still thinking ab this post, and eddie being so soft and carrying you whenever he can
he sees you in the hallway and tugs you into a tight hug and a big kiss, he doesn't love gently or small, and he has a wild smile as he asks "wanna ride to class?" and you're like "um what?" and eddie brandishes his back to you "hop on!" and after a moment of making sure that he's really serious, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest to his back, feeling his heartbeat through his chest and clothes, and his hair gets in your face as he excitedly puts his hands on your thighs and hooks your legs around his waist, and he carries you all the way to your next class, where he puts you down and kisses your forehead before bidding you "farewell my maiden"
or you're sitting at his trailer and watching a movie, and your eyes start to flag with the late hour and you're so warm under the blanket with your head on eddie's chest, and he's watching you drift in and out of sleep and he smiles because you're just so cute, and finally he decides that enough is enough for you, and he gently pulls the blanket off of your sleeping form and gathers you up in his arms, one arm around your legs and one around your back, and you sorta mumble "...ed?..." and mash your cheek against his chest, and he shushes you "m'here, princess, just moving you to bed", and he carries you back to his room and settles you in his bed, and you cuddle into his blankets and fall back asleep, and eddie watches you for a moment before before he takes off his jeans and slides into bed next to you
or you're laying sick in his bed, coughing and sniffling from something that dustin gave you at hellfire, he had been sick and now you're sick too but you have it way worse than he did, and you had been sick at home but eddie insisted that you come over to his place and let him dote all over you, and while you usually didn't like that sorta thing, you had to give into eddie, and he does everything you ask him to, including cuddles, and he holds you tightly while you sniffle and go "ed? can you make me some tea?" "of course, sweetheart" but he doesn't let go of you as he gets out of bed, he just slings your legs around his waist and settles his hands under your bum and carries you to the kitchen, and he makes your tea with one hand as he holds you up and buries kisses in your head as he waits for the water to warm up, and you smash your face into his shoulder and whisper "thanks, ed" "well, of course. i love you, silly, i'd do anything for you"
summary || Din proves just how much he missed you while he was away.
content || pure poetic smut, rough but loving sex? is that a thing?, blowjobs, deepthroating, face fucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms Din is pussy whipped and painfully in love, thorough aftercare, dorks in love
a/n || not me coming back from my mini hiatus with pure smut 🤠 no one is surprised, right?
It’s been too long since Din has felt your lips against his skin. By too long, he means just a little over a week. Call him dramatic but he’s certain it’s a miracle he survived without you at all. He wasn’t meant to be gone for so long. He’s far too used to waking up and falling asleep next to you, teasingly smacking your ass as you walk by, dragging you close and fucking you against whatever surface is available. Din can feel your absence tugging at his skin, pulling him taut and tense. He’s grown… attached. More attached than he imagined himself capable of, in fact.
So when Fett came to him for help, Din was less than enthusiastic to leave the little world of calm you created together. It took a bit more cajoling than usual. It will take two days at most. We can compensate you. Then you can take your pretty little lover out somewhere nice. Din rolled his eyes at the light teasing from his fellow Mandalorian, but he couldn’t deny the prospect sounded like… fun. Something he hadn’t sought out in a very long time. So Din looped you in on the plan, fucked you nice and thorough, and very begrudgingly left you in his bed to help his friend.
wow i haven’t read any din in such a long time and this was such a nice reintroduction. it was so perfect- i loved the softness and how you could tell just how much they missed each other. and the aftercare part was so lovely and i just loved that you included it 🥰
iii agree!!! frazzled eddie is so important to the ecosystem!! esp. because he’s so head over heels for you that any little thing you do could make him a stammering mess. like if he’s distracted after a week of long busy days and you catch him off guard with some bonkers lingerie and he’s just a goner when you take control 🫠🫠🫠
Vixen
Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex, teasing, lingerie, not exactly Virgin!Eddie but def inexperienced!Eddie
I’ve said this before, but Eddie Munson acts like he’s been shot if you surprise him with something sexy. Like he smacks his hand over his chest and drops to the fucking floor gasping. But that’s when he’s more used to it. After you’ve done it a few times and his confidence has built up.
The first time you surprise him with lingerie, the man stops breathing. You’ve only hooked up twice before, only one time ending in sex, so things are still really new. The two of you are making out on your bed when Eddie’s fumbling fingers begin undoing the buttons of your shirt. You take this as progress, because the last two times you’d had to divest yourself of your own clothing because Eddie had been so nervous and hesitant to overstep.
When he reveals the lace of your bra, you feel his entire body seize and his eyes go wide taking it in. You wait for him to do something but when he doesn’t, you laugh.
“Something wrong, Eds?”
“Is…is this…?”
“You’ve seen me in a bra before, Eddie,” you tease, wrapping your hand over the back of his to encourage his palm to grasp over your lace-enclosed breast. Eddie’s eyelids flutter but he continues trying to make his point.
“Yeah but this…this is…”
“Lingerie? Yep!” you say brightly. He swallows thickly and you can’t handle it. His reaction is so adorable you need to mess with him a little. You lean up and whisper in his ear. “And it’s even part of a set.”
You lean back to watch his brain short circuit. Eddie tries to take a breath but it’s shaky. So much for him undressing you himself, but then again, this is so worth it. You reach between the two of you and shimmy out of your shorts, revealing a pair of matching lace panties. Eddie’s gaze slowly travels the length of your body to take in the second part of your set and then his eyes snap back up to yours.
“O-ok so you just wear this around the house, or…”
“Eddie. I wore this for you. I knew you were coming over. I wanted to have sex. I put this on so you - Eddie Munson - could see me in it.”
“Oh I see you, Princess,” Eddie practically moans in appreciation.
His hands fidget at your sides, fingers pressing into the curve and flesh of your waist as if he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing.
“Good,” you purr as you peel his hands from your sides and place one over your breast and bring the other down to your mound. “Now take it off me.”
Eddie swallows again and shifts so that he’s able to to take in the full length of your lace clad body. He swipes a hand across the exposed swath of skin between your bra and panties before dipping back down to firmly cup you between the thighs.
“Is it weird if I ask you to…can we keep it on?”
The use of ‘we’ has you giggling, but you think it might also be a build up of horniness and fondness that’s tipping you towards hysteria.
“We can do whatever you want,” you reply with a smile, reaching up to touch his face. The grin he gives you in return is so dazzling that you feel like you stop breathing, a feeling compounded by the way he immediately yanks you into a lung crushing kiss.
It’s like a switch has been flipped after that. Eddie’s hands become more sure, more solid in their grasp. And grasp you he does. As his tongue plunders your mouth his hands navigate your every dip, curve, and plane. He squeezes, too, paying special attention to the places that make you squeal and gasp appreciatively against his lips.
Eddie drags his teeth down the gauzy strap of your bra and runs his tongue over the flimsy, unpadded material that covers your nipple. This causes you to convulse under his hold and soon you’re scrabbling at his shoulders, trying to haul him up to you.
“Alright alright, c’mon just…” you huff against his lips, trying to reach further than you really can in this position to push his sweatpants off his hips. Eddie chuckles but you can tell he’s flustered as he reaches down and helps you, letting his cock spring up so fast it smacks against his abdomen and bounces back to tap on your lace covered cunt. You let out a moan and lift your hips to grind up against him as best you can.
“It’s like you fucking watched my dreams or something, Princess. How are you so - fuck.” He cuts himself off when you take hold of his length and press the underside against the length of your slit, giving yourself something solid to grind on. The fabric is rough against his sensitive skin but it’s soaked through with your slick and he finds himself groaning with full throated abandon.
“So you don’t want to take it off, you want me like this?” You ask, sliding the gusset of your panties to the side and giving him full view of your wet pussy. You’re not even teasing or trying to wind him up at this point. You’re just so turned on and you want to get to it - but you also want him to have exactly what he wants.
“Jesus H Christ yeah, c-can I? Can I just…oh god…” Even as he asks, Eddie glides his tip over your wet folds, losing himself in the feeling of you so much so that his eyes roll back.
“Yes, please Eddie,” you clarify, pulling at his inked biceps in an effort to get him to push in, but your sweet boy hesitates. He blinks open his eyes and furrows his brows.
“Y-yeah but I have to get you ready first…right? Want to make sure it feels good and that I don’t - fuck! That I don’t hurt you.” He keeps losing his train of thought as you grip his cock in an attempt to line him up with your entrance, but he keeps his hips lifted so you can’t push him further.
Your entire body melts at the sentiment, warmth blooming in your stomach and spreading through your bloodstream. It’s more than fondness you feel for the flustered, considerate man above you. You thread your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him down for a blistering kiss.
“You’re a good guy, Eddie Munson,” you breathe against his lips, and you practically feel the heat radiating off him as his blush spreads further and deeper, as though he doesn’t already have his cock in your hands and his body mashed to yours.
You take advantage of this moment of distraction to throw your leg over his and roll, flipping the two of you so that his back hits the mattress and you’re straddling his hips.
“I promise, I’m more than ready. And this will feel good. For both of us.” And with that you sink down onto his cock.
It’s a stretch and it aches, for sure. For the most part his instincts and worries were correct. He’s big. But you were also correct in saying that you were ready. You’re dripping and clenching and you need him. He’s inside you but it’s not enough. Especially not when he’s grabbing your thighs in order to stay grounded and squeezing his eyes shut against the pleasure, gasping.
When you start to move, Eddie looks like he’s lost his mind. He gazes up at you, eyes darting as if he’s not sure where to look - starting at the place where you’re joined, where your pussy takes him in until your hips roll up and expose the shaft of his cock, gleaming with your slick. He looks at your lips, parted and plump, taking in gasping inhales; your eyes which watch him with lust and wanting.
But Eddie settles his gaze on your breasts. Encased in lace and bouncing as you bounce on his cock. He’s biting his lip so hard you worry he’ll bleed, and his fingers are making bruises in your thighs from the force of his fixation.
“Here,” you say, prying his hands from your thighs and bringing them up to support your breasts. His eyes go wide and he squeezes as a reflex, watching your plush flesh dimple beneath his fingers, threatening to spill for the cups of your bra.
“What are you thinking about?” you ask, breathless, laughing at the fact that he looks almost in pain.
“I’m thinking that you can’t be real. I read one too many dirty magazines and I smoked a bad strain and - oh god.” Eddie throws his head back against the pillow in ecstasy. You follow him down so he doesn’t lose purchase on your breasts. Bearing your weight down on him with your hands anchored on his chest you roll your hips, moving up and down on him faster. Eddie struggles to continue his train of thought.
“I’m worried I’m high out of my mind and that I’m hallucinating you. A vixen my - fuck! A vixen my masochistic mind made up to terrorize me.”
You laugh at his dramatics and lean further down to mouth at his jaw. He shudders beneath you and you clench, making him moan.
“Yeah? Worried you’ll sober up and realize you were humping the bed?” You tease. You slide a hand down his chest, over his abdomen and to your clit, inhaling sharply at your own additional stimulation. “Or that you’re tugging on your dick by yourself?”
“Jesus f-fuck,” he grits out.
“Well you’re not, Eddie. I’m here and you’re fucking me,” you whisper in his ear, relishing in the way goosebumps spring up noticeably on his skin. You speed up your ministrations on your clit and your voice hits a higher pitch to match the desperation in your pistoning hips. “You’re doing so well, Eddie. You make me…oh.”
Eddie’s hands move to your ass now, taking over in a way he hasn’t before. He grips your curves and pulls your pelvis against his, lifting up to rut deep into you so that you cry out. Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust his hips up into you, setting a new pace that’s entirely his own. Your jaw drops and he swallows your gasps when you realize he’s now in control.
“I didn’t thank you for the surprise,” he whispers hoarsely against your skin. You can’t reply to ask him what he means. Not with him now repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars. Thankfully he keeps going. “Dressed up all pretty for me.”
“Oh god, yes Eds. Just for you.”
Eddie pulls you up by the back of the neck gently so he can look into your unfocused eyes.
“For me? All this, just for me, yeah?”
The words are teasing. The nature of the words send a thrill up your spine as you realize this is a glimpse of what he might soon become when his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable with being intimate with you. But you can still hear the sincerity of the question. The need for confirmation and validation.
“Yeah Eddie. It’s all yours,” you confirm with a frantic nod. Eddie’s eyes get impossibly darker and he groans. His eyes flash down and he grabs one of your breasts.
“Your tits? These mine?” He asks and you buck down into him at the way he squeezes the flesh, rolling your nipple.
“Yes.”
“What about this right here?” he asks, sliding down to your pussy. His hand nudges yours away and he swirls his finger around your clit making you cry out.
“Oh god yes!”
His hand goes up to your throat and pulls you down then for a deep kiss full of longing and questions and answers and you lose the conversation for a moment, just feeling Eddie and your impending release.
When he pulls back his thumb presses against your wet lower lip.
“These?” He asks, swiping over your lip. You can only nod.
It’s then, under the pressure of his eye contact that you fall apart. You ascend, calling out his name and arching back, trying to push him as deep into you as possible to ride out the contractions of your orgasm.
In the fog of your come down you vaguely register him rolling you onto your back again, thrusting hastily till he’s outwardly panting.
He pulls out of you too soon, leaving you empty and aching, but you smile wide at the look of pleasure and agony on his features as he pumps his own cock.
“Oh god oh fuck,” he slurs as he finally cums, his release painting across the lace of your panties which he’d hastily pushed back over your wet cunt.
He hangs his head when he’s finally milked himself dry, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your waist. Panting as he tries to get control of his breath.
When he finally speaks, he gives you a sheepish smile.
“I…I think I ruined it,” he says, gesturing to your messy lingerie. You laugh and pull him down ontop of you, pressing the mess of your pelvises between you.
“Good. You owe me a new set Munson. And I think I like having you in my debt,” you tease, nipping at his ear.
“I’m always in your debt, my vixen,” he mumbles, kissing you on the neck.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a little fic about eddie and your stuffed animals, and him finally getting one of his own. [600]
𝐀/𝐍: so @mindidjarin and i were talking about how much eddie would love your stuffed animals and we wanted to share what we came up with!
Eddie is absolutely obsessed with your stuffed animals. From the first time he came over to your house, he’s always taken an interest in them- asking you their names and when you got them. It makes you so happy that he didn’t mind them because you’d been so anxious about him making fun of you- even considering hiding your collection away under your bed.
But now, without fail, you can always find Eddie lying on your bed, looking a little out of place, with one of your childhood teddies held close to his chest. His favourite thing to do with them is to talk in a, shockingly bad, British accent- performing various dramatic monologues, moving the animal’s paws as he speaks them. At first, you thought he was doing it to make you laugh, but deep down, Eddie is the one having all the fun.
One day when, as usual, he’s lying among your stuffed animals, you ask him why he always gravitates towards them when he enters your room. With a sheepish smile and a flushed face, he tells you about how he didn’t really have any when he was younger- always moving houses and never having much money meant that these things were never a priority. By the time he moved in with Wayne, he just assumed he was too old for that kind of thing.
Your heart broke hearing this. He of course shrugged it off and said it was fine, that others have worse childhoods. But you couldn’t help wanting to do a little something for younger Eddie.
The next day, you go down to your nearest shopping mall and meticulously search for the perfect stuffed animal. You really want something that fits Eddie’s personality, and you aren’t going to settle for anything but the best.
Finally, you find the perfect bear, and you race back to his trailer. When you get there, a confused Eddie looks down at the gift bag you’re clutching excitedly, practically bouncing up and down on his front step. You drag him inside, not being able to wait a moment longer, and hand him his present.
He pulls it from the bag, making the normal sized bear look tiny in his ringed fingers. “I wanted to buy you your first bear,” you explain to him.
The smile he gives you makes the two hour hunt worth it. It’s hard not to get choked up when you see the emotion in his chocolate brown eyes, almost like it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him.
With a boyish smile, he introduces himself to the bear and talks in the same voice he uses for your stuffed animals. “His name is Teddy Munson,” you tell him with a giggle.
He looks between you and the bear, appearing sceptical at the choice of name at first, before shaking its paw and sternly saying, “a pleasure to meet you, Mr Teddy Munson.”
Eddie kisses you on the forehead, lingering there for a few moments as he caresses your cheekbone. You know what he means, what he’s trying to wordlessly say, and you return the gesture with a kiss to the nose before also introducing yourself to the new member of the family.
Teddy does not leave his side for the rest of the night, even joining the both of you on the couch to watch a movie. You begin to think maybe this wasn’t the best idea as he insists on wedging him between you both as you sleep. You pout, missing your usual cuddles. But it all fades away when you wake in the middle of the night to find him cuddling the bear close to his chest, looking so peaceful and beautiful. Maybe even the most metal boyfriend deserves something soft in his life.
When you and Eddie are 9, he falls off the monkey bars at school and breaks his arm. You sit with him and hold his good hand while the teachers call an ambulance. He looks up at you with big brown tearful eyes and a sniffle and says “Don’t leave me.” You hold his hand tighter and shake your head, “I won’t.” You say.
When Eddie gets his cast on you’re the first person to sign it. You write your name with a little heart next to it in red marker. “Do you think I can get Stacey Carmichael to sign it?” Eddie asks. You frown a little and your tummy feels weird at the thought. Stacey is in the grade above you and she’s the coolest girl in school. “Dunno” you shrug before Mr. Munson calls from the living room to tell you your parents are here to take you home.
When Eddie is 11 he starts a band called Corroded Coffin. You think it’s a funny name but Eddie tells you that it’s really metal. You tell the boys they should enter the middle school talent show and they do. They come 4th but Eddie is so happy that he picks you up and spins you around even though you’re taller than him. “You didn’t even win!” You laugh as he spins you, “I don’t care, that was so fun!”
When you and Eddie are 12, you fall off your bike riding down the big hill near the trailer park. You scrap your knees and chin and you’re crying all messily. “Eddie! It hurts!” You sob as Eddie holds your face in his little hands to look at your chin. “I know. Let me go get Uncle Wayne!” And then Eddie runs as fast as you’ve ever seen back to the trailer to get Mr. Munson who comes speeding down with Eddie and a first aid kit in hand. “Okay, little miss, what have you done to yourself, hmm?” Eddie holds your hand while Mr. Munson patches you up.
When you’re 13, John Baker kisses you at the snowball dance while you’re slow dancing to a song you don’t know. It was okay but your mom’s lipstick you stole gets on his lips and he has to go to the bathroom to clean it off. “I kissed John!” You tell Eddie who is sitting on the bleachers looking bored. Eddie screws up his face “Yuck.” You frown, “I didn’t say it was yuck when you kissed Jessica Thompson!” You argue. “Did you use tongue?” Eddie asks. This time you screw up your face. “Gross! No!” Eddie shrugs, “Then it wasn’t a real kiss.” You don’t think that’s true.
When you and Eddie become freshman’s he joins a club called Hellfire and it’s all he talks about. “Our DM is so cool! He listens to Judas Priest just like me!” “The campaign is so fun!” “Look at the shirt that they gave us! I’m never taking it off.” He can’t hang out at lunch anymore because he sits with the Hellfire club and that makes you sad but you don’t tell him that. You’re just happy he’s happy.
When you reach sophomore year, you and Eddie agree that Friday nights are your dedicated nights to hang out. Eddie came to you at the end of freshman year saying he missed you and you were so happy you almost cried. You barely saw him anymore so now that you have a night just for you, you couldn’t be happier.
When Eddie turns 16 you surprise him with an audition at the hideout for Corroded Coffin to play every Tuesday night. It might just be a few drunks that heckle at them every gig, but Eddie literally tackles you onto his bed and almost squishes you in thanks. He’s bigger than you now.
When you and Eddie are 17, you’ve become somewhat of the band manager. You help them unpack and pack every night and Eddie usually drops you home after. The rest of the band have left and it’s just you and Eddie hauling the last of the equipment in the back when you almost fall out the back of the van. Eddie is underneath you in an instant, catching you bridal style. “You saved me.” You laugh as you hop down to your feet. Eddie doesn’t laugh, he just looks down at you “‘Course I did. I always will.” He says. It makes your stomach flutter and before you know it you’re leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. You pull away and stare up at him nervously watching as Eddie’s face breaks into a smile. “Y’know, it’s not a real kiss unless there’s tongue.” He says. You slap at his shoulder.
When you’re 17 and 6 months, you’re at Eddie’s trailer and Mr. Munson isn’t home. You’re in Eddie’s bed and you’re both in your underwear and under the covers. Eddie is kissing all over your face, “You sure you wanna? We don’t have to.” He asks for the millionth time. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You reassure him.
When you turn 18, Eddie gives you a little box. You open it and find his guitar pick necklace curled up in the soft velvet. “Eddie,” you gasp, “I can’t accept this. This is the most important thing to you.” Eddie pushes a piece of hair behind you ear and leans in close, “You’re the most important thing to me.”
When you and Eddie are 20, Eddie finally graduates high school. He runs up to you and Mr. Munson (‘Call me Uncle Wayne’ he told you a million times before) and picks you up and spins you around in his cap and gown. “You did it!” You cheer, giving him a loving kiss. He holds your face in his hands “I fucking did it.”
For the spookinktober writing challenge. Prompt: praise @sparklingsin
CW: 18+ (minors DNI) language, loss of virginity, praise, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex
"Are you sure?", Eddie asks hesitantly.
He’d been so patient and careful with you, enduring months of jacking off alone after you had ended heated make out sessions abruptly.
Of course, Eddie has assured you that it was fine. He understood that you hadn't been ready, too nervous to be so vulnerable with him just yet.
Finally ready, you were laid out on Eddie’s bed, looking up at him with a soft smile. It seemed like he was just as nervous as you were, wanting to make this good for you.
Candles littered his uncharacteristically clean room, bed made and clothes neatly hung in the closet instead of their usual home on the floor.
Eddie’s big brown eyes were even more beautiful in the flickering glow from the candles, making your stomach twist with want.
"Just relax, I'll take care of you, I promise."
You take a deep, steadying breath and nod, “I know you will.”
Eddie brings one hand up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
You hesitantly open your eyes, the wind knocked out of you by the love and hunger you see in Eddie’s.
“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he breathes, slinking down the bed to settle between your thighs.
Spreading them further, he places a kiss to your mound, looking up at you for approval. A quick nod is all he needs to spread you with his fingers, kissing your clit gently.
He chuckles at your sharp inhale, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your clit as his tongue darts out taste.
Your head falls back into the pillows, mouth slack as a breathy moan escapes. Eyes sliding shut, your hands travel down to rest against his shoulders.
“Hey”, Eddie says as he pulls away from your core, looking up at you.
Eyes opening, you peer down at him questioningly.
“What did I say? Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me make you cum.”
You do as you’re told, watching his every move as he does exactly what he said he would.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, he sucks the bud into his mouth as he moans, the vibrations sending a spike of pleasure through you. His fingers circle your hole slowly, a guttural groan escaping you as he stretches you gently.
Eddie eats you out like he does everything, loud and full of exuberance. The filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up your wetness and your moans only spur him on, trying to pull more sounds from your parted lips. He looks up at you, holding your gaze as he hums, chuckling into your folds when you gasp.
Your orgasm builds quickly, so much faster than when you touch yourself alone that you’re almost shocked when you feel it about to hit.
“Close”, is all you can mumble before pleasure rushes over you, back arching as you tumble over the edge.
“There you go”, Eddie praises as he watches you writhe on his fingers, feeling how tight you’re squeezing them. He can’t let himself think about how tight you’re going to be around his dick or he’ll come on the spot.
Chest heaving, you fall back onto the pillows, arm hiding your face as you giggle.
“What’s so funny?”, Eddie asks, flopping down onto the mattress beside you.
“S’just really good”, your chest vibrates with your laughter.
Eddie laughs with you, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Y’know, if you thought that was good, I think actual sex is going to rock your world.”
“Oh, is that so?, you ask, reaching to cup the bulge in his jeans. “Then get over here and show me.”
Eddie gasps, hips bucking up into your touch. He fists the sheets as he watches you settle between his legs, fingers making quick work of getting his clothes off.
A loud, broken moan comes from your boyfriend when your mouth hovers over his erection, a firm hand wrapping about the base.
Tongue darting out, you lap at the head, humming at the taste of his precum.
“Hah—baby”, Eddie says hurriedly, arms shooting out to pull you up. “If you do that I won’t last.”
You can’t help but pout, a soft humph rumbling in your chest.
“Next time, I promise”, he pulls you down against his chest before he rolls you so he’s now looming over you.
“Next time? That’s a little cocky, assuming there’s going to be a next time”, you gasp against his lips as his cock grinds against your core, head catching on your swollen clit.
“Confident”, Eddie corrects, pulling you into a heated kiss, hips continuing to grind into yours.
He takes hold of the base of his cock, tapping the head against your soaked hole. “Ready?”
You nod, giving him a soft smile. “Ready”, you reply breathlessly.
Eddie braces one hand next to your head on the pillow, slowly guiding himself into you.
Gasping sharply when the head sinks in, your brow furrows as you hiss.
“Shh. I know, I know”, he soothes, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just breathe.”
“‘Kay”, you let out a shaky breath, “kiss me?”
Your lips meet in a fervent kiss, Eddie putting every ounce of love and affection into it in the hopes of soothing your discomfort.
“Okay”, you breathe against his cheek. “You can keep going.”
He sinks into you inch by inch, the hand at the base of his cock moving to grip your hip as he bottoms out.
“You're doing so well for me", Eddie croons down at you, eyes soft and loving as he mouths at the hinge of your jaw.
Panting into each other’s mouths, he stays still until you murmur, “move” against his lips.
The slow drag of his cock inside of you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, nerves lighting up with pleasure. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat damp skin as you pant into his neck.
“Okay?”, Eddie asks breathlessly, keeping his thrusts gentle as he falls into a steady rhythm.
“Yes”, you moan into his neck, mouth latching on to suck an angry bruise into the skin. “More.”
Eddie lifts himself off of you to sit up a bit, hands under your ass as he shifts the position of your hips.
A wolffish grin spreads across his face as your back arches, a needy whimper escaping as you babble. “Ohmygod, Eddie. So fucking good. I can’t—fuck.”
He quickens his pace, hips snapping into yours as the head of his cock drags deliciously against your gspot. 
You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under him, face and chest flushed and heaving.
Eddie’s not much better, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead as he groans long and loud, feeling you start to tighten around him. He’s trying his best to hold off his own orgasm until you come.
His hand settles between you, thumb making quick circles against your clit. Your hips buck into his touch, rocking yourself down onto his cock as he thrusts in.
“I can feel how tight you’re getting, are you gonna come for me?”
Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm builds.
Eddie feels your muscles start to seize, your legs shaking as you teeter on the edge. He leans in close, growling into your ear.
“C’mon, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come for me. Need to feel you come on my cock.”
That’s all you need to hear before you’re shaking apart, howling as your orgasm washes over you, so intense your vision whites out for a moment or two.
Eddie hunches over your, groaning into your ear as he slams into you a handful of times before he’s gone, biting down on your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.
He rolls off of you after a moment, pulling you in to tuck you into his side as you both catch your breath.
“So, will there be a next time?”, Eddie teases.
You elbow him, giggling when he makes a wounded noise for show. “Oh fuck off.”
thank you @n00t-no0t for tagging me, this was so fun to do! <3
tagging a few lovelies: @honeystevie, @psychedelic-ink, @wint3r-h3art, @thornsnvultures, @inklore, @that-sarcastic-writer, @alohastyles-x &anyone else who'd love to do it!!!! <3
Can I request Eddie with a s/o who gets migraines? It’s only a matter of time before my next one and I’d like some comfort fodder for when it hits
Hiii babes!! Sure, I’m sorry you suffer from migraines I know those can be the absolute worst! I hope you enjoy this💖
*I just see Eddie being so sweet and willing to do/try anything to make you feel better*
“How’s this?” You feel a small sense of relief as Eddie turns the lights out in your bedroom. Just a few hours earlier you felt the throbbing in your head and you knew what was going to happen, a migraine was on its way. “That help at all sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he also closes the curtains.
You just close your eyes as you feel Eddie slide into the bed next to you, he quickly pulls you into his chest and places his lips to your temple. You feel the pain in your head begin to slowly fade to a dull throb as Eddie’s hands make their way into your hair so he can gently massage your scalp and your temples, something he’s learned helps in moments like these. You let out a sigh of relief as you melt into his touch, his warm hands working their magic on your migraine.
“Tell me what you need baby.” His voice is a whisper as he leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head. “You want me to get the eye mask thing from the freezer?” He asks and you just nod your head slowly so it doesn’t cause the throbbing to get any worse, Eddie just quickly gives your forehead a kiss before his hands move from your hair so he can go to the kitchen and grab your frozen eye mask you keep for headaches.
“Just lay down sweetheart,” Eddie softly instructs as he returns to the bed with your eye mask, you do as he says and rest your head on his chest as he works his way behind you so you’re laying between his legs. He gently places the eye mask over your closed eyes causing a little gasp to escape your lips and your body to jolt a bit from how cold it is. “I know it’s cold but it helps.” His hands go back to your hair so he can continue to massage your scalp and rub his thumbs over your temples.
“Thank you.” Eddie smiles as your soft quiet voice hits his ears, he knows when a migraine hits the last thing you want to do is talk a lot so he just leans down and places a few kisses to the top of your head.
“Don’t need to thank me baby.” You smile and begin to feel yourself wanting to fall asleep with Eddie’s hands in your hair in the dark room with the eye mask helping soothe the throbbing going on in your head. “You can go to sleep sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He mumbles into your hair as he feels your body relax in his hold.
“Love you.” You mumble half asleep making Eddie chuckle softly, trying his best not to disturb you. He gently removes one hand from your hair so he can carefully flip the mask over so the colder side is covering your eyes.
“I love you too princess.” He whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.💖
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a short drabble about waking matt up on his birthday.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: handjob, oral (m!receiving)
𝐚/𝐧: this is just something i’ve been thinking about all day since i saw it was matt’s birthday!
“mmm, what are you up to, sweetheart?” matt asks, his voice deep and laced with sleep.
“oh just a little somethin’ for the birthday boy,” you smile cheekily against the curls at the base of his cock.
“oh, really now?” he laughs, clearly becoming a little excited for what’s about to come.
matt groans when you finally take him in your hand. he’s warm and soft against your palm as you start to pump him up and down, using the small beads of pre-cum to aid your movements.
you take him into the hot cavern of your mouth after swirling your tongue teasingly around the tip. loud moans and the sound of matt’s heavy breathing fills his apartment as you work him closer to the edge. he bucks his hips up as you litter his thighs and stomach with open-mouthed kisses, desperately whining your name and pleading for more.
“s-shit, baby. you’re so good at this,” he tells you as he fists the sheets beside him.
before you know it, spurts of hot, white cum paint the soft skin of his stomach, the way you rolled his sac with your free hand having pushed him over the edge.
you appreciate the sight before you- matt with his legs spread wide, panting and flushed, unfocused eyes cast towards the ceiling, his spend coating his sculpted abs- it feels like it should be your birthday, getting to see something as beautiful as this.
“sweetheart,” matt finally manages to say, “that was the best birthday present ever.”
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your pizza delivery comes at a bit of an awkward time. [400]
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: eddie being his usual chaotic self, embarrassing situations, mentions of smut, minors dni!
𝐚/𝐧: this was requested by @munsonloverblog and can be read either as a stand-alone, or as part two of this blurb. please drop me an ask if you have any other ideas for funny little pieces like this!
there’s a loud knock at the trailer door.
eddie stills his thrusts, buried deep inside you, a look of panic stricken across both your faces. you can’t help the laughter that escapes your mouth- your giggles causing you to clench unintentionally around his cock. he whines loudly before pulling out reluctantly.
“shit, it must be the pizza,” eddie says, scrambling round to find some sort of clothing. he fails in his search, only being able to find his boxers. the rest of his clothes are probably scattered around the rest of the trailer, neither of you being able to wait another second to get your hands on each other.
you’re no help whatsoever as he nearly falls over with one leg in his underwear, just about managing to grab onto the nearest wall in time. he moves to readjust himself, trying to hide the very obvious tent surrounding his crotch. raising his arms in despair, he gives up and decides just to hope for the best. you giggle loudly at his struggle, but he finds it hard to be mad at you- considering you’re still naked and all.
eddie gives you one last look of disapproval before hurrying out of the bedroom, his unruly hair even more messy than usual, fringe sticking up in all directions. you hear the exchange between him and the delivery guy at the door.
“wow, dude, you look like you’ve just had a really good workout.”
“oh yeah, yeah, just keeping fit… you know how it is.”
you don’t catch the rest, instead moving to slide under the covers and await his return. he appears a moment later holding two pizza boxes, his usually pale skin flushed beetroot red.
“is eddie munson embarrassed?” you tease, a fake scandalised tone to your voice.
“shut up,” he mumbles, although you can tell he’s trying not to laugh, too.
shuffling over to the bed, he places the food in your lap. “i hope it’s good pizza. the whole ordeal scared my boner away, and there’s no chance it’s coming back any time soon.”
“oh no, you poor thing,” you laugh again and eddie tries to roll his eyes, but the sound is like music to his ears. he finally caves, collapsing beside you in a fit of giggles.
“he said, ‘have a good night,’ and winked at me as he left,” he recalls with his head in his hands, looking well and truly traumatised.
“oh, i’m pretty sure we will. pizza and sex is the perfect combination.”
i don’t know what it is, but this guy holds you so tight against his chest that you struggle to even breathe. and that’s only when he’s not directly on top of you, his face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, just taking in your smell. it takes all your strength not to sneeze and wake him up when his unruly curls tickle your nose.
if you try to push him away, expect him to get grouchy and mumble. even if he is fully asleep, this man will know. there is no escape from the world’s softest metalhead.
he’s also got this habit of holding your breasts as he sleeps. there’s just something about the warmth and the softness of them that he finds so comforting. bonus points for if he also gets to throw his leg over your hip, that way every single part of you is touching him.
eddie always has the best night’s sleep when you’re over at his trailer. as for your quality of sleep? maybe not so much, but you’d do anything to hear his soft little snores as he burrows his nose further into your neck.
