. you look so beautiful like this"

"that or you didn't want to distract me from making us dinner?" you smile as you continue to stir the sauce. it smells more delicious by the second.

"shhh no distractions" he mutters, his hold on you tightening, you can feel every breath he takes against your back, every breath drawn in and blown out of his lungs feels like it's passing into you.

"i'm just talking"

"your voice is a distraction. for me." he kisses along your earlobe, down your jaw.

"i can whisper then." you murmur, his palm opening on your tummy, if he focuses strong enough, he can feel the butterflies fluttering there.

he sighs, "that makes it worse."

turning off the stove, you spin around in his hold to face him. he looks exhausted but pretty. he's always pretty. your hands immediately find his chest, he quietly purrs at your touch. "hi."

"hi."

his lips are warm when they meet yours, his tongue eager as it slips between your lips to play with yours. you can't help but whimper against his mouth when his hands slowly dip to your ass, squeezing and pressing you closer to his body as if being away from you has been physically tormenting him. with the way he holds you, sometimes you wonder if it has. "i missed you.. so much" he whines into your lips causing you to smile.

"i can tell" your hands move up to his tensed shoulders, massaging them, feeling him melt deeper into you the harder you squeeze. his breathing is heavy as it leaves his chest, by the time he breaks from the kiss and rests his head on your shoulder, it's lighter, easier. you always have that effect on him. "are you okay?" you ask, playing with the ends of his hair at his nape.

he nuzzles his face into your neck, burying it there, one of his favourite hiding spots. your smell is intoxicating and he would spend eternities getting enchanted by it, over and over again. each time he would fall harder than the last. "how did i get so lucky with you?" he mutters in genuine bewilderment, you're too good to be true. his mind often wanders back to the same old doubt he's had since the day he met you, are you real? and if you are, how?

"i guess the universe wanted to torture you with the constant thought of oh my god this girl is so out of my league! one day she's gonna wake up and leave me! is today the day? am i gonna get served the divorce papers this afternoon? who will she marry next? i bet it's the sexy sexy casher register at the shop nearby" you joke, teasing him, trying to lighten his jaded mood and it works like a charm.

you feel the laugh rattling in his chest before you hear it, that loud cackle it's almost comical, never fails to put a smile on your face. "is that why you made us go to his birthday party last weekend? you two were plotting behind my back while i obliviously ate the cake for his 70th birthday?"

"exactly"

he sighs melodramatically as if he's accepting his defeat. "at least the cake was delicious"

giggling, you shove him a little bit, he tries to cling onto you tighter, "go change, dinner's almost ready" eventually he lets go after you had to physically push at his chest and pull his hands off your body.

he acts wounded as he makes his way out of the kitchen, walking backwards so he can stare at you just a little bit longer, always wants to get as much of you in his system as he can. "hey" you call out, making him grip the nearest wall to halt his movement, "i love you."

he doesn't understand it. the life he's living. he wakes to up, sleeps to it but he'll never be able to wrap his head around it. how lucky he got. every night he wonders if the next morning, he'll wake up to it all being a wistful dream. one he'll never experience again, no matter how much he meditates or prays or manifests. the thought of his luck one day running out fills him with a horror he's too scared to even acknowledge, so for now he chooses to live in the bliss of the moment. the bliss of being in the same plane of existence as you. "i love you more."

for now, he'll continue to thank his stars.

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[eddieschains]

BRING BACK YEARNING PATHETIC (affectionate) MEN

i love domestic, lovey, clingy, romantic joe. no one gets him like i get him.

the butterflies in my tummy are going CRAZY rn

[oknotgood]

this fandom got me like *drunk girl in a bathroom voice* i love you guys so much

[ceriseheaven]

me when the duffer brothers won't bring me back for s5 and i don't get to stare at joe keery shirtless anymore

[eddieschains]

i wanna get back into writing so bad but i don’t remember the plot of my wips and i also feel like im a lil rusty 🧍🏽‍♀️

but i wanna try to get some blurbs/short lil headcannons going so please send some requests !!

i write for eddie munson and joseph quinn. could also dabble in some emperor geta and wally clark for my school spirits girlies 🤭

and as always i’m taking moodboard requests for generally anyone and anything!!

[eddieschains]

Winter Activities with Eddie

[cinemamunson]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐞.𝐦

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary you are Eddie’s biggest distraction.

Warnings nothing much! fluff with suggestive content.

Eddie has this ‘problem’ (you do not see it as a problem) where he can’t focus if you’re in the room. No seriously. He just can’t do it.

One day, when Eddie was working on a new song, you waltzed into his room and threw yourself onto his bed. Skirt all hiked up around your thighs and hair over the pillow. Your chest heaves with an exhausted sigh and suddenly you realise a pair of eyes have not left you since you entered the room. His guitar and notebook sit in front of him completely abandoned.

“Ed’s… you good over there?” Because seriously he looks like he’s in a trance. “Eddie!” You say with a slight laugh as you sit upright. “Shit sorry sweetheart”. His voice is distant but you’re just glad you got something out of him. You move to the edge of the bed, fingering through the pile of college notes you’d left there the other night. Eddie had arranged them by subject. That’s cute, you noted. You flashed your eyes back to Eddie and noticed he still hadn’t moved — “If you don’t come back to planet earth I will call Wayne in here and we both know he will kill us if we distract him whilst his shows on.”

“Sorry, you’re just — do you know how pretty you are?” Eddie remarks with a quick movement to get closer to you. His guitar completely discarded now (gently of course, that guitar comes second to Wayne and you in order of importance). You blush as Eddie clambers onto the bed, kneeling down and eyeing the door behind you.

“Maybe you should remind me?” You ask him with the sweetest voice he’s sworn he’s ever heard, looking at him with eyes that carry a million stories he’ll never tire of hearing. He’s sure if angels are real you must have been misplaced here in Hawkins.

“Oh— I should remind you? Well if that’s what my girl needs…” Eddie pushes you back so gently a feather could have knocked you harder. Leaning you back onto the bed with one hand under your head; shifting to move one leg in between yours. Hair falling around you both causing the whole world to fall away.

“Eddie, Wayne is right out there!” You whisper, but even your best efforts can’t hide the smile in your voice or act like your hands aren’t already finding their way under his shirt.

“Hey you said it yourself. He’s watching his show, that means I have at least—“ he pauses to check his watch, although he’s not wearing one. But Eddie will never tire of the theatrics. “As long as it takes for me to make you forget your own name” your face flushes and your thighs press together at the way his voice changes the second he has you underneath him.

“What’s my record? 7 minutes right? Something like that.. yeah” he’s talking mostly to himself at this point, a good thing really considering your brains already half-off as you focus on the weight of him above you. “I reckon I can do it in five”.

And of course, you’re sure he can too.

[eddieschains]

when i say i physically giggled and kicked my feet in bed 🤭

i accept that 5 minute challenge btw edward

[eddieschains]

Winter Activities with Eddie

[cinemamunson]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 - 𝐞.𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

eddie munson x fem!reader

wc 1.3k

summary the time you and eddie realised you needed to get your own place, for wayne’s sanity if nothing else.

warnings smut (18+), making out, fingering f!receiving, dirty talk, both people being absolutely down bad for each other, wayne walks in on… well that. And eddie being his ideal self <3 if i’ve missed anything please let me know!

Thinking about the day you and Eddie realised that you needed to get your own place. For Wayne’s sake, if nothing else.

It was the middle of winter, cold days with even colder nights and there was just something about the low noise of the tv — some show playing in the background neither of you cared too much for — the yellow glow of the space heater and the quiet hum of the fridge that echoed throughout the trailer on those slow nights. That made you… well… really desperate. The coziness sinking into your bones and making it so all you wanted to do was be tangled up with Eddie, whilst he whispered things to you that were so dirty you’d have the air taken straight from your lungs.

Eddie knew it. Sensed it the minute you couldn’t sit still any more, moving every two minutes and playing with the rings on his hands. Sliding them off and back onto his fingers, that gave away what you were trying to hide.

Eddie didn’t do subtle, didn’t appreciate it. He believed honesty was a dying art and God forbid if he would ever let his girlfriend get away with not telling him that she was ready to jump his bones if he didn’t do it first.

I mean what kind of a man would he be if he didn’t stand by ready to help out a girl who was distressed. Sexually distressed — or plain desperate as he called it — but still! A damsel in distress no less,

No, subtlety just didn’t fly in the Munson home.

Which is how, no more than fifteen minutes later, you were lying on your back on the couch. Blankets and cushions piled underneath you, the space heater suddenly feeling far too hot. With Eddie above you, one hand holding him up and the other resting gently on your neck as he kissed you with such desperation you thought you might need to hold an emergency intervention to remind him he needed… oh you don’t know.. air to breathe?

But that would mean stopping kissing him, and when his tongue ran across your bottom lip suddenly you truly could not remember why anyone thought air was so important anyway.

“Christ sweetheart, you’re needy tonight, huh?” Eddie pulled away from you no more than a centimetre, believing anymore would be entirely sinful right now. His hand that had been resting on your neck had moved down to your stomach, resting just above where you needed him most — your hips gently jutting up as you realised where his hand was, desperately trying to get him to just touch you already.

“Eddie, please — don’t make me beg” your voice blended with the other sounds of the room, sitting comfortably between the low rumblings of the tv and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Eddie always thought that you were made for him. All of him. You even suited his home.

“I would never” Eddie answered, his signature smirk spreading across his face. He always made you beg, it was practically custom now. You couldn’t blame him he argued. If you could hear how you sounded when you needed him to touch you? All breathy voice, whine and moans gracing his ears like the perfect song? Of course he made you beg.

But tonight something must have snapped in Eddie because he immediately moved to pull off your bottoms. Your pyjama pants going flying across the room to God knows where (you’d worry about that later) and your underwear slipping off in succession. Eddie placed those in his back jean pocket. Because of course he did.

“What my girl wants my girl gets, right?” Eddie was either talking to you or himself but either way when he leant back down and attached his lips to your neck, sucking at your pulse point and moving his hand down to touch you right there, you didn’t care who he was talking to anymore.

“Jesus Eddie” Your hand flew up to rest in his hair, pulling at it whist you also attempted to keep him against your neck, leaving a myriad of marks you would have to attempt to cover up tomorrow.

Eddie’s fingers found exactly where you needed him, slipping inside you as your back arched off the sofa and the filthiest whine he had ever managed to pull from you filled the room.

“That’s my girl, fuck keep making those pretty noises f’me” Eddie moved to kiss you again, leaving no time for you to respond as his tongue met yours. You moaned as he worked to bring you closer to the edge, his fingers playing you like his guitar as he rolled his own hips down against the sofa, feeling just as worked up as you were.

But Eddie had a rule. You should always come at least once before he did. You never complained.

Eddie and you moved against each other like a symphony that had been played for a thousand years. His fingers knew exactly how to move to get you right to the edge. He kissed you breathless and you responded with a tightening grip on him and breathless moans that one day he was sure he’d have to add to a corroded coffin song. They were just too pretty.

It was at this exact minute — both of you a mess of heavy breaths and gridding against each other — that the trailer door swung open.

“Hey kids, the roads are getting blocked, snows been coming down heavy for the past few hours so the plant sent us all—“

Oh.

Oh god no.

Wayne stopped abruptly as he set on his eyes on his nephew doing things to you he was sure he could ever recover from.

You froze and turned your head to hide in the sofa cushions. Luckily for you, Eddie moved fast, grabbing the first blanket he could get his hands on to cover you up before Wayne could be entirely traumatised.

“Wayne — shit, fuck, Jesus — okay, um wow sorry?” Eddie sounded as flustered as the first time he had asked you out on a date in senior year (his first time round) and despite the embarrassment flooding your body you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sound of him.

“Jesus Christ.” Was all Wayne could bring himself to say. Hands rubbing across his face as he looked anywhere else but at the two of you.

“I — we — thought you weren’t home till… morning” Eddie sat up and attempted to pull you up with him.

No. You loved him but the man was on his own right now.

“Bad weather, sent us home. Here I am” Wayne was speaking as if the shock of what he had seen had reset his vocabulary.

“Yup, got it. Good, well okay then!” Eddie jumped up and this time he got a firm enough grip on you to pull you up with him, your entire being focused on keeping that goddamn blanket wrapped around you.

Eddie took your free hand and pulled you behind him towards his room, moving so fast he tripped over a cushion and the coffee table along the way, whisperings “oh Jesus” and “who the hell needs this much furniture” to himself as he went.

“Eddie…” Wayne’s voice cut through Eddie’s desperate ramblings and Eddie flung himself around to face his uncle.

“Yes! What can I — do you need something?”

After this you reminded yourself to try and teach Eddie the art of shutting up in situations like this.

“You have… underwear hanging out your pocket”

“… yep.” Was all Eddie could muster, and for that you were grateful. You had never wished for a situation to be over quicker than this one. You really hoped this hadn’t taken you off Wayne’s Christmas gift list. You looked forward to that new mug every year.

As you and Eddie made a final dash to his bedroom all you could hear as the door closed and you could finally breathe a sigh of relief was Wayne calling out “use protection for the love of all that is holy!”

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this was written in about twenty minutes in the notes app of my phone with a blinding headache so if i’ve missed anything or made any silly mistakes i’m very sorry!

[eddieschains]

blue balled by wayne 😔

but oh how i love eddie “give my girl whatever she wants” munson

[cinemamunson]

Thinking about Eddie and how he would get distracted during sex by telling you about his new D&D campaign. But you cannot hear a word he’s saying because he also hasn’t stopped fucking you the whole time. He’d be like “baby come on now pay attention, this bits important” as he’s fucking you so deep that you’re not even sure of your own name.

And he knows it. He knows there’s no way you can focus on him right now and thats exactly how he knows he’s doing his job correctly 🤭