You're walking with Javier, in his favorite sundress on you, when the wind picks up and you feel it lift the back of your dress, exposing your ass for a few seconds.
"Oh!" you exclaim and quickly reach behind with a hand flat on your now skirt-covered ass, turning to Javi.
"God, did anyone see?"
Javi's smirking, "Don't think so," and he glances around for anyone gawking, but sees no one, "But when were you going to share that you decided to forgo your panties today?" a simmering heat in his eyes.
Cheeks heating up more than just from the Texas sun, "Later. When were weren't walking on a public street."
Javi steps closer to you and slides his hand along your ass, tucking it under yours to takeover keeping the fabric in place.
"I'll keep hold of it, mi amor," he winks, "Why don't we start heading back to the car? We'll find a spot where you don't even need this dress on."
Eddie with an s/o that has an oral fixation and is shy about it? For smutty weekend!
yes !!!!! MDNI 18+ (cw smut, p in v, oral fixation, hickeys, maybe some biting, praise kink, breeding kind of(?)) ♡ fem!reader | 1k words
Eddie's chest is solid under your hands. You cover his spider tattoo with your fingers and gasp as he drops you down again, feeling like the air has been knocked out of you.
You've nibbled your own lip raw with wanting.
Everything's a haze of pleasure, his touch, his hands on your back, his hairy thighs underneath yours, the scratch of dark curls against your cunt every time he thrusts up with his hips.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his chest, trying to concentrate on the bump bump bump of his cock against your walls, the warmth and the wetness. He's moaning something fierce, his voice loud in your ear as he groans out, "Fuck, sweetheart."
Too far from words to respond, you open your mouth and drop lazy, sloppy kisses over the pale stretch of his chest and collar, chasing a feeling you can't quite find. You pull his skin into your mouth and suck until he's tugging you away, a shining line of spit stretching from his freshly bruising hickey and your bottom lip.
He wipes your lip and holds you in place. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you say, breathless.
"You want something," he deduces.
He pushes his thumb into the base of your throat and looks over your face with something close to sternness, hips rolling, his cock moving slow and deep inside you.
"Why've you chewed up your lip like that, huh? That's my job."
You lick your bitten lip self-consciously. His hand on your cheek, his thumb poking into the corner of your mouth, you're close enough to what you want that you grind down on him needily.
Pleasure tightens his features.
His thumb pushes into your mouth. Your eyes close in content. "You like that?" he asks.
You nod but can't bring yourself to open your eyes.
Eddie leans back, the hand that isn't on your face holding you apart from him when you try to follow. "You stay there, sweetheart… Move your hips for me," he commands. And, when you do, "There's a good girl."
He pulls his thumb from between your lips and you've barely time to open your eyes when he's offering his middle and marriage with raised eyebrows.
He's hardly gentle as he pushes into your mouth, fingertips running over your tongue, knuckles scratched by your teeth. You shiver and almost gag and he recedes just a touch, rubbing your hip in apology.
"Gonna suck on them for me?" he asks.
Again, his words feel like a blow to the chest, how he can guess what you want when you're too shy to say it out loud. You suck on his fingers, moaning around them as he starts to snap his hips up and you begin to bounce.
"I shoulda known." He laughs, a short fall from teasing. "One hole all full up's never been enough for my girl, has it? Greedy thing like you… always need more."
He pushes a third finger into your mouth. Dribble leaks out of the corners of your mouth and tears well in your eyes as he rubs against your soft palate.
"Good thing I got everything she needs right here," he says.
You nod jerkily.
"Yeah, you know I do. Always do. Always gonna take care of you just the way you need me to."
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Your chin shines with spit. You take a gasping breath, hands braced either side of his trim waist.
He wiggles his wet fingers at you and smiles, big brown eyes wide with glee. "Want it again?"
"Yeah," you say hoarsely, lips parted readily.
"Gotta earn it," he says. You blink, but he's only pouting for a kiss.
You lean down for a wet, hot kiss, lips sliding against his and pushed open around his tongue. Your chest thrums as his hand climbs the length of your back and locks around your neck, bringing you in closer, kissing you until you can't breathe.
When you part, his face shines wet like yours.
He pushes his fingers into your mouth again and you love on them, kissing around his knuckles devoutly.
"Pretty baby, look so pretty like this," he praises, "so pretty. You gonna cum with my fingers in your mouth?"
You drop your hand to you clit and focus on chasing your high as Eddie fucks his fingers into your mouth slowly, his cock half as kind. You're a mess of spit and slick, chest wet with dribble and heaving with every hard snap of Eddie's hips. Quicker than you realise you're tensing up on his cock, abdomen burning with heat as you cum hard. You don't mean to but you bite down on his fingers as you do, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to make him groan. He pulls his abused hand out of your mouth and both hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he chases his own climax. Every thrust sends a jolting of aching pleasure through your body. You keen and double over, head pressed to his chest as he fills you up.
His cum drips hot out of your cunt to join the well of slick stickying his pubes.
You both take a breather. His cock works sluggishly, milking those last drops.
When you can think straight you wrap your hand around his and bring it to your face to assess. His fingers are embedded with teeth prints, red abrasions. "I'm sorry, baby," you apologise, looking up at him through bleary eyes.
"Don't fucking apologise. Best fucking sex of my life, babe, christ." He stops smiling to narrow his eyes at you accusingly. "You were totally holding out on me."
"Sorry!" you say quickly, giggling at his theatrics. "I didn't know if you'd like it."
He looks down the place where your bodies meet and you follow his gaze. "Safe to say I liked it a lot."
You're still laughing when he pulls you in for a hug.
Eddies little stims when it comes to best friend!reader like. Fluffing your hair, poking all over you, just rubbing his face on any part of you, he’ll randomly pretend to faint and youll have to catch him (he will be so wounded if you dont), but then it slowly gets like, so much more sexual that people even notice
Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader
A/N: written in tumblr. thanks for the ask, he's such a touchy boy.
Warnings: groping without explicit consent, but it's fiction and you’re here reading Eddie for a reason—you'd let him do anything to you, boobies
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I could so see him being a very touchy person, I mean he already appears to be in the show—always breaching Steve's people's personal space. So I feel like he'd be the type to hug you all the time, just drape his body over you and squeeze your butt. He wants your touch, you're his best friend and he loves you. But he also wants to squeeze your ass, it just looks so squeezable! And you're used to it by now. He's never made any move to ask you out or move the friendship to the next level, so you just take what he gives you.
I feel like if you two laid in bed together—as best friends do during sleepovers—he'd lay on his side just smoothing his hand over any sliver of skin he can touch. He'd inch his way up your body, moving your shirt up silently with every new movement. Your eyes are closed, trying to sleep, but you're awake—you can feel his hands. He knows you're not asleep yet, that's the only reason he's still touching you.
"Eddie...what are you doing," you mumble, eyes never opening.
"Nothing."
"Where do you think that hand is going, bud?"
"Nowhere." He's so close to your breasts, fingers just nearly grazing the sensitive under side as your hand lands on his, effectively halting his movements.
"Nowhere?"
"Wasn't gonna do anything," he mutters, miffed that you stopped him right before heaven.
You smile at his bitter voice, he's so dramatic. Turning your head on the pillow, you open your eyes to look at his backlit figure—the only light in the dark bedroom being a streetlight pouring through the gaps in the shutters. He's propped up, a hand holding his head up as he looks down at you.
"So if I let your hand go, you're not going to do anything?" You know better, but you love when he tries to lie.
"No..."
"Alright..." you lift your hand off of his, closing your eyes again.
His hand doesn't move, stays completely still, resting right before his goal. The smile stays firmly planted on your lips, amused at how he's like a dog you ordered to 'stay' right in front of a treat.
Eddie counts to one hundred and twenty before he moves again, his creeping fingers finally feeling the smooth, velvety skin he's been dying to touch. You don't say anything—no admonishment for being a perv—so he takes that as a sign to continue.
He slides his hands up your chest, cupping your breasts with a tentative squeeze. That earns him a comment.
I don't know if this counts as perv!Eddie, but... roadtrip. Eddie isn't driving for whatever reason, and also! There's not enough sits for everybody, so his best girl friend has to sit on his lap. The road is rocky and bumpy, she's kinda bouncing right on it. My poor boy, lol.
Perverted
Perv!Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie takes a mini road trip with the gang to pick fruits and vegetables at a farm outside of town. Easy day. Except there aren’t enough open seats in the car, and you have to sit on his lap. Hard day. Very…hard…day.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, perv!eddie obvi, boners, almost dry-humping tbh, mention of cumming in pants, Eddie's suffering, mention of masturbation, reader is none the wiser
Word Count: 1.6k, this was literally supposed to be a blurb wtf
A/N: One moment this was 500 words, the next it was 1,600. I can’t do this for all the perv!eddie blurbs lmao. This is just simply not sustainable, I don’t have enough words. Very quickly written. Also, go read this fic.
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Eddie’s biting down on his strained, white knuckles as Steve’s stupid station wagon hits another bump, jolting you on his lap. He’s trying everything to will away his erection—doing algebra in his head, pinching himself hard, even conjuring up the image of Mrs. O’Donnell and her gingivitis breath leaning over his shoulder to correct his work. Nothing is working.
He feels like Icarus flying too close to the sun. One more bump in the road and he’s going to melt at the way your hips jostle with the car. It felt like a dream come true when Steve suggested you sit on Eddie's lap—what with the car being too full, and you obviously not able to sit on one of the girls or Jonathan. Robin and Nancy’s laps didn’t exactly offer a sturdy seat for the 30-minute ride out of town, and Jonathan was up front, in clear view of any law enforcement waiting to speed-trap people. Hence, Steve’s suggestion: Eddie’s wider, more comfortable lap in the back of the car.
Dream come true, right? Eddie's been perving on you for a while now—stealing underwear on every visit to your place, standing far too close behind you when you're in a low-cut top, inching his creeping hands down your body during every hug.
He’s hoping to train you into accepting his groping touches with the incremental movements he makes, eventually landing on your ass. That’ll take a while, though—but he’s been working on it for over a year. He’s closer than he was when he started at your mid-back. Now he’s at the dip of your lower back, closing in on the home stretch of his goal.
So dream come true, right? Wrong. The main point of perving on someone is they don't know you're doing it. Because if they did, if you did—he shudders to think the talking-to he'd get. God forbid you tell anyone else about his actions. Robin and Nancy would rip him a new one, Steve would give him that disappointed dad look, and he prays the kids would never catch wind of how utterly lame and repulsive their leader is.
You practically grinding your ass on the tip of his hard cock is not exactly stealthy perving. So far, you haven't made any indication that you can feel him under you, you've just continued your idle chit-chat with the girls, sitting mostly on his lower thighs. He's not sure what you're talking about, but he knows it's very funny with the way you keep throwing your head back, giving him little whiffs of your delicious smelling hair. Your scent doesn’t help with his current predicament. In fact, it has the opposite effect.
He's struggling to hear anything, all the blood in his brain is rushing past his ears like the Grand Rapids, traveling all the way down to his cock. Another deep pothole sends the back of the car dipping sharply, jostling everyone inside— including you—side to side.
With his knuckles in his mouth and his refusal to look anywhere but out the window, Eddie bites back a groan. He's pretty sure he's leaking at this point. After all, he's basically inadvertently dry-humping your ass with every bump and jolt that comes along. He’s a weak man. If the smallest whiff of your perfume can get him hard, he has no chance of making it out of this car dry.
Peeking between the driver-side headrest and the door, Eddie watches the road. "Hey, Steve, quick question."
"What's up, dude?"
"Are you trying to hit every goddamn pothole in this road or is it just luck? Because usually when one sees a giant, gaping-fucking-hole in the road, one swerves to avoid it," he stiltedly bites out.
Eddie's heart feels weightless in his chest when you giggle at his sass; your soft hand rubs a consoling circle against his chest, just below his collarbone—a silent apology for his circumstances. That small interaction almost makes everything worth it, but then he remembers you won’t be so consoling if you find out just how much he’s getting out of your innocent need for a seat. So he continues to force himself to think about Mrs. Gingivitis Breath while questioning Steve’s less-than fantastic driving skills.
Steve's shoulders are up to his ears in a cringing apology—he's felt the rickety rollercoaster-esque feel of the back of a station wagon before. "I'm sorry! It's just these damn back roads, man."
A huge thump and a harsh jerking motion make you squeal, scrambling for something to hold onto since you can’t wear a seatbelt. Robin chuckles at the sound, reaching out to steady you, but before you can grab her forearm, Eddie wraps both arms around your abdomen, pulling you flush against him. His jaw clenches as he mentally kicks himself for accidentally dragging your ass closer to his hard length. You were at just the right distance before, where you probably couldn’t make out the shape of what you were feeling. Now he’s pushing his luck.
You’re leaning back against the wide, warm expanse of his chest, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you securely to him. There’s a triangle of space between where your upper back meets his chest, where his lap remains mostly empty, and where your ass stays firmly planted on his lower thighs. More like the triangle of death where his aching cock is just twitching with need for you, desperate without weighted relief.
His chin is hovering over your shoulder, and you’re acutely aware of how close he is to your face. Turning your head slightly, you give him a weak, embarrassed smile. “Thanks for saving me.”
Eddie tries to hide it, but his voice comes out strained. “Anytime.”
Being held by him puts you in an odd, uncomfortable, slanted position, so you plant your feet on the car floor, using the sturdy base to shimmy yourself higher onto his lap, where you’ll feel more secure. Unfortunately, your readjustment happens at the same time as another huge bump, causing you to land higher on his lap than you meant to—now almost fully on his throbbing cock.
Eddie’s eyes widen at the new, heavy pressure on his needy length. His stomach is twitching and he’s trying not to keel over your shoulder and pant desperate breaths into your ear—that would surely give him away. Although, if he doesn’t do that and you keep squirming on his lap, the precum seeping through his boxers will eventually give him away, soaking through his jeans. He needs this car ride from hell to be over now. “What the fuck is the government doing with our taxes in this country,” he cries, struggling to withhold a groan.
His dramatic shout elicits chuckles throughout the car, with nobody knowing the real reason behind his beef with the dilapidated rural roads.
“We’re almost there, I swear. It’s right at the end of this dirt road.”
Steve’s attempt at consoling him only makes him drop his head back in defeat, staring up at the roof of the car. A dirt road? He’s got to be joking. That’s like, a million times worse than potholes.
“Oh, fuck me,” he mutters, resigned to his fate of being banished from the friend group for getting an erection during a roadtrip, with you innocently perched on top of him. It’s not his fault you’re so hot! But that kind of argument stops working at a certain point—probably when you inevitably catch onto all the other things he’s been doing.
By the time the ride is over, Eddie’s almost creamed his jeans at about seven different points. And he was right, the dirt road was worse. He almost thought you knew at that point, but you continued not to say anything, so he started second-guessing himself.
Once everyone files out of the car, he lets the door fall nearly shut, giving himself a bit of privacy for his lower half. Quickly, he adjusts himself, hissing pitifully at the relief he gets just from his own hand, moving his cock to be snug in his waistband.
When he’s done, he realizes you seem to be waiting for him a few paces from the car. Thankfully, your back is to him as you take in the rolling fields of crops. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan have walked off, eagerly obtaining baskets for harvesting. Fixing his shirt over the front of his pants, he catches up to you, knocking his shoulder with yours.
You shoot him a bright smile when you feel him beside you, starting your trek to follow the rest of the group. “Hey! Bumpy ride, huh?”
Shuffling next to you, anxiety thrums through Eddie’s body as he worries this might be it—this might be where you expose him and start the lecture. He reaches up, scratching the back of his neck nervously, but when he glances down, he sees his shirt riding up. He quickly drops his arm, tugging the fabric back over the front of his jeans.
“Yeah. Was pretty harsh.”
“It wasn’t too uncomfortable to have me on your lap, was it?”
God, yes. It was the worst. And the best. The best, worst experience he’s ever had. He’s going to fuck his fist to the thought of it later. Then probably feel guilty about that. Then do it some more. He can already tell, the memory of your supple ass is going to keep his mental spank-bank full for months to come.
“Uh…no, no, it was fine.” Eddie wishes there were a wall he could bang his head against right about now. His voice betrays him, jumping an octave on the lie, but you don’t seem to have noticed. “What about you? Was it okay?”
He waits for your answer with bated breath as you pick up a woven basket, handing him one as well. “Oh, it was fine,” you shrug. “Although, you should probably take out whatever’s in your pockets for the car ride home. It was a little uncomfortable at times.”
Fuck.
A/N: Like, comment, and reblog to help a writer out! Also, I cherish y'all's reactions so please feed me. Also, Jonathan can't say shit about Eddie being a perv lmao.
This is completely self-indulgent, as these are (some of) my own insecurities. Maybe it'll resonate with some of y'all as well. To everyone out there struggling with body image issues, you can always talk to me about them. I'm here for you <3
Warnings: body image issues throughout, mentions of dieting, description of body parts, mild suggestive language
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To say that Eddie Munson loves your body is an understatement.
It would be much more accurate to say that he is enamored, he is enraptured, he is constantly awestruck by it.
Wherever you see flaws, he only sees perfection.
The crinkles that line the sides of your eyes and your forehead, prominent after countless nights spent studying at the library. He once caught you trying to buy expensive facial cream and was genuinely flabbergasted at your insecurity.
"They remind me that my girl's got a fancy college degree!" he says with a grin, placing the serum back on the shelf.
He traces the stretch marks that line your inner thighs while you cuddle up, watching a movie. Your legs rest atop his, curbing the nervous energy that usually surges through his limbs.
"It's like a roadmap to my favorite destination!" he teases as his fingers graze upwards.
You're constantly comparing your breasts with the women on TV and in movies. Too small to be voluptuous, but too big to be a petite supermodel. And now that you're not a teenager, they definitely sag a bit. How can you possibly compete in a world teeming with surgically altered chests?
"You don't even wanna know what happens to me when I start thinking about you topless," he warns, although you have a pretty good idea.
And the part of you that you hate the most: your stomach. No matter how hard you work out, how healthy you eat, it's never as flat as you want it to be. When he sees you meticulously analyzing a magazine article hyping up some crash diet, he plucks it from your hand and crouches down to look directly into your eyes.
"Please don't shrink. Please don't make yourself tinier. You're perfect, so perfect, like you were made for me to hold," he begs, punctuating his pleads with soft kisses across your torso.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. But until then, I'll just keep reminding you of how stunning you are, my love."
Please can you do Eddie Munson with C17? I love your writing so much!
aw thank you sweetie!! and ahhhh dad!eddie of course :))
warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, use of pet names (sweetheart)
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you turned once more as you attempted to find a comfortable position but the baby inside you had other plans. you really tried to keep your movements to a minimum as not to wake eddie, but the boy could never fully fall asleep until you were in a deep slumber yourself.
"everythin' alright, sweetheart?" he mumbled, eyes still closed as he resituated his arms around you with your new placement in the bed.
you nuzzled your head into his chest before speaking. "can't get comfy. your son won't settle down."
"he truly is a munson boy then, isn't he?" eddie teased while he let his hand travel down to cradle the swell of your stomach. he scooted down the bed until his face was in line with your bellybutton, pressing a quick kiss to your skin. "i guess i'm gonna have to be wayne now and give him a stern talk."
you chuckled at him while watching him in awe. you always loved it when he talked to the baby even before when the baby wasn't even developed enough to hear.
"listen here, kid," eddie started, doing his best impression of his uncle, "i know you're really excited to get outta there and we're excited for you to be out too, but you gotta sit still for your mom, okay?"
"eddie?" you called, "keep talking. he's listening."
"really?" eddie was elated. "i always thought you'd have to be the bad cop."
"no, not like that." you giggled. "i think he's just calming at the sound of your voice, not actually listening to you. he has no idea what you're saying."
"ah, okay. i wanted to be the good cop anyway."
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“There isn’t really anyone else. You’re it for me.” with eddie and an insecure reader
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warnings: not proofread, insecurity, jumping to conclusions
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you were one to sit back and watch. you always had been the observer and you learned a great deal through the task. you noticed surface-level things like how jason wore one of chrissy's green scrunchies on his left wrist every day at school and that mrs. o'donnell definitely has the hots for mr. jameson but will never say anything. you also noticed other little things like how even though they were broken up, lucas and max still looked for each other in any room they entered and that max herself was still dealing with something massive, the death of her brother you assumed.
sometimes, you hated that you picked up on a lot of things that others didn't. when you sat next to eddie at lunch, you often caught other girls' eyes on him. none of the girls you saw ogling at him would openly admit to liking him because they were too scared of messing with their social status. eddie was the freak and he was proud of it, but others didn't want to taint their 'ideal' high school experience with the likes of him. still, their unshameful stares didn't make you feel great.
there was one girl that eddie was currently partners with in his english class that used that outlet as a way to be close to him without messing with her socially. when you talked to him at your locker, she placed her hand on his shoulder and grabbed his attention for a question regarding their project. she got eddie to go to her house sometimes to work on their stuff instead of staying in the library after school like everyone else. it was just little thing after little thing and you tried not to let it bother you until you overheard her telling a friend that she had a crush on a guy in her english class. her friend told her to go after him and she responded with, "oh, i plan to."
you were crushed after hearing that. she was everything you weren't. she was gorgeous, bubbly, outgoing, confident, and likeable. you kept to yourself and talked only when you were comfortable and knew you would be heard. eddie was the more outgoing out of you two. to you, he was more likeable if people gave him the light of day. in your eyes, he was way more compatible with her than he was with you.
that day, you were different. you let the insecure thought overrule the logic until it had done its damage. you were less talkative and more in your head. eddie picked up on that, but you told him you were just tired. he was pretty sure that wasn't the case since you were slightly clingier when you were tired, but he let you use that excuse and would ask later if things didn't look up. later, you went straight to your locker instead of waiting on him to join you, so when he came to see you, you breezed past him, his little admirer right behind him.
before she could get a word in, eddie spoke up as his eyes stayed on you. "hey, i'm gonna have to cancel on you today. something came up." then, he followed where you went, not seeing at all how the other girl's face dropped to a pout.
you were walking fast which normally meant you were upset or in a hurry, but based on the other signs, eddie believed something was wrong. he broke into a light jog just to catch up with you and called your name to get your attention. when he caught up to you, he slipped in front of you to see if you'd talk to him, but the tears swimming in your eyes told him all he needed to know.
his eyes surveyed the school parking lot to see if anyone was paying attention to you since he knew you hated for others to see you cry, but he was in the clear for now. his arm around your shoulders led you to the back of his van which was away from everybody else's view. to further your privacy, he opened the two back doors to block the side view and led you to sit down on the floor of the van, him squatting down in front of you. no one parked near him, so y'all were fairly in the clear of onlookers.
"sweetheart," eddie started as he looked up at your sad eyes, his hand resting on the inner side of your knee. your lip began to tremble at his sincere tone and the way he tried to hide you because he knew you and your aversion to publicly crying. "what's wrong?"
"i don't know," you offered meekly, but eddie knew there was a reason. you never cried for the hell of it.
"you don't know why you're upset?" he didn't ask it in a condescending or mean way. his tone showed that he only cared about you.
"why are you here?"
your question took eddie back a bit, but he never slowed on being there with you. "because i love and care about you. why else?"
"why aren't you with her?" you lifted your hand to wipe a stray tear, but eddie beat you to it. his hand that wasn't making steady circles on your knee cupped your cheek and slid that tear away.
he thought you meant why did he cancel on working on his project with her so he answered that way. "because she can wait. you're upset right now."
"no, why aren't you with her? she's so much better for you than i am." only then did he realize what was going on.
"y/n," he started, his mind trying to formulate a way to tell you that there was only you and would only ever be you so that you would believe him, "you are the one that is the best for me. i don't want someone who is loud because i'm loud and i don't really like that. i like you and how you calm me down and make me a better version of myself. there really isn’t anyone else out there who could better complement me than you. you’re it for me, okay?"
you nodded your head and reached out to pull eddie into you, but he already was on his way to embrace you.
"i can't believe you thought i'd like her in the slightest. she is so annoying, you know? and don't even get me started on her breath." you giggled at eddie's words, his mission with them being complete but he had to keep going. "also, i thought i was stupid, but do you know how long it is taking us to work on this project? most everyone else is almost done working on theirs and we're almost halfway. she takes forever to do one part and for once, i'm the one waiting on her to get done and not the other way around."
"you aren't stupid, eddie."
"i'm stupid for ever letting you think that there was even a chance that i'm not yours," eddie whispered while resting his forehead against your own. "since i'm now suddenly free this afternoon, would you want to come over to my house?"
you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "i would love nothing more."
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Mariah I am craving Eddie playing with r in his shirt cause he loves the look on her 🤭🤭
please nonnie, if eddie could make you live in his shirts and only his shirts he absolutely would.
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“shhh, can you stay quiet for me sweets?”
his hand is cupped over your mouth, his chocolate hues gazing hungrily down at you. eddie’s other hand is completely occupied, three fingers buried deep inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. you nod your head, hearing wayne shuffling about on the other side of eddie’s bedroom door.
really he wanted to wait until his uncle had left for work, but waking up next to you in his hellfire shirt… the hem riding up to expose your bare hip sent him into a spiral, and frankly he couldn’t help himself. pressing kisses along your bare thigh, rousing you from your sleep with a soft moan.
“just wanna play with you a little baby…”
he breathed out into your skin, nipping at your hip as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. you mumble out a quiet approval, already feeling yourself getting wet from his gruff morning voice. the male happily slipping his fingers between your thighs, humming as he collects the wetness on the digits.
“always so ready for me... shit.”
you whimper as he slides two fingers inside you, hips bucking up against his palm to take them deeper. eddie’s curls are wild from sleep, tickling your skin of your thighs as he lays in between them. eagerly watching you suck his fingers in, adding a third within no time. the brunette curls them up, brushing against your sweet spot. the action making you moan loudly, which prompted the covering of your mouth.
“god, i wanna keep you like this always sweetheart… in nothin’ but my shirt.”
you playfully swat at him as he grins up at you, lightly biting the skin of your thigh as he thrusts his fingers in faster. biting your lower lip to keep any more noises from escaping, fingertips clutching the sheets tightly. your boyfriend watching in awe as you begin trembling beneath him, putting more pressure on your clit.
“o-once we get our own place, i’ll wear w-whatever you want eds.”
now i’m thinking of alpha!ghostface!eddie looking down at you, smiling under the mask while he pumps his big, fat knot inside of you... “yeah, baby? you want my pups?”
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and you’re just a whiny, pathetic mess underneath him. a literal bitch in heat as he fucks you on his half swollen knot. your bed sheets are soaked with a mixture of your slick and sweat. your nails raking down his bare chest, leaving red marks in your wake. only a chorus of please, please, please leaving your lips.
and he’s just chuckling, cooing down at you as you spasm around his cock for the fourth time that night. clutching onto his chest as he keeps going, until his knot is fully seated inside you, the male marking you as his from the inside. eddie lifts his mask enough to run his teeth along your mating gland, “you’re mine now sweetheart.”
→ premise: it was a bad idea, wayne came home and could hear you and eddie and yet the two of you didn’t wanna stop, it felt far too good to want it to end.
→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, almost getting caught, mutual masturbation, gagging/covering mouth, praise, small amount of oral [m receiving], nicknames [sweet girl, baby]
→ a/n: 02 kinktober
Eddie's hand presses against your mouth covering it suddenly. You look at him with wide and confused eyes as your own fingers still their movement between your legs. He holds a finger up to his own mouth with his other hand as a way of telling you to shush. “Heyy, Eds you home??” You hear the front door to the trailer swing open and Wayne's voice echo from down the hall. Your body froze, he wasn't supposed to come home yet.
You and Eddie were frozen still, laid out on his bed your thighs spread, his legs also spread and laid over your calves facing you, both on full display for one another. Your fingers were still buried deep inside you, you twitch and clench around them aching for your movement earlier to continue. You were getting close but the interruption made your body tense now. Eddie's hand moves from in front of his mouth and wraps around his cock again, pulling your attention right back to it. His tip red and angry, veins protruding and begging for your mouth.
“Uhh yeah im home, i was just about to take a nap though” Eddie's voice answering his uncle breaks you from your trance. His voice being far too calm and collected for what his previous actions were, it slightly impresses you. You make a small noise in surprise and confusion, it being very muffled by Eddie's hand but he gets the message and mouths a quick “I'm sorry sweet girl” at you while Wayne responds.
“Oh nice think i'll rest too, work was rough” Wayne yells once again before heading off down the opposite hall, you were grateful for the odd layout of the trailer. Eddie waits until he hears his uncle's door shut before he begins stroking his throbbing cock again, his release right on the edge once again. “Oh fuck, good girl staying quiet so we dont get caught” Eddie groans softly, eyes glued to your face a slightly embrassed but still lustful look in your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the praise and Eddie doesn't miss a beat. “Oh you like that? Huh baby? Be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy for me okay?” Your fingers slowly pump inside yourself once again after the embarrassment washes away. “Eddie..” you moan against his hand a bit too loud making him shove his ring clad fingers in your mouth gagging you lightly. The metal cold against your lips and the action only furthering your arousal that's staining his sheets below you.
“Keep being quiet for me and you can cum got it baby?” Eddie's voice is laced in desperation. You can tell it's both a plea for you to be mute but also for you to cum. He needed to see you cum, he was so pent up and on the edge already but wanted to cum to the sight of your release dripping down your own fingers. You nod your head frantically and pump your fingers inside your aching pussy faster, chasing your much needed climax. Eddie flashes that damned charming smile of his at you and matches your pace with his own strokes. “Such a good girl for me, i was gonna fuck ya’ but dont think we can keep quiet enough during that i know i couldnt” he chuckles softly and slowly thrusts up into his hand, his eyes glazing over as he watches your skillful fingers pleasure yourself.
You whine around his fingers at the idea and buck your hips up in need as you start thinking about how good his cock would fill you up, the patch of curly black hair that rests at the base of of it brushing against your cilt…god you needed him to ruin you and cursed your luck that he couldn't this go around.
Your own thoughts guide you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie can see the way you frantically pump your fingers faster and bring your free hand down to your clit telling him you're close. “Aww you gonna cum sweet girl, do it” he eggs you on his voice needy and teasing. “Cum on those pretty fingers imagining it's my cock while you gag on my fingers baby” he fists his cock harder, his brain going fuzzy as he waits quite impatiently for you to finish and push him over the edge.
“Mhm~ Eddie!~” you let out a muffled wanton moan around his now spit covered fingers, your back arching off the bed. Your head falls back as your release washes over you. Your slick and cum coating your fingers and thighs as you squeeze them together at the overwhelming sensation.
“There you go baby, good girl fuckk..” he lets out a sound that's a mix between a groan and a whine as his thrusts into his large hand become sloopy and speed up. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wet from your spit and uses that hand instead to stroke his cock.
“Sweet girl im gonna cum fuck, you want me to make a mess of my self or you wanna help me out and take it down your throat like a good girl?” Eddie's voice comes out husky and strangled as he does his best to hold back while waiting on an answer. However, you're quick to move up to your knees, your cum soaked fingers leaving your cunt making you whine. leaning your head down and swating his hand away to slide him in your mouth, your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his shaft and sucking.
Eddie's head falls back quickly before it snaps back up to take in the view of you taking all of him in your mouth.
“What ever did I do to get such a sweet and good girl like you’s mouth on my dick shit~” he let out a string of mumbled curses as he bucked his hips up into your mouth.
He rests his hand on the top of your head as the knot in the pit of his stomach tightens and quickly unravels. He cums with a loud groan of your name leaving his lips, cum coating your throat and sliding down as you swallow every last drop. You take your mouth off him making a small pop sound when it slips out and Eddie lays there breathless. “Maybe I should’ve also gagged myself to be quiet huh?” He lets out a short and nervous chuckle between pants.
→ a/n: i keep ending up writing and posting these much later than i wanna like its techically the 4th for me as i post this but i meant to post it on the 3rd cause of how im doing kinktober and UGH
the very first time eddie sees your boobs he giggles like a child. not because he's laughing at you but because he's purely just excited to be seeing your boobs. he stares in awe, never knowing someone could ever be so beautiful, his big button eyes doubling in size when you eventually lift your shirt up. a small gasp leaves his lips and his first instinct is to touch them, of course only doing so with permission, which you give him. he cups his slightly calloused hands around your breasts, kneading them softly and rolling his thumbs over your nipples until they're taut beneath his touch. "holy shit, they're so - they're so - wow." he's speechless. he leans back for a moment to really take you in, before pulling you down onto his bed in a surprise movement and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, "you're so fucking beautiful, baby." and then proceeding to pepper you with kisses all over 𐑺
best friend!eddie munson who is always touching you—hugging, poking, tickling...it seems like he can't keep his hands off you, whether he's being genuinely affectionate or playfully irritating.
best friend!eddie munson who never makes you pay for any of the shit he sells. he rolls your joints, cuts your lines, makes sure you stay safe. if you ever offer him money, he'll roll his eyes and insist that you can make it up to him with a new metal cassette or a new pair of dice.
best friend!eddie munson who plays you all the songs he writes for his band, who invites you to all of their concerts, who punches a guy for getting creepy with you at a show. even if metal isn't really your thing, he values your opinion.
best friend!eddie munson who convinces you to join all his dungeons & dragons campaigns, helping you carefully craft your character and teaching you all the groundwork so that you don't feel behind compared to the other players.
best friend!eddie munson who tries to hide all the accidental boners he gets around you, and fails miserably. they happen when you change your clothes in front of him, when you hug too long, when you play fight and he's got you pinned.
thinking about eddie, leaned back and too fucking casual, while you straddle his lap with his cock buried deep inside of you. you’re so desperate, dripping wet and dying to get yourself to release.
eddie’s not even touching you. he has his arms folded behind his head, nonchalant, as he watches you bounce on him. he loves the little crease between your brows that always forms when you’re concentrating on trying to cum.
he almost reaches out to stroke your cute little pout with his thumb. almost.
“are you making yourself feel so good, baby?” he asks, knowing you likely won’t be able to get out a sentence in response.
you let out a breathy whine as an answer, hips moving faster on his lap. it drives you crazy, how he won’t touch you. the way he speaks, so cocky, knowing that he barely even has to try to completely unravel you.
“you’re such a good girl, working so hard on my cock,” he purrs, regarding you rather patronizingly down the slope of his nose.
his big brown eyes, now half-lidded, roam over your frame, like he’s analyzing you. you feel like your skin is blazing under his stare, your top teeth pulling at your bottom lip in a frenzied kind of urgency.
“what is it, baby?” eddie coos, mockingly. he can see your movements decreasing in precision, more sloppy by the second.
he finally gives in, just a little bit, wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you flush to him.
“cat got your tongue?” he teases into your ear, his hot breath fanning against it. you let out a shaky moan, whispers of ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck’ slipping past your lips.
he knows the signs, can feel your muscles tensing up. “oh, she’s gonna cum for me, isn’t she?” he asks, his mouth splitting into a wicked grin.
all you can do is nod, eyes pinched shut so tight you’re seeing bursts of color behind them. pleasure mounts in the pit of your stomach, building and building before it comes crashing over you in waves.
he revels in the way you babble mindlessly as your orgasm rips through you; brought on entirely by you, without his help.
“you did such a good job, sweet thing,” he says, letting his hand rub softly up and down your back. “think i should give you a break from doing all the hard work, hm?”
you nod lazily, slumped against him.
“lay down for me then. spread your legs, baby. let me taste you.”
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