I am begging you guys anybody please if anyone sees this can you guys do a Eddie Munson x female reader fanfic off of this TikTok like I am yearning for something sweet, fluffy and smutty and romance, all smashed into one! this TikTok just made me desperately want this and yes, I am back. I finished school and I’m trying to get back into reading so I know this is kind of random but please I’m begging for any of my talented writer friends please come up with something and tag me 🤍😩
Update: @beasbrain did an aamaaazing job bringing this to life check out the fic https://www.tumblr.com/beasbrain/813101111954243585/no-one-like-you 🤍
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Hello hello my lovee!! Yes i am back i am trying to get in some reading before school starts i miss you too! ILY too i was thinking about sending you an ask on a idea for a short one shot of Eddie eeek😩🫶🏻
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“You sure you want to do this?”
Eddie’s chest was heaving, like he couldn’t calm his breaths. His brown eyes were half lidded, pupils blown. A cigarette dangled from his pointer and middle fingers as he leaned back against his headboard, the smoke trailing up and up into his bedroom. Music played from his stereo, background noise.
Eddie, shirtless with his tight jeans low on his hips. You, already stripped down to your lingerie, sitting on your knees between his legs. Looking up at him, taking in the view.
“Yeah,” he said, voice gruff.
The corner of your lips quirked up in a small smirk.
Your best friend had asked you to take his virginity, and who were you to say no? Especially when he looked this good.
“Are you hard?” you asked him, your voice a mere whisper.
“So fucking hard,” he whispered back. He took another drag from his cigarette and his right hand slid down his body, so slowly, until he was rubbing over the straining bulge in his jeans. His eyes never left you once.
You licked your lips. God, you wanted a taste of him. You were so wet already, panties clinging uncomfortably to you. You just wanted Eddie to take them off already. Nipples hard in the confines of your bra, clit throbbing with how badly you wanted him.
“Y’want something?” he asked you pointedly, voice still so low, the smoke pouring from his lips.
You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”
“Well, you gotta tell me, baby,” he drawled. “You gotta tell me what you want.”
Your hands danced up his thighs, sending chills through his body even though the thick material of his jeans. “Wanna see your cock.”
Eddie grunted as your hands reached his lap. Your palm lightly rubbed over his bulge - he really was rock fucking hard - and he let out a low groan, more smoke coming from his mouth.
“Go ‘head then,” he mumbled. He ashed the cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table, long finger tapping against the filter. Then he was bringing it back to his lips, his eyes moving back to you.
You rubbed your hand over him one more time before your hands moved up to the metal handcuffs on his belt. You fumbled with it at first - why does he have to wear this stupid thing - but finally worked it open. The button and zipper were much easier, but pulling the tight jeans down his legs with his cock this hard was its own struggle.
Eddie lifted his hips off the bed, helping you get them down. The denim tossed onto the floor with a clang from his belt and chain, you turned your attention to the tent in his boxers.
You leaned forward, Eddie’s breathing becoming more shallow the closer you got to where he wanted you. You saw another cloud of smoke pass by just as you nuzzled your face against his clothed cock - his hardness contrasting against the soft skin of your cheek. Eddie let out a little gasp that turned into the softest moan. His cock twitched against your face as you rubbed against it. You stuck your tongue out, licking over his head through the material, already wet from his precum.
His hips jerked up unintentionally. “Fuckin’ tease,” he mumbled, cigarette sitting between his lips.
You hummed, mouthing at his cock through his boxers. He was big, that was obvious. How had he been hiding all this from you for so long?
Eddie’s head tipped back against the wall as he groaned - you weren’t sure if it was pleasure, frustration, or both. The muscles in his soft stomach flexed.
“That’s enough,” he muttered, his right hand coming down to lightly pull at your hair.
“You don’t like it?” you asked, all wide eyed innocence although you were anything but.
“Doing this shit on purpose,” he grumbled. “You know what I want.” His thumb caressed the side of your cheek. “I think you want it, too.”
You did. You slid your hands up his thighs until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You didn’t need to ask for permission - the desire was obvious. You slid them down so slowly he gave you a look - you smiled, finally pulling them all the way off.
His cock was pretty. It slapped against his lower belly, the tip ruddy and slick with precum that dribbled onto the skin of his stomach. You took in the vein lining the underside, the way his balls tensed as he watched you looking at this part of him.
“You’re staring.” He tilted his head, looking at you with way too much confidence for a virgin. “Y’like what you see?”
“S’big,” you commented, although you didn’t think he needed the ego boost. He looked like he already knew.
“Can you take it?” he asked quietly, bravado mixed with genuine concern. He ashed his cigarette again, distracted as he never took his eyes off you, some of the white ash spilling onto his table.
You wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, drawing a gasp from him at the first real contact. “I can take it,” you promised him.
He watched you closely as you stroked his cock slowly up and down, spreading the precum along his shaft. He was throbbing in your hand, pure need coursing through his veins. He let out a shaky breath before bringing the cigarette back for another drag.
“Are you gonna-“ he asked from around it, but cut himself off with a moan that pushed its way out of his lungs the second you wrapped those pretty lips around his tip. “Shit!” he cursed, nearly dropping his cigarette.
You nearly laughed, if your mouth hadn’t been busy. He was warm and heavy on your tongue, the salt of his skin mixed with the precum dripping from his slit. You worked your mouth down, opening your jaw wide to take his thick girth without scraping him with your teeth. When your nose touched the course curls at his base, he was so deep down your throat, the most pathetic whimpers coming from the man above you.
“Oh, that’s…” he drew in a quick breath. “Oh.”
You could hear him dragging on the cigarette again as you started bobbing your head along his length. You looked up at Eddie, eyes locked on you with his expression pained as the cigarette burned between his lips. He watched your reddened lips wrapped around him, slick with saliva that dripped down his shaft.
His breathing was ragged, quick. He wasn’t sure what to do with his free hand, so it was balled tightly in the sheets, white knuckled. Your movements were making him light headed, intoxicated. His heart pounded, blood rushing in his ears. You swirled your tongue around his tip and he cried out, head falling back against the wall again.
“You…” he gasped out, almost like he was accusing you of something. “Oh, fuck.”
You pulled him from your mouth, licking long, languid strokes from base to tip. You cupped his balls in your hand, feeling them tense at the contact before relaxing again. He watched you carefully as you placed soft kisses down his length until you reached his balls, sticking your tongue out and licking at them.
“Oh, oh-“ Eddie gasped, his body jolting, cigarette fumbling from his mouth and landing on the bed. “Shit,” he cursed, quickly grabbing the cig and dropping it in the ashtray, forgotten. A dark burn mark was left behind on his white sheets.
You moved back to his cock, still massaging his balls in your hand. You enveloped him in the warmth of your mouth once again, taking him until you were gagging, tears welling in your eyes and dripping your mascara down your cheeks. Eddie brought his hand to the side of your face, placing his hand against your cheek.
“Fuck,” he let out in a rush of breath. “Fuck yeah, Jesus, just like that. Right there- yeah-“
You hummed, swallowing around him, and he bucked up hard, cockhead hitting the back of your throat, making you choke on it.
“Jesus!” he cried, voice strained. “You gotta- baby, you gotta stop if we’re gonna keep going, I’m-“
You pulled off of him quickly, squeezing the base of his cock in your hand, just barely staving off his orgasm. He let out the most choked, pained moan, cock throbbing hard in your hand, tip red. He had been close, so close.
“Christ,” he breathed. His thighs were shaking, whole body flushed. “Come up here.”
You slowly climbed up his body, taking your time. You straddled his waist and carded your hand through his hair, pushing it back from his sweaty face. He looked up at you like he was seeing God.
“Can I…?” he asked, hands roaming over your body down to your ass over your silk panties. He licked his lips, eyeing between your legs.
“This is supposed to be about you,” you reminded him. You kissed across his cheek, to his ear, biting lightly on his earlobe. “Let me make you feel good.”
“But…” Eddie’s hands rubbed over the roundness of your ass, the plush of your thighs. “I wanna eat your pussy.” He looked up at you with those doe eyes that probably got him most things he wanted.
“Next time,” you promised him. His neglected cock twitched against his stomach at the thought of that - next time.
His hands slid up your back, slowly feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused hands. He reached your bra, fumbling with the clasp as he placed kisses all over your chest. You let him try for a while - you were just about to ask if he wanted help when it came undone and the bra fell from you, exposing your bare tits.
“Oh my god,” Eddie groaned. “You’re- you have the perfect tits.”
You giggled, but it turned to a moan when he stuck his tongue out and licked your nipple, then wrapped his lips around the bud. He flicked it with his tongue as he sucked, his hand massaging the other breast, thumb rubbing against the nipple.
“Eddie,” you moaned quietly. “Feels good.”
He abruptly flipped you over, surprising you, a little squeal coming from your lips. He pinned your wrists to the bed, kissing down to your neck. “Wanna fuck you now,” he mumbled.
“Yeah?” your eyes fell closed, breathing hard as Eddie sucked the skin of your neck, his teeth biting down just hard enough.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years,” Eddie muttered. “And I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.”
You could feel the proof of it pressed against your clothed core. Your cunt was clenching around nothing, just the thought of Eddie inside of you enough to drive you crazy.
He kissed down your body, trying to take his time but too eager to go slow. He kissed down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton as he went. You gasped - you’d never had a guy do that before.
He hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and looked up at you. You nodded once, and Eddie turned his attention back to the main event as he pulled the clothing down your body.
When they were discarded onto the floor, he slowly ran his hands up your legs, from your ankles to your knees. He spread them wide, his lips parting in awe as he looked down at your pussy - finally, finally.
He traced a finger through your folds, looking at the obscene amount of wetness coating his finger. In a moment of impulse he popped it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning as he sucked it clean. “I knew you’d be sweet.”
Eddie may have been a virgin, but everything he was doing was turning you on more than any other guy ever had. You weren’t even sure he was trying.
He leaned over you again, the warm weight of him covering your naked body, slotting his knee between your thighs. He kissed you then, slow and passionate and conveying every ounce of desire. You licked the seam of his lips and he opened with a moan. He was a little sloppy, totally inexperienced, but when you started massaging his tongue with yours, he melted right into it and let instinct carry him.
His cock was prodding at you, just as eager as Eddie was. He reached down and grabbed his aching cock, tracing it through your folds. He placed another single kiss to your lips, then sat up on his knees. He looked between your legs as he lined himself up, tip pressing right against your hole.
He drew in a deep breath. This was really happening.
“You ready?” he asked you softly. He gripped your thigh with his free hand, rubbing your skin with his thumb. He was looking at you tenderly - your best friend.
“I’m ready,” you nodded. You were a little nervous - you’d never been with a guy as big as Eddie, and what if this changed things? - but you wanted this.
Eddie nodded once back at you. He looked back down between your legs, then he was pushing in.
“Oh,” he breathed, that first push into your tight heat nearly taking his breath away. You inhaled sharply as he sunk in, slowly, carefully. When he was seated in you, he let out a long groan.
“It’s- you’re tight,” he rasped, hands trembling where they held your thighs. “So tight. And wet.”
“You can move,” you told him, slowly rolling your hips into him - which made his eyes go wide and a strangled moan crawl its way out of his throat.
But he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you until only his tip remained, then rolled back into you. He did that a few more times until his thrusts turned a little more shallow and he found his rhythm.
“Fuck, I’m- I’m in you,” he gasped out. “I’m fucking you. Christ.”
“Yeah, baby,” you purred. He was so cute. “You’re fucking me really good.”
He leaned over your body again, resting on his arm on the side of you while his left hiked your thigh up around his waist. “I am?”
“Yes,” you moaned, his cock so deep inside of you you could hardly breathe. You could feel him all over, your skin prickling with the electricity between you.
“Do you like it?” Eddie panted, hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping against your ass. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, yes,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his sheets. “Oh god, yes.”
Eddie pressed your foreheads together, looking deep into your eyes as your hips rocked together. Your lips were a breath apart, just swallowing each other’s moans.
“I love seeing you like this,” Eddie murmured. His eyes were so dark, pleasure written across his face. “Never thought I would.”
“Me either,” you huffed a laugh, and Eddie returned your smile. Yeah, you definitely never thought you’d get to see what your best friend looks like when he’s inside of you.
“Can I-“ he stopped, eyes darting down to your tits before looking back at your face. “Fuck. Can I…can I fuck you from behind?”
His question surprised you - but you wanted it, too. “Yeah, we can do that.”
Eddie let go of your thigh, pulling out of you slowly. It was a loss, his thick length pulling out of you. But then he flipped you over into your stomach and you arched your back, sticking your ass up for him.
“Holy shit,” Eddie said in a mixture of a moan and gasp, his shaking hands coming down to caress over your cheeks. “Your ass, Jesus Christ-“
You turned to look over your shoulder in time to see - and feel - Eddie sinking back into you. “Oh, shit, yeah,” he breathed. When he was fully in you again he held himself there for a second, just feeling you wrapped around him.
“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me, Eddie.”
His hips involuntarily jerked at your words - “Shit,” he hissed out - but he turned his uneven movements into another quick rhythm, pulling your hips back against him for the extra momentum.
He splayed his hand across your lower back as he fucked you, admiring the look of your body, the jiggle of your ass, the bounce of your tits. Every rut of his hips sent you sliding against the mattress, your mouth open, drool pooling on the sheets as he fucked you stupid.
How was he so good at this his first time?
Eddie’s hands were locked on your hips as he lost himself in the pleasure of your body. You were a whining, moaning mess as you babbled beneath him. “Yes, Eddie, please please please, more, don’t stop, I can’t, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, Eddie, please-“
“I’m gonna make you cum?” he asked, breathless and amazed. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Cum on my cock, wanna feel it. Wanna feel you cum on me.”
He dug his fingertips into the skin of your ass, leaving marks behind. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to hold on, just a little longer until you could finish. But he was so close, his denied orgasm from earlier building back up with a vengeance.
You reached underneath you and rubbed at your clit. It only took a second of the extra stimulation before you were pitching forward, crying out with a loud moan as your cunt clenched and throbbed around Eddie’s cock, soaking him.
“Shit!” Eddie cursed, losing his rhythm, just holding onto you and slamming into you with frantic desire. He could feel you pulsing around his cock, and it was too much, too much-
Eddie gasped out a yell of a moan as it all shattered - shockwaves pouring through his body like he’d never experienced, his hips jerking against you as he came ropes of his spend inside of you. You could feel the warmth of him filling you, his sweaty body practically laying over yours, heavy breaths and moans of your name against your back.
He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to crush you, either. He pulled out of you, some of his cum dripping from your pussy and down your skin. He stared.
You flattened, laying down on the bed. Your body felt used, aching, sore, but still tingling from the best orgasm you’d ever had. You heard Eddie leave before he came back and started wiping your skin with warm washcloth.
“Is that better?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.” You turned over, smiling up at him. You’d never had someone take care of you after sex before. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He was quiet now, seeming a little shy for once in his life. “Did you…like it?”
“I loved it,” you promised him - and you had. “Did you?”
Eddie’s eyes widened at that. “Are you kidding? That was fucking incredible.” He crawled over you, kissing you again, his lips just barely brushing yours until they pressed firmer. When he pulled away, he nuzzled his forehead against your neck.
“So…when’s that next time?” he asked, eager smile on his lips.
Right now, if you had any say in it.
as always, comments & reblogs are so appreciated!!
18+ mdni. smut. mean!exhusband!eddie;) breeding kink if you squint a lil
a/n: i was not expecting to post again so soon but this genuinely couldn’t wait lol. i have another parts to this little piece so lmk if you’d like to see it. someone posted a really really good exhusband!eddie fic like a month ago and ive lost it, but they inspired this entire thing!
^it was this post by @madelynraemunson !!!
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eddie wasn’t expecting to find you standing on the other side of the door, nor had he expected you to barge right past him and into his kitchen.
you seemed to show up with zero rhyme or reason, typically wanting something from him.
that was fine, appreciated even.
he just wasn’t a fan of you waltzing into his home with the sole purpose of talking about your pig of a husband.
“david wanted me to ask you if he could take the kids up to washington to see his parents,” you stand awkwardly at the kitchen island, his apartment a shell of the house you once owned together.
eddie pauses, launching the dish towel onto the counter and laughs, deep and gravely as he swings back around, “no.”
“why not?” you huff, blinking expectantly at your petulant ex. he’d always been a sucker for your eyes, divorce couldn’t changed that.
“because i said so,” leaning against the marbled counter, “he asked you to ask me and i said no, that’s it. done.”
“you’re being stubborn,” crossing your arms over your chest, scolding in the way you talk to him.
“i don’t care.”
“eddie,” stepping forward.
“sweetheart,” his tone disapproving as he also steps up, closing the gap between you, “no,” enunciating the word in hopes that you’d actually understand now.
“don’t be an asshole,” you frown, a couple years ago you’d pout and get your own way but now eddie found great satisfaction in telling you no.
“i’m not being an asshole, you asked me a question and i answered, dave can go to washington, but you and my kids can’t,” his lip twitching into a dastardly smirk. any minute now you’d crack, really let loose on his ass.
“oh, so now i can’t go? who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” poking your sharp finger into his chest, a fury behind your eye that almost instantly made him hard.
“the father of our kids? or have you forgotten about that?”
“unfortunately not,” rolling your eyes, nonetheless you make no effort to leave, your bag already on the counter, signifying that what he assumed would happen next was definitely going to happen next.
“you don’t mean that,” sidling closer, trapping your body between the counter and his chest, “because if you did, you wouldn’t let me keep fucking the shit outta you.”
eddie’s rock solid now, this was foreplay for him, getting high off of the way you argued with him, degrading him right to his face.
“shut up,” rolling your eyes to the back of your head, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, “you’re so pathetic,” glancing down at his boner now pressing against your cunt.
“mmhmm,” he wouldn’t fight it, in fact, he’s proud of it, “only for you though,” finding your hips, palming at the doughy flesh.
your lips twitch and he knows he’s won this fight, planting your lips to his, a firm hand on his chest just to remind him who was really in charge.
sighing into your mouth as you move against him, his hands running beneath the seam of your skirt, feeling his way up the backs of your thighs to settle on your ass.
“eds,” you hum, pulling away from his lips, “i’ve gotta go pick the boys up,” making zero effort to stop the inevitable, your chest flush against his.
“well better make it quick this time then,” he growls, walking your body into the countertop, manhandling your body to face you against the hard counter, pressing up against the swell of your ass. his belt clinks as his jeans fall down around his thighs, boxers following behind.
“this is.. i have to go,” you gasp, rolling your head back to allow his lips room to find your neck, nuzzling right into his favourite spot just tucked underneath your jaw.
“then why don’t you leave?” his gruff voice vibrates against your chin as his hands slide underneath your shirt, spilling your tits from your bra to get a full handed grope of them.
your hand rests atop of his, the other gripping to the countertop for dear life.
you’re not going to leave, that much is obvious. eddie’s also fairly certain that you’ve got at least an hour before you have to go. he’s not stupid, you play the game just as much as he does, pretending to leave just to pounce on him straight after.
“that’s what i thought,” sarcastic as ever, threatening to score violet splotches behind on your neck, though his lips detach before he’s able to.
eddie lets his thoughts slip back to the reason you’re even here, letting himself get frustrated by your blind audacity all over again.
“you must be fucking stupid coming in here, asking me shit like that,” his large, calloused hand pawing at your tits, the other yanking your panties down to hang around your thighs.
“no i’m not,” arguing back though you’re completely docile, allowing him to bend your torso over the marbled countertop, his hands groping your plush skin. “he’s my..” sigh, “husband now and you need to- fu-uck respect that,” fingers curling around his arm, pinching at the skin when he slides inside with no warning.
“what was that?” eddie mocks, slamming into your cunt with little remorse, full of years of pent up frustration and a tiny dose of regret.
once upon a time, this was his everyday. having you absolutely anywhere he wanted, and now it was solely reserved for times you really needed him to agree to something. or perhaps david had done something stupid, as he often did. sending you running back to eddie like a feeble little deer.
“shut up,” sighing in time with his rough strokes, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes through his barren kitchen, filthy sounds of sex wailed through his apartment far more often than they should.
before you’d met david, he’d see you once a week while dropping the kids off, maybe he’d get to taste you a couple times a month, if he was lucky. it was only after you remarried that you’d come around unannounced, asking about something that most definitely could’ve been a call.
eddie doesn’t care, you’re the only woman for him anyway, a couple divorce papers couldn’t change that.
“you fuckin’ love it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and fiercely tugging your head back, “y’gotta drive all the way over here just to cum, ain’t that sad?” speaking low right into your ear, his arms keeping a strong hold of your torso as your knees grow weak.
“you don’t.. you’re- fuck you,” knuckles glowing white with your grip on the counter, other hand desperately nuzzling between your thighs, circling your neglected clit.
“have to speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” the tip of his cock nudges against your soft spot, eliciting a strangled mewl from your pretty wetted lips.
“i can make myself cum,” you speak proudly through gritted teeth, voice bouncing around with every slam of his hips, “i don’t need you,” rubbing your clit harsher, as if to prove a point.
“oh yeah? show me baby.. let me see you cum,” slowing his strokes but keeping his cock firmly enveloped inside, jaw clenching with every squeeze and quiver of your cunt.
eddie palms your tit, getting as much satisfaction from this as you were. your whimpers alone could make him cum, hell, just a look and he was rock solid in his jeans.
“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” gasping into the air, leant back against his shoulder, head turning to hide in the nook of his neck as you teeter over, waves of pleasure shocking your body.
“shit,” he grunts underneath his breath, feeling you writhe around in his arms, “that was good sweetheart, my turn,” resuming his assault on your cunt, breath stuttering as his hips begin to rock again.
his hand replaces yours, slipping between your thighs to find your clit, thrusts becoming sloppy and weak as the blood rushes to his head, sending his stomach into a series of somersaults.
even in your separation, your pleasure came first. an important pocket of information wayne had awkwardly handed him when his voice started cracking and girls no longer had cooties.
you’re putty in his arms, fully relying on the countertop to keep you upright, thighs quivering with the intensity of your orgasm and the anticipation of the quickly approaching next one.
“oh.. my.. god,” whining with every thrust, your voice thick with lustrous air, too fucked out to stand or even think straight.
“i’m gonna, sh-shit cum sweetheart,” pounding recklessly into your trembling pussy, dripping in a mixture of your juices.
you clench around him, tipping over the edge once more, barely able to hold yourself upright with shaking knees and a harsh grip of his arm.
eddie isn’t, nor had he ever been one for pulling out, he liked running that risk, the thrill of maybe knocking you up again.
three kids don’t happen without at least one accident, that’s for sure.
he doesn’t now, pumping the thick ropes of his release into your cunt, groaning belligerently as he does so. praying to god this was the time it stuck, pregnant with his child once again.
you fall flat against the counter, heaving for breath with the last of his pathetic strokes, growling into the stuff air.
he slaps a harsh palm to your ass for good measure, trailing his hand down your trembling thighs, “so you run along home now and tell him exactly what i told you,” fingering the lace of your panties as he hikes them back over your thighs.
EXTRA CREDIT | Professor!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
When your mother invites Starcourt College’s mysterious new professor over for dinner, he offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.
WC: ~3.8k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, established student-professor relationship, age gap, reader is in 20s/Eddie 30s-40s, smut, v. fingering, oral m! and f!receiving, hints of dom!Eddie, slightly bratty!reader, mention of divorce, swearing.
A/N: I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey to a small college town where Eddie is an English professor. I like to imagine he would excel in creative writing and enjoy gothic literature. He’s also very horny.
I was feral for Forbidden Fruit by @pedgito when I read it years ago and ever since then professor!Eddie has lived rent free in my mind.
This is a revamped version of an old fic I previously deleted.
“This is delicious,” Eddie mumbled around a mouthful of turkey as your mother heaped another large spoonful of white mashed potato-like gloop onto his plate.
You shuddered. Both the food and his table manners left much to be desired.
“Why thank you, Professor Munson.” Your mother smiled down at him adoringly. She seemed genuinely flattered by your professor’s enthusiasm for her cooking — her usual snobbery nowhere to be seen.
Ew, maybe she thinks he’s hot.
You pushed the disturbing thought from your mind, but at the same time you couldn’t help but wonder who wouldn’t find your new professor attractive.
With his strong jaw and large, cow-like eyes, he managed to look simultaneously boyish and ruggedly handsome. His dark curls were just starting to show flecks of gray at the sides, and he had them tied back off his shoulders for the formal occasion. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck, just enough to show a hint of the smooth inked skin underneath.
Not your typical run-of-the-mill looking college professor, especially in your uptight Christian town.
As if he felt you staring, Eddie’s eyes darted up to meet yours over his plate before he quickly looked away.
You didn’t normally invite your professors to dinner with your parents — the whole evening had been your mother’s bright idea. As the self-appointed one-woman welcome wagon for your neighborhood, she’d taken it upon herself to invite the college’s new English professor over for dinner.
Starcourt College was an elite school — the best in the state, as your mother liked to remind you. The fact that Eddie had recently been appointed chair of the English department meant that she could overlook some of his edgier characteristics in the interest of social graces.
Eddie had politely accepted your mother’s invitation and his charm was unmatched throughout the evening. He said all the right things at all the right times, but you could still tell that the formal dinner party was totally not his scene.
You couldn’t help but find the situation a bit amusing. Within the walls of the college, Professor Munson was always the one in control, and to see him uncomfortable and out of his element was entertaining to say the least.
“Please, just call me Eddie.” He treated your mother to a disarmingly dimpled grin.
She gave him a warm smile in return. “So, Eddie is there a special someone in your life?”
Your mother’s voice lifted progressively higher in an attempt at nonchalance, but you knew the question was anything but casual. She was trying to get information about Eddie’s relationship status so she could report back to her little friend group that lived for gossip.
It was no secret that Professor Munson’s unique good looks had turned heads in your quiet town when he’d set up shop at the college. Everyone was dying to know more about the mysterious, handsome academic who shredded guitar on weekends at the local bars — especially your mother’s single girlfriends who were desperate for fresh meat.
You knew your mother would relish in having insider information about his love life that she could flaunt to her friends.
Eddie’s eyes flicked briefly to yours before he cleared his throat.
“Uh, nobody at the moment. I’m actually going through a divorce.”
You noticed how he grimaced when he said the word divorce, as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Talking about his nasty ex-wife always made him so tense.
“Right now my focus is on my work and making sure the students have my full attention,” he continued smoothly as your mother nodded with understanding.
He took a sip of wine and you bit your bottom lip as you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. His neck was so broad and strong that you forgot yourself for a minute.
“As you’ve probably heard, divorce is very expensive so I’m offering some private tutoring sessions for students who need a little extra one-on-one time,” he said as he glanced in your direction. “If you’re interested, that is.”
Your mother turned to face you, and you could almost feel the excitement radiating from her eager smile. She was probably already picturing her friend’s faces when she told them that her daughter was going to be personally tutored by the new department chair.
“Why that would be wonderful! She was just complaining the other day that she was having trouble with her Women’s Lit assignment, weren’t you dear?”
You nodded and gave Eddie a shy smile. “Do you think you could take a look at it after dinner, Professor Munson?”
“Uh, yeah. I can take a look if you like,” he said, giving you a curt nod.
A smirk played at the corner of your lips.
You definitely had something you wanted to show Professor Munson after dinner, but it wasn’t an essay.
As the evening wore on, Eddie and your parents continued to make boring small talk until he finally set down his utensils and pushed back from the table, patting his stomach in contentment.
“Well, this was lovely but I really should be heading home.” He wiped his mouth on the thick linen napkin in preparation to stand up. “I have some papers left to grade before I call it a night.”
“But I didn’t get a chance to show you my essay,” you protested.
He had promised.
“Oh right…the essay,” he muttered, meeting your eyes with an unreadable expression. You didn’t miss the subtle tightening of his jaw.
“It’s getting a bit late, but I suppose I have a little time to spare.”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate anything you can offer,”you mother urged with an encouraging smile.
“May we be excused?” you asked.
Your mother nodded serenely and your father barely looked up from his newspaper, only grunting an affirmative sound.
You and Eddie both stood up and excused yourselves from the table as your mother poured herself another tall glass of wine. She gave you a tight-lipped smile as you walked past her and you could almost read her thoughts.
Don’t embarrass me.
You headed to the base of the stairwell, waiting for Eddie to follow. As expected, he was close behind.
With each step you took up the stairs you made sure to sway your hips, not caring that your short skirt and thigh-high stockings were likely giving your professor quite a show. You could practically feel his eyes on you as you climbed, but you didn’t dare look back at him until you reached the top of the staircase.
When you did, you saw that his eyes appeared much darker than they’d been just moments before at the table.
You turned with a soft giggle and walked through the door to your bedroom. You were so jealous of your friends who lived in the dorms on campus.
What you would have given for some privacy.
You walked over to your bed and plopped down on the soft mattress, your chest bouncing in your tight shirt as the springs gave way.
Eddie hovered like a dark specter in the doorway for a moment, before entering the room and quickly shutting the door behind him.
“What the fuck was that about downstairs?” he hissed. His voice was low, but you could hear that it strained with quiet anger.
You gave him your most angelic smile, looking up through your lashes and fluttering them innocently as he walked closer to where you sat on the bed.
“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” His measured voice sent a chill up your spine.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you answered sweetly, aware that your clueless act would drive him up the wall.
Of course you knew what he was talking about.
How you’d let your foot travel a path up his leg during dinner. It had been right after your father asked him about his future plans for the English department and Eddie’s voice had hitched in surprise at the feeling of your stocking covered foot pressing over the bulge in his trousers.
You knew Eddie wasn’t really angry with you and you also knew you had the upper hand. There wasn’t much he could do to punish you in your own home with your family so close by.
He walked over to your desk that was on the other side of your bed.
“Come here,” he said firmly, patting the seat of the chair.
You got up off the bed dutifully, making sure that your skirt rode up slightly in the process to give him a peek of the cute panties that you’d worn just for him.
You walked over and sat at the desk, biting your lip in anticipation of his next command.
“Now, where’s this assignment you wanted me to look at?” he asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed and faced you with casual indifference.
You stared at him with a bemused expression. Did he really come up to your room to do school work?
Eddie chuckled at your confusion, assessing you with a steely gaze that made his normally warm brown eyes look cold and intimidating.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Does the princess think I’m going to give her what she wants after that display downstairs?” He shook his head as if amused.
“Now hurry and take out your assignment. I don’t have all night.”
You let out a huff and slammed open your binder, angrily flipping through the pages to find the draft copy of your essay. You couldn’t believe he was being so cruel.
As you looked through your notes you kept sneaking sideways glances at Eddie as he thumbed through one of the music magazines you’d left by your bed. The sight of his plush lips pursed in concentration distracted you from your search.
And that nose. His perfectly-sized nose that you had ridden to completion several times on the desk in his office as it nudged against your clit while he tongued your dripping cunt.
You started to feel a familiar ache between your thighs.
To relieve the pressure you squirmed a little in your chair, each wiggle pushing your already short skirt even higher. Alerted by your movement, Eddie’s eyes darted to your hemline, mesmerized by the way the smooth fat of your thighs jiggled each time you moved.
Not missing his shift in attention, you picked up a pen off your desk and turned in your chair to face where he sat on the bed. Holding your hand out in front of your feet, you deliberately dropped the pen, letting it roll in front of where his heavy boots rested on the floor.
“Whoops,” you said with wide-eyed innocence. “Could you pick up my pen for me, Professor?”
Eddie stood up in front of your chair and stared down at you expressionlessly, his dark eyes boring into yours in a silent challenge. You watched with satisfaction as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, reaching down to pick up the pen and holding it out to you, never once breaking eye contact.
“Thank you,” you purred.
You parted your knees to spread your legs further apart and bit your lower lip as you watched his dark eyes creep up along your thighs to your now exposed underwear.
He let out a quiet groan when he saw the damp spot that was starting to form on the delicate silk.
Even though you had been acting like a brat all evening, he couldn’t resist the sight of you wet and waiting for him. He placed a hand on each of your knees, then slowly pushed your legs apart to take a better look.
“That’s it,” he soothed as he nudged your thighs wider. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
He teasingly ran two of his thick fingers over the skin of your upper thighs, just barely skimming the edge of your panties. You let out a soft whimper in response.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he debated out loud. “After how you behaved during dinner, I’m not sure if you deserve to cum tonight.”
“Please,” you begged in a soft whisper. You looked down with pleading eyes at where he knelt before you.
He pretended to deliberate a bit longer as he ghosted his fingertips over the smooth flesh of your thighs, but he was just bluffing. He knew he didn’t have much time before your parents got suspicious, and he also knew that he needed to taste you.
He licked his lips and ran a finger along your clothed slit, barely applying any pressure on the silk beneath his hand.
Your panties we’re getting wetter with each teasing stroke of his fingertips, and he smirked at how the damp material clung to the lips of your pussy.
“Always so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmured under his breath.
“Just for you, Professor,” you sighed sweetly and he bit back a groan. You always knew just how to get him going.
He pressed his finger down ever so slightly over your clit, and you canted your hips up against his hand to increase the pressure. His pupils were blown wide as he watched you writhe beneath his touch.
“More…please, Professor Munson,” you whined. “I need it.”
“Such a good girl, using your manners,” he cooed.
He started to rub slow circles over your silk covered clit and you sighed at the sensation of his calloused fingers stroking you through the dampened material.
“Is this what you wanted?” he teased. “Or does the princess want more?”
“Please…touch me…” you begged in a soft whimper that went straight to his cock.
Eddie wished he had time to play his game with you all night, but he knew it was getting late and he was running out of time. His thick rings pressed into your thighs as he pushed them further apart.
He brushed a finger along the thin strip of your underwear, pulling the material to the side and smirking at the sight of your folds, already dripping and shiny with your slick arousal.
You gasped as he brought his mouth down to press wet kisses along the crease of your thigh.
“Maybe just a little taste,” he mumbled against your skin.
Inhaling your scent, he used the tip of his nose to nudge the delicate material of your underwear aside.
“Oh…oh god” you moaned as you reached to run your fingers through his hair.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, he buried his face in your cunt, pushing your legs up so that your knees were bent in the chair. He held them open with his big hands as his nose bumped against your clit and he swirled his tongue in your entrance, greedily fucking you with the thick muscle.
His hair started to fall loose from his ponytail as you grasped onto his curls, pulling him against you as he ran his thick tongue through your folds, moaning at the exquisite taste. You were his sweetest treat.
Pulling back, he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth then slowly pushed the slick digits inside you, sitting back on his heels to watch as he curled them to hit your G-spot. You brought a hand up to your mouth and bit down on your fingers to keep yourself from crying out loud.
“Pull up your shirt and play with your tits,” he ordered and you slowly pulled your tight top up to let your bare breasts bounce free.
Your nipples grew hard as soon as they were exposed to the cool air of your room, and you sighed in pleasure as you ran your fingers over the sensitive buds like he’d directed.
He watched you, sitting back on his heels and palming himself over his dress pants.
“Shit. You’re so fucking hot.”
Then in an instant his mouth was back on you as he resumed devouring your cunt. From your angle you had the perfect view of him between your thighs and it was sinful.
You watched as he tilted his head to the side, his long tongue moving in rapid strokes over your clit. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled the strip of your underwear further aside and then spit on your pussy. You gasped as you felt the warm saliva run down your folds.
“Sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” he mumbled under his breath before he returned his mouth to your clit, laving his tongue over the small bundle of nerves.
When he sealed his pillowy lips around the throbbing bud and gave it a harsh suck, you cried out loud and he immediately pulled away with a stern expression.
“Be quiet or I’ll stop,” he scolded.
The lower half of his face was already shiny with your arousal and his half-lidded eyes were glazed with lust. He always got so drunk on your pussy.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’ll be quiet, I promise. Please don’t stop.”
You ran your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him back to you and he chuckled at your desperation.
“So needy,” he rasped against the skin of your inner thigh as he teased you, pressing soft kisses up over your mound.
“Such a bad girl too. Letting me do this when anyone could walk in.”
He wrapped his lips around your clit once again, alternating between shaking his head and suckling in a steady rhythm that had you quickly hurtling toward the edge.
You bit back the cry of pleasure that rose in your throat, fearful that he’d make good on his threat to leave you unsatisfied.
“I’m going to cum,” you whimpered as quietly as you could, grinding yourself against his face as you chased the building pleasure. Eddie kept up his rhythm and suddenly the tight coil within you snapped. You surrendered to it, grasping onto his messy curls as you rode out your high.
He didn’t stop until he had lapped up all of your creamy release, then he sat back on his heels with a hum of satisfaction.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he said with a wolfish grin as he licked your juices off of his shiny fingers. Then, ever the gentleman, he reached out to gently pull your panties back into place.
You watched as he stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion and letting them fall around his ankles.
His cock sprang up rock hard and leaking, the shaft thick and long with a thatch of dark hair at its base. It bobbed slightly as he stepped forward and your mouth watered at the sight. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a deep voice.
You got up off your chair immediately and knelt down in front of him on the floor. You eagerly stuck out your tongue and he tapped his length against it a few times, smiling at your obedience. You licked your hand before wrapping it around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly and running your thumb over his leaking tip.
Then you stuck out your tongue to lick the pearly beads of precum that gathered on his head and a moan rumbled deep in his chest.
You swirled your tongue around the head, then sealed your lips around his shaft and started to bob your head. Using your hand in a twisting motion up and down his length, you stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
You took him as deep as you could, gagging as he started to gently thrust into your warm mouth.
“Mmm, you love choking on my big cock, don’t you?” he asked in a throaty whisper.
You nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with your saliva and dripping down to coat his heavy balls. He rested a hand on your head as he guided you up and down his shaft.
“Aww what’s the matter, baby? Is it too big?” he mocked you with a condescending smile.
“You’re doing so good for me. Fuck.”
You continued to work him with your mouth and hand, until you felt the familiar throb of his cock that signaled he was close to his release.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum,” he gritted. “Just like that, don’t stop. Take it all.”
He came down your throat with a loud groan and you took it all, just like he said, swallowing his warm seed and licking him clean.
He patted you on the head before pulling up his pants and tucking himself back into his boxers.
Then he reached out to grasp your chin, reveling in the sight of your puffy lips and tear streaked cheeks.
“Such a good girl for me. Now go fix yourself up so we can head downstairs.”
You nodded and stood up, heading over to your vanity to freshen up your appearance.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” you asked hopefully, meeting his eyes over your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. You saw him flash you an almost pitying grin.
“I’d love to, but Sarah and Cindy are booked to come to see me after class tomorrow. My tutoring sessions are quite popular,” he answered casually.
You jutted your lip in a sulky pout and he chuckled as he turned to walk out the door.
You shot a dark look at his back as you followed him out of your bedroom.
When you got back downstairs you found your parents still sitting at the dining room table.
“So, how did it go, Professor?” your mother asked as she swirled the dark red wine in her glass. “Did you find her work satisfactory?”
“Oh, she’s definitely a natural talent,” Eddie said, giving her a bright smile. “Your daughter is one of my favorite students.”
His face was still slightly flushed and he was a touch out of breath, but neither of your parents seemed to notice.
You glared at him with narrowed eyes. What the hell did he mean by one of his favorites?
As Eddie zipped up his leather jacket and thanked your parents for dinner, you stood and watched him prepare to leave without saying a word.
He was just about to head out the door when your mother rushed over with a tinfoil covered plate in her hands.
“Here you go, Professor Munson,” she offered with a sickeningly sweet smile. “With all of the fuss about tutoring you didn’t get a chance to eat any pie.”
Eddie choked back a laugh as she shoved the plate in his hands. Cherry pie, his favorite.
“I’ll definitely try it later. Right now I couldn’t possibly eat another bite,” he said with a wink at you as he turned to walk out the door.
“What a charming man,” your mother swooned as she shut the door behind him.
You furrowed your brow. Charming, indeed.
Thank you for reading! 🖤
A/N: Just fyi, he’s only teasing reader because she was acting like a brat at dinner. She’s the only he wants and definitely his favorite ;)
dividers by @/strangergraphics and saradika-graphics
Eddie tag list: @madelynraemunson @mrsjellymunson @princesssunderworld @kellsck @hippiegoth97 @hiimjulie @theold-ultraviolence
“Uh, nobody at the moment. I’m actually going through a divorce.”
Yeeeuuh time to make my move
“As you’ve probably heard, divorce is very expensive so I’m offering some private tutoring sessions for students who need a little extra one-on-one time,” he said as he glanced in your direction.
You know daaaarn well my ass will be the at the top of that list for some one - on - one time🙂↔️
“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a deep voice”
Ohh Eddie you dont have to ask me twice i am ready for you all daay every daaay😩
summary: One lazy summer day, Eddie discovers something new about you when his rings get tangled in your hair.
word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.5K | female reader, established relationship, smut, use of pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), light praise, no use of y/n, hair pulling kink, soft dom Eddie if you squint, fingering, p in v, doggy style.
a/n: this was an anon request! I hope you enjoy, wherever you are! divider by @/strangergraphics!!
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It started out innocently. Really. It did.
A warm, summer breeze drifts through the trailer. The two of you sit on his mattress, sheets strewn about, and your bodies snuggled together like the lovebirds you are. Wayne’s out of town, so you’ve been spending as many nights at his house as you can, sleeping in his bed and waking up in his hot, bare arms. You wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world, if anyone offered.
Today, you’re lazily thumbing through a copy of Teen Beat. He’s sloppily sketching out ideas for his next campaign with his left hand, and absent-mindedly, the ringed fingers of his right hand play with strands of your hair, twirling them around his digits. A sudden pain erupts over your scalp, sending a bolt of electricity right to your core. Feeling sudden resistance, Eddie panics, pulling his hand away, which pulls your hair harder. He’s snagged a knot on one of his rings; specifically, the pig.
“Shit-shit-sorr–!”
As he yanks away, you tilt your head back to lean into him, a lewd, high-pitched moan falling from your mouth. So lewd, that Eddie freezes mid-pull, and looks at you, brows high on his forehead. You immediately clap your hand over your mouth, as if that could take it back.
“What… was that?”
“Ummm… I… it hurt.”
He smirks, his full pink lips spreading across his teeth. “That didn’t sound like it hurt, princess.”
In one strong movement, Eddie has you on top of him, straddling him. Like a serpent, his hand slowly slithers up your spine, to the nape of your neck and into your hair. He makes a fist in the soft tresses and tugs softly, not enough to hurt, but enough to elicit another reaction from you.. The reaction is similar; your eyes roll back in your head, and your thighs squeeze his as you try to clamp them together. A desperate little whining sound comes from your mouth, and Eddie, beneath you, is absolutely beaming.
“Someone likes their hair pulled, I see.” He has that dominant, theatric voice he uses in campaigns. Damn him.
You scramble, trying to defend yourself. “I do not! It's just… I was…”
“Uh-huh, you were uh-huh.” He teases and tugs again, a little bit harder than before. This time, you bite your lip, your hands finding and gripping his bare shoulders.
“Eddie, stop…!” You plead, though it sounds as fake as it feels. He’s too smart to believe that.
The look in his pretty, chocolatey brown eyes says everything; he’s not going to let up until you admit it. He grips your hair at the back of your skull, tugging it tight and pulling your head back slightly. Your jaw drops, your eyelids fluttering shut. Between your legs, you can already feel the telltale throbbing, the damp heat accumulating. His voice is low and lusty, something he knows is a weakness of yours. He could get you going just by talking, but when he uses that particular voice… you’re done for.
“Sweetheart, c’mon… look at you. You’re practically coming undone just like this. You know you don’t need to be shy around me…” He pulls again, and you whimper.
“Eddie….” you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. You feel his free hand tap your jaw a few times, bringing you back to him. He knows that you close your eyes to avoid dealing with things – another way you can’t weasel out.
“Ah-ah. Eyes on me, baby.”
You lock eyes with him, and your resolve crumbles. He’s giving you that look, the one that oozes mischief, playfulness and hunger, the one he gives you right before he pounces on you, tackling you to the bed.
You take a big breath, and say it all in one breath. “Okay, fine, that felt really good and it turned me on. Happy now?”
“Immeasurably.”
Eddie brings your body closer to him, guiding you right to his waiting lips. You’re glad you’re already on your knees, because the kiss that he plants on you is enough to bring you there if you weren’t. It’s loaded with a newfound hunger; he loves finding out things about you. Even though you two have been dating for a few months now, he always thinks you’re like a little puzzle box, spring loaded with secret compartments that hold more untold secrets. The hair pulling was one of them.
“Let’s put it to the test, shall we?”
He drums out a little rhythm on the fullness of your hips, urging you up off him. You flop over backwards onto the bed, onto your elbows, and watch him as he crawls on all fours towards you. As he does, he frees his swelling erection. Only clad in a pair of plaid boxers, he doesn’t have much to shed. Neither do you, for that matter, as you’re in a cute little nightgown and nothing else. Eddie pushes the satin up your thighs, revealing your glistening cunt.
“Sweetheart, sweetheart…. Look at this.” He runs a single finger along your slit, and your body shudders. “Such a mess.”
Though he doesn’t need any help getting himself hard, one hand wraps around his cock, pumping it slowly in and out of his fist as he gazes over your body. There’s something so… domestic about the way you’re looking at him, waiting for him to fuck you. He exhales through his nose, smiling, and leans forward to press a kiss to your bare stomach. His finger ghosts a path down your tummy, all the way to the soft mound between your legs. Gradually, he teases your entrance, spreading your arousal over your folds until you’re coated in it. He brings his thumb down over your clit and traces it in tight circles, pleasuring you until your thighs start to quiver – his favorite thing. Quivering like a scared little bunny in his hands… drives him crazy. You blindly reach for his forearm, feeling for the warm skin. God damn guitar players…. Their stupid nimble fingers….
“Turn around, pretty girl,” he hums.
You’re more than eager to complete his request, flipping over onto all fours. You lower yourself back down onto your elbows and in doing so, stick your ass up for him to admire. Tenderly, Eddie reaches forward to gather all your hair into a ponytail before giving it a firm tug. Your whole body spasms with pleasure; your cunt throbs and your back arches up into a tantalizing curve.
“Fuck,” Eddie grunts from behind you, lining the leaking, flushed tip of his cock up with your waiting slit. The head nudges your folds, twitching against them in anticipation. You brace yourself, taking fistfuls of the sheet below you. “Ready, baby?”
You nod against the mattress.
“Words, princess. We talked about this.”
“Mhm…. please fuck me, Eddie. I wanna’ feel you…”
That’s all he needs. He sinks himself inside of you, until his torso is pressed against the firm curve of your ass. The feeling of his cock is always enough to get you off – it always does. But when Eddie tightens his fist around your ponytail and yanks it hard, you let out a moan that is loud enough to rattle the trailer’s windows. He finds his rhythm easily, rutting his hips furiously against your ass and keeps a firm grip on your hair, almost using it as leverage to pull into you.
“Fuck, fuck… oh my god…. Oh my god, Eddie!!”
He pulls harder, and a melange of pain and pleasure erupts at the crown of your head – you swear you’re seeing stars at this point.
“You like that, baby? Huh?” Eddie asks, breathlessly.
“Yeaaaah…!” A pressure builds above your sopping cunt, feeling white hot. The room is filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and the wet, slick sounds of your cunt as Eddie buries himself inside you. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and you’re breathing it in deeply, each of your breaths laboured and loud.
“Fuck yeah, baby… oh fuck…”
Eddie thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt and pulls back out, admiring the way your pussy clenches around him like it’s trying to pull him back in. His cock aches, you know it does, because the few seconds spent away from your cunt, you can hear him stroking himself, nudging your entrance with the cockhead. He’s trying not to come. He’s edging himself. Something he only did when he was really worked up.
“I’m gonna’... Eddie, I’m gonna’ come… fuck me.”
Wasting no time, Eddie sheaths himself back inside, and presses his stomach against your back, angling his lips next to your ear. He pulls hard on your hair, and you bend your neck back, screaming out in ecstasy. Hot, erotic tears prick the corners of your eyes as Eddie pulls, fucking into like his life depends on it. When he finally speaks, it’s a hissed whisper, and sends a chill down your spine.
“You like that, huh? My good girl likes her hair pulled, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, yes! GOD! YES!”
Your cunt clenches around him like a vice, warm and slick, as your orgasm washes over you. Eddie feels it – but he doesn’t stop thrusting. He chases his own orgasm, humping you feverishly, and in doing so, pulls another screaming two orgasms from you. He laughs breathily as his thrusts slow, hips rolling against the curve of your ass. You can hear the smile in his laugh, and collapse against the sheet.
“I learn something new about you every day, princess. Every damn day.”
y’all i just completed my second semester of nursing school and trying to get back to my normal schedule this week I had two root canals done and my temporary crowns put in , i am just ready to unwind & connect with all these amazing stories i have missed out on😩🤍
i would never argue. i would never talk back. the house would be spotless. dinner would always be ready and served. raw and in whatever position he puts me in. as many kids as he wants.
WOKE UP TO SEE MY BELOVED MARY IN MY NOTIFICATIONS AND I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING
HIIIII STINK IVE MISSED U, U LOOK AMAZING MY HARD WORKING QWEEN IM SO PROUD🥹🥹🥹
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Hello Beautiful! I have missed you dearly STINK ! I hope you are doing well! I am ALIVE lol just been consumed by my program but my obsession with Eddie is forever! ILY pookie! I hope you are doing well! ill be making time to hop on way more often🤍🥹
Y’all i miss you all soo much! this program has taken over every aspect of my life, i am doing well stressed & sleep deprived but doing well lol! I cant wait to finally get some time aside to unplug my brain an DEVOUR all the Eddie Munson fic’s i have been missing out on hope everyone is doing great!🥹🤍
PROOF that i am ALIVE and still obsessed with Eddie Munson🙂↔️
Sister Sav! I have missed you too! ILY 🫶🏻 i miss coming on here and escaping reality , but it has been busy i am on week 8 of my program & it still feels surreal , i am always studying or thinking about what i need to study so i am a little stressed out but i am managing , how are you my love🤍
I miss youu too BB! I am in nursing school currently so it has taken over my life, i cant wait to get a break so i can get back to our BF Eddie Munson ILY!🫶🏻
Life got in the way, i recently got accepted into my dream program & I start it tomorrow. I’m still going to try to read and re-blog as much as possible. My obsession with Eddie Munson is very much alive. Life has been hectic lately & like I said, I’m still going to make time to read in the midst of this new educational journey 🤍
