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 wasnât like heâd put on cologne that morning. He wasnât 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 â 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.
âUhâŠâ he said, sounding far less casual than he had intended. âYeah, sure. Whatever you want, baby.â
The faint furrow between Eddieâs 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 didnât 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.
Eddieâs 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 canât 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 Eddieâs 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 â clean skin, traces of soap, and something unmistakably Eddie beneath it all.
Eddie wasnât the first boyfriend youâd ever had, nor the first guy youâd 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.
âYou always smell so good, Eds,â 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.
Eddieâs 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 canât 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 doesnât dare voice the plea lodged in his throat â not yet. He needs to see how far youâll 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.
Heâs so captivated by the sight of you â so enraptured by his scent and his taste, your pupils are blown wide and cheeks warm with arousal against his sack. Eddieâs 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. Heâs 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.
âJesus, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his brows pulling together as he looks down at you. âYouâre killing me here.â
ââM sorry, Eds,â 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 youâre 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.
âSorry, baby,â 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.
âYouâre taking me so well, baby. So good fâme, hm?â
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 â his, actually â 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.
âAre youââ he groans and closes his eyes for a split second. âJesus, baby. Are you fucking yourself?â
God, you looked so pretty like this â 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. Youâre 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.
âFuck, baby. Iâmâ Iâm about to cum,â he manages to groan out. âWhere do you want me, sweetheart?â
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 doesnât 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.
âFuckfuckfuck,â 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.
âJesus, sweetheart,â he groans out almost painfully, his sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you fucking yourself and pushing his cum deep into your pussy. âLook at you; so beautiful and desperate. Are you gonna cum fâme, hm?â
âFuck, Eddie. Iâmââ you cut yourself off as high-pitched whine escapes from your lips.
You donât 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.
âPretty baby likes sniffing my cock, hm?â Eddie purrs, his chest still heaving heavily. You blink shyly and hide your face against his cock. âCâmon baby, donât be shy now.â
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.
âYou know you couldâve asked me for this sooner, right?â he whispers as his fingers brush down your face.
âI-I didnât know if youâd be up for it,â you whisper back.
Eddieâs 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.
âI want everything that you want,â he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. âI love you.â
The confession makes heat bloom across your cheeks. Unable to hold his gaze for long, you hide your face against his thigh again.
âI love you too, Eds,â you mumble, your words muffled against him.
warnings: mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, weed, kissing, thatâs all I think?
Summary- you and Eddie are in a relationship. Inspired by âCrushâ by Ethel Cain.
Crush
âHe looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro redsâ
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. Thereâs 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. Youâd already made two trips down the block and although your skin is melting along with your brain you donât feel like making a third trip.
âYou bored, hon?â
His voice echoes out from under the car. Your head shakes even though he canât see it.
âNo, Iâll be alright.â You say softly.
He gives a hum as if to say âokâ and keeps working.
About thirty minutes pass and heâs 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.
âCouldnât have washed your hands first?â You tease.
âYou know Iâm not patient, baby.â
His lips connect to yours tenderly, slight stubble tickling your face making you giggle. He tastes like cigarettes and Bud light. Your laughs donât stop him from pulling you closer into him by your legs.
âWhyâre you squirminâ?â His voice is low and gravelly from his smoking habits. But itâs attractive nonetheless.
âBecause you need to shave again, already.â You laugh, pulling back enough to press your nose to his.
âHmâŠweâll see.â 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 thatâs such a level of intimacy and i think quoting things is my love language so that combined with movie nights with him is so!!! đâšđ!!!
also he would try to incorporate rolling dice for literally any scenario like if ur trying to convince him to do something for u heâd 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 heâs tired or in other situations where heâs not particularly paying attention to it happening
I need him to call me sweetheart and baby with that lilt to it
Eddie Munson who can always tell when something is wrong. Always. And he always knows what you need. Eddie who always notices when youâre becoming anxious and will place his hand into yours without you even needing to ask for it. Eddie who will slip his rings onto your fingers when he sees you zoning out whilst youâre with your friends. Eddie who always knows just when to pull you outside when you look overwhelmed at a party. Eddie who never makes you talk if you feel like you canât â heâll sit in silence with you for hours if thatâs what you need. Eddie who will wrap his arms around you and the whole world disappears in an instant. Eddie who knows when you just need to be around him and when you need him. Eddie who can kiss you so gently, so intently and so deeply you feel like heâs breathing all of the life back into you. Eddie who leaves love bites across your neck as he feels your pulse race but because of him this time â not because the world feels like itâs too much. Eddie who will lay you down and treat your body like itâs a renowned work of art that only heâs allowed to touch like this. Eddie who can make all of the darkness fall away with just the touch of his fingers and the weight of him above you as he talks you through orgasm after orgasm, the touch of his cold rings against your flushed skin a silent conversation between you. Itâs Eddie calling you his good girl as he tells you heâs got you. Eddie who makes you feel like youâll finally be okay â even after you were sure nothing and no one could ever do that. But Eddie Munson always knows exactly what you need, and he would move heaven and earth to give it to you. He would face off with the devil himself if thatâs what you asked of him. But you donât need that, you just need him.
mdni!! 18+. smut. smut with no plot at all actually. modern au.
title based on if youâre too shy (let me know) - the 1975
a/n: heyyy iâm back with some degenerate smut!! itâs my first time ever doing a fic like this so if it isnât formatted well/is confusing pleaseeee let me know!! r has a faceless nsfw account on twitter, eddie is a content creator/camboy with a large following. theyâre both absolute down bad losers for one another! if itâs not your thing pls feel free to scroll
this @gutsnhugs kurt fic literally blew my mind and kinda forced me into finally writing some camboy!eddie so everyone say thank you!!
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you're horny.
horny and alone.
which wasn't a rarity, it was just that today was particularly awful and nothing on this wretched site is seeming to satiate the ache between your legs.
eddie always seemed to be able to, watching the one video of him being ridden like an absolute stallion over and over until you'd cum enough times to fall asleep.
but you need him, need him here.
the ache keeps coming back, each time worse than before. a deep, aching hunger for this strangers cock. it was debauchery, genuine filthy need to be used by this man that the autoscroll videos of puppies playing with ducklings couldn't even cleanse.
you click the small envelope on his profile on a whim, it's not like he'd ever see your message, god knows how many desperate women and men alike sent him utter vulgarity day in day out. this was more for your own appeasement. to know that you tried, even if you weren't successful.
you've posted a few videos here and there, garnering a couple hundred likes on a few. mostly just of your hand between your legs, shuddered gasps soundtracking the tapes. but you were nowhere near on eddie's level.
he had thousands of followers, all salivating at the mouth, clambering for the next video, the next stream of him mindlessly playing with his cock- hell, they'd cream themselves for just a tweet back saying hi.
đbaby
i need to fuck u so bad lol.
he wouldn't even see it.
you'd be cursed to a life of anonymous thirsting forever. unless of course you accidentally stumbled upon him in the street, accidentally bumping his shoulder which forces you to apologise, therein which he falls deeply, madly in love, fucking your brains out each and every day until the end of your lives.
but as delusional as you may be, you know that the likelihood of that ever happening is zero to none. so, instead of pining over some dude you'll never meet, you lock your phone and attempt to fall asleep. dreaming sweet musings of curly-headed men who live to make you cum.
-
the shrill ringing of your alarm is abrupt, forcefully prying you from your dreamland and back into the dull dregs of corporate life.
you don't even look at your phone until the coffee is in your mug, leaning over the kitchen island to find what was perhaps the worst notification you could've ever received.
edwardđ€
is that u on ur page?
if it is....... i'm down
very down
oh my god.
your heart thuds, feeling the mismatched beats in your throat.
firstly on account for him even seeing your disgraceful thirsting, but secondly for the fact that he's very down.
very down?
mortification rushes through your veins, heat creeping through your body in complete disgust. and arousal. definitely arousal.
đbaby
oh hey....
didn't think you'd actually see that i'm so sorryđ«Ł
ya they're me but i don't post my face #corporategirl
jesus christ.
you were beyond redemption, so disgustingly down bad for this man that he had you quivering over your burnt black coffee at six thirty in the fucking morning.
that far-fetched, ludicrous fantasy of yours seemed so terrifyingly feasible now that you want to cull it from your mind. rid yourself of any and all fantasies about him, just in case you were to meet and he could somehow read your tainted mind.
work today would only be made a hundred times harder knowing that you'd be waiting for a message back. for some inkling of hope to keep this facade up. he'd probably do it too- play along with your sick games in a bid to get you to pay for his top-tier onlyfans or some shit.
-
it's almost lunch before you're completely calmed down, absentmindedly checking your phone when you see that stupid little black heart again.
edward_munz followed you back!
edwardđ€
i see everything lol
do you really need to or do you have post nut clarity and regret ever sending that message
bc i don't
if you were wondering
you hate the fact that he has your ears burning from four silly little messages, only despising yourself more for immediately replying.
đbaby
that's so scary
no post nut clarity here
you spare a quick glance around the, mostly silent office, making sure nobody was creeping over your shoulder, checking in on their pervert coworker.
đbaby
you just nutted?
without showing me?đ„ș
you're disgusting.
immediately regretful for your no-better-than-a-dude's words.
đbaby
omg i'm sorry ew
he doesn't reply, or even see the messages. forcing your heart into arrest, your pussy already throbbing at the most surface level flirting the twitter dm's had ever seen.
the knot in your stomach grows with every passing minute, was it over now? before it had even started? you should've kept your mouth shut, participated in the parasocial teasing and then gone home to up your sub amount like a good little follower instead.
ping
edwardđ€ sent an image
you tentatively click the notification, it'd be a sub-list. one telling you to send him an extra ten dollars for the dm's package.
oh no.
your head snaps up, glancing at your unassuming colleagues again. double, triple insurance that none of them could see your phone screen.
it's a picture of his lower stomach, covered in a thick white tinted substance, the curly hairs on his groin all slicked with the stuff and the pretty pink tip of his glistening cock in the background.
edwardđ€
is that anything?
proof enough for u?
đbaby
wow
fuck i'm at work rn
NEED to fuck you for sure
or need you to fuck me maybe
edwardđ€
if ur serious, i'm always down
ur fucking hot
you're fucking hot?
coming from the very man that had you pleading for mercy from your own bastard hand. you're honoured, completely, unabashedly honoured.
đbaby
i'm so serious
are u??
don't make me get my hopes up for nothing
edwardđ€
ofc i am
do u even live anywhere near indiana?
indiana? the love of your life has been in indiana this entire time?
đbaby
i live in indiana! lol
i live just outside the city
what about you?
edwardđ€
hawkins
lol
that's like
a 40 minute drive from me
u might be worth it tho
đbaby
might be?
edwardđ€
ok
WILL be
better?
đbaby
much better
r u 100% serious
i've never done this before i don't know if you're just trying to be nice
edwardđ€
100% serious.
if ur scared we can always ft before?
you grin at your phone, a loser of the highest order. it was the bare minimum chivalry that one would expect but it had you biting your lip anyway.
edwardđ€
but i wanna see you
i mean it
đbaby
okay
i want to see u too
u don't even know what i look like lol
edwardđ€
true
show me
if we're gonna make sweet love or wtv i should know
đbaby
lolllll
you scroll through your camera roll, swiping past the numerous images of your food and the sunset in an attempt to find a half-decent picture of yourself. there's one taken from your laptop, lead on your stomach with your feet dangling helplessly in the back with your finger positioned right between your teeth.
edwardđ€ reacted â€ïž to your message
fuuuucckkkk
and you want to fuck me?
why??
đbaby
oh my god
don't do that
you know ur hot
edwardđ€
i'm so fucking hard again lol
wyd saturday?
it's taking everything within you not to scuttle off to the bathroom to ease the pulsing of your cunt. he was ridiculously smooth. charming his way right into your sodden panties, not that that wasn't an easy feat for someone who looked like him.
đbaby
nothing
or...
i can be doing something if u want
edwardđ€
now you are
i'm coming over
need to feel u
so so bad
thereâs a knock at your cubicle wall, startling you out of your skin. kristy swings round, none the wiser to your deplorable antics, "we're gonna grab some lunch, you coming?" so completely oblivious to how much her choice of words rang true.
you shield your phone with your entire body, protecting her from the filth that lay upon it, you're not entirely sure who would end up more traumatised. "oh.. uhm yeah, let me just finish up and i'll meet you downstairs," nodding sweetly, a complete facade to cover up who you really were.
đbaby
iâm so so sorry
i have to go
work thing
iâll make it up to you later
edwardđ€
oh fuck you
thatâs so mean
iâll remember that
iâm gonna stream later
you better be there
his invitation makes you smile to yourself, haphazardly tossing your belongings into your bag, hoping your beaming grin and warm skin wouldn't arouse suspicion with your coworkers. you've no idea how you'll make it through lunch, let alone the rest of your workday all the while knowing eddie was barely an hour away, stroking his cock to the thought of you.
đbaby
wouldnât miss it
-
you donât waste a millisecond between getting through your front door and thinking about how youâll make it up to eddie.
shuffling through your usual routine of stripping off your rigid work clothes, reheating whatever bland variation of leftovers left in the fridge and planting yourself on the couch to watch hours of trashy tv. only today, you move upstairs, to your bedroomâ to privacy.
you had an array of previously filmed videos, mostly awfully-lit, barely legible thirty second clips of you cumming, made for the sole purpose of garnering likes from thirsty old men online. they wouldn't do, weren't up to the standard that he deserved for your cruel blue-balling.
it comes to you as you finish the borderline inedible spaghetti, sat cross-legged on your bed. you'd make it up to him a thousand times over, and no doubt rile him up a thousand more.
đbaby
when r u going live
need to see u
edwardđ€
look at you begging for me now
you still owe me
but give me ten and i'll be live
perfect.
enough time to set yourself up, laptop poised and ready to go, pussy purring for a glimpse of his ringed fingers pumping his shaft. knowing now, that he was just as eager to fuck you, as you were him- you wanted to make this something, worthwhile even. purposefully changing into an especially racy pair of black panties, not that he'd see much, that wasn't the point.
your phone buzzes, snapping you out of the enchanting visions of him fucking you into the mattress. a link, to his stream sits waiting, taunting. making the distracted fluttering of your cunt oh so much worse.
edwardđ€
just for you
you tilt the laptop screen, just enough to be captured by your phone, joining the stream to a dimly-lit image of him sat resting on his elbow. one hand wrapped around his phone, the other moving slowly over his hip.
his eyes flit between whatever was on his screen to the chat, thousands of faceless people begging to see more. eddie could go live anytime and be certain that at least a thousand porn-brained sickos would be tuning in to watch.
"how's your day been?" he asks, voice seeping through your dark bedroom, "y'think about me at all?" chuckling low, still engrossed by whatever it was he was watching.
god, you hope it's you.
the chat lights up with a hundred messages. âall day everyday!' and 'i never stop thinking about you' fill the screen. he had them wrapped around his little finger, lapping up the petty scraps he threw them.
and don't get it wrong, you were absolutely one of them. look at the state he'd gotten you in without ever touching you.
your hand sinks down between your thighs, phone positioned carefully on your chest as you hit record. he hadn't even started touching himself yet and you were soaked. the commanding boom of his voice, the lazy eye contact with the camera and the sheer exhilaration of knowing you'd see exactly what you do to him on camera.
your fingers dip into the soft lace, circling your clit a few measly times before sliding between your wet folds and into your quivering hole, "oh fuuck," gasping right into the microphone, words intertwined with shaky moans.
eddie looks at the camera, as if he's looking through the plastic right at you, "a little excited today, aren't you?" fucker, it's like he knows. "'m gonna start in a sec.." gripping his dick through the material, ensuring the vulgar outline of his erection can be appropriately seen by all.
"shit.." murmuring without meaning to, so entirely wrecked by just a few words.
he tugs on his sweatpants, tongue peeking out of his shiny lips as his cock jumps up, hitting against his stomach, already glossy with pre-cum. "that what you wanted, hm?" wrapping his hand around the base as his phone falls onto the mattress, images of you already burned into his mind, you hope.
your fingers glide back to your clit, tracing around the thrumming nub, right in time with his fist moving up and down. you share the same tempo, despite the distance. that must mean something, maybe.
âoh eddie,â you whine, the video now a shaky haze, attributed to your imminent orgasm, âtouch me.. fuck please touch me,â mewling into your phone, only exaggerating a little, mostly for his benefit.
it doesnât take long for you to make yourself cum, fucking your fingers desperately, a pool of your spend coating the digits when your stomach flips. projecting a chorus line of expletives, littered with echoes of his name.
he grunts, just as you begin to trembleâ connected by a higher being youâre sure. his thumb teasing his tip, drawing this out for as long as it took, milking the drooling sycophants for every last dollar they were willing to tip.
âplease please please,â you pant, seeking his permission to let yourself topple over, âthank you.. thank- shit,â crashing into your climax, crying out with little care as to who could hear.
your phone slides from your heaving chest, almost immediately ready to go again when your eyes focus and connect with his.
it takes a minute, but you gain enough semblance of control eventually, tapping hurriedly to get the video sent and into his hands.
his phone brightens up the inked skin of his rib cage and for a moment you think he might just ignore it until he pauses, recognises your name and lets curiosity take over. the camera jolts, his laptop shoved slightly lower, so as to not expose whatever might be waiting behind the notification.
âoh shit,â eddie mutters, glancing at the chat only to instantly flick back to your little pornography attempt. âjesus christ,â swiftly lowering the volume of his phone when the video plays.
this is it.
everything youâd ever wanted, transpiring over a grainy livestream on a rainy thursday evening. itâs awe inspiring, just last night you had meant nothing to him and now youâre making him jitter like a stupid school boy.
the chat awakens when he puts the phone to his face, muffled sounds of your pleas ring out for thousands to hear.
whatâs wrong?
pls donât go!!!
need to see u cumđ
his hand reignites, watching diligently how your hips roll and you fuck yourself to his nonchalance, âfuck.. yeah, thatâs it bunny,â he keens, the mindless nickname youâd given yourself tumbling out of his lips.
whatâs he watching
who is that lol.
relentlessly fucking his fist now, no longer concerned with the stream, but instead you. every single sense of his is honed into you and his fucking cock.
he has a gf???
âyâgonna take my cock, huh?â voice full of rasp, dominance. youâre shivering all over again, grinding down onto nothing, âgonna cum all over my fuckinâ cock,â a demand, not a question.
your cunt drips, hand now back in your panties, teasing your clit with his words. with the image of him losing all composure to your video. his strangled moans travel through the speaker, masquerading the wet shlick of your pussy.
âdoinâ so good fâme..â you can see his fingers scramble restart the recording, the others vigorously pumping around his cock, âohh.. shit, bunny. fuck, i gotta feel you.. needâa..â trailing off into silence to allow your wails through clearly.
who even is that.
this is so fucking hotđ„”
wish that was me
the tattoos littering his body gleam with sweat, flexing with every jerk of his hand, every time your syrupy iteration of his name calls out through the phone. itâs sickening how your own voice makes you shudder, getting off to yourself seemed narcissistic but it fills your stomach with electricity.
eddie must agree, sighing into the air with zero constraint, âgonna fill you up.. yeah? you want that? want me to cum inside yâperfect pussy?â
âfuck yes.. fuck.. please,â begging him, so feeble. at his mercy and so willingly too.
the camera wobbles, matching his ferocious pace though you see him perfectly. see his pretty cock twitch between his palm, âfuck yeah baby.. fuck yes, gonna cum.. gonna cum right here,â garbled nonsense mostly but it sends you hurtling into another orgasm.
seemingly just in front of his own, strained sobs fall out of his pouted lips, deliriously chanting your display name, âyes bunny, take itâ take it all,â thick ropes of cum paint his hand and thighs, over and over.
jesus christđ„đ„đ„đ„
just came everywhere lmao!
heâs ruined, a shell of the cocky, egotistical exterior he had on prior. and all because of you.
his arm falls to his side, then, abruptly the screen goes dark, his laptop snapped shut without so much as a goodbye nary thank you to his loyal following.
thereâs maybe a single second of silence before your phone explodes, vibrations one after the other alerting you to his frenzied messages.
edwardđ€
ur fucking crazy
genuinely fucked
did you see how much i fucking came
do u want me to lose my mind??
was that u making it up to me bc shit
your heart beats a million miles a minute, if this was what happened over some low quality livestream, how would you ever cope with him in actuality? thereâs not a chance in hell youâll make it out alive.
đbaby
so you liked it??
edwardđ€
iâm abt to drive to your house rn
iâll show you how much i liked it
loved it
i loved it
đbaby
please do
i came twice lol
i want u
edwardđ€
im gonna cum again
show me u rn
just anything
pls
you diligently open the camera, cheek pressed into the pillow with your eyes wide, gazing directly at him through miles of separation. in the most ludicrous way, it feels like heâs peering right backâ together even though you couldnât be further from it.
edwardđ€
fuvkkkk gof
iâm cumming
iâm in love with u
come here
let me come ther idc
come on my face
five unconscious words were going to ruin your life forever.
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Did you ever write about small puppy play with Eddie MunsonâŠand if you have please link it or if you havenâtâŠpretty please even if just a small blurb
because u asked so nicely anon :,) this is for me and the five other freakazoids that asked abt the puppy play fic ⊠the rest of yall avert ur eyes, based on this post
cw: everyone is of age and consenting, established dynamic, pet play (obv), use of a collar, eddieâs a mean stern mf, a few years older than canon age, praise, no actual smut
a/n: my coming out post :p this is obviously my perspective and take on it from my own experience and absolutely not a bible nor guide so please kink at your own risk and if you don't like this i have at least fifty other fics for you to enjoy :)
this and all of my works are 18+ if not 21+ minors dni
Unmoored. Restless. Eddie can see it right away.
Youâve been quiet ever since you got home. A buzz in your brain you canât seem to quiet on your own.
You squint, purse your lips, rub the planes of your face up and down for stability. Nothing can seem to quiet you.
He can see it in how your eyes dart away from his stare. Youâre silent, contemplative under the flickering yellow lightbulb of the dining room, shifting in your seat every three-to-five minutes. He's counting.
Watching. Assessing.
You're playing with food you donât feel like eating, which ticks at his caretaking nature even more. You need to eat.
You look at him and it almost feels like youâre cowering.
"Tough day at work?" He breaks the silence, and he sees you flinch, dragged out of wherever your mind seems to be wandering.
You simply nod.
"Made your favorite tonight," he points at the creamy chicken and veggies sitting limply on your plate. A plain smile, a silent thank you.
Not in the mood to talk. Noted.
It goes on for a few minutes like this. You steal mousy glances at him from under your lashes, as he pretends to not see you, scarfing down his whole meal with the voracity of a man starved.
He'll let you be quiet if you want to be quiet. Not because he's trying to punish you, but just because that's what you need. The peaceful quieting of your mind.
He clears his throat, and the noise makes you look up at him, like a rabbit that doesn't know it's being hunted.
âWhy don't you at least finish your veggies, I'll be right back," he excuses himself.
You wince at the graze of the chair against the linoleum floor, then the heaviness of his boots, as he trails right past you with a whoosh, letting your hair sway in his wind.
A chill trickles upwards to your arms. You can hear him from the bedroom, opening drawers, the shuffling of fabric against more fabric.
The way it all rings in your ears is almost pavlovian- you sit up straight, your breath heaves the slightest bit, and the clink of a chain alerts you.
Then he whistles. Low, then high, like a siren that travels its way through the cotton in your ears. The thrum of your heart matches itself to the one between your legs, beating its way up, up through your eardrums. You can hardly hear him.
"You done with your veggies, baby?" He calls from the hallway. His voice is different, the chains he adorns himself with each morning announcing his every step.
You scramble, finishing the last of your broccoli and carrots-- even though you don't like cooked carrots, you make yourself swallow every bit of vegetable on your plate with a sour gulp.
Better like this. Would've been much worse otherwise, and you're in no mood for a punishment.
You're still chewing the last of your meal when he finds you. Black leather in hand, one you're too familiar with.
"Ah- 's not a race, sweetheart. Chew slowly, we've talked about this," it's his stupid tone that gets you first. Wraps at your wrists and ankles like barbed wire, with an innate need to obey his every command.
He watches you, slowly stalking behind you. He clasps the leather around your neck, feeling it bulge as you swallow the rest of your dinner.
He moves to your side, angling your face with his fingers clasped on your chin to get a better look at you.
Eyes glazed over, pupils blown out, looking at him like he's hung the moon for you a hundred times over. The utter complete devotion in the way your eyes twinkle, your mouth parts, and you let yourself be pliant to him and him only.
"You're so good at listening, aren't you? Don't want you choking on your food," he chuckles, patting at the crown of your head.
"You've been working so hard," he muses, placing a kiss on top of your head, "so many bad days, huh? Nod for me," and you nod in the grip of his fingers, still holding on to your chin.
"Taking care of so many people, of me, staying on top of everything-- must've been tough," he pouts at you, sympathetic and sweet, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb.
He feels the warmth of a bated breath against the pad of his finger, anticipating what's to come. "I think you deserve a treat, don't you?" Eddie's tone is husky and gentle, I'm doing this for you, it says.
"Eddie-"
"Ah, the puppy speaks," he mocks, when the rumble of his name escapes your mouth. Maybe a plea, a sign of gratitude. Your lips curve in a meek smile.
"Last I checked, though, puppies don't speak unless commanded to, don't they?" And the smile dies on your face just as quickly. You shake your head.
His lips curve in a pout again, and mockingly shakes his head at you. "They don't, huh? Good puppy," warmth blooms in you at the sweet praise, as he strokes your cheek.
Then a soft slap. Then another. Three in total.
"They don't sit on chairs, either," he tugs at the leash of the collar, a silent command.
You know what he's getting at.
So you climb down the chair, and position your knees on the linoleum, while his hand is still wrapped around the leather extremity of the leash.
He's good at keeping the distance between you two, as he sits at a chair, looking down at you. It makes you feel small, needy- exactly what you need.
Eddie looks at you through his lower lashes, hand palming himself though the dark denim. His legs are spread, his boots cage you in between them.
"You're so pretty like this, aren't you? Sitting in between my legs, waiting for me to do something," he teases, chain clinking against his metal bracelet with every dragged movement of his hand on the crotch of his jeans.
The truth is, he's more turned on by your reaction to all of this, than the actual act itself. He's soft like that, where he lets you figure out the things you like on your own, instead of suggesting them.
He'll subtly plant the idea of it, maybe through a movie or something said in passing, and he'll watch you spend a whole week ruminating on it, passing it back and forth through the depths of your busy little mind.
By the time you propose it, you pride yourself into thinking it was your idea, rather than the little seedling he'd planted weeks before.
"Aw, puppy, you're squirming," he mocks, pointing out the way you keep shifting as your seated on your calves.
"Sorry, Ed-" you adjust yourself once again.
"Ah-ah. Quiet," he silences with a tug at the collar. "You haven't spoken a word since you came back from work, you can keep going like this," he scolds, eyebrows furrowed.
"But-" you intervene.
"Oh you're mouthy tonight," he reaches for the button and zipper of his jeans. He smiles at you, wrapping another loop of the silver chain around his fist, forcing you closer.
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