butâŠ.. but eddie would love to do your makeup đ„ș his pink tongue would be poking out of his lips while he drags a purple pencil across your eyelids. messes up and wipes it off with his thumb and some spit. âsorry, babe.â heâs so fucking sweet about it.
loves it when you wear party makeup that has lots of different colors and glitters. he tells you how it makes your eyes shine. probably has a hand on your thigh the whole time and squeezes it when heâs focused. is afraid of hurting you with the mascara wand so he does it very gently giving you breaks to blink and asking if youâre ok. âeddie just let me do it.â ânooooooo i want toâ :(
heâs leaning towards you and he smells like sandalwood and cigarettes. pecks your cheeks and lips with soft kisses while heâs working on you and probly keeps up a conversation with you the whole time. even when he does your lips and you canât talk back. smudging lipstick across your lips then smiling when heâs done. âok, sweetheart. all done.â and when you look at yourself in the mirror you see a lot of glitter and heavy lipstick but itâs all very natural. he skips the foundation and the concealer, maybe only swiped your cheeks with light blush. but other than that all the attentions on your eyes and lips.
âdid i do good?â he asks with big puppy dog eyes.
you give him a big kiss that stamps your lip color on his and his eyes twinkle. âdid so good baby. gonna have you do my makeup all the time.â
**me nerding out on the astrology of eddie munson because ive been wanting to talk about this forever**
Eddieâs eccentricity and flamboyance would strike me as a Sagittarius (November 22-December 21). He is completely himself, loud, active, funny, and a little bit dramatic. I love to refer to this iconic scene to back up my theory on Eddie being a Sag. His character is very fiery. Talkative. NowâŠ.. weâve all seen his bedroom and we know that this man is not the neatest. Sags can be very scatterbrained as they are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance. With a Jupiter ruled Sun sign, it would be no surprise that heâs a little messy and disoriented. Heâs got everything, and heâs getting more, and every time his wishes come true his confidence just grows. But also, as a Sag, he would share that with the people he loves.
On the other hand, Libras (September 22-October 23) appreciate visual aesthetics. Theyâre a little quieter but in a mysterious and beautiful way. Eddie is not quiet. But he is fucking gorgeous. He dresses in a way that flatters him. And all those rings? Thatâs very Libra/Airy if youâre asking me. Libra is ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty, love, and art. He is a natural storyteller and detail-oriented. Letâs go back to his eccentric (and flirty) communication. Half the time, Libras donât even know that theyâre being flirty little fucks. Theyâre just being themselves. Thatâs what makes them so charming and easy to fall in love with. Side noteâ being queer is very Libra, and I donât know about you but Eddie Munson is a QUEER! But Sag is also very queer.
To wrap up my argument, I would definitely pin him as a Sagittarius or a Libra. Maybe he has both in his big three. Sagittarius sun and a Libra rising would be sexy as hell. Maybe a little Pisces moon in the middle to bring out that queerness and emotion and love. â„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž
reader innocently sitting on an amp while watching step bro eddie play guitar. he acts like he doesnât know why youâre so squirmy every time he plays a note. he asks why youâre so giggly but you canât help it, the vibrations under you just feel soo funny
CW: Stepcest, perv Eddie, dom Eddie Munson, manipulation, innocent!sub!reader, ddlg ish vibes, corruption kink, pseudo incest, embarrassment, cute reader, DARK CONTENT READ AT UR OWN DISCRETION
You love watching your step brother play his guitar. Whenever you hear the crackly feedback of him plugging into his amp, youâre quickly bounding into his room, smiley and excited.
He expects you now, knowing you love watching him, and honestly, he loves being watched. Loves the feeling of his baby sisterâs attention on him and him alone, looking at him in awe like a puppy would to its owner.
You donât know the songs heâs playing too well - you like Madonna and Wham, not the heavy stuff he listens to - but youâre trying to learn them, hoping youâll impress him someday by naming a song heâs strumming along to.
Youâre in his room as usual as he plays. When you come in, Eddie smiles and pats his amp, beckoning you to take a seat.
âHere again? Come sit, princess.â
âDonât act like you donât like me here! Makes you feel like a rockstar,â You giggle, sitting yourself down on the heavy, wide amp and smoothing out your little white skirt over your thighs.
âAnd that it does. New song for you today, pup,â
He starts playing a new riff, and you watch with rapt attention, staring at his fingers move deftly across the frets.
You can feel the buzz of the notes through the amp, and you start to fidget, adjusting how youâre sitting every other second and blushing. You arenât sure why you feel so fussy all of a sudden, or why these vibrations on your cunny feel so good, but you feel embarrassed nevertheless, trying to fight the twitch of your clit begging you to grind down into your big brotherâs amp.
âPrincess? Still with me?â He stops playing, the vibrations stopping enough for you to come back down to earth ever so slightly. Your eyes are hazy as they focus, looking at your Eddie, pretending nothing is happening, feeling a little giggly.
âY-yeah! Just⊠thinking about homework,â you donât want him to know his amp feels funny, otherwise he might stop you from watching him!
âHomework, huh?â Eddie mindlessly plays a chord, a deep one, watching carefully as you tense up and your eyes get cloudier.
His sweet baby sister is getting all worked up from the vibrations on her clit. Just as he planned.
âNothing else on your little mind, princess?â Another chord, another warm, fuzzy jolt through your tummy, a dribble of slick into your panties as you whine, squirming and giggling.
âNo, n-n-oh-nothing!â
Eddie watches as you start to subtly hump down into the vibrations, panty-covered pussy no doubt grinding into his amp.
âYou uncomfy? Youâre moving around a lot.â Oh, heâs cruel. He knows exactly what heâs doing to you, to your little cunny.
âNot uncomfy! Jusâ- nngh- umâŠâ
âI think I know whatâs wrong,â Eddie coos, putting down his guitar and stalking closer to you. He leans down, tucking your hair behind your ear and placing a hand on your thigh.
âDid the buzzing make you feel good?â You give in and nod, and Eddie makes a soft, condescending aww.
He knows he shouldnât be taking advantage of his little stepsister like this, but you make it so hard not to. So when he tells you to spread your legs and he flips up your skirt, making him show you your wet spot and your little pussy so he can âmake you all betterâ, he feels no guilt at all.
Steve is "I have a guy for that" about everything but all of his guys are half feral teenagers with untreated PTSD, a paranoid lesbian, and Nancy Wheeler
Eddie is also "I have a guy for that" about everything but all of his guys are Wayne
facefucking with eddie would be such a game to him. at first, heâd make you show him how you usually suck cock, smiles at how coy and adorable you take him between your lips before he ends up forcing himself down your throat cus heâs too impatient. heâd shimmy his hips up against your face till heâs balls deep in your mouth, stroking your head as you gag and stiffen around him, counting the seconds until he gives you air. and when he does, he grows even harder at the sight of you coughing and sniffling as saliva and mascara coat your face, ruining your dolly makeup. eddie loves to awww at you everytime you choke and a glob of spit ends up dribbling down his shaft, or everytime you blow spit bubbles against his tip while you jerk him <3 eddie loves the dumb wet sounds you make when he fucks your mouth stupid, loves slapping his cock against your forehead and loves fish-hooking your mouth with his long fingers before he sticks his dick back inside <3
Alright, but imagine that the reader isn't good with eye contact and Eddie eventually just grabs their face to have eye contact with them and the reader just turns beet red. I CAN FEEL THE TEASING FROM HIM.
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Eddie would never do anything to make you actually feel uncomfortable, but he 100% will push you to enjoy yourself.
âWhatâs going on in there, sweetheart. Canât look at me, hmm?â he asks, pulling your face out from where itâs hiding in the crook of his neck. Your eyes are all bleary and watery from the pleasure - heâs been leisurely fingering you right there on the couch after a long day, tv in the background long forgotten. Youâd curled up into him to keep from making any sounds or silly facial expressions but heâs having none of that.
You try to squeeze your eyes shut but then Eddieâs using his free hand to deliver the lightest slap to your cheek. Not even a slap, just a light tap for attention. You open your eyes slowly and swallow a whine. His fingers pump inside you slowly and deliciously and you canât take it. Youâre a melting mess and all you want to do is bury your face back in his tshirt. You keep your eyes trained on his lips, his throat. Anything to keep from maintaining eye contact that will overwhelm you right now.
âLook at you trying to hide from me. Itâs cute baby but my fingers are inside you. You should look me in the eyes while you take my fingers so well.â His words are gentle but amused. He finds it funny how overwhelmed youâre getting. He finds it sweet. Your eyelids flutter but you look up at him and take in his smile. âThereâs my girl.â
The pad of his thumb meets your clit then and begins rubbing intentional circles that have your breath stuttering. Your neck tries to dip at the new onslaught of sensation but he grips your chin and smiles wider.
âItâs a lot, I know. But baby, how are you gonna take my cock if this is too much for you?â
hi frands. i am finally out of my writing slump thank god. right now i am working on the (highly requested) part 2 of caregiver!eddie which is making my cold dead heart all mushy again <3 anyway, i have also lost every other writing idea i had for this account so i am declaring a clean slate! if there is something you would like to request or see from me let me know! i am glad 2 be back and am hoping to get this new part out to you this week!!!
imagining cock-warming eddie in the morning. like you're both sleepy as the sun infiltrates the room through the blinds and eddie rubs himself against your ass as he wakes up, his cock hard and desperate for any type of affection, turning over and pulling your leg over his hip so he can slip inside your wet channel, the stretch has you groaning for a second because of how good it is, but you've still got sleep in your eyes and you rest your head under his chin as his arms circle you and hold you tightly
"mmm, my girl..." and his voice is rough and cracking from the morning hour, and his cock throbs inside you as he says "feel so fucking good"
and you're just so full of him and the only thought in your head is him and it's just eddie eddie eddie
OKKKK we know that edâs is a kinky motherfucker that definitely restrains his love in bed with handcuffs. cool. got it. but what about when im acting like a feral cat in his bedroom and he cuffs me to the legs of his desk or something.
heâs probably been writing his campaign all afternoon and im feeling a little attention deprived. so im biting his shoulder and nibbling on his ear. licking stripes up his bicep. sucking purple hickeys onto his forearm. hissing when he pushes me away then coming back seconds later to do it again. and when i slide my hands under his shirt and poke at his waist he grunts, drops his pen and grabs me by a handful of hair. âwhat has gotten into you?â he asks, his eyes boring into mine waiting for me to come up with an actual answer.
âi want to play.â
âand i told you we could play after i was done with this scene. didnât i?â
âbut you said that three hours ago!â
âhave you considered that your bad behavior might be distracting? and maybe thatâs the reason why im taking so long?â
ânope.â i say, popping the âpâ and batting my eyelashes at him.
âwrong answer, kitty.â he mumbles and stands, pulling me along with him while he grabs the handcuffs from his wall. seconds later heâs got my wrists locked up around the leg of his desk.
âthis isnât fair!â i cry, shaking the cuffs and his desk but thereâs too much shit on it thatâs weighing the furniture down. i pout at him.
âaww, poor baby. guess youâll just have to sit there like a good girl until im ready for you.â and he turns back to his notebook, picks up his pen and resumes writing while i whine and pout. HES SO MEAN I WANT TO BITE HIM :((
eddie munson who is so in tune with your emotions that he knows exactly how you want to be touched, even when youâre too shy to ask for it. eddie munson who will forcibly pull you into his lap when he sees your body getting heavy and tired. when youâre so wound up from busy social settings that he can see the clench of your jaw, the knit of your brow, practically the ache residing in your chest. eddie munson who mutters a soft âcâmere, baby,â and settles you on his thighs, your head tucked under his and his hand on your head; the other beneath your shirt, the cold bite of his rings on your skin grounding you. eddie munson who strokes your hair until he feels you go slack underneath him. who peppers gentle kisses to every portion of exposed skin he can reach on your body. who loves you unconditionally even when you canât love yourself.
you, desperately touch starved, who goes all melty and soft every time eddie touches you in any way. your eyes flutter closed and all of the tension in your body dissipatesâ every last rigid muscle goes lax. it embarrasses you exponentially but eddie thinks itâs one of the most endearing things about you. the fact that you trust him so much it makes you a little sleepy.
eddie munson who whispers soft words, hushed and shared only between the two of you. who murmurs love words in your ear no matter the setting because he knows it makes you do this gorgeous thing where you go soft and turn into a puddle in his arms. and you, who presses your face to his neck, your arms slipping beneath his shirt to seek warmth, inhaling and nuzzling his hair.
eddie munson who manages to fluster you with the lightest of touches, deft hands working over your entire body no matter how you want him. eddie munson who kisses your tears away when youâre sad and causes your tears when he fucks you. eddie munson who would send you to sleep on his cock every night if you asked (he practically does anyway)
eddie who calls you his sweet baby, his poppet, his little troublemaker. and you, who adores every second of it.
Eddie loves to kiss. He loves to make out until his lips are burning, red and hot from friction. He loves to wrap his tongue around yours. He loves to suck your bottom lip into his and nibble at it. Eddie loves to kiss until he canât breathe. He loves to smush his nose against your face. He loves sloppy kisses, rough kisses, angry kisses, I missed you kisses, youâre so beautiful kisses, I need you kisses. He loves good morning kisses, goodnight kisses, making dinner together kisses, movie watching kisses. He loves to pin you down on the mattress and kiss you hard, rutting himself against your thigh. He loves to kiss you soft, his lips barely pressing against yours while he cradles your head in his ringed hand. He loves to taste himself on you. He loves to make you taste yourself on him. Eddie loves to kiss.
