If there was one thing Eddie Munson was familiar with, it was how exhausting and discouraging it could be when people looked at you differently after you told them what you were interested in.
Which is exactly why, when you quietly asked if you could sniff him, he did his absolute best to keep his face neutral and not give away just how confused it was. It wasnāt like heād put on cologne that morning. He wasnāt trying out a new soap, either. As far as he knew, he smelled exactly like he always did.
The TV hummed softly in the background, filling the otherwise quiet trailer. The two of you were sprawled across the couch ā well., you were. Eddie was sitting like a normal person, while you had somehow managed to claim every single cushion and half of his lap in the process.
āUhā¦ā he said, sounding far less casual than he had intended. āYeah, sure. Whatever you want, baby.ā
The faint furrow between Eddieās eyebrows only deepened when you quietly climbed off the couch and knelt in front of him, your knees pressing into the cold linoleum floor. He didnāt dare comment on it, though.
Warm amber light spilled from the kitchen into the living room, catching in your already glimmering eyes when you lifted them to his. Your hands came to rest gently on his knees.
The crease between his eyebrows softened, giving way to a look that was still confused but far gentler than before. He felt your fingers twitch against him before they slowly trail higher along his thighs until they found the zipper of his jeans.
Eddieās heart rate spikes as your hands continued twitching in anticipation, pulling down his zipper and tugging his pants down. He blinks down at you, his thoughts slowly turning into mush the more you tug down his pants. He then inhales sharply when your deftly hands reach for the elastic band of his boxers, curling your fingers into the fabric and pulling it down. The warm trailer air felt cool against his exposed skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
He canāt tear his eyes away from you as your face comes level with his soft cock, completely transfixed by the sight of you burying your nose in his trimmed balls. The faint scent of sweat mingles with the musky aroma of his skin, creating a heady fragrance that fills your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, your mind turning into mush by the primal and raw essence that was so uniquely Eddie.
The crease between Eddieās eyebrows returns, and a sharp breath escapes him when you nuzzle closer, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver racing across his silky skin, tracing delicate patterns that make his balls tighten slowly. The sensation leaves his fingers curling tightly against the couch cushion beside him.
Then, with a confidence that steals the air of his lungs, you rest your cheek against the underside of his cock and draw in a slow breath. The familiar scent of him settles around you ā clean skin, traces of soap, and something unmistakably Eddie beneath it all.
Eddie wasnāt the first boyfriend youād ever had, nor the first guy youād been involved with, but he was the first one who genuinely seemed to care about his hygiene. Daily showers, the occasional spritz of cologne, and a level of self-maintenance that never went unnoticed. How could you not be obsessed with him?
His cock twitches against your face, betraying his nervous anticipation. For now, though, you ignore it, content to linger exactly where you are, committing every detail of the moment to memory.
āYou always smell so good, Eds,ā you hum against his skin, sounding soft and content. Your eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as you nuzzle closer, eyelashes fluttering when you draw in another slow breath.
Eddieās breath hitches as your lips trail feather-light kisses along his hardening length. Each touch sends tiny sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire burning low in his belly. When you reach his balls, lavishing them with tender pecks, he canāt hold back a low groan.
Your fingers dance across the silky skin of his sack, exploring and caressing. The dual sensation of your lips and hands working in tandem is maddening, driving him to the brink of desperation. His cock throbs urgently, now fully hard, aching for more direct attention. But he doesnāt dare voice the plea lodged in his throat ā not yet. He needs to see how far youāll take this teasing exploration.
Your eyes are glossy with anticipation as they trail up to his face, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features. Your lips continue to brush soft kisses against the sensitive skin of his cock, lingering just enough to make his breath hitch again. Slowly, you part your lips, wetting them with a swipe of your tongue before lowering your mouth back to his balls. Spit glistens against his skin as you pull away, your gaze never quite leaving his as you bring your lips back to him, this time giving him a delicate yet determined suck.
Heās so captivated by the sight of you ā so enraptured by his scent and his taste, your pupils are blown wide and cheeks warm with arousal against his sack. Eddieās hips twitch upwards, seeking more of that delicious friction you teased him with. His cock juts out proudly, flushed an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. Heās aching, desperate for you to just do something, but holds himself back, wanting to prolong this moment you for as long as you needed.
Eddie lets his head fall back against the couch for a brief moment before straightening up again, unable to keep his eyes off you for long. His curls shift with the sudden movement, and his chest rises and falls with a slightly uneven rhythm. Slowly, he brings a ringed hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin.
āJesus, sweetheart,ā he murmurs, his brows pulling together as he looks down at you. āYouāre killing me here.ā
āāM sorry, Eds,ā you mumble with a small, shy smile tugging at your lips before pressing another kiss to his cock.
He lets out a shaky breath when he notices the way your eyes turn glossy, almost as though you were getting drunk on his scent alone. The sight sends a warmth curling low in his chest that spreads all the way down to his feet.
Your fingers twitch against him before drifting across the base of his cock, slow and absent-minded. Then you lean in again, pressing another sloppy kiss to him, your attention fixed entirely on him.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath when he notices the glazed, almost dreamy look in your eyes, like youāre getting drunk on nothing more than him. You rest your head against his thigh and slowly open your lips to take him into your mouth, the wet heat engulfing his sensitive tip. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest at the sensation, his lips twitching and accidentally pushing more of his length past your lips.
āSorry, baby,ā he breathes out, dragging his free hand through his messy curls.
You hum as your tongue swirls around him, lapping at the milky pearl of pre-cum beading at his slit. Each lazy suck and pull sends jolts of pleasure shooting down his spine as he tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping lightly but not urging you to quicken your pace.
You shift awkwardly between his legs, almost wincing at the uncomfortable pool of arousal that started to seep into your panties. Reaching for him, you trail your free hand across the couch until your fingers find his, quietly threading them together as you take him deeper into your mouth with a deep sigh leaving your nostrils.
āYouāre taking me so well, baby. So good fāme, hm?ā
The grip on your hair tightens just slightly with your lips stretched taut around his girth, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvety confinement of your mouth. With a broken moan, he arches into you, chasing the pleasure without shoving more of his cock into your throat. The coil of tension in his lower belly winds tighter with each pass of your mouth, threatening to snap at any moment.
Eddie watches, transfixed, as you let go of his hand to trail it down your body until it disappears beneath your ā his, actually ā oversized shirt. The sight of you touching yourself, lost in the pleasure of his cock, is almost too much for him to bear. You slowly circle your clit a few times before you trail lower until your fingertips find your sloppy slit. The obscene squelch of your fingers dipping into your messy cunt fills the living room, mingling with the lewd pops and slurps and sighs of your mouth on his cock.
āAre youāā he groans and closes his eyes for a split second. āJesus, baby. Are you fucking yourself?ā
God, you looked so pretty like this ā cheeks warm, your eyes glossy as they stares up at him, your hair slightly dishevelled from the absentminded grip he still had on your hair, drool and affirmative whimpers trickling down on his sack while you desperately fingered yourself. Youāre so high on his smell and heavy cock, you grind down on your hand until your velvety walls flutter around your fingers.
Eddie lets go of your hair, petting the crown of your head as his thighs twitch under your face while he lets you work his cock in lazy yet greedy sucks and licks.
āFuck, baby. Iāmā Iām about to cum,ā he manages to groan out. āWhere do you want me, sweetheart?ā
You maintain your pace for a few sucks more before you gently pull your head back, breathless from having him down your throat while your fingers continue pumping desperately in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your glossy eyes are still glued to his when your hand wraps softly around his cock. Your fingers look so small around him while you lazily jerk him off.
Eddie doesnāt last long at the vision of you between his twitching legs, one hand tightly wrapped around him while the other still thrusted desperately into yourself, expectant eyes looking back at him and drool pooling under your cheek and onto his thigh.
āFuckfuckfuck,ā he moans out desperately, refusing to close his eyes as he watches each milky white spurt he gave you painting your face until your nose and chin is dripping with his cum.
You straighten yourself up just a little bit and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the last few ropes of cum and swallowing it down. You place soft kisses against his overstimulated and already softening cock as you let go of him.
But what really gets him is how you remove your sodden fingers out of your pussy and lick them clean, before wiping off his seed from your nose and chin, and bring your cum tainted fingers back into your cunt.
āJesus, sweetheart,ā he groans out almost painfully, his sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you fucking yourself and pushing his cum deep into your pussy. āLook at you; so beautiful and desperate. Are you gonna cum fāme, hm?ā
āFuck, Eddie. Iāmāā you cut yourself off as high-pitched whine escapes from your lips.
You donāt dare to look away from him, eyes wide and shiny with desperation, as low curses fall out of your swollen lips when the heat in your lower stomach begins to become too much. Your slick walls clench hard around your fingers, almost hard enough to halt your movements when you finally push yourself over the edge.
With one last high-pitched whimper, you fall back onto his lap, nose brushing against his cock while you try to take deep breaths. His hand finds your hair again, softly brushing strands away from your eyes.
āPretty baby likes sniffing my cock, hm?ā Eddie purrs, his chest still heaving heavily. You blink shyly and hide your face against his cock. āCāmon baby, donāt be shy now.ā
His ringed fingers trail down your face until they come to rest beneath your chin. Gently, he tilts your head back, the tip of your nose brushing against his cock as he guides your gaze upwards until your eyes meet his once more.
āYou know you couldāve asked me for this sooner, right?ā he whispers as his fingers brush down your face.
āI-I didnāt know if youād be up for it,ā you whisper back.
Eddieās dark brown eyes glimmer with affection as he looks down at you. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and impossibly fond.
āI want everything that you want,ā he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. āI love you.ā
The confession makes heat bloom across your cheeks. Unable to hold his gaze for long, you hide your face against his thigh again.
āI love you too, Eds,ā you mumble, your words muffled against him.
warnings: mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, weed, kissing, thatās all I think?
Summary- you and Eddie are in a relationship. Inspired by āCrushā by Ethel Cain.
Crush
āHe looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro redsā
Summers with Eddie Munson are interesting to say the least. From speeding on back roads to tagging along with him on his very much illegal deliveries. Thereās never a dull moment.
The afternoon sun beats down on your legs as you sit halfway in the shade on a stack of wooden pallets by the garage door. Eddie grumbles from under a beat up sedan on the lift. His uncle insisted he get a job this summer, so now you frequent the mechanic shop at the edge of town to visit him.
Sure, you get bored. Only getting up to grab a beer or coke from the cooler in the front office. Some days Eddie will give you some cash and send you down to the gas station a block away to grab a pack of cigarettes and whatever you want.
Today was one of those days. Youād already made two trips down the block and although your skin is melting along with your brain you donāt feel like making a third trip.
āYou bored, hon?ā
His voice echoes out from under the car. Your head shakes even though he canāt see it.
āNo, Iāll be alright.ā You say softly.
He gives a hum as if to say āokā and keeps working.
About thirty minutes pass and heās coming out from under the thing, standing and wiping the grease from his hands on his worn jeans.
Making his way over to you with a lazy grin he stops between your legs and fiddles with the hem of your cut off denim shorts.
āCouldnāt have washed your hands first?ā You tease.
āYou know Iām not patient, baby.ā
His lips connect to yours tenderly, slight stubble tickling your face making you giggle. He tastes like cigarettes and Bud light. Your laughs donāt stop him from pulling you closer into him by your legs.
āWhyāre you squirminā?ā His voice is low and gravelly from his smoking habits. But itās attractive nonetheless.
āBecause you need to shave again, already.ā You laugh, pulling back enough to press your nose to his.
āHmā¦weāll see.ā Before you can respond his lips are back on yours.
mutual obsession with eddie munson but it's dinner in america style where he's a rockstar and jerks off your lewd polaroids when you send him fan mail send post
a thought I had today inspired by your other anons: getting to the stage in ur relationship where u have inside jokes and quote ur favorite movies to each other with eddie like especially the insane scenarios u would get up to in his dnd games. like thatās such a level of intimacy and i think quoting things is my love language so that combined with movie nights with him is so!!! šāØš!!!
also he would try to incorporate rolling dice for literally any scenario like if ur trying to convince him to do something for u heād have u roll for persuasion
Eddie would loooove a vocal stim fr and I'd looooove setting him off!! I think his ADHD is primed for quick repeats but I also think Eddie has really long random speeches and monologues and poems memorized that he can whip out when the occasion calls for it
and YEAH he's a dice fiend. always has a couple in his pocket bumping around for when he wants to get silly and have you roll for persuasion or charisma when he feels like being a contrarian. except sometimes it backfires and you roll a two when it's actually something he wanted... in which case he gives you his weighted die (he's only got one and it's exclusively used for pranks, or getting you to intentionally roll higher) and then acts shocked and gasps when it lands on a 20 like Oh boy... i guess the dice really want us to make out with each other.... crazy..!!
Eddie with a midwestern accent that accidentally slips out sometimes, especially when heās tired or in other situations where heās not particularly paying attention to it happening
I need him to call me sweetheart and baby with that lilt to it
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